The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Cyrus' soul was pure, every fist that was swung on Voldemort's face was heavy, and the pain it felt was real.

Yes, Voldemort cannot be killed because of the protection of Harry Potter's bloodline magic and the special nature of the Horcrux.

But that doesn't mean it won't get hurt...

The duel between magic and magic had already caused half of Hogsmeade village to fall apart early. Hermione had to disperse her energy to prevent the impact of magic and force from sweeping through the rest of the people.

"You're just like that teacher of yours...stupid, what's his name...Querry... Nas..."

"It doesn't matter whether he's stupid or not, it's important without you." Cyrus whipped it with Gublay fairy fire, and angrily tried his best to cause harm to Voldemort.

The pain again and again, in Voldemort's view, became a symbol of humiliation.

Voldemort, who was once hailed as the hope of revived pure blood, is now trapped here by two mudbloods, Fiendfire and Gubley's fairy fire alternately roasting it... one front and one back.

Voldemort was enraged, and rationality was easily swept away by anger and ego.

In its view, black magic is omnipotent, and its research far exceeds that of others, and it even stole Dumbledore's bragging, but just as Voldemort was about to fly, Hermione suppressed it with the force of the force.

"I'll kill Dumbledore...then the rest, and finally Malfoy's traitors!"

"madman...."

Cyrus flicked his wand in a certain direction, and the space seemed to be broken, and then he used the alder wand in his hand to counteract the black magic that unicorn feathers hated.

"How much longer can you hold on?" Voldemort seemed to pity him.

Its curse almost exhausted Cyrus' magic power... from morning to midnight... until now, but even so, Cyrus just stopped it indifferently.

Hermione's hate-laden lightning chains cracked everything around her, but Voldemort just screamed.

"Hey...Interesting, emotional magic similar to the Unforgivable Curse?" It looked at its smoky body and felt the trembling of its soul, but this made Voldemort even more excited.

"Sure enough, Dumbledore is a liar...hehehe~"

"What is forbidden to delve into these things, look at you, he just hopes that people who can master this power can be controlled... Granger... right? I can give you pure blood identity!"

Voldemort was also cursing Dumbledore in a raving voice as he fell into battle.

It was still thinking about pulling Hermione Granger over? !

"I'm a Mudblood, and I can't afford this status..." Hermione laughed.

"I understand...it's Malfoy, right? I can understand your feelings very well...Because you are hostile to pure blood, you chose the Muggle side, it doesn't matter, I can make you a new pure blood!! "

"Think about it, a brand new family... the Granger family!"

At this point, I don't know how much of this is true and how much of it is false.

This is a life and death battle, is Voldemort naive?Wanting Cyrus and Hermione to get cold feet?

"you're scared"

"Me? Afraid?" Voldemort let out a maniacal laugh, and finally gasped, "I just do it out of respect for magic...In this world, only absolute strength can convince people."

"Even if we destroy those Horcruxes of yours?" Cyrus thrust out the wand held in his right hand, while his left hand was tucked in his waist, aiming at Voldemort as well.

"It doesn't matter, it's gone... just do it again," said Voldemort, "believe in magic that is above everything, beyond other universes...Malfoy? You can kill whatever you want"

What could answer it was only Hermione's Cruciatus Curse.

Is it true?

If the descendants of the pure-blood family hadn't fallen into false peace, knew how to look at others, and didn't have Hermione, who was called "Mudblood" emphatically, would they still tear it up?

"Aren't you a half-breed, pretending to be a noble..." Cyrus sneered, and then said to Hermione, "Protect my body"

As soon as the reason fell, Cyrus' astral body... that is, the soul, came out of his body. The perfect, natural, and smooth movements made Voldemort on the opposite side stunned for a while.

What is this scenario? !

Voldemort thought his magic had worked, and was still wondering what kind of magic it was.

"Are you crazy?! If the soul is touched, you will die!" Hermione held his body in her arms.

It didn't look like a dead body at all, Cyrus in his arms seemed to be asleep, breathing naturally, smiling, warm and soft.

At this moment, Cyrus is so vulnerable.

"Everything is ready" but he just kept calm and said.

The pure soul was so bright in the night before it, even more shocking than the light from the Patronus. Cyrus faced Voldemort with a new attitude that hit the soul directly.

The heartbeat ah, it surged up strangely.

Voldemort is indeed unkillable, but there is still the last hope, and that "last hope" is its own choice.

Those black magics passed through Cyrus' soul. When he went straight up, he didn't even blink his eyes. It seemed that he had done it countless times. Hermione held his body tightly with one hand and watched Voldemort's magic.

Hermione didn't dare to relax for a second, as long as those black magic that could hurt the soul appeared, she would solve it immediately.

Cyrus had already flown in front of it, and a straight punch defeated Voldemort's last trick. It thought that Cyrus would pass through its body like a ghost, but it didn't expect...

It let out a scream, and black mist spewed from its body.

Broken soul fragments are like howling trapped in the flesh, unable to be as free as Cyrus, but this is the eternal life Voldemort pursues.

"Damn it...it can't be done, it can't be done!!"

Voldemort held his nose and burned Cyrus with Fiendflame, but Hermione picked up the wand and turned Fiendfire into a dragon, and Smaug in the distance could see this blue dragon.

Ah... To be precise, it should be Li Huolong.

"It is impossible for the soul to cause ..."

"Are you worthy of living?" Cyrus quickly turned to the other side, avoiding Voldemort's attack, and at the same time kicked it fiercely in the waist, "Half-dead thing"

"I'm a wizard that even death can't catch!" Voldemort staggered, feeling even more annoyed.

It should surpass Dumbledore, surpass the most powerful dark wizard ever....

Cyrus' attack wasn't fatal, but to Voldemort, it wasn't as bad as fatal, at least it wouldn't seem so insulting...a wizard, but running around like a Muggle.

The Killing Curse is getting more brutal every time... Accurate...

Its face was filled with cruel hatred, and it attacked the two of them right and left.

But this time, Cyrus didn't choose to dodge, as if he had prepared in advance, waiting for Voldemort to lose his ability to think in anger, and then go... to die?

No, of course not....

"Harry"

Snape in the distance could only mutter this.