Voldemort held Cyrus's shoulders.

He was tall, almost a head taller than Harry. Although he was thin, he looked much healthier than the skinny Harry.

At this moment, his sudden appearance made Ron and the twins a little overwhelmed. Their minds were blank, and they should have felt fear at this moment, but they even forgot what fear was.

While enduring the impact of the spell, Ron turned his head suddenly, lost his balance and rolled to the side, but even so, he did not forget to save Harry.

The spell bullet blasted directly into Voldemort's cheek.

This of course doesn't work.

Spell bullets are different from real spells, which are ultimately the product of alchemy, while the wizard's spells and magic power can almost be said to be the power of God, which can be done at will and is omnipotent!

Voldemort only used a thought to turn the bullet into a blooming flower, which withered piece by piece during its flight, and when it fell on Voldemort's face, only a little fragrance remained.

"Let go of Harry!"

“A touching sentiment, don’t you think, Harry?” said Voldemort approvingly, but every word he uttered was dripping with sarcasm.

He waved his hand gently, and Ron and the twins seemed to be imprisoned by some invisible force. Their bodies floated up and crashed into the wall of the distant courtyard.

In reality, Voldemort had merely cast a permanent sticking spell, sticking the three of them to the wall.

The spell was not very lethal, but it was not easy to break. Sirius was the most qualified person to say that. If there was any way for him to take down the annoying portrait of his mother in the house at Grimmauld Place, he would be very happy to do so.

"Let me go, Voldemort!" Cyrus pretended to struggle, trying to break free from Voldemort's hands.

Of course he didn't dare to use real strength, otherwise even a fire dragon would not be able to withstand Cyrus's torment.

But even so, he found something wrong. Voldemort was much stronger than before.

'Perhaps he's been conducting some magical experiments again?'

At this time, the members of the Order of the Phoenix who were fighting in the house also discovered Voldemort.

"Harry!" Sirius howled. All of them were trying desperately to break out, but their enemies were not so willing to let them go.

There were too many Death Eaters.

Moody slammed his wand, which was integrated with his crutch, heavily to the ground, and the shock wave formed by the spell knocked back several Death Eaters like water waves.

Barty Jr. blocked the attack and was about to fight back when a black shadow pounced on him! — It was a mad werewolf! It was Lupin! He didn't drink the potion today, or maybe there was something wrong with the potion itself —

Snape used the flying spell taught by the Dark Lord to avoid the sharp claws, but the monster bit everyone indiscriminately!

He is a lion rushing into the flock of sheep, and no one can resist him!

All spells could not penetrate the wolf-like Lupin's skin. He did not look strong, on the contrary, he could be described as thin and weak, but his strong magic resistance made him invincible! Lupin howled in the dark night, and every time he jumped, he overturned the bodies of several Death Eaters, and every time he landed, he shattered them!

Although he could not distinguish between friend and foe, the huge number of Death Eaters made him ignore the Order of the Phoenix.

Moody thought of a solution. His throat was hoarse, but he still shouted:

“Follow him!”

Everyone ran out along the path that Lupin had fought to clear. This ferocious monster had lost his mind, but he could still tell who was the biggest threat here—

He rushed towards Voldemort! "BOOM!"

There was a loud bang, and Lupin, who was only a shadow, fell to the ground as if he had suffered a heavy blow.

Voldemort just turned his palm, and it was as if a mountain was pressing down on him, and even the ground sank a few centimeters.

"How dare a lowly beast like you stand in front of me?" he said coldly, looking at Lupin crawling on the ground as if he were a dirty bug.

Then, his gaze turned to Sirius and others who had broken out, and the Death Eaters who were chasing them.

He extended his hand slightly, signaling the Death Eaters to stop, but the members of the Order of the Phoenix were not safe.

"You-Know-Who, let Harry go!" Sirius yelled. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that Harry would be hurt at the hands of Voldemort.

In response, Voldemort didn't even bother to look at him.

"Do you think I was talking to that filthy werewolf bastard alone?" His voice was icy cold, yet filled with rage like fire! "Kneel down!"

The moment Voldemort opened his mouth, Moody and the others immediately felt a powerful force pressing on their bodies, which was about to break their spines! Voldemort liked to see his enemies bow their heads in front of him.

And this demon's unparalleled magic power is enough to make him omnipotent!

He only needed a thought to make these elite wizards lie down before him like ants.

Since these pathetic weaklings are powerless, they should put themselves in the right place.

Cyrus was still struggling.

At this moment, Voldemort only grabbed his shoulder with one hand, but it felt as if he was welded to it by metal.

By now, Cyrus was certain that Voldemort must have performed some magical experiments on himself.

The lack of a strong body is the huge gap between Voldemort and Cyrus. It is understandable that a man as arrogant as him would not allow anyone to do better than him.

Relying on his current immortal body, Voldemort may not need to consider as many things as before when conducting magical experiments.

He becomes stronger again!

Cyrus thought to himself.

But Voldemort didn't know what Cyrus was thinking. He was proud of his success and complacent, but he was also full of reason. He knew that Dumbledore would never let him achieve his goal so easily.

If the old man had known that he was here to attack Harry, how could he not show up on his own?

"Come out, Dumbledore."

Voldemort sneered.

Privet Drive at night is as quiet as death—

This place seemed to have naturally become a battlefield. The noise was as loud as a terrorist attack, and the entire street was almost blown away. However, the residents around did not react at all.

In fact, they had already left.

Dumbledore was prepared.

