Cyrus couldn't help but smile at Voldemort's expression. How could Cyrus not be prepared if this guy wanted to deal with him? Voldemort was obviously frightened by the two people standing in front of him, but he didn't show any fear on the surface. He pretended to be calm and grinned.

"It's really a surprise. You tricked Dumbledore here so that we can work together to kill him!" said Voldemort.

This was an obvious attempt to sow discord, but because Cyrus' identity was very sensitive, when Voldemort said this, Mag and the others looked at Cyrus with fear, and even their wands subconsciously moved a little towards him.

Cyrus naturally noticed this, but he didn't care. Even if these people attacked together, it would only take a moment for Cyrus to deal with them.

When he escaped from Hogwarts, his strength was only about the same as Snape's, but now, the strength of these Hogwarts deans was no longer worth mentioning in his eyes!

"Professor Dumbledore! Mr. Riddle is not in league with Voldemort!"

Harry, who was wrapped in flames, shouted hurriedly. The blue flames burned all the ropes that bound him. He was afraid that Voldemort's words would cause a relationship between Cyrus and Dumbledore, so he tried his best to remind Dumbledore.

"Shut up Harry! You have no right to speak here!"

This action angered Voldemort, and he suddenly threw a spell at Harry! The black spell flew out and reached Harry in an instant! "Harry!"

Sirius shouted anxiously. Voldemort's attack was beyond anyone's expectation. Who would have thought that the other party had captured Harry for so long and did not kill him, but chose to attack him at this moment! Just as the spell was about to hit Harry, the next moment the blue flames suddenly formed a huge cocoon, wrapping Harry in it!

Boom!!! Voldemort's spell exploded instantly, causing a large piece of the fire shield to be lost!

And Cyrus clearly noticed that after Voldemort's spell blew up the fire shield, the flames did not spread upwards, as if that area had become a place that the flames could not reach.

'It seems that Voldemort has developed a spell that can suppress fire shields.'

This is not surprising.

Except for the three unforgivable curses, most of the spells in this world have counter-curses. Even if the exact spell of the counter-curse cannot be known for the moment, it can be removed by using the universal antidote.

The fire shield that Grindelwald cast in Paris was broken by "The End of All Curses".

One blow shattered the protection in front of Harry, and Voldemort did not continue to attack Harry, as if the spell just now was just a deterrent.

"Don't worry, Harry. I believe in Cyrus." Dumbledore looked at Voldemort calmly. "Okay, Tom, hand over Harry. Are you so afraid of the prophecy?"

"You believe him? That's a new thing!" Voldemort's face showed a rare expression of resentment.

Dumbledore's simple words of comfort to Harry caused more harm to Voldemort than imagined.

You know, since Dumbledore first met Voldemort, he never stopped being suspicious of Voldemort.

Of course, Dumbledore didn't think Voldemort could cause much trouble at the beginning. He simply didn't believe that Tom Riddle was a good student, even though Tom was so excellent in every aspect and there was nothing wrong with him.

But what Voldemort didn't know was that it was precisely because his performance was too perfect that Dumbledore became suspicious.

Dumbledore had seen him at his worst. At that time, Tom was full of resentment towards the world and arrogance for his superior power. He felt that he was born to dominate others!

Such a person immediately turned into a humble and polite child after going to Hogwarts.

How could such a drastic change not arouse suspicion?

Not to mention that Tom's acting skills might not have been that good when he was a child. After the seeds of doubt were planted in Dumbledore's heart, they had been waiting to sprout.

"How surprising! You never believed me!"

Although he did not understand what love was, he did not necessarily admire Dumbledore. Of course, from beginning to end, Tom Riddle only admired Dumbledore's unparalleled magical power!

"I tried, Tom."

Voldemort sneered contemptuously, then looked at Cyrus: "What good will it do you to join forces with Dumbledore? You can't kill me, and he can't give you anything on his own initiative!"

In his broad palm he held a tiny wand, the tip of which slid in an inviting gesture.

"Come here Cyrus, don't be stupid, you should stand with me! You are me! Together we can kill Dumbledore! Then no one in this world can stop us!"

"You are wrong, Tom," Dumbledore took a step forward. At least at this moment, he really trusted Cyrus without reservation. Because he stepped into the blue flame without hesitation! He was tall, and every step he took put great pressure on Voldemort, and the flames surrendered under his feet! "Cyrus is different from you, because he did not choose to follow the same path as you."

What matters is not what kind of person he is, but what kind of person he chooses to be.

"Let's stop here, Dumbledore. Take Harry back first." Cyrus was tired of the verbal battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort.

The two of them were destined to fail to convince each other, and any verbal battle would only be a waste of time.

But Harry - he doesn't look so good.

