At this moment, Voldemort's entire vision was filled with the shadow of the giant snake, and the hideous head of the giant snake was reflected in his upright pupils!

"hiss!"

The red letter vibrated like a taut guitar string.

He could almost smell the stench coming towards him - the snake was only a few centimeters away from his throat. However, Voldemort was not panicked at all. He just pressed his wand slightly, and the snake immediately fell to the ground as if it was pinned down.

It was impossible for a small snake to hurt him.

But Voldemort thought it looked familiar.

At this moment, the big snake twisted its body as if it was nailed to the ground by a huge nail. It roared in pain, and the terrible snake language aroused Voldemort's long-forgotten memories.

"You are Nagini."

In his memory, that was also a very distant past.

At that time, it had not even come to Hogwarts to go to school, but it had already shown extraordinary talent in the orphanage. At that time, Voldemort discovered that he had the ability to talk to snakes. These monsters that looked cold on the outside obeyed his orders.

——He is the king of all snakes!

It was Nagini who made Voldemort discover his talent.

However, Voldemort never expected that he would see her again.

"Good girl, he deceived you and made you obey him, right?" Voldemort's tone was even a little gentle.

He also used the snake language to communicate with Nagini and used his magic to influence Nagini. This little snake was actually of no use to him, but it was of great significance.

She represents Voldemort's unusual past.

He has a power that is difficult for Muggles and even wizards to understand. He is different and born to be at the top! When he spoke to Nagini, Nagini seemed to have a confused expression on her face.

At this moment, Voldemort had already released the spell that suppressed her, but Nagini did not attack him. She stood up halfway and spit out her tongue, and Voldemort also stretched out his palm in cooperation. Nagini immediately felt a familiar feeling. She turned around in confusion and looked at Cyrus, as if she didn't know which one was the person she really met at the beginning.

"Come back to me Nagini," Voldemort hissed hoarsely.

"He's not your friend, I am!"

He seemed to have used the power of these words to show Nagini his past memories, and now the snake became much more resolute. She changed her position and coiled around Voldemort, watching everyone around her with a dangerous look.

"Come back, Nagini!" Cyrus looked at Nagini's actions, frowned, and gave a blunt order.

But Nagini remained unmoved.

She seemed to have decided it was Voldemort.

Seeing this, Voldemort showed a smug expression. He stretched out his hand, placed his palm on Nagini's head, and then looked at Cyrus.

"See, you think you can get something from me, but in fact you get nothing. What belongs to me will always belong to me!"

When he said this, his tone suddenly changed, as strong as if a blade had been broken! "Including Slytherin's wand, and your soul!"

"Admit it, I am the one who truly inherited the great bloodline of Slytherin, and you are just a fake!" he said.

Voldemort felt very happy to regain Nagini's trust. She was actually useless, and her fighting ability might not be as good as that of the giant mutant runes snake, but from the Elder Wand to Nagini, Voldemort was enjoying the pleasure of deprivation! Voldemort just wanted to watch Cyrus lose everything little by little, and finally his own life!

But what he didn't notice was Nagini's lively and human gaze.

Perhaps Voldemort had enough magical power to control every snake, but there was a part of Nagini hidden in her.

Now it seems that the part that belongs to humans and wizards seems to have been forgotten by Nagini long ago, but just like the werewolf, it is impossible for it to disappear completely.

Voldemort never thought that Cyrus would not really try to kill him with the help of Nagini, so Cyrus must have had his own plans when he let Nagini out.

She will be a key part.

Cyrus lowered his eyebrows, but his eyes were open, and his golden pupils were like two suns hiding in the clouds.

He did not say anything to Voldemort, but continued to attack. At this moment, he held the third Elder Wand in his hand. Although this wand gave him power, Voldemort also had an Elder Wand. Moreover, his wand had some shady origins...

In addition, Morgana's inheritance was given to Harry.

So the pressure on Cyrus at this moment is actually very huge.

His spells were not as powerful as Voldemort's, so he could only continue to cast ancient magic, trying to narrow the gap with the power of ancient magic.

Powerful lightning gathered in his hands!

Cyrus was almost completely wrapped in lightning!

"boom!!!"

The lightning flashed so brightly that Harry could hardly open his eyes.

It wasn't just Harry. In fact, those who were watching the game outside couldn't see anything. There was only patches of strong white light on the screen, which made their eyes burst into tears.

But Voldemort was not affected at all.

He waved his wand quickly, shattering the lightning.

"Nagini, stand back."

He didn't need Nagini to do anything, he just needed Nagini to be by his side.

Only in this way can his majesty be demonstrated! He seemed like a god walking in the wilderness, with wild beasts accompanying him. Lightning could not penetrate his body, and he only needed to wave his magic wand and move his mind slightly to release terrible power!

Especially since he was no longer in the cat-and-mouse mentality that he had in the Department of Mysteries.

Now, he attacks with all his strength!

Every blow made the castle shake! It was more than just shaking. In fact, every time he struck, the castle collapsed bit by bit.

Those gray old walls seemed to melt in an instant, and then return to their original state in an instant.

Cyrus was retreating as he fought Voldemort.

Fortunately, Harry did not just watch, he joined in and fought Voldemort together with Cyrus. He was inexperienced, but after all, the panel had been piled up, so he did share a lot of pressure for Cyrus.

They started from the fifth floor corridor and broke through the entire floor! Then Cyrus rode on the flames and turned into a huge pillar of fire, breaking through the two floors of the castle.

They fell all the way to the third floor, and Harry broke open the bathroom door to avoid Voldemort's spell, but no one cared about him breaking into the girls' bathroom at this point.

