Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

"I didn't expect you to discover it. I thought I hid it well!"

Grindelwald said in surprise.

He was indeed well hidden, hiding inside the floo network in the form of flames. It was impossible to discover Grindelwald's location just by relying on traces of magic. The problem is, Cyrus is no ordinary wizard.

He can see through the traces of ancient magic. After gaining the power of Thunderbird, he can also see the traces of ordinary magic.

Not to mention, Grindelwald only erased all traces of his magic but ignored the hostility he inadvertently showed before the game started. How could Cyrus ignore such an extremely dangerous wizard with an intuition comparable to that of magical animals?

"You know, I was actually planning to cast the killing curse directly on you." Grindelwald said softly.

His two different pupils flickered, and the silver pupil seemed to reflect the future scene.

- Just like when you killed Albus Dumbledore from behind in the Observatory at Hogwarts!

Grindelwald added this in his mind.

Cyrus was not angry because Grindelwald said he planned to sneak attack him. Since he was determined to be an enemy, he would naturally use all methods to kill the opponent.

But he was a little curious as to what made Grindelwald change his original mind.

"Or are you collaborating with Voldemort?" Cyrus asked.

"Maybe," Grindelwald did not say clearly, but this vague attitude was enough to prove Cyrus's guess.

The conversation has reached this point, and there is actually nothing more to talk about.

"Then let me see what the legendary dark wizard is capable of?" Cyrus grimaced and shot a tentative spell.

This magic spell seemed to be the trumpet before the war, starting the battle between him and the legend!

On the Quidditch pitch, everyone who saw Cyrus actually fighting Grindelwald was extremely surprised, especially the elderly wizards, who knew Grindelwald's capabilities better than anyone else.

The reason why Dumbledore is famous in the world and is called the greatest wizard is not because he fought with Voldemort for more than ten years, but because he defeated Grindelwald!

People say that the person Voldemort fears most is Dumbledore, but this Dumbledore was Grindelwald's first disciple.

Barty Crouch Jr. had a smile on his face.

It really would be best for Cyrus to fight Grindelwald at this moment.

As expected, this former Dark Lord couldn't deal with Dumbledore, and he was actually stupidly used as a spearman by him to fight Cyrus.

Of course, Barty Crouch Jr. doesn’t think Grindelwald is stronger than Cyrus. No matter how terrifying this legend is, in the final analysis, he stayed in Nurmengard for fifty years. No one can say whether his magical power will regress during these fifty years.

And what about Cyrus?

He is a man who even defeated the Dark Lord!

But even so, Barty Crouch Jr. also expected that both of them would lose. In this way, when the Dark Lord is resurrected, Dumbledore will be the only obstacle to him!

"That guy is really crazy. Does he think Grindelwald will be as easy to deal with as Dumbledore?" Umbridge said this, but there was a kind of cruel pleasure in her words and expression!

In the last game, she was humiliated by Bella in every possible way, and was slapped unconscious by Cyrus, with half of the bones in her face broken. If this wasn't a magical world, she might have lost her appearance long ago.

Pain was one thing, but humiliating her in front of thousands of people and even the entire magical world was the most unbearable thing for Umbridge.

At this moment, she cursed Cyrus with malice in her heart for dying at the hands of Grindelwald!

In the last game, although Cyrus had a tentative fight with Dumbledore, which proved Cyrus' strength, no one thought that Cyrus was really Dumbledore's opponent. Because neither he nor Dumbledore showed their full strength in that test.

And everyone knows that Dumbledore is a gentle and polite man.

He doesn't kill, and rarely even hurts.

In the eyes of most people, that unwinnable fight was just Dumbledore's tolerance for a junior, so he didn't use all his strength.

"But this kid actually thinks that his ability can be compared with Dumbledore and Grindelwald. How stupid!" Umbridge mocked coldly, "Grindelwald is not as kind as Dumbledore! "

Snape, who was not far away, glanced at her coldly, as if he was looking at a clown.

When it comes to what Cyrus is capable of, Snape knows it better than anyone.

The first time he formally met Cyrus was in Godric's Hollow. Cyrus' power at that time was far less than it is now, but it still made him unable to resist.

