"Despicable Helpo."

Cyrus called out the other person's real name in one sentence.

Despicable Helpo.

Grindelwald is also familiar with this name. Although he is not British, for wizards, nationality is not so obvious, especially in the earlier years, when the political power of many countries was different from that of today!

Herbo was a very notorious dark wizard in history, otherwise he would not have been dubbed "despicable".

He invented many dark magic spells, the most famous of which is naturally the Horcrux.

However, not many people know about Horcruxes. The dark magic book that records Horcruxes has always been kept in Hogwarts, and only a few people have seen it.

It was only after Grindelwald was released from Nurmengard that he began to learn about Voldemort's deeds and the Horcruxes.

"The inventor of the evil soul-splitting spell, the one who created the Horcruxes?" Grindelwald said in surprise.

After his identity was exposed, Helbo gave up his disguise. His skin fell off like an aging painted door, revealing a very decayed body.

Although he took away Voldemort's body, his soul still belonged to him. The corpse soon rejected him, and his soul accelerated the decay of the corpse.

If Aberforth were here at this moment, he might recognize him. There has always been an old man like this in the Hog's Head Inn. He occasionally drinks a glass of wine, but spends most of his time watching "The Quibbler" and other funny things.

Even a long-decayed soul needs some jokes to embellish it.

Herpo didn't pay attention to Grindelwald's words. Instead, he looked at him sarcastically: "Evil? Look at yourself. Compared to you, I'm not evil at all."

He is telling the truth.

At this moment, Grindelwald looked a bit like the zombie doctor who devoured nightmares from hell in Doctor Strange 2. He devoured a large number of Dementors, but he was unable to digest them immediately. Those remains grew out of his body, and each bone arm seemed to be grabbing something! For revenge, in order to kill Herpo, he has turned himself into a monster.

But he didn't care at all.

"But you, Cyrus, I'm really curious, how did you recognize me?" he asked, with a curious look on his face, "We have never met before, not even once!"

The closest time between Herbert and Cyrus was when Cyrus went to the Hog's Head to look for the key to vault 12. But even then, they did not meet. Voldemort did meet him once.

"Because I was wondering why you had to have Voldemort's body." Cyrus gave an explanation, "So many people die every day in this world, but you only chose Voldemort. This may mean that there is a connection between you."

Cyrus explained.

The other party just listened quietly, and no one made a movement.

"At first I thought that this connection might be through blood, or perhaps you are his ancestor."

"It's not impossible," said Hailbo.

"Maybe, but that's not why you chose him." Cyrus shook his head, "Because what you need is not a normal body, but a body that can accommodate a broken soul."

"The Horcrux you invented, Voldemort thought he could rely on it to remain immortal, but now it seems that it is not that powerful, right?" Cyrus asked back, "It makes the soul incomplete, but it cannot guarantee the immortality of the body. Just look at your current appearance and you will know that even if Voldemort is still alive, he will eventually age under the power of time."

"You're right, Cyrus." Helbo nodded.

At this point, there was no need for him to lie.

Perhaps it was because Cyrus had once been reborn from a Horcrux, so he knew more about Horcruxes than most people, even than Voldemort and Dumbledore.

Helber continued, "Just like Voldemort had so many Horcruxes, but his body was destroyed by Lily Potter's spell, the body also has no way to resist the power of time."

Time is older than the ancient times! It is a well-deserved ancient time, even the magic of the Age of Gods!

"Even if you have a Horcrux, your soul can live on for a long time, but your body can still be destroyed." Helpo said, "Of course, I use the magic of that Horcrux to constantly create new bodies for myself. I have lived for a long time, and sometimes I use other names."

He glanced at the two people, then lowered his head and looked at the island that had been submerged by the sea:

"Herbo, Exdeath..."

Exdeath is the dark wizard who built Azkaban prison.

"So, you created the Dementors, too?"

"When one way doesn't work, you have to change your mindset." Haierbo said with a smile, "Especially after my father's body was completely swallowed by the earth, I realized that if I don't change a way out, I will only be possessed by snakes and rats for the rest of my life. That's not the eternal life I want!"

"I captured those muggles to do some experiments for my immortal life!"

"Those bastards' lives are worthless anyway, not to mention, they should be thanking me because I made them truly immortal! No spell can kill them!"

At this point, Haierbo paused and said, "Except for the two of you, I should say."

After hearing what he said, Cyrus shook his head: "You are so pathetic."

"Pathetic? You are wrong, I should be great!" Hailbo shouted loudly, and the raging waves swirled behind him!

"Who else can stop me?" he asked. "I left the magic of the Horcrux and the secret of my immortality just for today!"

Obviously, the Horcrux spell was a trap from the beginning. Voldemort thought he had discovered the secret of immortality, but he didn't think about why the wizard who invented it disappeared.

No, perhaps he had thought about it, but the answer Voldemort came to was that "one Horcrux is not safe enough". He thought that the accident happened because Hercule did not make enough Horcruxes, but he did not know that the other party was still alive. Not only was he alive, but he also used Voldemort's body as a container to accommodate his dirty and incomplete soul.

Only an incomplete soul can be completely compatible with an incomplete soul, and only Voldemort's body can be the most perfect container for Helmer! "Soon, I will sacrifice both of you. By that time, I will have true eternal life, and even the sands of time will not be able to erode everything I have! "My great power will lead me to rule the entire world!"

