Chapter 138: Fighting in the Fire

“I don’t associate with losers.”

“How dare you say I’m a loser?” Voldemort’s voice was sharp, like a pitiful person who screamed after being stabbed in the sore spot. But he quickly calmed down, “I didn’t lose. Don’t just look at the temporary success or failure. Whoever lives longer is the winner.”

“I can guarantee that Dumbledore will die before me. And I will personally deliver death to him. "

He was full of confidence, and this was not just bragging.

In his prime, Voldemort was actually a little behind Dumbledore, who had the Elder Wand, otherwise he would not be so afraid of him. But on the other hand, even Dumbledore, who had the invincible Elder Wand, could not completely defeat him.

For Voldemort, who had the Horcrux, the power he had at that time might not be his end. On this path of magic, he could still go further.

It is said that the young are afraid of the strong, and in fact, wizards are similar. If they are really as old as Nicolas Flamel, even if they have huge magical powers, they are just paper tigers. In a battle of the same level, there is no Threat.

But Cyrus didn't intend to join him.

No matter how strong Voldemort was, it was only a radical force of violence, and everything about him was visible. Not to mention, he himself inherited Voldemort's talent, and was even better. Now that he had the foundation to learn ancient magic, he believed that his future would not be inferior to Voldemort.

But Dumbledore was different. In addition to being strong, what was more terrifying was his unparalleled wisdom. Cyrus didn't want to be arranged by him clearly, otherwise he would die without knowing how.

Seeing that Cyrus didn't answer for a long time, Voldemort also understood what he meant.

He became cold.

"It seems that our conversation will end unpleasantly."

"Obviously."

"I never thought that I was so cowardly when I was in school, and I didn't dare to face Dumbledore? Was I scared by him? "Voldemort sneered, his snake-like eyes staring at Cyrus, who had the face of his youth.

Cyrus felt paralyzed by those eyes, as if a slight electric current was flowing.

He felt the danger.

"Since you don't want to, why don't you give me the secret of ancient magic."

Voldemort took a step forward in the fire, and his powerful momentum made the flames bend like rice fields and wheat fields swept by a strong wind.

He finally tore off his disguise completely, revealing a greedy look. His face at this moment was still human, but it looked more like a python that was about to swallow its prey alive.

"Take it out, Cyrus! Don't wear out my patience!" He shouted in a low voice.

"Ancient magic is right in front of you, but you can't see it." Cyrus whispered, "It's like a Muggle who can't see the power of magic. "

His words stimulated Voldemort.

Voldemort himself was worried about the lowly Muggle blood in his body.

That blood made him feel ashamed, it was his eternal stain, and it was also his most secret secret.

Now Cyrus directly compared him to a Muggle, which made him annoyed.

He stared at Cyrus, wondering if he shouldn't have added so many memories when he made the first Horcrux, or given it too much thinking ability. So that it created a personality that dared to defy him.

A thing that is not controlled by oneself is a threat after all.

He finally made up his mind.

Originally, Voldemort Voldemort really didn't plan to fight with Cyrus, because he didn't know if Cyrus was still a Horcrux after resurrection, and he didn't want to destroy his own Horcrux with his own hands.

But now he has figured it out.

Magic is power!

Voldemort's thoughts went back to the night before Halloween twelve years ago, the ancient magic that defeated him!

With that kind of power, killing Dumbledore is no problem, and losing one or two Horcruxes is nothing. Anyway, he still has so many Horcruxes, so much that even if he loses one, it won't hurt.

What's more, the person in front of him knows too many of his secrets. If he is unwilling to stand with him, On the same side, he should be made to disappear forever!

The blue flames continued to burn, and on the reflection that looked like the water surface, it was like a blooming flower field.

Cyrus did not dare to take his eyes off Voldemort.

He did not intend to provoke him, but then he thought, could he be so timid in the face of a Voldemort who had not yet been resurrected?

A weak Voldemort was indeed a trouble for him, but not a threat.

What broke the tense atmosphere was a bright spell!

Voldemort attacked without warning, and he did not intend to give Cyrus any reaction. Time. He was far less calm in dealing with an enemy that might pose a danger to him than in the duel with Harry in the original book.

The power of this spell was very strong, and the light looked extraordinary. Before the spell exploded, the ground under his feet, which was like the surface of water, was violently rippled.

The flame was bent!

He wanted to catch Cyrus off guard, but he underestimated Cyrus.

The light was reflected in Cyrus's golden pupils.

