The magic wand lit the fireworks in an instant!
The spell flies out!
Cyrus mobilized all the magical power in his body and used ancient magic freely.
His eyes radiated dazzling golden light, and he pressed towards Voldemort like a god of war!
Dumbledore and Grindelwald went to both sides of Voldemort without hesitation. They also launched a fierce attack. The powerful spells were like heavy blows to the turrets. With every shot, the dust under their feet was raised high.
Facing three people at the same time, even the current Voldemort would be defeated.
However, he always controlled the rhythm, and although he was at a disadvantage, he did not show any sign of defeat.
For the first time, Cyrus felt that Voldemort was so troublesome. The magic power around him had turned into a terrifying black whirlwind, circling like a swinging blood-red sickle.
This allowed Voldemort to defend against most magic, even though two fists were no match for six hands.
Grindelwald is the most unscrupulous besides Voldemort.
He tensed up his whole body, and released a dark curse like a venomous snake. The powerful and evil force could kill anyone who touched it! "Grindelwald, why do you want to go against me?" Voldemort asked while resisting the attack.
"I already know your past, what you desire, and why you agreed to temporarily join forces with Barty Jr. and me. Are you ready to break the oath now?" Voldemort conjured up dozens of rock guards, who rushed towards Dumbledore and Cyrus with hard spears in their hands, and there was even a circle of magic shield around their bodies.
"Have you joined forces with Voldemort?" Dumbledore raised his wand and smashed the rock giant in an instant, then pierced Grindelwald with his blue eyes.
There was a complicated look in his eyes, as if he was heartbroken and disappointed.
He seemed to be questioning Grindelwald, asking him if he had forgotten the promise they had made together - for the greater good.
And Voldemort is definitely not the answer! Dumbledore parted ways with Grindelwald many years ago, but he never violated the program and beliefs he personally set.
All for the greater good—
That is why, when Grindelwald went crazy fifty years ago and tried to start a war between Muggles and wizards, Dumbledore stood up; when Voldemort's terror threatened the British wizarding world, Dumbledore also had no choice but to take action...
For the sake of greater benefits, he can ruthlessly sacrifice a small part of the benefits, life... even his own! But for Grindelwald, fifty years of life in Nurmengard made him give up his previous goals long ago.
The greater good?
Get lost! At this moment, he didn't care what the world had become. He only wanted one thing...
"I know what you want. I can give it to you. I can promise to spare Dumbledore's life." Voldemort cast a spell to shock Dumbledore and Grindelwald away, then strode towards Cyrus who was attacking him head-on.
Cyrus's figure was like a ghost, and he threw out spells at a rapid speed, with each strike carrying the power of destruction! "Pah!"
The air exploded!
The black magic rushed through Cyrus's blood vessels. He felt like a high-speed machine. Even the temperature of his body surface was rising! He held lightning in his hand, and lightning flashed everywhere! With a wave of his arm, the huge lightning spear stabbed with the power to split the sky! Voldemort did not choose to fight head-on. His body seemed to dissipate like thick smoke. He quickly retreated and dodged the attack. Then a huge magic wrapped around him. A huge black dragon rose from the ground, spreading its wings of death and rushed towards Cyrus!
"boom!!!"
The magic power in Cyrus' body also circulated rapidly. It also came from the legacy left by Morgana. His magic power was no worse than Voldemort's! Two black dragons were fighting each other. Although they were in dragon form, they were much stronger than real fire dragons.
The black claws tore through the wall in an instant, and the huge, ferocious head rushed out of the Time Hall. The entangled dragon tails swept across, smashing the walls of the entire nine underground floors into pieces, causing the earth to shake!
Almost in an instant, the huge fire dragon was about to break through the Ministry of Magic and fly towards the ground and the sky! A huge hole was knocked out of the entire Ministry of Magic, and it was as shaky as a cave after an earthquake. Those protective spells were thinner than paper under the power of Cyrus and Voldemort! Dumbledore looked up at the sky worriedly. The black dragon had already broken through the ceiling, and the two monsters seemed to be fighting in the invisible sky.