And Voldemort saw through all of this——

Pah! Dumbledore, wearing a white robe with a flaming tail, walked out of nothingness.

"Release Harry, Voldemort."

Dumbledore said seriously.

He was such a good headmaster who respected his students. Ever since Voldemort emphasized that he preferred this name, he no longer called him Tom.

But Voldemort didn't seem to notice this. He was just a little surprised because only Dumbledore came out of the darkness - he thought the trap would be more dangerous.

"Where's Cyrus?" he asked.

It's in your hands.

"Perhaps you have made some mistake," said Dumbledore. "Cyrus and I are not on the same page."

Of course, it's you and Grindelwald, otherwise why would he be willing to cooperate with me to save you? Voldemort thought to himself, he didn't continue to ask about Cyrus, since Dumbledore didn't say anything, then it didn't matter whether Cyrus came to surround him today or not.

He just needed to pretend that Cyrus had arrived and be alert and careful.

"Okay, let Harry go." Dumbledore raised the Elder Wand.

The moment he looked at the wand, Voldemort suddenly realized that he didn't necessarily have to take Harry away from his hands. He only needed to defeat Harry - and this was too easy - in fact, he had already won!

He has captured Harry, who can say this is not his victory? At this moment, Voldemort, who thought of this, suddenly became excited.

However, he still did not let go of the hand that was holding Harry, but he picked up the Elder Wand again with his other hand -

He immediately felt a huge force gushing out from the Elder Wand, flowing into his body from every pore in his palm like a torrent, washing through every blood vessel in his body! "Ah——"

Voldemort groaned in ecstasy.

He savored the power that the wand brought him and was convinced that he was invincible!

Voldemort had personally experienced the power that the Elder Wand brought him, and he could easily tell whether he was the master of the wand or not. At this moment, his heart also swelled up like magic power! But he didn't understand that the most powerful person might have stood beside the cliff of destruction.

"I thought you would be wiser, Dumbledore," he said.

"I thought Harry Potter might not be the master of the Elder Wand at all, and you were just throwing a smokescreen, but you actually made him a bait and put him in danger, just to lure me in."

At this moment, just like in first year, Dumbledore used the Philosopher's Stone as bait to bring him and Harry into direct hostility.

But at that time, Harry saved the Philosopher's Stone, and now - it is the great Lord Voldemort who has won the victory! "You don't know how to learn from your mistakes, Dumbledore." Voldemort pronounced Dumbledore's name in every sentence, as if to emphasize that the other party was the loser and how stupid Dumbledore was.

He shook his head, and the uglier Dumbledore's expression became, the more proud he became.

"You surprise me, Dumbledore," he said. "This is hardly the kind of mistake you would make, and yet you did it."

Voldemort couldn't imagine that this was Dumbledore's plan, because his power was indeed enhanced, and nothing could take away his Elder Wand!

Dumbledore's actions were to strengthen his wings. If this was also the plan, then Voldemort would hope for more such plans.

He suddenly raised his hand and cast a spell! This spell was stronger than lightning!

Dumbledore immediately fought back. He seemed to be struggling, and under Voldemort's attack he was like a dead tree that was about to break in a strong wind.

"How pitiful, isn't it?" said Voldemort smugly.

Of course, he had anticipated his magical power at the moment, but when he really suppressed Dumbledore, he still found it difficult to suppress his pride.

After so many years, this was the first time he felt so happy! But he showed mercy.

"Hahaha, you're so weak, Dumbledore!"

"I feel a little sorry for you, my dear old professor. Are you okay?" Voldemort greeted him as if he really cared about his elderly teacher.

Dumbledore was hunched over, gasping for breath.

He is like a real teacher and is still teaching Voldemort some truths.

"Never get too complacent, Voldemort."

“How interesting! The unrivaled Old Wand now belongs to me. Do you think anyone can take it away from me this time?” Voldemort asked back. His voice was completely different in an instant, as if it came from hell.

"Absolutely not!"

"I really want to kill you right now, but that wouldn't be fun," he said. "I'll kill you in front of everyone - but don't worry, not now, and not in tomorrow's game."

"I promised Grindelwald to spare you this time. You should really thank your lover who is as loyal as a rose until death."

"But I still have a question for you."

The powerful force gave Voldemort enough confidence. While being alert to possible attacks from Cyrus, he asked: "What makes you think Harry can defeat me? That absurd prophecy?"

Dumbledore shook his head.

"It's because Harry has something you can never have. Your magic is indeed powerful, but your heart is barren. You are so pathetic, Voldemort. You are alive with the power of the Resurrection Stone, relying on this half-dead body. What can you feel?"

"Nothing."

"The same old thing again," Voldemort shook his head in disappointment.

Of course he knew that "love" was a powerful magic, but it was just a kind of ancient magic. Now he also mastered the ancient magic. He had cracked Lily Potter's spell. He could come to Privet Drive and touch Harry Potter. He could do anything!

Voldemort lost interest in continuing the conversation.

He had been waiting for Cyrus to show up, but after so long, Cyrus still didn't move, and he was tired of it.

"That's all for today..." Voldemort let go of Cyrus, then he floated up, looking down at everyone like a god.

Now that he had the Elder Wand, Voldemort no longer needed Harry.

Of course, he could take away the last soul fragment from Harry, but he didn't want to do that now. He wanted to prove to Dumbledore that he didn't care about Harry at all. This so-called savior was even more ridiculous than a joke.

On the other hand, the Horcrux is indeed the last insurance.

"Go back and tell Cyrus that tomorrow is the day he will die."

(End of this chapter)