Chapter 160 Voldemort: This Is Such a Surprise!

The fire shield and the words "I hate goblins" full of boredom and laziness always gave Dumbledore a sweet tingling feeling, as if he was holding a fragrant rose tightly in his palm.

Of course, he remained calm on the surface.

After all, he was the greatest wizard, so he would not be broken by a spell and a line.

The fire shield is not an ordinary spell. It is a spell composed of Fiendfyre and a variety of defensive magic. Among the many spells, few wizards can cast it.

But to be honest, wizards of this age, except for Aurors, are already good talents if they can use armor to protect themselves, not to mention the combination of spells...

The fire shield combines many black magic and advanced defensive spells, which is difficult to cast even for the usual spell masters. And Grindelwald, as the creator of this spell, has never shared the secret recipe of this spell with anyone.

Dumbledore didn't expect that Cyrus could replicate this spell, and it was no less powerful than the original one.

The blue flame suddenly surged like a current swirling in the sea!

The flame continued to spread, like a huge anticyclone, and instantly engulfed the besieging goblins!

The short body moved forward in the flames like a demon, as if it didn't feel any pain at all. They moved forward in the fire, and also turned into dust in the fire!

McGonagall was terrified. Even the lifeless wizard chess would worry about being abandoned, but these goblins...

Dumbledore's face was also serious.

"It seems that as Neophie said, Tom has embarked on a very wrong path."

Dumbledore's words made Cyrus look sideways.

Neophie Fitzgerald was the headmistress who had a debate with him not long ago. Judging from what Dumbledore said, this old man might know more about ancient magic than him. I think it was the headmistress who took the initiative to tell him.

"What do you know, Albus?" Minerva asked hurriedly.

This time, Dumbledore did not hesitate to share his information: "This is the power of pain!"

He said in a deep voice.

Dumbledore often said a famous saying: The greatest magic in the world is "love".

But in fact, this statement is not accurate. For wizards, what is important is not just a certain emotion, but the extreme power brought by an emotion. Just like Lily's love, and the "pain" that is vented at this moment!

In fact, it is not completely accurate to say that it is pain. The power attached to the goblins is more like a combination of negative emotions. To be more specific, it is just like Obscurus!

Then, Dumbledore told the source of this power in detail. These terrible magic powers come from the grief in a person's heart. A witch who masters ancient magic strips this emotion from the hearts of others.

At first, she just wanted to use this method to help more people trapped in the quagmire of pain, but as this power continued to accumulate, those negative emotions also affected the caster himself.

"In the end, she was also controlled by this power and became a slave to it." Dumbledore sighed.

He didn't say these words to others, but specifically to Cyrus. Among all the people present, Cyrus was the only one who could see the echo of ancient magic.

"I hope you can understand that indulging in this power will only make you lose yourself. Even if you plan to use it to help others, it may not have a good result. Pain and joy are inseparable. How can a person who doesn't know what pain is experience real happiness?"

Dumbledore's words are not to praise suffering. Knowing pain is not the same as experiencing pain.

Even if a person is born without worries, they themselves have not lost the ability to perceive pain. It's like there are some sufferings that you haven't experienced, but when you hear others talk about them, you can't help but empathize with them and feel sad for others' misfortunes.

A person who doesn't grieve is destined not to be happy, let alone sympathize with the suffering of others. If a person lives like this, can he really be called alive?

This reminded Dumbledore of the prophecy about the god of death.

"Just like the dead resurrected by the Resurrection Stone, even if they really have a breathing body, they can't be considered truly alive after all."

Dumbledore only hopes that people in this world don't have to experience pain, but they can't lose the ability to feel pain.

Cyrus actually agrees with this.

The magic in the world of "Harry Potter" is different from other systems. There is no such saying as "power has no evil". In this world, black magic is evil, and long-term use of black magic will cause a person's heart to become extremely twisted.

Obviously, Morgana's use of ancient magic is very close to black magic. However, the evil is not the extraction of human emotions itself, but the absorption of these emotions to strengthen one's own power.

The long-term suffering and pain in a person's heart will crush him, not to mention the countless "sorrows" gathered on himself. Even the strongest soul can hardly bear its weight!

Because it is the weight of countless tragic fates and lives.

However——

If one soul is not enough, what about two?

Cyrus's golden eyes flickered.

It is obviously unrealistic for Cyrus to give up the power within his reach. His own soul is different from ordinary people, and he has absorbed Voldemort's soul fragments. Maybe he can withstand these powers?

Voldemort's own soul is even more special. He is a wrong life born from a love potion. He cannot understand what love is, but seems to be born for black magic.

But no matter what, Cyrus would not show his greed at this moment in front of Dumbledore.

"You are quite powerful, but I don't see what they are capable of." Sirius raised his eyebrows, and Dumbledore said for a long time. Aren't those goblins even unable to get close to Cyrus?

The blue flame was almost instantaneous to touch, and the shadow raised by the flame was like the god of death swinging a sickle.

Seeing how powerful Cyrus was, Sirius felt a little more confident about the next rescue operation. After being released from prison for so long, he actually already knows Cyrus's identity, but for a typical Gryffindor, first impression is too important.

He didn't think Cyrus was too bad a person from the beginning, and even now that he learned about Cyrus's connection with Voldemort, he never thought of venting his anger on him.

Especially since Voldemort himself is still alive, no matter what, he will not transfer his hatred to Cyrus.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, felt speechless immediately after hearing what Sirius said.

