Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Not only Ginny, but Hermione and her two pendants also saw Cyrus. New 𝗑.𝖼𝗈𝗆

All four of them had their mouths open, with shock written all over their faces. In contrast, Grindelwald and Durmstrang's ghost ship, which appeared first, became the backdrop.

The fire dragons lowered their arrogant heads in submission before their king.

Cyrus jumped down from the carriage. The flames seemed huge and the blooming flowers enveloped him.

Behind him, Bella in a dress followed closely, raising her head proudly, like a black swan. On Cyrus's left hand side, a patterned python with green scales followed him like a shadow - it was Nagini.

Nagini was swimming in the flames, and the flames seemed to be unable to harm her skin. Her bulging eyes glanced around the students, as if showing a nostalgic look, and her slender nose opened like a crack. , and quickly closed it, quietly coiling around Cyrus' feet.

Behind them, ten warrior candidates jumped out of the carriage one after another. They were all walking in the fire, raising their heads and holding their breath, bearing the gaze of the students at Hogwarts.

Ginny wanted to rush out of the crowd and run to Cyrus, but Hermione reached out and grabbed her.

"You're crazy, Professor McGonagall will kill us!" Hermione, who had always followed the rules, naturally would not let Ginny break the rules in front of her. She immediately reassured, "Wait a minute, the competition will last for a whole school year. We’ll have plenty of time after that.”

Then Ginny settled down.

But opposite to Ginny were Harry and Ron. They both smiled happily and enthusiastically after seeing Cyrus, but soon, their eyes were attracted by another person.

——Draco Malfoy.

The coquettish ferret noticed the gazes of Harry and Ron, and immediately raised his chin without concealment, and raised the corners of his mouth to one side, grinning almost to the base of his ears.

"He's such a stinker!" Ron retched as if he had seen something disgusting, and then complained to Harry, "I was originally happy that I would never see him again. I really don’t understand why Cyrus brought him to the competition?”

Is Draco Malfoy worthy of being a champion in the Final Four?

Although Ron's idea was malicious, in fact Draco did not meet the standards of a warrior. Cyrus took Draco on the one hand to let him return to Hogwarts for a visit, and on the other hand he also wanted to Cultivate Draco's alchemy.

Draco Malfoy is very accomplished in alchemy. During his school days, he was able to independently repair advanced alchemical products such as the Vanishing Cabinet. In Cyrus's view, he was just like the Weasley twins. A rare alchemical talent. Maybe you can achieve some unexpected results in transforming Muggle supplies.

At the same time, Durmstrang's ghost ship also anchored and docked, and the huge sound of water attracted everyone's attention again.

As if he was competing with Cyrus, Grindelwald fell straight back, like a big white bird landing lightly on the deck. The captain's hat turned several times in his hand and turned into rose petals scattered.

"Come out, students." He opened his arms and looked at Dumbledore far beyond the flames.

Despite the small interlude of Cyrus, he and Dumbledore never took their eyes away from each other from the beginning.

Then Vader Rozier walked out of the board with a group of wizards wearing thick felt clothes. They followed Grindelwald's footsteps ashore, and everyone's shadow was as wide as a brown bear!

The wizards were all wearing thick fur cloaks and felt hats, and they were holding more like knocking sticks than wands. They looked like they had come out of the North Pole.

Cyrus stood calmly, waiting for Grindelwald and Ms. Rozier to come together.

This is the first time he has seen the true face of Grindelwald. He looks older than in "Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald", but he looks completely different from the old man who was killed by Voldemort in the movie. .

Perhaps he specially modified his appearance after leaving Nurmengard?

Cyrus didn't know, but at least he could see from Grindelwald's face at this moment how high-spirited he had been. Even now, there was arrogance in his eyes.

When he reached Cyrus, he turned his head and took his eyes away from Dumbledore for a moment.

"The flames are nice."

After making a soft comment, Grindelwald immediately continued walking towards the castle like a proud peacock.

Cyrus paid no attention to his attitude and led his students to keep pace with him.

Apart from Cyrus, only Mag noticed something was wrong with the atmosphere at the moment. As Dumbledore's old best friend, she still understands Dumbledore's love and hatred. Now that Grindelwald appeared in person in front of Dumbledore, McGonagall was a little worried.

She looked at Dumbledore, but she didn't see any sadness or anger, or even joy, on Dumbledore's face.

"Albus, aren't you surprised to see me?"

Grindelwald asked in a strange tone, which even sounded a bit naughty. It was as if he had just pulled a prank, but unfortunately he couldn't see the expression he wanted to see on Dumbledore's face.

But it's no wonder that Albus Dumbledore died long ago on that rainy day in Godric's Hollow, but was not yet buried.

"What is your purpose?" Dumbledore couldn't tell that he was crying and mourning for Grindelwald not long ago. His tone was cold, and the wand was held in his hand. When it was empty, it looked like it was burning gunpowder, as if it might explode at any time. There is a battle with Grindelwald.

"You swear you will never leave Nurmengard."

He was like a white-haired lion, but still strong and angry, roaring like an engine with its teeth roaring.

But in reality, his voice was cold and calm.

"You lied, just like before."

Grindelwald also suddenly became cold. His character was already a little perverse, but now it was like changeable clouds and rain. The expression on his face was like sharpened ice, threatening to frostbite anyone who touched him. Pierce them until they bleed!

"That's who I am, you should have known that fifty years ago."

His words were much colder than the water at the bottom of the Black Lake, and it even seemed a bit like he was deliberately irritating Dumbledore so that Dumbledore would start a fight.