The noisy Myrtle was no longer here. In fact, Harry didn't see a single ghost along the way, as if they had all left the castle and gone wherever they were supposed to go.

Welcoming death?

Harry thought.

A spell passed before his eyes, and the residual power of the spell made his eyeballs sting.

"Don't be distracted." Cyrus reminded him calmly.

The two of them stood very close, but Harry's mind seemed to be unable to concentrate. And Cyrus never took his eyes off Voldemort from beginning to end.

Voldemort walked in through the blown-out door.

When he saw the women's restroom, a nostalgic expression appeared on his face.

This is where he discovered the secret room.

Speaking of which, he never thought that Slytherin actually placed the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets in the girls' bathroom, otherwise he would not have waited until his fifth year to discover it. At that time, he could be said to have turned almost every corner of Hogwarts upside down.

Even found the Room of Requirement.

"If I'm right, you were resurrected in the Chamber of Secrets and got your current body, right?" Voldemort said, "Decades ago, I also found Slytherin's legacy here and confirmed my bloodline. This is simply like fate, don't you think?"

"Maybe we should just put an end to everything in the secret room!"

Voldemort's words did not cause any psychological fluctuations in Cyrus.

So far, everything has been going smoothly under Cyrus' control.

Even if it is a period, it is Voldemort's period.

"Since you like the sewer so much and plan to use it as your own grave, how can I bear to refuse you?" Cyrus said with a sneer.

When Cyrus said this, Harry looked at him with a bit of grievance.

'I don't want to die in a sewer,' he thought.

No one cares what he thinks.

Voldemort was as cold as a corpse: "Sharp tongue!"

His black magic almost enveloped him completely, and the power of magic distorted the air! Every word he said seemed to have magic under the huge magical power. He made a vague but evil voice as if through a layer of glass or water:

“Hiss—”

It's snake language.

Harry heard it clearly.

That means - open!

Thus, the secret chamber that had been sealed for a thousand years - in fact, it had been opened several times in recent years - the legend that had been heard by every young wizard in Hogwarts - Slytherin's secret chamber, had finally unveiled its mystery in the eyes of the world.

"Come," Voldemort bowed slightly, as if inviting Cyrus and Harry to visit his home.

But the way he treated his guests was a bit too enthusiastic.

Voldemort directly ignited the calendar fire!

He blocked all the escape routes.

The flames burned in the pipes, and the choking smoke penetrated Harry's eyes, ears, mouth and nose. He immediately felt sore in his eyes, and tears kept flowing as if he had been hit hard in the eye sockets by two punches. He wanted to break out, but Cyrus shook his head.

"Let's go."

After Voldemort's magic power increased, the intensity of the fire also exceeded before. Fierce monsters in the flames looked up at the ceiling, staring at them hungrily.

There was no need to struggle to break through the flames.

The flaming monsters opened their bloody mouths and pounced towards Cyrus and Harry.

Harry panicked for a moment, but fortunately Cyrus pulled his wrist in time -

“Wow!”

The fire of hell is burning!

The flames enveloped the two of them like a whirlpool, forming a protective wall.

Then, in the flames, Cyrus and Harry rushed into the pipe like a meteor.

Voldemort sneered and turned into black smoke and followed.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the flames filled every corner of the underground cave like a wave. Those damp and cold places became extremely dry in an instant, and the skin that the basilisk had shed was twisted in the flames and turned into gray charcoal.

Then, the flames broke through the last metal gate and completely merged with the cold black lake water under the gaze of the huge Slytherin statue !

The flame went out.

The shallow lake in the Chamber of Secrets dried up in a second! Boiling steam exploded, scalding Harry's skin.

"ah!"

He let out a scream.

"Water and fire are invulnerable."

Fortunately, Cyrus isolated him from the high temperature, thus preventing him from being cooked by the steam.

Now, the secret room is covered with thick steam.

They can't see anything.

Of course, the same is true of Voldemort.

The first thing that came to Harry's mind was to hide himself, but he soon realized that he didn't need to do that.

He was here to die anyway, so why should he be afraid?

Harry glanced at Cyrus, who was close at hand, and nodded vaguely, motioning him through the fog to take out the holly wand. Harry knew it was time.

So he hid the real Elder Wand and replaced it with the phoenix feather wand he got from Ollivander a few years ago - he was still the owner of the Elder Wand, but he didn't use it because he no longer needed powerful power - and then Harry took another step into the fog on his own initiative.

The clear sound of footsteps echoed in the empty secret room.

“Pah.”

The sound couldn't be clearer.

"hiss."

All Harry heard was the hissing of the snake, and the slight crunch of its body as it moved across the wet ground.

Voldemort did come.

The two of them met each other through the thick fog, and Voldemort narrowed his eyes. He probably thought that the two "Cyrus" had finally become one.

"To be honest, you should have done this a long time ago," he said. "Gathering your strength together will give you the possibility of competing with me. The scattered strength is simply not worth mentioning."

"You're right, Voldemort," Harry nodded, "because I'm going to kill you right here!"

He held the plain-looking holly wand tightly in his right hand and the Resurrection Stone in his left hand, his palms full of sweat.

He didn't know why Cyrus asked him to hold it, maybe to strengthen his belief. Because when Harry held it, he could really feel his parents were by his side.

Voldemort first glanced into the depths of the fog, where it was all white, but he knew where the ugly stone statue of Slytherin was.

"I will kill you, the despicable imposter, in front of all Slytherin!"

His eyes were cold and the Elder Wand was held high.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The green light illuminated every tiny drop of water in the air.

And Harry—

He didn't hit back.

(End of this chapter)