Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

"The most important thing in life is fire!"

Cyrus was wrapped in the bloody hellfire, looking like a candle that could be extinguished at any time in the blue flames.

But the flame enveloped Cyrus like the petals of a rose that had not yet bloomed.

Even the skin of a fire dragon cannot resist Grindelwald's fire shield. Cyrus's magic resistance is indeed very high, but it is not yet to the level that he can ignore Grindelwald's magic.

The reason why he was not afraid of the flames was not because he cast the separation spell, but because the flames that were more powerful than the fire shield had already enveloped his body from the very beginning!

Hot hell!

This is a spell invented by Cyrus himself. After deciphering many black magic books, it is based on Li Fire and adds the flames of the red dragon. It also has the evil method of recalling the dead and turning them into Inferi to attack. !

At this moment, the flame seemed like a drop of blood falling into the clear spring, it looked extremely dazzling!

In the raging blue fire, Cyrus raised his wand high——

The next moment, scarlet flames bloomed immediately!

"Wow!"

Centered on where Cyrus stood, the flames immediately began to spread like a typhoon.

It was like a huge swimming pool with the plug pulled out, forming a huge whirlpool of flames!

In an instant, the hellfire swallowed up most of the fire shield. The flames rushed in all directions like blood, filling every corner of the room and spreading outside the room!

Grindelwald seemed to have a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​​​blood pressing towards him.

He quickly took a step back and raised his wand at the same time. The blue fire rose high, as if to create an indestructible wall, like a cliff that had stood on the seaside for thousands of years, withstanding the stormy waves!

"boom!"

After all, he is the legendary dark wizard.

Although Grindelwald's Fire Shield is a little weaker in terms of attack power, as its name suggests, the Fire Shield's defensive power is very powerful.

Those blue fires that were originally unbridled gathered together at this moment, wrapping Grindelwald like a cocoon, blocking out Cyrus's hellfire.

Then, Grindelwald cast a spell again, and powerful power was released from his old and withered body:

"Flame Separation!"

In an instant, the cocoon of flames that enveloped him shattered!

The blue flames spread out like huge wings. Wherever the flames spread, the hellfire unleashed by Cyrus also weighed down the head like ears of rice in the wind.

Separation spell.

A seemingly simple but very practical spell, especially Flame Separation. And it also has another name——

Vulcan opens the way!

At this moment, Grindelwald seemed to be the god of fire. Neither Cyrus's flame nor his own flame could touch him at all.

Needless to say, those monsters made of flames, even if they smashed the walls, their heads broke through the ceiling, and their extended wings of flame melted everything they touched like lava, they could not touch Grindelwald in the slightest!

Only the scorching wind that was being stirred up made Grindelwald's windbreaker rustle.

The handsome old man raised his chin towards Cyrus through the flames, with a provocative expression, as if to say that Cyrus was still too young.

"A powerful spell, but unfortunately, magic is not just about head-on confrontation." Grindelwald said with a hint of sarcasm. The two mustaches on his face make people angry just by looking at him.

But he was right about one thing.

The duel between wizards is indeed about more than just the strength of magic or the power of spells. Many times, things in the magical world have some mutually reinforcing principles.

For example, flame separation, and dangerous plants such as devil's net can cause fear of harmless light.

In response, Cyrus just twitched the corners of his lips coldly and smiled back.

"I still need you to teach me?" he said coldly.

Grindelwald was about to say that Cyrus had no respect for the elders at all, but at this moment, countless shadows were reflected in his eyes.

In the flames that were like the flames of hell, countless dry arms stretched out from the bottom of the flames and pressed them to the ground. The flame seemed to be a passage connecting hell and reality. In the flames, shaking skull heads emerged one after another!

In that moment, thousands of low monsters were born from the fire. Their bodies were swaying and shriveled, as if they were mummies that had been weathered for thousands of years.

Grindelwald's two white eyebrows were tightly knitted, and the contempt and frivolity just now were completely gone.

He and Dumbledore had planned to use the Deathly Hallows to create large quantities of Inferi. How could he not recognize what these things were at this moment!

"So many Inferi..." He squeezed his wand tightly, and his steps could not help but feel a little heavier. What troubled him the most was not the number of Inferi, but what made these Inferi different.

Generally speaking, the Inferi, a dark and evil magical product, are as afraid of light and fire as the devil's net, but the Inferi summoned by Cyrus came out of the flames, which shows that the original method of dealing with them was It doesn't work at all anymore.

Grindelwald did not hesitate to raise his wand at the monsters who were at the forefront.

"Shattered to pieces!"

"Snapped!"

It is much more powerful than the spells cast by ordinary people.

Grindelwald cleared a large area in front of him with just one blow!

Those Inferi affected by his spell seemed to be affected by the power of time rotation, and turned into powder in an instant.

Seeing that his move was effective, Grindelwald's expression did not look good, because in the flames, the monsters seemed to pour out endlessly!

"Shattered to pieces!"

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

"..."

Grindelwald kept casting spells on the Inferi. The intensity of his spells was astonishing. Every blow caused a violent explosion. The entire Ministry of Magic trembled under his attack!

The people from Furong who had formed an alliance with each other were still trying to break through the level, but the ground beneath their feet was shaking violently, and dust was falling from above their heads.

"What the hell is going on? It's been shaking non-stop since just now!" Furong couldn't stand firm and almost fell, holding on to the wall and complaining.

"Maybe they started fighting," Cedric said seriously.

He didn't say clearly who it was, but he didn't need to.

Apart from the three of them, there are only three remaining contestants.

"I don't know which floor they started fighting on, but the aftermath of the battle actually affected us." Furong said seriously. She raised her head uneasily and looked above her head. In the darkness, the ceiling seemed to be full of cracks. "I'm really afraid that the Ministry of Magic will collapse..."

