Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

Marcus was writhing on the ground in pain.

"I hope you'll learn your lesson and show me more respect next time." Cyrus no longer looked at Marcus and settled into a comfortable position on the sofa.

"Also, I won't be participating in Quidditch training, but I'll be there for the matches."

Participating in Quidditch training is really unnecessary, since the Quidditch tournament this semester will be canceled because of him anyway, but he does plan to participate in the tournament. Although he has no interest in Quidditch, if he doesn't participate, wouldn't Draco be kicked out of the team?

He didn't want to upset his "close friend".

Not long after, Snape arrived with a grim expression.

As soon as he entered, he saw Marcus Flint rolling on the floor, while the other young wizards circled around the culprit sitting on the sofa in terror.

It's Marcus Flint again?

First he was hung from the ceiling by a first-year student, and now he's being beaten to a pulp by Malfoy.

However, Snape knew very well that although Marcus's grades weren't great, it was impossible to call him a complete waste.

Ginny Weasley beat him because she "had something wrong with her." But how could Draco Malfoy possibly have beaten him like that?

Draco Malfoy knew his capabilities; ever since the boy entered Hogwarts, Snape had taken great care of him, all to repay the kindness Lucius had shown him years ago.

Therefore, Draco knew his own limitations better than anyone else.

He's at best on par with Potter, or even a little worse, yet he managed to defeat Flint?

He glanced down at the disheveled Marcus, and seeing that the man was alright, immediately called two classmates to take him to the school clinic. Only then did he turn to question Cyrus.

"What exactly happened, Malfoy?"

“Nothing?” Cyrus shrugged, looking directly into Snape’s eyes. “This morning I was sitting on the sofa when Flint came over and told me to go to training. I told him not to point fingers at me, and he threatened to cover my face with pockmarks and make my teeth as big as Miss Granger’s.”

“He threatened me first, Professor! That’s why I retaliated in the same way. With the ‘Expelliarmus’ weapon that you taught us in the Duel Club last time.”

"You learned it?" Snape's tone rarely carried a hint of surprise. He had only demonstrated the Disarming Charm once, and he hadn't expected that someone would actually learn it.

Cyrus nodded. He didn't boast about his ability to cast spells without a staff.

“Next time something like this happens, come straight to me!” He clearly knew Cyrus wasn’t lying. “I promised your father I’d take care of you, but don’t cause me any trouble.”

Upon hearing this, Cyrus immediately nodded obediently.

Chapter 53 Scorching Hell

"Failed again."

Cyrus watched as the potion in the crucible gradually turned from bright red to black, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

He had lost count of how many times he had failed to refine a magic stone. This didn't even include the number of failures he had simulated in his memory.

I have strictly followed Nico's notes and the twenty-two processes summarized from other people's experiences, but the result is still failure.

What secrets does the Book of Abraham still hold? What unknown variables existed when Nicolas Flamel forged the Philosopher's Stone? And what is this so-called essence?

He felt a multitude of mysteries surfacing in his mind, one after another. His head felt like it was about to explode!

Cyrus knew that even if he continued to think about it, he probably wouldn't get an answer and would only be wasting his time. So he immediately waved his hand, causing everything in the House of Wish-Fulfilling to disappear.

Since there's no progress in alchemy for now, let's practice some magic spells first.

He took out forbidden books such as "The Book of the Red Dragon," "The Book of Solomon," "The Book of Rozier," and "The Complete Book of Dark Magic."

The term "forbidden book" refers to both the powerful and terrifying magic it contains and its obscure and difficult-to-understand nature. Fortunately, Cyrus's talent in this area far surpasses his talent in alchemy.

The Book of the Red Dragon records a method for resurrecting the dead, but after Cyrus analyzed it, he found that it was actually just a means of creating undead corpses, and the dead who were "resurrected" could not be considered truly resurrected.

The method of creating an Infernal was something Voldemort already knew from his memories. Although the method recorded in the Book of the Red Dragon was different, and perhaps even faster, Cyrus simply disliked the necromancer's approach.

Moreover, the Yin Corpse doesn't actually have much combat power; it's good as cannon fodder, but it's completely defenseless against a large fire.

Unfortunately, most of the world's most powerful wizards are skilled in fire magic. For example, Dumbledore's ancient fairy fire and the fire god's path, Grindelwald's blue flame gas stove, and even Voldemort, from an earlier version, was a master of Fiendfyre.

Cyrus actually wanted to create his own flame, and coincidentally, the Book of the Red Dragon recorded the demonic flames of the red dragon and the icy flames of the white dragon.

He planned to combine several types of magic with Fiendfire, and a type of hellfire mentioned in the Book of Solomon also greatly intrigued him.

"Protective spells, defensive spells, apparition spells, and enemy-capturing spells can be added to the flames..."

Grindelwald's Fire Shield incorporates many spells; while its actual power isn't as terrifying as Fiendfire, its applicability is far greater. The destruction of Paris is merely a side effect; identifying his true followers is far more important.

