Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

"Snapped!"

In the dark space, three embarrassed figures were thrown out and fell heavily to the ground.

"ah!"

Cedric landed on his shoulders. He was the first to be thrown out. When his head was still dizzy, he subconsciously used himself as a flesh pad to cushion the impact for the two ladies.

Fleur's elbow accidentally hit Cedric in the stomach, causing acid to pour into his stomach.

"Sorry." Fleur said apologetically.

"It's okay." Cedric shook his head and looked at Cassandra. Fortunately, Cassandra controlled the position where she appeared. Otherwise, he would not be able to bear the weight of another person. .

But Cassandra ignored his gaze at this moment and looked at this black space.

——This is a long corridor, with almost no difference between the floor and ceiling, and their shadows are reflected on the smooth black walls.

"Is this the Department of Mysteries?" she asked.

"Probably." Cedric got up from the ground and replied while rubbing his stomach and shoulders, "The Department of Mysteries is the highest level of confidentiality in the Ministry of Magic. Everything here is top secret, let alone me. Even my dad has never been here.”

As he spoke, he looked left and right at this mysterious place, with curiosity and vigilance in his eyes.

Compared to other floors, the Department of Mysteries seems a little too quiet. There are no traps here, not even the magic drones that have been following them.

But this is as it should be.

For them to enter the Department of Mysteries during a competition is already an incredible thing. If it is still broadcast live, the Ministry of Magic's pants will be pulled clean!

"Let's go, it feels a bit depressing here." Fleur glanced to the side uneasily, and met her own gaze on the black wall. She couldn't help but shudder, and rubbed her shoulders.

Neither Cedric nor Cassandra had any problem with this.

The structure of the Department of Mysteries is very simple, and there is only one path in front of them.

They stepped forward, and their leather shoes hit the ground, making "squeaky" and "squeaky" sounds. The soles of their feet felt sticky, as if they had stepped on soft and glutinous rice, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"The shoes are all burned..." She complained, then kicked off her leather shoes and continued walking on her white socks.

Soon, they came to a door.

This is the end of the passage and the only door in front of them...

This is a door that looks very strange. It is naturally black and has exquisite patterns. You can feel its heaviness just by looking at it, as if it was carved from a whole piece of marble.

What's even more peculiar is that there is no handle on this door and it looks integrated with the surrounding walls.

Kassandra raised her wand in front of her face as if she were holding a pistol. She pressed the fingers of her other hand against the door and pushed it gently, but the door did not move.

"Open the Alaho hole!"

The wand flashed with sparks, but the door made no move.

"I think there may be a very profound anti-lock-picking spell left on it." Cedric guessed.

The same spell can be very simple or very complex. Obviously, the spell of the Department of Mysteries is the latter. Unless you are a very powerful wizard, it will be difficult to crack in a short time.

"And we only have a few hours." Fleur said worriedly, "Does anyone else remember how long it has been since the game started?"

"It's been two and a half hours." Cassandra was not a black kid, but she still said coldly.

She calculated the time accurately from the beginning.

Three hours is not a long time, but it is obvious that if Dumbledore had not handed them the found door key, it would have been difficult for them to reach the Department of Mysteries in three hours.

Not to mention breaking the spell on this door.

"Digory, what's inside the door?" Cassandra lifted her long hair from the side of her face, revealing her delicate and small ears. The red earlobes were as beautiful as ripe pomegranates.

She pressed against the door and tapped with her fingers.

"Dong dong,"

There was a dull sound in my ears.

"Well," Cedric pondered for a moment, not knowing whether he should tell the secrets about the British Ministry of Magic, but he thought about it and realized that his knowledge of things was very shallow, let alone if this door was opened. , the so-called secret is no longer a secret, so he said, "I heard that there are many doors in the Department of Mysteries..."

He held his chin and recalled the few words he had learned from different people over the years:

"You may know that there are some innate magics in this world. The form of their existence is obviously difficult to explain, and it is difficult - no, it should be almost impossible to control. And the Department of Mysteries studies these magics."

Then, he was afraid that Cassandra and Fleur would be difficult to understand, so he gave an example.

"It's like a time-turner."

A student as good as Cedric did know about time-turners. But just like Hermione, he didn't insist on taking all the courses and dropped some that didn't interest him.

"Time is indeed a magic that is difficult to explain." Cassandra said softly.

She knew that Cyrus had suffered from the Time Turner before, and Cyrus would sometimes tell the little wizards in Ilvermorny like an anecdote.

"What is a time turner?" Fleur had never heard of a time turner, so she was particularly curious. "Can you use this to reverse time?"

"No, time cannot be reversed, and reality will not change." Cedric said, "The time turner can take you back to the past, but nothing will change what happened."

If the time converter is a correction belt, then in fact it cannot correct the wrong results, it can only change some inconspicuous processes on the existing results.

Of course it is, but in fact this is not absolute.

There once was a wizard who went back in time and traveled through hundreds of years. As a result, time was disrupted and more than twenty people disappeared out of thin air. This shows that time travel is indeed enough to change the past and history.

Fleur hasn't understood it yet, but this doesn't affect them from thinking that the Department of Mysteries is very wonderful.

"Moreover, this spell is not stable. Even if you want to time travel, you can only go back five hours at most, otherwise there will be huge risks." Cedric said, "Most attempts to travel across a long period of time The time traveling wizards did not return to this world again, but disappeared in time, with only one exception...

"A witch named Eloise Mintenberg returned to 1402 and stayed there for five days. When she came back, her body seemed to have experienced five centuries and had aged in an instant."

This terrible consequence was a bit unacceptable to both Fleur and Cassandra.

Both of them are in their most beautiful years, and for them, aging is more terrifying than death.

