A/N: Voldy's fla color= Yellow/red
Cyrus' fla color= Blue
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"And I don't hang out with failures."
"How dare you call a failure!?"
Voldemort's voice was sharp, like a pitiful person who scread after being stabbed in the sore spot.
But he quickly cald down, "I didn't fail. Don't just look at the temporary success or failure. Whoever lives longer is the winner."
"I can guarantee that Dumbledore will die before . And I will personally send death to him."
He was full of confidence, and this was not just bragging.
In his heyday, 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 if Dumbledore had the invincible Elder Wand, he could not completely defeat him.
And for Voldemort who had the Horcrux, the power he had at that ti might not be his end. On this path of magic, he still had the possibility of going further.
It is said that the weak are afraid of the strong, and in fact, wizards are almost the sa.
If they are really as old as Nicolas Flal, even if they have huge magical powers, they are just paper tigers. There is no threat at all in a battle of the sa level.
But Cyrus did not 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 ntion, he himself inherited Voldemort's talent, and was even better.
Now he had the foundation to learn ancient magic, and 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 that he had unparalleled wisdom.
First of all, Cyrus wanted prosperity and to live life in enjoynt. If Dumbledore, who is holding the British Wizarding world together, dies, there goes his enjoynt filled life as the world is full of corruptness. Dumbledore is managing the good side so Cyrus doesn't want that hassle.
Second, Cyrus did not want to be an enemy of him clearly, otherwise, he would not know how he died.
Seeing that Cyrus did not answer for a long ti, Voldemort also understood what he ant.
He beca cold.
"It seems that our conversation will end unpleasantly."
"Isn't that obvious?"
"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, and his snake-like eyes stared 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 danger.
"Since you don't want to, why don't you give the secret of ancient magic?"
Voldemort took a step forward in the fire.
His powerful montum made the flas bend like rice fields and wheat fields swept by the wind.
He finally tore off his disguise and showed a greedy look. His face was still human at this mont, but he 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.
"The ancient magic is right in front of you, but you can't see it." Cyrus whispered, "Just like a Muggle who can't see the power of magic."
His words stimulated Voldemort.
Voldemort himself was worried about the lowly Muggle bloodline in his body.
That bloodline made him feel ashad, it was his eternal stain, and it was also his most hurting 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 mories when he made the first Horcrux, or given it too many abilities to think. As a result, he created a personality that dared to defy him.
Sothing that is not under his control is a threat after all.
He finally made up his mind.
Originally, Voldemort did not intend to fight with Cyrus, because he did not know whether Cyrus was still a Horcrux after his resurrection, and he did not want to destroy his 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 will be no problem, and losing one or two Horcruxes is nothing.
Anyway, he still has so many Horcruxes, so much that even if one is lost, it will not be a big deal.
What's more, the person in front of him knows too many of his secrets.
If he is unwilling to stand on the sa side with him, he should be made to disappear forever!
The dark blue flas continued to burn, and on the reflection that looked like the surface of the water, it was like a blooming flower field.
Cyrus did not dare to look away from Voldemort.
He had not intended to provoke the other party, but then he thought, could he be so timid in the face of a Voldemort who had not yet 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 any warning, and he did not intend to give Cyrus any ti to react.
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 shaken violently.
The fla was shot toward Cyrus!
He wanted to catch Cyrus off guard, but he underestimated Cyrus.
Cyrus's golden pupils reflected the light.
Voldemort's every move was like a slowed-down silhouette in his eyes.
His dynamic vision was very strong, and he reacted imdiately when Voldemort had just raised his wand.
Although this dynamic vision couldn't increase his own speed, it enabled him to perceive every move of his enemy in battle, capturing every detail.
Just like now!
As the spell of Voldemort shot towards him, Cyrus' blue flas in front of Cyrus suddenly surged!
The blue flas rose high!
The blue fire instinctively ford a wall in front of Cyrus. The powerful spell of Voldemort blasted a vacuum in the blue fire wall.
