Cyrus held a sword in his left hand and a wand in his right hand, with Fawkes on his shoulders, and flames flowed on every feather.

He was holding the divine armor and looked very majestic at the moment!

Voldemort's spells are powerful, but his sword is no weaker either!

But Voldemort sneered: "A broken sword and a red-feathered bird, do you think you can win?"

"Hey!" The Sorting Hat on Cyrus' head was immediately unhappy after hearing what Voldemort said, "Don't underestimate Gryffindor's sword, little Tom! How do you think he defeated the Muggles and became a master? By using spells?"

"Of course not!" It shouted exaggeratedly, trying its best to tell Voldemort a truth - wizards only need to know the art of illumination, and the rest will be paved by the sword! "Chop him into a dead snake, let him see the power of the Sword Master of Azkaban!"

Voldemort looked at the Sorting Hat coldly. His blood-red eyes were filled with a deathly firmness that immediately made it calm down. The outlines of the eye sockets and the mouth disappeared immediately, as if it had turned into an ordinary, tattered hat.

However, the Sorting Hat's words actually reminded Voldemort.

If there is anything he is inferior to Cyrus now, it is Cyrus's monstrous physique.

Voldemort would never forget the night when Cyrus twisted his arm and the pain he felt when the sharp bone fragments pierced the flesh and blood from the inside of his right arm!

His cold gaze was focused on the silver blade, and his feet subconsciously took half a step back.

Cyrus couldn't help laughing at the look of being frightened but trying to be brave. However, Cyrus would not underestimate Voldemort because of this. On the contrary, the more cautious Voldemort was, the more dangerous it would be for him.

Even if the snakewood wand fully unleashed its magic, it might not be comparable to the Elder Wand. As for the sword, thanks to the Sorting Hat, Voldemort had been on guard from the beginning! The two stood on either side of the circular room. At this time, the room began to rotate rapidly. The swaying blue flames on the wall seemed to have turned into a ring of flames due to the high-speed rotation, like the ropes used as boundaries in the arena to delimit the area.

Voldemort waited for his chance like a venomous snake, but after a moment, he took the initiative to break the confrontation.

"Come on!" he said hoarsely, his expression much more serious than before. Obviously, Cyrus still brought a lot of pressure to Voldemort at this moment.

At this moment, Cyrus raised his wand high, and the shadow of the green snake on the right side of his body seemed to come alive. It raised its head and roared like a dragon, and its huge body seemed to fill the entire room!

At this moment, it flew through the air like an arrow, leaving only a green shadow!

Without hesitation, Voldemort shot out a black lightning from his wand, which pierced through the giant snake. However, the next moment, a golden shadow appeared and split the lightning!

Cyrus flew over a distance of several meters in the blink of an eye. After the huge snake shadow was turned into thick fog, the silver blade light split the illusion in front of Voldemort and suddenly stabbed at his crown!

“Swish!”

The air was torn apart.

The blade of the sword of Gryffindor appeared in his eyes , which were as red as a pool of blood! Voldemort had no time to dodge. The blade seemed to be only a millimeter away from his pupils, but this short distance seemed as far as the end of the world.

In just a short breath, Voldemort had already cast the Traceless Extension Charm at will, creating distance between himself and Cyrus.

This move had been used by Cyrus before, but for the master, it was easy to grasp the opportunity at that moment.

Then, Voldemort immediately swung his wand several times in the direction of Cyrus.

"Do you like playing with knives?" He laughed grimly, and every time he swung his wand, a black blade cut through the air and flew towards Cyrus' limbs and head.

"Super strong armor protection!"

Cyrus pointed with his right hand, and another huge dragon snake coiled around its body. Its solid scales opened and closed, making a metallic collision sound. The snake tightened its body and protected Cyrus. Voldemort's black blades hit its scales, and bright sparks burst out in an instant. Then it was bounced away, splitting the solid wall like tofu! At the same time, Fawkes on Cyrus' shoulder merged with the shadow of the huge silver thunderbird and turned into a real thunder phoenix!