"The Ministry of Magic has special spell protection that will not collapse." Cedric said confidently.

But the next second, a black marble fell from his head.

"Keep the enemy back three feet!" Kassandra's quick eyes and quick hands hit the marble with a spell and shattered it.

Marble shards fell all over Cedric's head like snowflakes. The handsome young man was full of fear and embarrassment. He was immediately slapped in the face before he even said the words, which made Cedric a little bit. Can not bear.

He opened his mouth:

"Okay... I think we should pay more attention to the top of our head and our feet... be careful of landslides."

"It's better to walk close to the wall." Cassandra took off her raspberry robe, held it in her hands, and then pressed close to the wall.

"What are you taking off your clothes for?" Fleur naturally saw how Cassandra found it unpleasant. When she saw Cassandra taking off her robe, she immediately asked, as if she thought Cassandra was planning to attract Cedric in this way. As if paying attention.

Cassandra didn't know what was going on in her mind, otherwise she would have replied:

Is he worthy?

"If the floor collapses, your robe can be used as a blanket, and you can use the Floating Talisman to save you idiot." Kassandra said without any politeness.

"I don't need you to save me!" Fleur angrily took off her blue robe and hung it on her arm like Cassandra.

But before she could press herself against the wall, she heard a loud noise coming from deep inside the floor!

"Boom!!!"

Like an earthquake, the ground shook violently.

The sole of Furong's foot slipped, and a clear "click" sound came from the black marble floor under her feet——

"Boom——"

In an instant, the entire corridor collapsed!

Cedric and Cassandra both looked surprised, and Fleur was even more flustered.

She wanted to cast a spell, but the sudden weightlessness and unstoppable fall made her unable to do anything except scream.

Kassandra threw out the robe in her hand without hesitation: "Transformation Slate!"

The soft robe becomes rock-hard in an instant!

"Yuga di Leviosa!"

Then, there was another floating spell.

Cassandra's robe flew away quickly, but faster than it was the flames running like lava under the collapsed surface!

The huge tongue of fire rose up, like a monster rolling up its red tongue, and its eyes were about to swallow the hibiscus!

That's the sixth floor——

The flame is also Cyrus's flame.

Grindelwald separated the fire, but the flame did not stop. Instead, it filled the entire sixth floor in an instant, and was even spreading towards the fifth floor at this moment!

Cassandra and Cedric clung to the wall, feeling a stream of hot air blowing against their faces.

"Fleur!" Cedric watched as the flames burned Cassandra's robe, but he was unable to do anything. He could only yell sadly, as if this could pull Fleur back.

But unfortunately, the flames still engulfed Furong's body. In the closing flames, they saw Furong's last, desperate eyes...

However, at this moment, an old voice came from far away:

"All curses end!"

Suddenly, the raging flames dissipated like a dream, and those flickering sparks were like flying insects, fleeting.

In the darkness, Dumbledore, wearing a white robe, still held up the exquisite wand.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Cedric shouted in surprise.

He jumped off the little bit of floor that was left at his feet, and Cassandra followed closely behind, helping Fleur up as she fell to the sixth floor.

Furong looked a little embarrassed, and many parts of her body had been burned, but fortunately, her life was not in danger. Dumbledore intervened just in time to save Fleur before the flames burned her to death.

Now, the old man walked towards them quickly with a serious face.

"professor……"

Dumbledore passed through Cedric and squatted down in front of Fleur. The Elder Wand pointed at Fleur's chest: "Heal quickly!"

Furong's charcoal-like skin fell off rustlingly, revealing newly grown skin that was as red and tender as a bud.

Then, Dumbledore took out another small object and handed it to Cedric.

"This is a door key that has not yet been activated. I found it in a room. As long as you chant the spell, it can take you to the ninth floor." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"The ninth floor?" Cedric muttered silently, and then his eyes were as big as a cow's eyes, "You mean the Department of Mysteries?!"

Dumbledore nodded: "Yes, and I dare say that the warrior's treasure is there."

"But Professor, what about you?!" Cedric looked at the victory that was almost within reach, but hesitated.

"You go first." Dumbledore didn't care about the outcome at all.

To him, the Contest is just a small game. The important thing is never the game itself, but the people participating in the game-Sellers, Grindelwald, and...

He glanced at Fleur.

There didn't seem to be anything unusual about this girl. Ever since he knew that the two Beauxbatons warriors Cassandra killed in the previous game were actually Death Eaters, Dumbledore had been interested in the only remaining Fleur. Very concerned.

But from his observation, the Furong in front of him was neither fake nor possessed.

Maybe Voldemort wasn't going to do something in the second game?

Dumbledore was a little confused, but he really wasn't in the mood to care about Voldemort at the moment.

Now, two wizards whose magical power is not inferior to that of Voldemort or even stronger are fighting!

The evil flames frightened him, and he couldn't help but wonder if Grindelwald had invented new fire magic in recent years.

Dumbledore couldn't help but worry at the thought of Cyrus or Grindelwald fighting to the death. Of course, he was more worried about Cyrus killing Grindelwald.

Even the fully resurrected Voldemort was defeated by Cyrus, and the poor man's cold body is still lying under the ground of Hogwarts. Dumbledore did not think that Grindelwald without the blessing of the Elder Wand would be a match for Cyrus.

Although his feelings for Grindelwald are so complicated, he never wants to see Grindelwald die.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore became a little more anxious.

"You go over first." He repeated, his tone gentle, but with a force that could not be refused, "Take your treasures, and then leave the game."

Then he stood up again, picked up the wand that was like a finger bone, and strode into the flames.