However, Cyrus said he wanted both the power and the effectiveness!

And it will be even better!

Inventing new magic was an interesting thing for Cyrus, although failure was inevitable. However, such failures were not true failures; at most, the magic he invented did not meet his expectations.

"It's not failure, it's just the road to success."

It's like when he tried to replicate Grindelwald's fire shield, he found that the hardest part wasn't adding those defensive spells to the flames, but rather figuring out how to make them distinguish friend from foe and only attack those who weren't loyal to him.

This complex magic is like a program, starting with "if" statements before branching out. The "instructions" given to the flames, after identifying their target through the "if" condition, will exhibit different characteristics:

Burn everything against the enemy; protect the believers; defend against all attacks.

Now, Cyrus understands why the Fire Shield is less powerful than Fiendfire.

The magic of this world is closely related to the emotions of wizards.

Fiendfire is the most ferocious of all fire magic; it serves no purpose other than burning, destroying, and relentlessly spreading to consume everything. It is this absolute destructive power and unwavering determination to annihilate everything that makes Fiendfire so formidable!

Fire Shield, however, is not such magic. It is controlled; the protective power inherent in the magic forces the caster's mind to be at peace rather than driven to madness. A balance must be struck between these two different emotions.

Therefore, the power of the fire shield could not possibly compare to that of the Fiery Blaze.

However, if Cyrus had to choose, he would lean more towards the Fire Shield. It wasn't just because it looked cool; while the two spells differed in power, both were sufficient for simply destroying something.

Bullets can accurately kill the enemy and leave hostages; there is no need to take nuclear weapons and perish together with the enemy.

Inside the Room of Requirement, Cyrus held Flint's wand and slowly circled it like an elegant musician. Fiery blue flames ignited around him, like an outward-spreading anti-cyclone that gradually filled the entire interior of the Room of Requirement!

As he walked through the flames, he felt neither the heat nor the danger; instead, he felt as if he were strolling through a verdant field.

"Fire Shield Protection!"

The flickering flames resembled clusters of pale blue bellflowers swaying in the wind.

Despite replicating Grindelwald's signature move, Cyrus wasn't entirely satisfied. He added many more Transfiguration Charms to the flames, and one after another, ghostly blue demons immediately revived from the hell of the Bellflower.

Next, he added two types of dragonfire from the Book of Red Dragons and the Hellfire and Fire Orb from the Book of Solomon to the flames.

The color of the flames changed immediately.

The once beautiful blue flames now looked as if they had been stained with blood, turning into the color of death.

The bellflowers looked withered and dead.

Blood-red datura blossoms bloom on its corpse, paving a path of fire.

A completely new kind of fire magic was born in his hands.

Numerous dark spells and demonic fires enhanced the power of the flames, compensating for the lack of power in the fire shield.

Of course, this "insufficiency" can only be said to be relative. After all, it was a powerful curse that was enough to destroy Paris, so how could it really be "insufficient in power"?

"What if the spell for creating undead is also incorporated into it?" Cyrus suddenly thought.

Although he looked down on the undead, how would it shake the enemy's resolve if they saw their companion, who had been engulfed in flames, rise from the flames once again?

Cyrus immediately opened the Book of the Red Dragon and incorporated the spell for creating an undead into it.

In an instant, the terrifying incantation finally took shape.

Even Cyrus himself was terrified by the evil of this curse.

First, eliminate the enemy, then use their corpses to fight their former comrades—such cruel magic would probably make even Voldemort himself a huge fan of Cyrus. Even Satan would have to offer him a cigarette.

Cyrus suddenly felt a resistance to the magic, or perhaps it was a resistance to the evil hidden within his own heart.

However, now that the spell has been invented, even if we don't plan to use it in the future, we should at least give it a name.

"I remember that Yamamoto Genryusai Shigekuni's Zanpakuto in Bleach seems to have a similar ability."

The Bankai form, Zanka Tachi Minami: Kaka Ten Trillion Deaths Great Burial Formation, is a technique that summons back the corpses of the dead. However, the name sounds a bit too awkward, so Cyrus plans to call it:

"A scorching hell."

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Chapter 54 The Fourth Attack and the Overt Conspiracy

Dumbledore rushed to the school hospital without even having time to tidy his beard.

A few minutes earlier, he had met Professor McGonagall's patron saint, a silver tabby cat.

"Minerva, Felius, how are they?"

From afar, he saw McGonagall, her face full of worry, and Flitwick, equally anxious, standing in the doorway. Flitwick was only about half the height of McGonagall. Lockhart was also there, unable to look away from the spotlight for even a second.

“Just like before, he’s petrified.” When McGonagall saw Dumbledore approaching, she immediately felt like she had found her pillar of support.

The victim was Penelope Crival, a Ravenclaw student and an excellent student. She was also a Ravenclaw prefect.

“Percy Weasley found her this morning in an empty classroom on the fourth floor,” McGonagall said.