I became Voldemort

Chapter 229: Nothing Compared To Me

Chapter 229: Nothing Compared To Me

A red spell streaked across the hall of the Magical Congress like a shooting star.

It hit the wizard who had pointed his wand at Cyrus squarely in the back!

"Stupefy!"

The sharp, furious voice echoed through the Congress hall, drawing everyone's attention.

O'Brien was equally shocked. He hadn't expected his companion to be knocked out from behind. He spun around hastily, only to see an angry, dark-haired witch striding toward them, her wand raised.

Her chin was lifted, her wand held high above her head like a snake poised to strike after locking onto its prey.

"How dare you!" Bella's eyes were bloodshot with rage.

Those pests dared to raise their wands against her master?

Them?

How could they be so bold as to challenge the dignity of the Dark Lord?

In that moment, she felt herself slipping back into the old, wild Bellatrix.

All she wanted was to sever the heads of these disrespectful fools one by one and hang them at the entrance of the Congress, like house-elf heads.

But she restrained herself.

From the outside, she didn't even acknowledge Cyrus.

"How dare you act violently within the Congress?" Bella snarled, her fury kept just in check, knowing that she couldn't ruin Cyrus' plans by letting her emotions take over. Now was not the time to reveal her true identity.

As Bella approached, she quickly shifted the blame onto O'Brien, preempting any accusation he might have made against her.

This threw O'Brien off guard, robbing him of the opportunity to confront her as he'd intended. The hulking man hesitated for a moment before responding, "I am simply arresting a criminal who lacks a wand permit."

"Excuse me," Bella retorted sharply, her eyes fixed on him, pressing the issue. "I believe one of the reasons Mr. Cyrus is here at the Magical Congress is to obtain said permit. Perhaps this is just a pretense, and your real intent is to deliberately cause trouble, isn't it?"

"This matter has nothing to do with you," O'Brien shot back, showing no sign of backing down.

His status was undeniable.

Even within the Congress, O'Brien held a high position as one of the Twelve Aurors, a founding member of the Magical Congress—one of its founding heroes! Bella, while a significant figure within the Congress herself, could not rival O'Brien's level of prestige.

"Step aside!" O'Brien commanded.

Bella seemed poised to argue further, but Cyrus gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Thank you for your assistance, my lovely lady, but allow me to handle this myself," Cyrus said, not revealing Bella's true identity.

"Y-Yes.."

He stepped forward to face O'Brien, looking at him as if he were merely a giant ant. Even the questions Cyrus posed were filled with such disdain, it was as if he had never regarded O'Brien as someone worthy of his attention.

"So? Who are you?"

"He's O'Brien! Haven't you figured it out after hearing the name? Someone like you—mmph—"

The answer to Cyrus's question didn't come from O'Brien himself, but from one of the wizards behind him.

However, before he could finish his sentence, his mouth snapped shut as if glued together, silenced.

Cyrus didn't even glance in the wizard's direction, merely saying, with a hint of annoyance, "Ah~ I wasn't talking to you, sir. You're being rather impolite."

He hadn't forgotten how Cyrus had silently and effortlessly cast a curse right in front of him. Alone, O'Brien wasn't confident he could win.

He raised his wand high, pointing it towards the dome-shaped ceiling, drawing the attention of everyone around.

"Everyone!" O'Brien's eyes were bloodshot. "This man has shown contempt for the Congress and attacked an Auror within its halls. Let's take him down together!"

As he shouted, his raised wand dropped, and the tip emitted a blazing red light.

The Aurors who had accompanied him followed suit, raising their wands in unison.

At the same time, several individuals stepped forward from the crowd.

Some were motivated by a desire to curry favor with the O'Brien family, while others had long harbored resentment towards Cyrus for assuming the position of Ilvermorny's headmaster.

With O'Brien leading the charge, their frustrations manifested as tangible action, each of them raising their glowing wands.

Katherine and Graves were clearly panicking.

Katherine, in particular, tried to pull Cyrus away from the scene, but Bellatrix, confident in Cyrus's abilities, simply scoffed.

She gave a disdainful laugh and grabbed Katherine and Graves, pulling them away from Cyrus.

She believed without a doubt that her Master could handle the situation on his own.

"What are you doing? He'll be killed!"

Katherine looked on in horror as dozens of spells gathered at the tips of wands, their lights gleaming like stars.

But Cyrus remained where he stood, doing nothing.

If he were to be hit by dozens of spells all at once, even if they were just Stunning Spells, the combined shockwave would be enough to put anyone in serious danger!

"Shut up and just watch!" Bellatrix barked.

The next moment, her voice was drowned out by the sound of spells being cast.

""""Stupefy!""""

Dozens of voices overlapped, like a massive tidal wave.

Boom!

Cyrus's figure disappeared in the red light.

Katherine and Graves could hardly keep their eyes open, the intense light piercing their pupils and momentarily blinding everyone in the hall.

The magical Congress chamber fell into a sudden, eerie silence.

"Is he... dead?"

After what seemed like an eternity, Katherine finally dared to open her eyes.

In front of her, a tall figure remained standing.

"Heh~" Cyrus casually brushed off his sleeve and sneered, "Is that it?"

"A mere grain of sand—nothing compared to me."

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