There wasn't even a spectacular duel worthy of his strength, and he simply died at the hands of Cyrus. It was no different from the ordinary wizards and even Muggles who died at his hands during the war.

So much so that when Harry looked at Voldemort's lifeless body, he felt like it was all a dream.

He was afraid that the other person would stand up again the next second - this had happened to him more than once.

"He just died?" Harry asked.

"What else can we do?" Cyrus said softly.

He slowly walked in front of Voldemort. The pitiful man's eyes were still open, but his pupils were gray. Even though he was dead, his face was still hideous, as if he was cursing the world.

"I just think," Harry opened his mouth, "...an accident."

"He is Voldemort! He killed so many people and his magical power is so strong! But his death is too..." Harry racked his brains and finally came up with a word that was not quite appropriate, "In obscurity?"

This made Cyrus feel that Hogwarts should pay more attention to the teaching of cultural subjects while teaching magic.

"He was not unknown. The whole world watched the moment he died," said Sellers.

In fact, he knew what Harry meant.

Harry simply felt that this death was not worthy of Voldemort's identity. He felt that even if Voldemort was going to die, he would probably die in a fierce battle, perhaps with Dumbledore, or perhaps with Cyrus.

"But you know what?" Cyrus said meaningfully, "I think this is a perfect way for him to die."

He looked at Voldemort's face and said, "He always thinks he is extraordinary. When he was in the Muggle world, he thought he was different. After coming to the wizarding world, his outstanding talents fueled his arrogance."

Harry listened quietly.

"He didn't believe that he was just an ordinary wizard from the Muggle world. He thought that since he was so extraordinary, he must have a noble identity that matched his power. For this reason, he kept searching and finally found the source of his wizard bloodline, which is the Gaunt family."

"But he's right, isn't he?" asked Harry.

In fact, Voldemort did find his ancestor among pure-blood wizards, and this bloodline was extremely noble. It was not only a descendant of Slytherin, but more likely a descendant of the three Peverell brothers.

"He found the right one, but his powerful talent does not actually come from that, Harry." Cyrus explained, "There are too many pure-blood wizards in this world, their bloodlines are equally ancient, but not many of them have the same powerful talent as Voldemort."

Having said that, Cyrus couldn't help but look at Grindelwald.

Grindelwald is also a pure-blood wizard, but his ancestors are not as prominent as Voldemort's, and the same is true for the Dumbledore family.

They are not strong because of the power of family or blood, they are strong enough in themselves! Not to mention, when Voldemort found the Gaunt family, they had already become a poor family in the wizarding world. Inbreeding for the sake of stupid blood purity has led to the decline of the Gaunt family, and the few people left are ugly and disabled.

After listening to Cyrus' words, Harry was thoughtful.

"You mean to say that there's nothing special about Voldemort, right?"

"That's right, Harry." Cyrus nodded in agreement. He was very happy that Harry noticed this.

"You see, he always thinks he is very powerful and looks at others as if they were another lower creature." Cyrus said around Voldemort's body, as if he was commenting on a dish.

"He also never cared for subhuman creatures. He thought they were low-class, dirty... and they stunk just by breathing."

"That's how he feels about Muggles," said Harry.

"Yes, but what is the difference between him and them?" Cyrus asked, "He is not a god. He will die as well. After death, he will become a cold corpse like ordinary people."

"He is very powerful, invincible! Even I can't guarantee that I can defeat him." Cyrus said modestly, "He used his magic to rule Britain for many years and killed many people. Everyone was afraid of him..."

Harry thought of his parents and everyone who died at the hands of Voldemort and the Death Eaters. They might have been fighters, or they might have been innocent people.

Isn't it that Voldemort is so special because he is so powerful? Harry thought.

But Cyrus quickly denied it.

"His strength is only on the surface."

"You will find that Voldemort is like a child holding a dangerous weapon but not knowing right from wrong. He thinks he is invincible, but in fact he is so cowardly in the face of death and failure." Cyrus said sadly.

This struck Harry as ridiculous.

He never imagined that one day someone would say that Voldemort was a pathetic weakling.

But when these words came out of Cyrus' mouth, they were so convincing.

It's not just because Cyrus defeated Voldemort, but more importantly, there is a thought-provoking magic in his words.

"Apart from his powerful magical power, he is nothing." Cyrus shook his head and said, "Just like the tattered and patched soul under his handsome skin, weak and dirty..."

"He is destined not to be a worthy opponent and enemy, nor does he deserve a grand funeral." Cyrus took out his wand and lit a flame in it. Under Harry's gaze, he burned Voldemort's body cleanly.

"Well, let his conceit be reduced to ashes in an ordinary death."

Harry nodded blankly.

He suddenly felt so ironic.

Voldemort thought he was a god. He tried desperately to get rid of his lowly identity - bloodline, human body, and the death that every life must encounter...

But he still failed.

There was always Muggle blood in his body, but he still died, and his death was so ordinary, no different from that of an ordinary person.

Or maybe this is the best ending.

"Actually, I have another question..." Harry asked again.

Seeing that Cyrus didn't seem to refuse, he asked, "Why didn't his spell work on you later?"

It was not Cyrus who answered Harry, but Snape: "Simply because it was not the Elder Wand."

He still didn't have a good face for Harry, and looked at Harry as if he was looking at a stupid troll: "You don't think that Cyrus and Dumbledore planned for so long, they even considered the possibility that I would fail - but left you as a loophole?"