It spread its wings, emitting flames and lightning, and while flapping its wings, it also swooped down towards Voldemort! However, at that moment, the ground beneath Voldemort's feet seemed to have turned into a dark green swamp, and a huge snake thicker than a man's waist rushed out of the venomous swamp, its hideous and terrifying head drawing a huge arc in the air, and its terrible fangs slammed into Fawkes's claws like steel guns!

"Cheng!"

Like the collision of metal!

Then, the giant snake pulled its body completely out of the mud. Its huge body was enough to crush any beast, and there was terrible magic in its dim pupils!

What surprised Cyrus was that this was not a beast conjured up by magic, but a living basilisk! "Of course it is the one in the Chamber of Secrets," Voldemort said with a smile, his hand brushing the cold scales of the snake king, "I brought it back, and time has strengthened its magic."

"Really?" Cyrus' eyes flickered. Since it was the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets, it must still remember the aura of Slytherin? Cyrus immediately repeated the snake language. This language was like the king's command and had great power over the basilisk.

At the same time, the snakewood wand was also emitting a unique aura. Invisible chains surged from Cyrus's body, shooting towards the basilisk like tentacles and vines, controlling it!

The basilisk stopped, and then Cyrus' eyes lit up.

"Kill Voldemort!"

The basilisk roared immediately, and it turned its head suddenly. Its eyes, which were bigger than lanterns, reflected Voldemort's face. Then it opened its bloody mouth and smashed towards Voldemort, as if it wanted to swallow him alive!

However, Voldemort didn't seem to be worried at all. With a confident smile on his face, he raised his left hand, and the basilisk was freed from Cyrus's command, shaking its body as if it had broken free from layers of chains.

Just before it hit Voldemort, it turned around, like a huge train passing by, and turned its head to attack the Phoenix flying low in the sky. Both sides showed no weakness, using lightning and fire, fangs full of venom, and a gaze that could kill you if you looked directly at it...

At this moment, the Department of Mysteries has become a world of monsters.

"Do you really think that you can snatch control of the basilisk from me just because you have a snakewood wand?" Voldemort sneered.

He naturally knew that Cyrus had Parseltongue, especially after seeing Cyrus take out the snakewood wand and dare to summon the basilisk, he was naturally confident that he could prevent the basilisk from being controlled by Cyrus.

Although they both speak Parseltongue, the magic they possess is completely different.

Just like Harry's Parseltongue can control ordinary venomous snakes, but he can't compete with Tom Riddle in the diary for control of the basilisk. Cyrus' Parseltongue ability also comes from Voldemort, but compared with the complete Voldemort, it is not as powerful.

“Now, let me see what tricks you have up your sleeve?” Voldemort took a step forward, his feet creating wind, dust and gravel rising under his magic, he paused with his wrist, and shot out another terrible black spell.

Cyrus immediately picked up his wand to fight back. The shadow of a dark green snake clung to his arm, enhancing the power of his magic.

He cast several spells in an instant, and the white light that shot out was like a powerful missile that collided with Voldemort's spell -

"boom!!!"

Cyrus was wondering why no one from the Ministry of Magic had arrived yet.

But now he couldn't think about so many things.

He had no choice but to devote himself to the battle!

He kept casting spells, one after another flying out quickly. The power of these spells was amazing. Even if they didn't hit the target, they just passed through the air with tremendous force, making the two people's hair stand up!

Cyrus knew that if he wanted to win, there was only one way...

So at this moment, he threw away the sword in his left hand, and while casting the spell with his right hand, he used gestures with his left hand to assist and strengthen the power of the spell.

When Voldemort saw Cyrus drop the sword of Gryffindor, he was immediately relieved and became more unscrupulous. On the other hand, the Sorting Hat on Cyrus' head sighed, thinking that Cyrus had given up a good opportunity.

"You should use the sword to break Voldemort's spells, even the Killing Curse!" the Sorting Hat shouted.

But Cyrus ignored it.