Then, his voice softened, as if an elder was admonishing Cyrus: "Playing house with those Muggles? You are amazing, Cyrus. I wouldn't do that if it were me."

In his opinion, the life of a Muggle is not a life, it is worthless and can be used for experiments or as waste. What else can the mice in the laboratory be used for besides experiments?

He looked at Herbert as if he was looking at Voldemort in the mirror. They wore different clothes and looked different, but everything else was amazingly the same! Disgust for Muggles, resistance and fear of death, and the arrogance of claiming to be a god.

They were so similar that Cyrus began to doubt his previous thoughts: "Is it really you who took away Voldemort's body, rather than being resurrected by Voldemort with the help of your soul?"

This was a bit offensive, but Helbo laughed and said, "I am the god of death."

Whether it was Herbo or Voldemort, it didn't matter to him. He never cared about his identity, otherwise he wouldn't have changed his name for such a long time.

The only thing he wants to be is the god of death!

Hailbo was so obsessed with the god of death that Cyrus even doubted whether he had really seen the god of death.

But no matter whether he has seen it or not, the purpose of Cyrus and Grindelwald's trip is to send him to meet the god of death!

After a brief exchange, the battle started again.

And this time, the battle was clearly escalating! Grindelwald unleashed his desperate power. Every time he waved his wand, the spells he cast carried the desperate cries of countless dead lives!

Those faceless monsters seem like puppets without emotions, but don't forget that before they died, before they became Dementors, they were all living souls! This is a world where emotions can affect the strength of magic. The negative emotions accumulated by Grindelwald at this moment are like a huge black hole that absorbs all the bright sides.

He didn't have to do anything, just stand there and he could emit an aura that was colder than the cold.

Every time he raised his arms, he carried the weight of life; every spell he fired was the desperate revenge of those dead Muggles!

The Dementors were baring their fangs and claws behind him. Not long ago, they were still resisting Grindelwald, but now, they were united with Grindelwald! Their arms stretched out, connected together like chains, grabbing towards Herbo, as if they wanted to pull the master who created them back to the abyss of hell!

They turned into smoke, into black mist, and into skeletal wings, becoming ominous creatures hovering in the sky.

And Cyrus attacked Helbo with the power of sky, rain clouds, air currents and lightning.

At this moment, he seemed like a god who controlled wind, electricity, and the weather. The magic power of the Thunderbird was magnified several times in his palm, and even the sky seemed to be held in his palm! He opened his arms, and lightning exploded at his fingertips!

"boom!!!"

Cyrus' lightning spell tore through the endless darkness. In an instant, endless torrential rain fell in this sea area. The swirling air currents sucked up the water in the sea, and the ocean currents reversed and surged towards the clouds in the sky, like the Tower of Babel leading to the realm of gods.

This is no longer a power that a wizard can control. To be honest, what Helbo said is not wrong:

The wizard is a god!

And they are wizards among wizards, gods above gods! —— "Boom."

There were flashes of lightning among the heavy dark clouds.

Harry had just returned to Hogwarts from Godric's Hollow after the Halloween party when a strong wind blew in his face, almost blowing several people down.

The air was very depressing, just like his mood which had not been good at all during this period of time.

Harry even thought of his childhood, when he still lived in the stairwell of the Dursleys' house. Every night, or when there were guests, he had to curl up in there, where he couldn't even stretch his body, and he had to be careful to breathe in order not to hit his head at the bottom of the stairs.

"It's going to rain." Ron stuck his head out and looked outside the corridor. His slightly long red hair hung down. It wasn't wet but looked wet.

"I hope it rains," said Harry.

The climate during this period is very abnormal.

Since Dumbledore's death, the rainy Hogwarts has been sunny most of the time. Even if it rains, only a few drops fall each time, which makes Harry feel a little uncomfortable.

He was looking forward to a good rain so that he could get soaked! "If it rains, I'll take my Firebolt and fly around in the sky!" he said, "I've been thinking about doing this for a long time."

"Then take me with you." Ron risked his life to accompany the gentleman.

He now also has a great flying broom, the eleventh model in the Sideswipe series, which is theoretically newer than Harry's Firebolt. Of course, brooms are like cars, and the later ones are not necessarily better.

Around midnight, the rain finally started.

The raindrops slammed down like bullets, leaving palm-sized marks on the window, and then brushed down like a curtain.

The wind was even more violent than the rain. Through the window and the rain, Harry and Ron saw that the Whomping Willow, which was thicker than two or three men, was almost broken by the wind. All the willow branches were blown up into the sky, twisting back and forth like standing hair.

Ron swallowed and said tentatively, "Why not just forget it?"

"Forget it." Harry also pursed his lips and gave up the idea of ​​seeking death.

Riding on a broom in this weather, I'm afraid Hagrid will find their bodies in the Forbidden Forest tomorrow, eaten by wild beasts. Maybe they will have to use the broom to identify who is who.

In fact, let alone going out, a child in another dormitory just opened the window, and in a second, the window and the child were blown up into the sky.

The next day, Professor McGonagall found him on the tip of the tower and announced that all classes would be suspended for the next few days and no one was allowed to leave the castle.

However, the greenhouse of the Herbology class suffered.

The head of Hufflepuff house has been sighing these days. Fortunately, Hagrid used his size to protect some of the herbs in the rain, otherwise there would be no herbs left in Hogwarts this year.

"But," Hermione sat down by the fire to warm herself.

"How is Cyrus now?"

(End of this chapter)