After that, Cyrus successively defeated Voldemort who was leaning on the goblin, and even Voldemort himself——

Now, Snape could feel the terrifying power in Cyrus' body more and more.

It was hard for him to imagine that there was anyone more powerful than Cyrus in the world!

As for Grindelwald, Snape didn't know much about him, but he was certain that Grindelwald was no match for Cyrus.

The sixth floor underground of the Ministry of Magic.

Cyrus casually cast a spell. Grindelwald did not dodge, but responded with a magic spell!

He needs to determine just how powerful Cyrus is!

The moment the two spells met, it was like a typhoon landing on the coast. The powerful air flow violently swirled in the small room and turned into a hurricane!

The Floo powder that covered the entire room was swept up into the air in an instant and fell to every corner of the room, burning like gunpowder and lead-gray saltpeter!

"Wow——"

The green flames disappeared like an aurora curtain.

The moment the spells collided, the ground shook.

Grindelwald had not yet figured out Cyrus' strength. He frowned tightly and felt that his spell was hitting Cyrus' body, like using a water pipe to drain water into a huge lake!

Of course, it's not actually that exaggerated.

Cyrus has up to twice the magical abilities of Grindelwald.

It can be said that his original magic power is almost the same as that of Grindelwald. Fifty years of imprisonment did not make Grindelwald weak. On the contrary, perhaps because of fifty years of suppressed love, his magic power became stronger. !

As Dumbledore said, the most powerful magic is none other than love.

Of course, even so, Cyrus is confident that he can fight Grindelwald without using the ancient evil magic left by Morgana!

With a flick of his wrist, he immediately separated the two people's spells.

The magic spell he threw away shot towards the ceiling like a meteor flying backward——

"boom!"

The magically protected ceiling was vulnerable to the magic of the two of them, and a huge hole was blown out!

Above the sixth floor is the first floor——

The temperature in this room suddenly cooled down, reminding Cyrus of the freezing summer in Azkaban.

As for Grindelwald, he remembered every cold winter day in Nurmengard.

The sun without temperature was like a cold incandescent lamp, heavy snow covered every corner outside the prison, and the wet floor was covered with ice... The one he loved disappeared and died in the observatory under the dark night, and the death curse was like Like lightning striking the tower...

The black monster is like a ghost, pouring in from that gap!

The monster guarding the first floor is a dementor!

Both Cyrus and Grindelwald understood where this unsavory sentiment came from.

Those dirty bones, faceless monsters who only like to suck happiness, lure out the negative emotions in their hearts and completely take away the beautiful side of their hearts.

"Get away!"

The last thing Grindelwald wanted to remember was that prophecy!

He raised his wand and cast a spell at the dementors with disgust on his face: "Calling the Guardians!"

The silver light is as bright as moonlight, like waves undulating in the black sea, rippling layer by layer, circle by circle!

The light seemed soft and weak, but it carried huge power. It was like a shock wave, forcing the dementors to keep retreating, pushing them away like waves!

Cyrus looked at Grindelwald's glowing wand for a few seconds, unable to discern what his Patronus was.

Grindelwald's spell didn't take shape. Of course it wasn't that he didn't have the ability. He was just dealing with a few dementors. There was no need to do so.

As for Cyrus, he was less forgiving.

He directly cast ancient magic, and the power of the patron saint did not turn into a halo or condense into a thunderbird, but turned into a silver thunder gun——

Cyrus raised his arms and threw the silver lightning like Zeus!

In an instant, the silver brilliance pierced the chest of a dementor, and then, the ability contained in the thunder gun suddenly radiated out, like a tree that had spent thousands of years in an instant. The branches are growing!

Those overgrown branches and leaves were like thorns, piercing through all the dozens of Dementors nearby like a devil's net!

These terrifying monsters immediately fell from the sky like rags, looking like crows falling dead after hitting a plane.

The unkillable dementor died like this!

At this moment, the Dementor, who seemed to have never had the emotion of fear, recalled his feelings when he was still a human. The face without facial features looked at Cyrus, as if it was filled with fear.

The remaining dementors stopped decisively and stepped back from the broken gap...

Before leaving, they took a deep look at Cyrus, as if they wanted to engrave Cyrus' appearance in their genes.