The Ministry of Magic is located in London. If these two monsters were to break out, the commotion would be no small matter.
But he couldn't care less now.
The entire Ministry of Magic now looked like a collapsing building, with pieces of the ceiling that were larger than humans falling heavily, as if the sky was tilted and the world was turned upside down!
After the huge amount of magical power was released, the momentum between Cyrus and Voldemort suddenly weakened.
But they are still so powerful that it is difficult to understand.
Voldemort held up the Elder Wand, and the already powerful spell in his hand showed extraordinary power at this moment! The two people's spells collided with each other, and Cyrus immediately felt a huge pressure, as if a huge truck was sliding down the ramp, and he could only stretch out his hands to try to stop it.
"What are your abilities, Cyrus?" Voldemort asked with pride in his tone.
He recovered his soul after a great deal of time, and after replenishing it, he absorbed a few more. The magical power he possessed at this moment was no less than that of Cyrus, who possessed ancient magical powers. Coupled with the blessing of the Elder Wand, Voldemort was no different from a god!
While resisting, Cyrus looked towards Grindelwald. The young man who looked like a golden bird was actually bewitched by Voldemort's words and stopped fighting against him...
However, rather than saying that he was bewitched by Voldemort's words, it would be more accurate to say that Grindelwald had already made his own decision.
From the beginning, he was here to save Cyrus' life! At this moment, not only did he stop fighting Voldemort, but he stood in front of Dumbledore, preventing Dumbledore from helping Cyrus.
"You actually teamed up with him, Grindelwald?"
Dumbledore looked at the familiar yet strange person in front of him with surprise. In fact, they had only been in love for more than two months, but Dumbledore had never thought that he would be so unfamiliar with Grindelwald, as if he had never known him before.
No, not really.
The Grindelwald standing in front of him now was the same Grindelwald who had shot Ariana with his wand a century ago.
"Is this hard for you to believe?" Grindelwald's eyes flickered. His personality was so eccentric that even Dumbledore couldn't figure out what was going on in his mind.
Behind him was a doomsday-like scene, with the world falling apart. However, Dumbledore felt that it was not only the world that was broken, but also the dream that he had longed for but could not reach for so many years.
On the other side, Voldemort discovered that Cyrus had lost his help, and seemed even more proud, as if all the depression and hatred of the past ten years had been vented at this moment. He swung his wand with greater force, and the tip of the wand cut through the air like a blade, and the spell was hurled at Cyrus like a bomb!
"Look at you, Cyrus, how miserable you are now!"
Voldemort laughed loudly, his figure moving quickly, dodging the spells fired back by Cyrus. Cyrus was also fighting at high speed. The two men broke through the door of the Time Hall. The round room no longer had a ceiling. There was a dark hole above their heads, and there was nothing but the roar and vibration of the huge rocks that kept falling down.
Cyrus felt more and more exhausted. Grindelwald's sudden betrayal caught him off guard. Especially since he stopped Dumbledore, the battle between the two was destined not to end so quickly.
But he couldn't understand how Grindelwald, who was so smart and conceited, could believe Voldemort's lies?
But he couldn't think so much now.
"If this is your level, you will die here today!"
Voldemort showed an arrogant look. He had already secured victory. The output of magic power had gradually climbed to the peak. Every one of his blood vessels was bulging horribly, and the surging blood was expanding, making his originally cold skin look rosy!
"Avada Kedavra!"
It's the killing curse again.
But the power this time is incomparable!
The scorching and dazzling electric light carried the breath of death, like a sword, which was about to pierce into Cyrus' heart and completely destroy his heart of the Philosopher's Stone!
Cyrus watched the light of the spell approaching, and his heart seemed to be shrouded in a shadow.