Cyrus saw Dumbledore's hand holding the wand clenching and unclenching several times, but finally did not move.

"You have a really good relationship." Cyrus interjected, "But if you have any personal matters, let's wait until the game is over to resolve them."

"I'm afraid that people from the International Confederation of Wizards can't wait that long, and they will be willing to immediately arrest a prisoner who has been imprisoned for life." Dumbledore said, his blue eyes like deep lakes reflecting Grindelwald. Aging, but still handsome face.

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"And it just so happens that they are the referees in this game."

"I think for your sake, they won't take action at Hogwarts." Grindelwald replied without any sign of weakness, and then, regardless of Dumbledore's attitude, he directly took Dem Strong's students entered the castle.

The students at Hogwarts subconsciously made way for him.

"Who is he?" Harry lowered his voice and turned to ask Ron.

Ron shook his head: "I don't know."

Nowadays, not many people still remember what Grindelwald looked like after disappearing from the magical world for almost fifty years.

"Albus Dumbledore, 1st Division Gellert Grindelwald." Cyrus's voice rang in Harry and Ron's ears, "That's him."

"Gellert Grindelwald?" Harry repeated the name.

But he didn't know how much weight this name held. He wanted to continue asking, but Cyrus had already led the students past Harry, but Malfoy, when passing by Harry, made his unique greetings.

"Good evening, Scarhead."

He didn't have time to say more, but this sentence still made Harry furious.

"Disgusting Malfoy, you should save a bullet for him to shoot!" Ron said angrily.

Cyrus walked up to Dumbledore. Unlike when he faced Grindelwald just now, Dumbledore seemed much more enthusiastic now. He shook hands with Cyrus, and the two exchanged brief greetings.

Then Cyrus hugged the meticulous McGonagall again. After several contacts, Professor McGonagall and others had already changed their views on Cyrus, and no one regarded him as an enemy.

"The people from Beauxbatons haven't arrived yet?"

"They are indeed the last." Dumbledore nodded.

"It's really rude. I don't plan to wait for them here." Cyrus frowned unhappily.

If Beauxbatons was really Ms. Maxim bringing ordinary students to the competition, then out of respect, Cyrus felt that it didn't matter if she waited a little.

But in reality?

Taking part in the competition were the Death Eaters headed by Voldemort, and Voldemort himself was not here yet.

Those who have smashed their identities deserve to be greeted at the door?

"I'll go in first and let the students sit at the Slytherin House table, okay?"

"Why bother asking me? After all, you are the heir of Slytherin." Dumbledore made a small joke and then made way for Cyrus.

Then, Cyrus walked in with the envious eyes of the Hogwarts students.

The night at the end of October has begun to get cold, and the wind blowing from the black lake is very humid. It blows into the collar and makes people shiver.

With the arrival of Durmstrang and Ilvermorny, the enthusiasm of the little wizards has been almost exhausted. Now they just want to return to the warm auditorium quickly and take a sip of hot pumpkin juice.

But Bubaston seemed determined to be late, and they could only stand shivering in the cold wind.

In the castle, Cyrus was familiar with the road.

The little wizards following him looked curiously.

Said to be a young wizard, in fact, except for Malfoy, the others look almost the same age as him. Cyrus was actually resurrected in June last year, and this body is only sixteen years old now.

"Professor, did you graduate from Hogwarts before?" Cassandra looked at the castle, always feeling that Hogwarts exuded a mysterious atmosphere.

As the oldest magic school, Hogwarts does have a deeper heritage than other schools!

"Of course." Cyrus nodded, "I graduated from Slytherin House. If I followed the sorting method of Ilvermorny, I would have been sorted into the Horned Water Snake."

"No, I think it's a thunderbird." Fisher immediately shook his head and said, "You can become a thunderbird. It's more than just joining the academy, it's simply the academy itself!"

"Why aren't all four academies qualified?" another wizard retorted.

Cyrus didn't care about the students' bragging. He quickly walked to the auditorium and opened the door. After entering, he found that Grindelwald and Durmstrang's students were already seated.

They sat at the Gryffindor House table, and Grindelwald sat directly on the chair next to the principal, with Vader right next to him.

"Please take a seat." Cyrus greeted them like a host, and then walked with Bella to the long table of the faculty.

As soon as they sat down, there was plenty of food on the table.

But no one was in such a hurry to start the meal. At most, they just drank a sip of pumpkin juice to warm themselves up.

"Is this our first meeting, Mr. Sellers?" Grindelwald took a sip of red wine, turned around and started talking to Sellers, "Do you know-" He stretched out the index finger of his other hand, He nodded his eyes and said, "I am a prophet."

Prophet?

An alien also likes to say this.

Cyrus complained in his mind, but still looked at Grindelwald with a smile on the surface, as if waiting for him to continue.

"Countless prophecies are produced every day in this world, but most of them are just fake and sophisticated tricks. But I am different. I can see the future with this eye."

"So, what did you see?"

Cyrus asked rhetorically.

In fact, he is still very interested in prophecy, which is a talent that neither he nor Voldemort has.

Before, he asked Harry to pay attention to see if he would hear some prophecies related to him, but maybe the future had been changed, and Professor Neville's prophecy course did not receive the same revelation as the original book.

"A very blurry picture," Grindelwald said.

His voice was not deliberately lowered, but no one seemed to hear it except Cyrus.

At this moment, the auditorium seemed to be divided into two worlds.

The little wizards laughed and laughed, but their movements were as slow as turtles and snails. Their time seemed to be frozen. Only Cyrus and Grindelwald were outside of time.

Grindelwald is very serious.

"I saw the clock, darkness, death... and the white curtain..."