He knew that the sword could break the killing curse, but what would happen after that? He had to hit Voldemort to hurt him, otherwise, no matter how sharp the sword of Gryffindor was, what effect would it have? Cyrus glanced at the place where the sword was dropped, and it seemed that it was this glance that Voldemort seized the opportunity. He raised his wand above his head and attacked Cyrus instantly! "Boom!!!"

Thick smoke!

Voldemort had a smile on his face, but the next moment, he saw Cyrus rolling out from the smoke and dust.

Cyrus looked very embarrassed, and the chattering Sorting Hat on his head was blown away by the spell. It can be seen that although he avoided the spell, his rhythm has been disrupted.

Voldemort immediately realized that now was a good time for him to pursue his victory. If he could seize the opportunity, he would be able to end the battle immediately! So his attack rhythm immediately became radical. He stepped forward, and the Elder Wand in his hand was not dusty at all, and even exerted unprecedented power.

Countless spells were fired at Cyrus overwhelmingly, as if all the stars in the night sky were pouring down, leaving Cyrus unable to fight back.

"Come on, Cyrus, don't hide!"

He became more and more arrogant and oppressed Cyrus as if he was teasing a mouse, forcing Cyrus to run away and dodge.

"That's not all you have got, is it?" Voldemort asked sarcastically. He saw Cyrus break open the half-broken door and hide in the Hall of Death. Voldemort immediately followed him with a sneer.

Of course, Voldemort had thought that Cyrus's rash entry into the Hall of Death might be a trap.

He is very cautious and his eyes are always faster than his steps.

The Hall of Death was a dim and cold room. The whole room looked gray and was very empty inside. There was nothing inside except a tattered archway with a white curtain fluttering.

So as soon as he entered he could see Cyrus gasping for breath and looking at him through the archway.

“This is a nice place, isn’t it?” Voldemort looked across the silent Death Hall. The interior of the room was safe and sound, as if there was a special power that blocked out all the noise from the outside world. Perhaps death should be so quiet.

"I mean, as your grave!"

Voldemort spoke cruelly.

But Cyrus seemed to have nothing to say. He seemed particularly taciturn today.

This probably made Voldemort feel a little bored.

"I really want to teach you the virtue of obedience."

He thought it was meaningless to kill his enemy like this. He wanted to see Cyrus surrender and fear. But even now Cyrus was still stubborn, which made Voldemort wonder, is Cyrus not afraid of death? Doesn't he know the magic of death?

Voldemort fired a spell cruelly and angrily, and Cyrus seemed to be exhausted. He raised his wand to fight back, but his wand was knocked away, fell to the ground with a thud, and rolled to the side of the arch.

Seeing this, Voldemort knew that Cyrus no longer had the strength to fight back.

He conjured up a huge chain and locked Cyrus' body tightly, then walked in front of Cyrus and strangled Cyrus' neck with his cold hands.

“Look at how pitiful you are…” Voldemort applied force with his fingertips. “Who can help you now?”

He sneered and glanced at the archway of the Hall of Death. The snakewood wand seemed to have lost all its spirituality and lay there quietly.

"You've lost your sword, and now you've lost your wand. I can easily break your neck," he said. "Do you hear the call of death?"

According to legend, the closer a person is to death, the more likely he can hear the call of the dead from the other side of the arch. Voldemort really wanted to know if Cyrus could hear his own voice inside the arch now.

But he just asked casually and didn't expect Cyrus to answer him.

But to Voldemort's surprise, Cyrus actually nodded.

His whole face flushed red, and his tightly pinched throat moved with difficulty, making a hoarse sound: "I did hear it..."

There seemed to be mockery in the golden eyes: "It's just that the voice I heard was yours, Voldemort!"

Voldemort was stunned for a moment, and then he felt an unprecedented panic, as if something bad was happening. At the same time, a biting cold wind blew behind him!

He turned his head suddenly, and was blinded by a bright silver light!

In mid-air, another Cyrus, holding a sword, chopped towards his head!

Cyrus, holding the sword, closed the distance in an instant like a sword master. In just a breath of time, the blade almost fell on Voldemort's head, cutting off a strand of his black hair.

"Voldemort, die!"

This time he had nowhere to hide—

(End of this chapter)