As Snape said, Cyrus couldn't put all his hopes on Snape alone.

If Snape also failed, then Nagini would help Cyrus destroy the old wand in Voldemort's hand. This good girl never betrayed Cyrus from the beginning, she just waited for the opportunity to act as a guarantee for Snape.

"Where did the third Elder Wand come from?"

"That's another story."

"You know I was looking for traces of ancient magic not long ago."

Harry nodded, and Cyrus continued, "The four former guardians of ancient magic set up several tests to protect ancient magic. One of them once left a magical illusion during her trial, which contained a fake old wand."

"So the third Elder Wand was a fake from the beginning." Harry suddenly realized, "But ancient magic is indeed powerful, I never thought that it could take the fake Elder Wand out of the illusion."

"You are wrong, Harry." Cyrus shook his head. "The magic in the illusion can only exist in the illusion. It cannot be brought into the real world."

Fake things are fake after all. If ancient magic can create the Elder Wand at will and bring it into reality, wouldn't it be possible to create an invincible army in an instant?

"But it did in your hands at first exert the power of the Elder Wand, didn't it?"

Harry felt that Cyrus's words were somewhat contradictory.

But Cyrus smiled mysteriously.

"How do you know this is the real world?"

"What?"

"Idiot, don't you realize that this is not the real Hogwarts?" Snape sneered. He had already used potions to heal the injury on his arm. A comminuted fracture was nothing in the wizarding world.

"You are just as stupid as your father who is not good at thinking! Or do you have no brains at all?"

His two words made Harry blush.

No matter what Snape did, as long as he was still alive, Harry was destined not to like him. If he had died gloriously and greatly, I'm afraid Harry would miss him, but he is still alive now, not only alive, but also full of vigor to satirize his dead father...

In fact, Harry now knows how much pressure Snape has been under over the years, caught between Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Perhaps he did not intend to feel pity for those who were killed, but he did save some people during his days as a double agent.

But that's how he is, always wrapping himself in that black robe, hiding his good side deeply, as if it were ashamed to be seen by others.

But Harry wasn't in much of a mood to argue with him right now.

He still felt a little awkward with this person who had always been deeply in love with his mother.

"What do you mean this isn't the real world?"

"Actually, this is the illusion." Cyrus explained, "Didn't you notice that something was wrong with this Hogwarts from the beginning?"

Harry then realized that perhaps because he had been troubled by death, he had not noticed the changes in the castle along the way. Now that he thought about it, there were indeed many strange things.

For example, there was no sunlight in the castle, and when looking out from inside, all he could see was a gray haze. At that time, he thought this place was like a meditation basin.

Besides that, there were no portraits Harry was familiar with, and more importantly, no ghosts or Peeves!

"So, Hogwarts now is just an illusion?" Harry asked in surprise.

Cyrus smiled and didn't answer, but pointed at the ground where Harry was standing. Harry immediately looked down and found that the puddle where he was standing actually showed traces of ink, like a faded ink painting.

“Bang!”

Then he heard Cyrus snap his fingers in the empty chamber.

Everything seems to be the same, yet everything seems completely different.

Harry felt as if something was fading from his body, as if a thin layer of gray gauze had been torn off, revealing the true face of everything. His eyes suddenly brightened, and everything around him seemed to have color, as if the world after rain had become clear.

“It took the three of us to create an illusion covering Hogwarts,” Grindelwald also said.

He knew that Harry was Dumbledore's favorite student, but now he was not so jealous.

On the contrary, when he looked at Harry, he had the mentality of looking at his grandson.

"Well, let's get out of here." Cyrus took a step forward. "To be honest, I don't like the Chamber of Secrets at all--" - The changes in Hogwarts Castle did not seem to be noticed by the people on the Quidditch field.

They could see but not hear, and they didn't even think the battle was dull - they had already had a wonderful contest in the castle before Voldemort's death.

When Harry fought Voldemort, Voldemort's powerful magic was brought to full display.

This also made them even more surprised at Voldemort's death in the end, so much so that more than a thousand people fell silent at the same time.

"He's dead..."

I don't know which wizard spoke this sentence first, it was like a stone thrown into a pool of stagnant water, stirring up huge waves! "The mysterious man is dead!"

Li's black face turned red with excitement. He jumped directly onto the chair, threw the wizard hat on his head high, and excitedly cast a spell on it, blowing the innocent hat to pieces!

Normally at times like this Mag would come out and criticize him harshly, but this time Mag didn't do so.

She couldn't help but curl up her lips, which were usually pursed.

At times like this, the little wizards always have to have something to celebrate! Not to mention them, even Mag herself couldn't help but want to shout: Stone Pillars out, celebrate this beautiful day!

She looked around the Quidditch pitch. With Lee taking the lead, all the students began to cheer. They shouted:

"The mysterious man is dead!"

"Long live Cyrus!"

The voices were getting louder and louder, and even the students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were no exception.

Later, someone - in fact, McGonagall suspected it was Ron - shouted: "The You-Know-Who is dead, why do we still call him You-Know-Who?"

Then everyone shouted again: "Voldemort is dead!"

Ron shouted, "No, Tom is dead!" But this made Hannah a little unhappy because she had an uncle, the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, also named Tom.

As Cyrus said, Tom Riddle is pretentious, but he's just an ordinary man.

Even the name is so ordinary.

(End of this chapter)