"Just as the human mind cannot understand time, we cannot understand the damage caused by our tampering with its laws." Cedric said, "And this is just one of the magics studied by the Department of Mysteries. "

What Cedric didn't know was that at this moment, there happened to be a broken soul echoing in time.

"We'd better think about how to get in." Cassandra took a few steps back, distanced herself from the door, and then raised her wand as if setting up a fort. "My suggestion is, Just explode!"

She has always been so neat and tidy!

"What a great idea!" Fleur followed closely and winked at Cedric, gesturing for him to come over as well.

Three people stood in a row:

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

——

"boom!!!"

Grindelwald once again blasted the short monsters in front of him to pieces.

Judging from his judgment, most of these Inferi are not wizards, but goblins or goblins, but this number...

"How many people have you killed?"

Even Grindelwald thought Cyrus was a bit extreme.

He had been casting spells without hesitation since just now, and even his wrists were a little numb, but these monsters still kept appearing. Grindelwald even doubted whether Cyrus had killed all the goblins in the world. Otherwise, how could he possibly fill up an entire hell? !

"What do you think?" Cyrus smiled but said nothing.

He had killed a lot of goblins, but if you really wanted to say that the number of people who died in his hands was only a transfer student's workload in one day.

The reason why there is an endless supply of Inferi is not because of the large number, but because when these Inferi are killed, the remains of those bodies will be immediately devoured by the flames and then "reborn" in the flames!

Grindelwald spent a long time killing, but in fact not a single Inferi was killed.

However, even if Grindelwald did not discover the truth, he realized that he could not continue to spend time with Cyrus.

If this continues, his physical strength will not be able to hold on, and Cyrus is more than enough.

To capture the thief, capture the king first. If you want to break Cyrus' magic, you have to kill Cyrus first!

Thinking of this, Grindelwald cast another spell without hesitation. He moved his wand forward, and the tip of the wand emitted a powerful halo that spread out like ripples.

"The Inferi are isolated!"

In an instant, an invisible barrier, like layers of white waves, blocked all the Inferi!

Not just the Inferi, but everything was cut off by Grindelwald.

Those flames were extinguished, walls and furniture were overturned, and then crushed to pieces in the spreading ripples!

In the center of the ripples, only two people, Cyrus and Grindelwald, were still standing - ripples rising like water droplets falling into the reverberating lake surface.

The next moment, the two people suddenly disappeared from where they were.

At this moment, everything seemed to become extremely slow.

The precarious traces of those flames were clearly audible in the storm; the tabletop that was blown away by the shock wave seemed to be frozen in mid-air; the remaining floo powder was floating, but seemed to be frozen in the air, woven into a thin veil. gauze...

The next moment, Cyrus and Grindelwald broke through the curtain - and then scattered like broken water splashes and mirrors!

The only people who were not affected were Cyrus and Grindelwald.

They moved freely, as if the power of time had no effect on them. The light of the curse dispersed in the dust in the air, like shining neon lights in the fog, dyeing the surroundings with bright colors.

Even the spell's flash was so slow, but the lightning that shot out from between the two wands was fleeting!

"clap!"

Cyrus grabbed the lightning and threw it at Grindelwald's chest without hesitation. The lightning spread its teeth like branches in the rainstorm!

But the blow missed.

Grindelwald appears and disappears like a ghost.

From now on, the two of them have been fighting in the state of phantom.

The high-speed battle required extreme enhancement of senses. Both of them used the super-sensory spell to the extreme, so that everything around them slowed down like bullet time.

"You surprise me, Grindelwald."

As Cyrus spoke, he split his body. He looked like he was about to become two, but in fact only his upper body separated. After allowing a spell to pass through the gap in his body, it gathered together again.

"I originally thought that an old guy like you couldn't keep up with the times, but your magical power is beyond my expectations."

It can even be said that even the resurrected Voldemort may not be Grindelwald's opponent.

"How did Dumbledore defeat you fifty years ago?"

"You will know soon, huh--" Grindelwald gasped violently. He looked like he had asthma, but it was no wonder, after all, he had lived in Nurmengard for fifty years. Place, the air inside is damp and cold, it must be very stale.

At this moment, Grindelwald felt as if a ball of fire was burning in his chest, and he was like a handful of loess, baked by the flames, covered with cracks and about to break when touched.

Cyrus saw his weakness and planned to end the battle.

Two and a half hours have passed, and there is no time for him to continue playing leisurely!

Cyrus lowered his head, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes burst out with red-gold lightning!

It really bursts out!

The area around his eye sockets turned a transparent red and white color like red-hot iron, and the hot light shot into Grindelwald's head in an instant!

The electric eyes are compelling!

Grindelwald saw the scene of his own death in an instant. The blood-red lightning penetrated his head and killed him on the spot!

At this moment, Grindelwald felt that it was so difficult to breathe. The air was dry and hot. Breathing it into his nasal cavity was as uncomfortable as chewing a live cockroach.

That's it?

He felt as if his life had come to an end. He wanted to save Dumbledore's life, but was so powerless...

Darkness came again, and Grindelwald returned to the Astronomy Tower, with a gray-white Dumbledore standing in front of him.

He knew very well that this was the near future, and Dumbledore would die at the hands of Cyrus.

But Dumbledore's gray-white figure gradually gained color.

He moved and raised his wand.

"Transform quickly!"

"Click!"

A mirror erected in front of Grindelwald, breaking the power that burst out of Cyrus's eyes, and then shattered again.

Grindelwald woke up as if from a dream. He fell to the ground, spinning around, and saw the hem of the gray-white wizard's robe floating over.

"Dumbledore."

He and Cyrus spoke at the same time.