Voldemort's every move was like a slowed-down silhouette in his eyes. His dynamic vision was very strong, and he reacted immediately when Voldemort raised his wand.

Although this kind of dynamic vision cannot speed up his own speed, it can allow him to detect every move of the enemy during the battle and grasp every detail of the battle.

Just like this moment!

When the magic spell flew towards him, the flames in front of Cyrus suddenly started to stir!

The fire is rising!

The flames spontaneously formed a wall in front of Cyrus, and the powerful spell created a vacuum in the fire shield. The shattered sparks dissipated in front of Cyrus' eyes like blue butterflies.

This is the power of Voldemort, just a single spell has such huge power.

But soon, the surrounding flames spread back and surrounded Cyrus, like a blue flower with petals gathered to protect the stamen in the center.

Voldemort took the initiative to sound the horn of battle, and Cyrus naturally did not intend to kneel down. He raised his wand high, and under his control, blue flames surged up to the dome. In the flames, there was a fire dragon with devil's horns. Rushing towards Voldemort.

But his attack had little effect.

Voldemort used fire to deal with fire. The fire, which was more ferocious than the fire shield, turned into a big snake and fought with the fire dragon.

The flaming monster bites with its fangs and fights with its body.

On the other hand, the real old fire dragon in the secret vault was shivering in the corner at the moment, not daring to move.

The duel between the two became more and more intense, with all kinds of spells flying everywhere. This battle was enough to prove how powerful Voldemort was. To be honest, the magical power in Cyrus's body at this moment is definitely more than that of Voldemort who has not yet been resurrected.

The opponent only controls the body of an ordinary dark wizard, but even so, he can still compete with Cyrus with his superb magical knowledge.

The knowledge that Voldemort learned during the years of traveling after graduating from Hogwarts is immeasurable. Anyone who really regards him as a fool who only knows how to chew big melons would be truly stupid!

The spells he cast at will were extremely powerful.

There are many black magics that Cyrus has never seen before, but they are even more terrifying than the death curse.

The reason the Unforgivable Curses are so famous is not because they are extremely powerful, but because they have no counterspells. In fact, many Dark Curses are more powerful than the Killing Curse.

Cyrus' actual combat experience is far less than that of Voldemort, but fortunately, Fire Shield is both a powerful spear and a solid shield. Most spells cannot penetrate the Fire Shield's defenses. Cyrus felt like he was an artillery bombardment standing in a fortress. He didn't have to worry too much about dodging, he just needed to output with all his strength.

Of course, Voldemort was not stupid either. He quickly realized that the fire released by Cyrus was not an ordinary protective magic.

"Do you think I can't do anything to you like this?" He laughed coldly, twirled his wand slightly, and blocked one of Cyrus's spells with an iron armor spell. Then, his body shook and he threw it out like lightning. A spell!

No!

Not just one!

The magic spell at the front was like a black sun flying out, exploding the flames.

Voldemort's snake eyes reflected Cyrus standing in the flames in the vacuum zone.

He showed a cruel smile, and before the flames gathered together again, several more spells suddenly appeared from the shadow of the previous one! Those dark green black curses struck towards Cyrus like shadows.

They passed through the fire shield and were only a few centimeters away from Cyrus.

Voldemort saw Cyrus' shocked expression through the cracks in the flames that had begun to gather.

next moment--

A violent explosion erupted in the center of the flame!

boom! ! !

The indestructible fire shield was destroyed from the inside, and the shock wave caused by the explosion shattered the layers of flames!

The entire secret vault was filled with blue flame debris, and the sparks swept through every corner of the secret vault like a storm, blasting the gorgeous carved beams and painted buildings with cracks.

Voldemort stood proudly in the fire.

"This is what I'm good at!"

He seemed to be standing in the wilderness, surrounded by blue butterflies. He seemed to be full of life and the breeze was blowing.

Of course, the impact of the explosion was actually scorching, and the blue sparks continued to burn Voldemort's skin. They show no signs of dying out, but instead plan to take root like dandelions.

Where the fire butterfly fell, the flame rose again.

The flames carried such a paralyzing sting that even the fire dragon flinched.

The proud expression on Voldemort's face suddenly disappeared.

Because he saw the figure standing in the flames.

Cyrus looked the same as before, except that his golden eyes seemed brighter. His right hand holding the wand hung down by his side, and his left hand stretched forward, with lightning flashing in his palm, grabbing a dark green thing.

That was one of the dark curses that Voldemort had just fired.