What kind of monster is this? I can’t afford to offend him...

I have to say, Cyrus's hand is really amazing.

He had already demonstrated the ability to transform into magical animals when he was in North America, but the British wizarding community didn't know much about this, let alone the fact that he could kill dementors!

However, Dementors are not very powerful in the first place. Their weaknesses are so obvious that it doesn't make much difference whether they can be killed or not.

At most, Grindelwald would only think that Cyrus invented a new spell, but would not think that Cyrus had powerful magic power and was able to kill the dementors.

So he shook his mustache in dissatisfaction.

Isn't it a spell you invented yourself?

It's like no one has it!

Grindelwald stepped gracefully, circled around him like a ballerina, and used the fire shield that Cyrus had used many times before!

The faint blue flame is like a huge blue hydrangea - the flame is like a wave!

No matter how many times he sees it, Cyrus has to say that Fire Shield is a very applicable spell, integrating offense and defense, as well as identification of friend or foe!

Advance can destroy Paris with one blow, and retreat can defend against all spells except the Death Curse. Even the Death Curse, unless it is cast with the intensity of Voldemort, will probably not be able to break through the fire shield's defense.

On the Quidditch pitch, Fudge was stunned when he saw this scene!

If this allows Grindelwald to unleash the power of the fire shield, wouldn't the Ministry of Magic be directly penetrated? !

What are the first to tenth floors of the Ministry of Magic?

You will be transformed into a large underground flat in minutes!

His face, which looked like a fat pig, was covered with sweat. Every drop of sweat seemed to be soaked in fat and looked extremely greasy. Under the sun, it showed a color like sewage...

"It's over, it's over, where's Dumbledore, hurry up and save him!"

It's a pity that Dumbledore is now on the seventh floor.

In the picture, Grindelwald has raised his arms, and the blue fire is like a sweeping wave, violently hitting Cyrus's small figure!

"boom!!!"

There was no sound audible from the screen, but at this moment the entire screen was covered in blue flames - a few seconds later, the small piece of the screen made a "sizzling" sound, and then completely turned into gray snowflakes.

"It looks like the Snitch is malfunctioning." Babajid frowned.

"It's over, the Ministry of Magic is over!" Fudge cried with a sad face. He jumped up anxiously and paced back and forth in the stands, trying to block everyone's sight with his fat body.

Mag was a little dissatisfied, frowned and pursed his lips: "Minister Fudge, you'd better sit down quickly!"

In fact, it wasn't just Fudge who was worried, most people were worried about Cyrus as well. Although Cyrus and Ilvermorny had behaved very badly since the beginning of the competition, the enemy they faced at this moment was Grindelwald.

Those wizards who had been massacred by the Wiccan Party, those wizards who had been swept away by the flames of war, hated Grindelwald more deeply than they imagined!

And coincidentally, this game was broadcast live on a large scale in the magic world.

There are far fewer people who want Cyrus dead than there are people who want Grindelwald dead.

Of course, these are not important to Cyrus at all. At this moment, he is standing in the blue flames. The flames should have swallowed him up, but they could not hurt him at all!

It was as if this was not a flame at all, but a blue and clear hot spring.

"Are you immortal?" Grindelwald's face was full of surprise and even horror, and the look he looked at Cyrus was even more bizarre.

He couldn't understand how the spell that could destroy Paris didn't work at all in front of Cyrus.

Invulnerable to fire and water?

It doesn't look like much.

Could it be that his magic resistance is so strong that even fire shields can hardly damage him?

Hearing this, Cyrus just smiled.

"How can I be immortal?" He said softly, and even took the initiative to reach out his hand into the blazing flame, as casually as if he had picked a flower from the garden.

The blue flames withered in his hands.

"Grindelwald, do you know what is the most important thing in life?"

"What?" Grindelwald listened to Cyrus's confusing question and couldn't think of an answer for a while.

The most important thing in life?

Ambition? courage? loyalty? Or wisdom?

Or - is it strength?

As he was thinking about it, he saw Cyrus shake his head, put the dark green wand on his lips, and softly uttered a few words:

"Of course it's the heat!"

Then, under Cyrus’s feet, the blood-red fire of hell ignited!

Hot hell!