In that instant, lightning flashed from his fingertips and his red-gold eyes. The power of ancient magic strengthened the magic of lightning. The golden and silver lightning intertwined and turned into a huge torrent of magic! "Lightning and thunder!"
The powerful spell has only a simple name, but the lightning itself carries tremendous power!
"boom!!!"
The two spells collided again, and a huge shock wave echoed towards Cyrus and Voldemort like a surging tide.
Cyrus retreated quickly. He and Voldemort collided like two yin and yang fish, one black and one white, and then retreated. When he landed on the ground, Cyrus already felt a little tired.
He leaned against the wall that was left with only ruins. Behind him, perhaps a powerful natural magic was sealed. The magical defense on the door was stronger than the Ministry of Magic itself. Even now, it stood there tenaciously.
Voldemort stepped over the ruins where electric currents were gushing out. This full, overwhelming power made him feel extremely satisfied. He didn't know how long it had been since he had felt this way. The power that continuously surged out of his body was as strong as a volcano.
"Ah..." He exhaled intoxicatedly, "Look, what a powerful wand this is. Only such an extraordinary wand is worthy of such an extraordinary me! "Cyrus, from the beginning, you have no chance of winning!"
Voldemort shook his head. He tried to see some fear or submission on Cyrus' face. He hoped to see Cyrus bow down before him and to see Cyrus, who had defeated him several times, look as miserable as a defeated dog.
But he was disappointed.
Although Cyrus looked a little tired, his expression was calm. He was not afraid of the possible death at all, which made it even more impossible for him to submit to Voldemort.
He simply picked up the dark green wand that looked a bit like a snake and held it to his mouth as if he was extending a finger.
"You are right, Voldemort, the Elder Wand does have extraordinary magical powers that can make you invincible."
“Why don’t you kneel down and beg me to spare your life?” Voldemort gracefully passed his wand in front of his body, as if it was a farewell ceremony after the end of a song.
However, Cyrus laughed: "The Elder Wand is indeed a legendary wand, but how do you know that the Serpentwood Wand in my hand is not a legendary wand?"
Then, as Voldemort stared in astonishment, Cyrus whispered to the snakewood wand:
“Hiss—ha—”
Harsh and obscure syllables came out of his mouth, and Voldemort's expression looked even more interesting at this moment. He looked at the wand in Cyrus' hand as if he had seen a ghost.
Cyrus spoke in Parseltongue, but he could hear it clearly, and Voldemort knew the meaning of every syllable.
Speak to me, serpentwood wand...
Then, the wand seemed to come alive, and its originally dark green and gray tones became bright, like green scales glowing with colorful light under the scorching sun.
"Is this Slytherin's legacy?" Voldemort's face was full of surprise.
He looked as if someone was fighting him with his ancestor's coffin.
At this moment, half of Cyrus's hand holding the snakewood wand was wrapped in magical power like a group of snakes, and the shadow of a huge thunderbird radiated from the other half of the body. The giant snake and the thunderbird roared and cried, and lightning and darkness blended together, like a thunderstorm sweeping the sky!
At the same time, an even louder cry sounded from another room. Then, Fox, with a long tail flame, came like a meteor, responding to Cyrus' call!
It was hovering high in the sky, and its small body contained enormous magical power. It was obvious that Dumbledore could not get there in time, so he let it come over to help.
The phoenix circled and then landed on Cyrus' shoulder.
Then, something unexpected fell from Fox's body and landed on Cyrus' head.
"Good evening, gentlemen?" the Sorting Hat shouted, regardless of the occasion. "We are all old acquaintances!"
Cyrus did not respond to it because he felt something hard and cold hitting his head. He raised his head slightly, and an exquisite sword fell down and was caught in his left hand.
Cyrus stared at the tattered wizard's hat and looked at Voldemort again.
"Now, let's see who is stronger?"
(End of this chapter)