The shattered sparks dissipated like ghostly blue butterflies before Cyrus's eyes.
'Hmm.. So this is the power of Voldemort. Just a random spell has such great power.'
The flas around him spread back again, surrounding Cyrus, like a blue flower with petals folded to protect the pistil in the center.
Voldemort took the initiative to sound the battle horn, and Cyrus naturally did not intend to kneel. "Altro Protego Diabolica!" He raised his wand high, and the blue flas under his control surged up to the do. In the flas, the blue fire dragon with devil horns rushed towards Voldemort.
But his attack did not have much effect.
Voldemort used fire to fight fire. The fiend fire, which was more ferocious than the fire of Protego Diabolica, turned into a big snake and entangled with the blue fire dragon.
The snake made of fire bit the neck of the dragon with its fangs and wrapped the dragon's body by its long tail.
The duel between the two beca more and more intense, and all kinds of spells flew everywhere.
This battle was enough to prove how strong Voldemort was.
To be honest, the magic power in Cyrus's body at this mont was definitely greater than that of Voldemort who had not yet been resurrected.
The opponent was only controlling the body of an ordinary dark wizard, but even so, he could fight Cyrus on equal terms with his superb magic knowledge.
The knowledge Voldemort had learned during his years of traveling after graduating from Hogwarts was imasurable.
Anyone who really regarded him as a fool who could only eat big lons would be truly stupid!
The spells he casually cast were extrely powerful.
Many of those dark magics were things Cyrus had never seen before, but their horror was even greater than that of the Killing Curse.
The reason why the Unforgivable Curses were so famous was not because they were extrely powerful, but because they had no counter-curse. In fact, many dark spells were more powerful than the Killing Curse.
Cyrus's actual combat experience was far less than Voldemort's, but fortunately, the fire shield was both a powerful attack and a solid defense.
Most spells could not penetrate the defense of the Protego Diabolica. Cyrus felt like an artilleryman bombarding in a fortress, without having to worry too much about dodging, and only needed to output with all his strength.
Of course, Voldemort was not stupid either. He soon realized that the fire released by Cyrus was not an ordinary protective magic.
"Do you think this will make you untouchable?" he sneered coldly, his wand twisting slightly. He deflected one of Cyrus's spells with a Shield Charm, then his body jolted as he flung out a spell like lightning!
No!
Not just one spell!
The foremost spell shot out like a black sun, dispersing the flas.
In Voldemort's snake-like eyes, he saw Cyrus standing in the center of the flas through the vacuum created by the spell.
He smiled cruelly, and before the flas could regroup, several more spells burst from the shadow of the previous one! The dark green spells flew towards Cyrus like shadows.
They passed through the blue fire shield of Cyrus, coming within milliters of Cyrus.
Voldemort saw the look of astonishnt on Cyrus's face through the narrowing gaps in the regrouping flas.
The next mont—
A violent explosion erupted in the center of the flas!
Boom! ! !
The indestructible Protego Diabolica was destroyed from the inside, and the shock wave caused by the explosion shattered the layers of flas!
The entire secret vault was filled with fla debris, and the sparks swept to every corner of the secret vault like a storm, blowing cracks into the luxuriously carved beams and painted buildings.
Voldemort stood proudly in the fire.
"This is my skill!"
He seed to be standing in the wilderness, surrounded by a group of blue butterflies, and he looked full of life and a gentle breeze.
Of course, in fact, the impact of the explosion was scorching, and the blue sparks continued to burn Voldemort's skin.
They showed no signs of extinguishing, but instead planned to take root like dandelions.
Where the fire butterflies fell, the flas rose again.
The flas were so numbing that even the surroundings were lting.
The smug expression on Voldemort's face suddenly disappeared.
Because he saw the figure standing in the flas.
Cyrus looked no different from before, only his golden eyes seed to have beco brighter.
His right hand holding the wand hung at his side, and his left hand stretched forward, with lightning flashing in his palm, holding a dark green object.
And what he was holding was... one of the dark spells Voldemort had just cast....
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