"How about this Christmas gift? I think you will like it."
Cyrus couldn't help but smile at Voldemort's expression. How could Cyrus not be prepared if this guy wanted to deal with him?
Voldemort was obviously frightened by the two people standing in front of him, but he didn't show any fear on the surface. He pretended to be calm and grinned.
"It's really a surprise. You tricked Dumbledore here so that we can work together to kill him!" said Voldemort.
This was an obvious attempt to sow discord, but because Cyrus' identity was very sensitive, when Voldemort said this, McGonagall and the others looked at Cyrus with fear, and even their wands subconsciously moved a little to this side.
Cyrus naturally noticed this, but he didn't care. Even if these people attacked together, it would only take a mont for Cyrus to deal with them.
When he escaped from Hogwarts, his strength was only about the sa as Snape's, but now, the strength of these Hogwarts's house heads was no longer worth ntioning in his eyes!
"Professor Dumbledore! Mr. Riddle is not in league with Voldemort!"
Harry, who was wrapped in flas, shouted hurriedly. The blue flas burned all the ropes that bound him. He was afraid that Voldemort's words would cause friction between Cyrus and Dumbledore, so he tried his best to remind Dumbledore.
"Shut up Harry! You have no right to speak here!"
This action angered Voldemort, and he suddenly threw a spell at Harry!
The black spell flew out and reached Harry in an instant!
"Harry!"
Sirius shouted anxiously. Voldemort's attack was beyond anyone's expectation. Who would have thought that the other party had captured Harry for so long and did not kill him, but chose to attack him at this mont!
Just as the spell was about to hit Harry, the next mont the blue flas suddenly ford a huge cocoon, wrapping Harry in it!
Boom!!!
Voldemort's spell exploded instantly, causing a large piece of the fire shield to be lost!
And Cyrus clearly noticed that after Voldemort's spell blew up the fire shield, the flas did not spread upwards, as if that area had beco a place that the flas could not reach.
'It seems that Voldemort has developed a spell that can suppress protogo diabolica.'
This wasn't surprising.
In this world, most spells have counter-spells, except for the three Unforgivable Curses. Even if the exact counter-spell isn't known imdiately, a general counter-curse can be used.
The fire shield Grindelwald used in Paris was broken by the "Finite Incantatem."
After shattering the protection in front of Harry with one strike, Voldemort did not continue to attack Harry, as if the previous spell was rely a warning.
"Don't worry, Harry. I believe in Cyrus." Dumbledore looked at Voldemort calmly. "Okay, Tom, hand over Harry. Are you so afraid of the prophecy?"
"You believe him? That's a new thing!" Voldemort's face showed a rare expression of resentnt.
Dumbledore's simple words of comfort to Harry caused more harm to Voldemort than imagined.
You know, since Dumbledore first t Voldemort, he never stopped suspecting Voldemort.
Of course, Dumbledore didn't think Voldemort could cause much trouble at the beginning. He simply didn't believe that Tom Riddle was a good student, even though Tom was so excellent in every aspect and there was nothing wrong with him.
But what Voldemort didn't know was that it was precisely because his performance was too perfect that Dumbledore beca suspicious.
Dumbledore had seen him at his worst. At that ti, Tom was full of resentnt towards the world and arrogance for his superior power. He felt that he was born to dominate others!
Such a person imdiately turned into a humble and polite child after going to Hogwarts.
How could such a drastic change not arouse suspicion?
Not to ntion that Tom's acting skills might not have been that good when he was a child. After the seeds of doubt were planted in Dumbledore's heart, they had been waiting to sprout.
"How surprising! You never believed !"
Although he did not understand what love was, he did not necessarily admire Dumbledore. Of course, from beginning to end, Tom Riddle only admired Dumbledore's unparalleled magical power!
"I tried, Tom."
Voldemort sneered contemptuously, then looked at Cyrus: "What good will it do you to join forces with Dumbledore? You can't kill , and he can't give you anything on his own initiative!"
In his broad palm he held a tiny wand, the tip of which slid in an inviting gesture.
"Co here Cyrus, don't be stupid, you should stand with ! You are ! Together we can kill Dumbledore! Then no one in this world can stop us!"
"You are wrong, Tom." Dumbledore took a step forward. At least at this mont, he really trusted Cyrus without reservation. Because he stepped into the blue fla without hesitation!
He was tall, and every step he took put great pressure on Voldemort, and the flas surrendered under his feet!
"Cyrus is different from you, because he did not choose to follow the sa path as you."
What matters is not what kind of person he is, but what kind of person he chooses to be.
"Let's stop here, Dumbledore. Take Harry back first." Cyrus was tired of the verbal battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort.
The two of them were destined to fail to convince each other, and any verbal battle would only be a waste of ti.
But Harry - he doesn't look so good.
"Take Harry away, Pettigrew!" Voldemort lowered his voice and said to Peter Pettigrew without turning his head.
Pettigrew was stunned. He looked at the aggressive head of houses behind Cyrus and Sirius, who had long wanted to skin him alive. He imdiately wilted, just like Ba Boben in Journey to the West.
"Ah, I?"
"Why, you have any objections? Why don't you stay and deal with Dumbledore and Cyrus?"
Pettigrew's head shrank, and he imdiately said, "I-I will take Harry away, Master!"
He bound Harry with a spell, then grabbed the back of Harry's collar and was about to run out. Seeing this, McGonagall and the others chased after him without hesitation.
Cyrus, Dumbledore and Voldemort did not move. The three of them stood in a corner, waiting for the opportunity to attack.
Voldemort was under great pressure at the mont. It was hard to say whether he could preserve Ranrok's body in a two-on-one situation. As long as Cyrus and Dumbledore did not let him down, he would most likely not be able to keep the goblin's body.
Fortunately, now he knows where the ancient magic power in Ranrok cos from. Losing this body is not a big deal, the key is Harry. If that idiot Pettigrew can't keep Harry, then his road to resurrection will be full of twists and turns.
The three of them confronted each other for a while, and in the distance, in the snow-covered forest, the sound of a spell exploding could be heard!
Dumbledore also took action!
He raised his hand and fired a golden spell. The spell shone with dazzling light, like a golden sun. The huge magic power bent the blue fla and smashed towards Voldemort like a running cannonball!
Voldemort waved his hand violently, and the black air born from "pain" surged, like an endless night swallowing up the "sun" in one glance. Then, the black air turned into several black pythons, rushing towards Cyrus and Dumbledore.
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