Whether the goblins are a threat depends on who you are facing. It does not mean that you are invincible after mastering the power of ancient magic. It wouldn't be a big deal if Cyrus had to struggle to deal with a few goblins.

"Okay, let's end the conversation here. The most important thing is to save Harry first."

Cyrus stopped Dumbledore's idea of ​​continuing to preach. He took a step forward, and the fire rose high. The flames separated the two sides like a sea, leaving a wide path.

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"My master, there is something moving outside..." Peter Pettigrew has always been timid, and the slightest noise makes him extremely frightened.

"What else are you afraid of, Pettigrew?"

Voldemort glanced at him contemptuously. If he hadn't had no one available at the moment, he wouldn't have let such a waste stay by his side.

"You think I'm no match for Cyrus? Do you think I'll lose to a fake?"

He sneered, and with a move of his palm like a dry old tree, he immediately took the hot Galleons in Harry's pocket. The Galleons were so hot that they could leave a mark on a person's skin, but he seemed completely unaware of the pain.

"It's a boring little trick. It was given to you by Cyrus, right?" Voldemort crushed it easily.

Of course, there is no point in destroying the fake Galleons at this point. Cyrus has already reached his doorstep. It was impossible for him not to notice the movement outside the door.

"You're dead, Voldemort!" Harry lay on the ground, staring at him hatefully.

At this moment, Harry's forehead was covered with crusted blood, his hair was stuck together, and his glasses were broken. He looked very embarrassed.

"Am I dead?" Voldemort sneered, and suddenly another spell hit Harry.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

Harry felt as if his flesh had been cut with a dull knife. His heart had been ground into powder, but it was still disconnected.

Voldemort looked at Harry's painful appearance and felt extremely happy. As for Cyrus, he didn't take it to heart at all. After following Lanlock's memory to find Rookwood's castle, he found the container of ancient magic here, which was the fairy magic silver that sealed "pain".

After completely absorbing that power, Voldemort clearly felt that the power in his body was even stronger!

Now he feels that Cyrus came at the right time!

He was deceived by the other party in Qiuzhi Pavilion before, and he was not going to just swallow it!

"Just watch, Harry, Cyrus can't save you, and I will kill him!" Voldemort said confidently.

"Who do you want to kill?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, Cyrus's somewhat playful response came from inside the room.

Then, there was a violent roar!

"boom!!!"

The giant blue beast fell from the sky and instantly enveloped the entire castle!

The giant dragon formed by the flames was bigger than the castle. Its huge body hovered over it and moved the castle to the ground in an instant!

Harry was stunned. A second ago, he was in a dilapidated dungeon, but now, he seemed to be in the wilderness. The dark, damp and cold stone walls disappeared, replaced by cold and dazzling sunlight and warm blue flames.

He felt that his limbs were as warm as spring. The blue flames were fierce and violent, but they did not hurt him at all.

If it weren't for the ruins around him, he might have thought he was in another place all of a sudden.

Cyrus directly used the fire shield to attack the city because the damage of the fire shield was selective, and the power of the flames would not harm Harry at all.

Voldemort was also standing in the fire at this moment, but unlike Harry, he released the defensive spell early, thus isolating the flames from his body. Pettigrew hid behind Voldemort, looking at the black shadow swaying in the flames with fear on his face.

"Put away these little tricks, Cyrus, you know it won't help me!" Voldemort said easily.

He does have the capital to say these things.

He could invent a spell like Fire Shield if he wanted to, but it was not necessary for him.

Incorporating the protective spell into it will only weaken the power of the Fiendfyre. Moreover, his family knows their own business. If he really makes a fire shield to protect himself, Dumbledore doesn't even need to assemble the Order of the Phoenix, and the Death Eaters will be burned to ashes by himself...

He doesn't need loyalty, he just needs his own unrivaled strength. As long as he is strong enough, his subordinates will naturally not dare to betray him.

"Are you here to die, Cyrus?" Voldemort looked at the figure in the fire confidently, "You dare to appear in front of me after deceiving me? Or did you mistakenly think that you could fight me when you were in the Knowledge Pavilion?"

"Don't be so distant, Tom." Cyrus walked out of the fire easily, glanced at Harry, and then returned to Voldemort.

"Today is Christmas, I brought you a gift." Cyrus looked up, "I promise you will be surprised!"

This aroused Voldemort's curiosity. He wanted to know what this remnant soul who betrayed him was planning.

"Why, have you figured it out and are going to stand behind me?" Voldemort pretended to be enthusiastic, but in fact, even if Cyrus was really willing to stand on the same front with him, he would never leave his back to someone who had betrayed him.

Cyrus smiled dumbly and did not answer, but another voice had answered for him.

"You are wrong, Tom, the gift he brought is me."

Dumbledore held the old wand in his right hand, looking at Voldemort with a serious expression but not without humor:

"It has only been a short time since we last parted, I didn't expect you to be like this now." Old Dumbledore's eyes turned back and forth between Voldemort's ugly appearance and Cyrus' handsome face for several times, and finally said nothing, just sighed.

Silence is better than words at this time, which makes Voldemort more angry than directly mocking him.

But Voldemort really didn't feel like caring about this.

He widened his blood-red eyes and looked at Cyrus in disbelief.

He thought Cyrus would find this place, and he also thought Dumbledore might find his location, but he never dreamed that Cyrus would bring Dumbledore with him!

What does that mean? Tom and Jerry teamed up?

What the hell is this surprise?

This is really a surprise!

Thanks to Jiumi Zhenlong for the reward, thank you boss!