Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Voldemort held Cyrus' shoulders.

He was tall, almost a head taller than Harry, and although he was thin, he looked much healthier than the skinny Harry.

At this moment, his sudden appearance made Ron and the twins a little unable to react. Their minds went blank. They should have felt fear at this time, but they had forgotten what fear was.

While Ron was bearing the impact of the spell just now, he turned around sharply. He lost his footing and rolled to the side. But even so, he did not forget to save Harry.

The cursed bullet hit Voldemort directly in the cheek.

This of course doesn't work.

Magic bullets are different from real magic spells. They are the product of alchemy after all. The wizard's spells and mana can almost be said to be the power of gods. They can do whatever they want and are omnipotent!

With just one thought, Voldemort turned the bullet into a blooming flower. It withered piece by piece as it flew, and when it landed on Voldemort's face, there was only a little lingering fragrance left.

"Let Harry go!"

"Touching friendship, what do you think, Harry?" Voldemort said approvingly, but every word he said was full of sarcasm.

He waved his hand gently, and Ron and the twins seemed to be imprisoned by something invisible. Their bodies floated and hit the wall of the distant yard.

In reality, Voldemort simply cast a permanent sticking spell that stuck the three of them to the wall.

This spell has no lethality, but it is not that easy to break. Sirius has the most say on this point. If there was any way he could take down that annoying portrait of his mother from the house at Grimmauld Place, he would be happy to do so.

"Let me go, Voldemort!" Cyrus pretended to struggle, trying to break free from Voldemort's hands.

Of course, he didn't dare to use real force, otherwise a fire dragon wouldn't be able to withstand Cyrus's torment.

But even so, he found something was wrong. Voldemort was much stronger than before.

'Perhaps he's conducting some magical experiments again? '

At this time, members of the Order of the Phoenix who were fighting in the house also discovered Voldemort.

"Harry!" Sirius howled, all of them were desperately trying to break out, but their enemies were not so willing to let them go.

There were too many Death Eaters.

Moody slammed his wand, which was integrated with the crutch, onto the ground. The shock wave formed by the spell was like a wave of water, knocking back several Death Eaters.

Little Barty blocked the attack, and just as he was about to fight back, a black shadow pounced towards him!

——That's a crazy werewolf!

It's Lupine!

He didn't drink the medicine today, or maybe there's something wrong with the potion itself——

Snape used the flying spell taught to him by the Dark Lord to avoid the sharp claws, but the monster bit everyone without distinguishing between friend and foe!

He is a lion rushing into the sheep, and no one can resist him!

All spells cannot penetrate the skin of the wolf-turned-Lupin. He does not look strong, in fact, it can be described as thin, but his powerful magic resistance makes him invincible!

Lupine howled in the night. Every time he jumped, he overturned the bodies of several Death Eaters. Every time he landed, they were shattered to pieces!

Although he could not tell the difference between friend and foe, the huge number of Death Eaters made him ignore the people of the Order of the Phoenix.

Moody thought of a way. His throat was hoarse, but he still shouted:

"Follow!"

Everyone ran out following the path Lupine made through his rampage. This ferocious monster had lost its consciousness, but it was still possible to tell who was the greatest threat here——

He rushed towards Voldemort!

"boom!"

There was a loud bang, so fast that Lupine, who was only a shadow, was hit on his face as if he had been hit hard.

Voldemort just turned his palms, and it was as if a mountain was pressing on him, and even the ground sank a few centimeters.

"How dare a lowly beast like you stand in front of me?" he said coldly, looking at Lupine lying on the ground as if he was looking at a dirty bedbug.

Then, he looked at Sirius and others who had broken out, as well as the Death Eaters who were pursuing them.

He stretched out his hand slightly to signal the Death Eaters to stop, but the members of the Order of the Phoenix were not safe.

"Mysterious man, let Harry go!" Sirius yelled. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that Harry would be injured in the hands of Voldemort.

In response, Voldemort didn't even bother to look at him.

"Do you think that what I just said was said to that dirty werewolf bastard alone?" His voice was extremely cold and filled with anger like fire!

"Your Majesty!"

The moment Voldemort opened his mouth, Moody and the others immediately felt a powerful force pressing on their bodies, threatening to break their spines!

Voldemort liked to watch his enemies bow before his eyes.

And this devil's unparalleled magic power is enough to make him omnipotent!

He only needs one thought to make these elite wizards lie down like ants in front of him.

Since these pathetic weaklings have no power, it is time to put themselves in their rightful place.

Sellers is still struggling.

At this moment, Voldemort just grabbed his shoulder with one hand, but it felt like it was welded to metal.

By now, Cyrus was certain that Voldemort must have performed some magical experiments on himself.

Not having a powerful body is a huge gap between Voldemort and Cyrus. It is understandable for a proud and arrogant person like him not to allow anyone to do better than him.

Relying on his current immortal body, Voldemort may not have to take into account as many things as before when conducting magic experiments.

He becomes stronger again!

Cyrus thought to himself.

Voldemort didn't know what Cyrus was thinking. He was proud of his success, and he was complacent, but he was also full of reason. He knew that Dumbledore would never let him achieve his goal so easily.

If the old guy had known for a long time that he was here to attack Harry, how could he not show up himself?

"Come out, Dumbledore."

Voldemort sneered.

Privet Drive at night is as quiet as death——

This place seemed to have become a natural battlefield. Such a huge movement was no less than a terrorist attack, and the entire street was almost blown up. But the surrounding residents showed no reaction.

In fact, they had already left.

Dumbledore had already been prepared.

And Voldemort saw through it all——

A spark suddenly appeared in the darkness, and then the flame bloomed like a broken iron flower——

Snapped!

Dumbledore's white robe still had flaming tails on it, and he walked out of nothingness.

"Let Harry go, Voldemort."