"Take Harry away, Pettigrew!" Voldemort lowered his voice and said to Peter Pettigrew without turning his head.

Pettigrew was stunned. He looked at the aggressive deans behind Cyrus and Sirius, who had long wanted to skin him alive. He immediately wilted, just like Ba Boben in Journey to the West.

"Ah, me?"

"Why, you have any objections? Why don't you stay and deal with Dumbledore and Cyrus?"

Pettigrew's head shrank, and he immediately said, "I will take Harry away, Master!"

He bound Harry with a spell, then grabbed the back of Harry's collar and was about to run out. Seeing this, Mag and the others chased after him without hesitation.

Cyrus, Dumbledore and Voldemort did not move. The three of them stood in a corner, waiting for the opportunity to attack.

Voldemort was under great pressure at the moment. It was hard to say whether he could preserve Lanlock's body in a two-on-one situation. As long as Cyrus and Dumbledore did not let him down, he would most likely not be able to keep the goblin's body.

Fortunately, now he knows where the ancient magic power in Lanlock comes from. Losing this body is not a big deal, the key is Harry. If that idiot Pettigrew can't keep Harry, then his road to resurrection will be full of twists and turns.

The three of them confronted each other for a while, and in the distance, in the snow-covered forest, the sound of a spell exploding could be heard! Dumbledore also took action!

He raised his hand and fired a golden spell. The spell shone with dazzling light, like a golden sun. The huge magic power bent the blue flame and smashed towards Voldemort like a running cannonball! Voldemort waved his hand violently, and the black air born from pain surged, like an endless night swallowing up the "sun" in one glance. Then, the black air turned into several black pythons, rushing towards Cyrus and Dumbledore.

Cyrus's magic wand quickly circled around him, and the flaming dragon that razed the castle to the ground stretched out its claws and pressed the black snake into the ground. The huge impact force instantly cracked the ground under his feet, and the bricks turned into powder! "God's Edge Without Shadow!"

The blades flew, but were all blocked in front of Voldemort.

On the other side, Pettigrew, who was fleeing with Harry, did not dare to stop for a moment. He rode a broom, constantly moving through the dense forest, while McGonagall and others followed far behind.

None of them brought a broom when they came out, and although Pettigrew's broom was an old style, it was still much faster than theirs.

"Put Harry down, you bastard!" Sirius greeted Pettigrew without hesitation. As he ran, he turned into a skinny black dog and ran wildly in the snow-covered jungle.

He is not as fast as Pettigrew, but he is more agile.

It was extremely difficult for Pettigrew to fly in the woods, not to mention that he was carrying Harry, a very dishonest boy.

Mag was too old to toss around like them. She waved her wand, and the thick snow beneath her feet suddenly rose up and turned into several white and crystal clear horses in front of them. They grabbed the reins and started chasing Pettigrew! The two sides kept casting spells, and everyone tried to stay as low as possible, fearing that they would be hit by the other's spell if they showed their heads.

Pettigrew was almost crazy. He kept casting killing curses behind him. The green spells were endless and they brushed past Sirius several times and fell into the ice and snow under his feet.

There were several times when his spell almost hit Flitwick, but fortunately Flitwick was short, so he avoided death. However, the white horse under him was not so lucky. It was hit by the spell and immediately lost all its life, breaking into a pile of snowflakes that could not be gathered together.

Flitwick rolled around in the snow in a panic and was completely buried.

The more Pettigrew ran, the more he felt that his chances of escape were increasing. An old-fashioned broom was extremely useful in such a situation!

"Avada Kedavra!"

Sirius found it difficult to fight back in his Animagus form, so Pettigrew fired another spell that exploded under his feet, sending ice and snow flying everywhere. Although Sirius was not hit, his feet were empty and he fell into the snow.

Pettigrew snorted in dissatisfaction, as if he regretted that he failed to hit the target, but this also created an opportunity for him.

Without hesitation, he stopped his broom, turned around and pointed his wand at Sirius.

"You want to fight me?!"

Sirius quickly changed back into human form and just as he took out his wand to fight Pettigrew to the death, he was hit by the Disarming Curse. The wand in his hand spun in a big circle in the air and disappeared into the snow.

"Hahaha, you're dead, Sirius!" Pettigrew laughed triumphantly.

God knows how long he has been waiting for this opportunity! Sirius wanted to kill him, so why didn't he want to solve this threat? "You've fallen into my hands, Sirius!"

"You despicable traitor!" Sirius looked at him with gritted teeth. The fact that he didn't have a wand in his hand did not make him surrender. To be honest, he wanted to bite Pettigrew to death directly. Only in this way could he feel relieved!

"Beast! Dirty, smelly rat!"

"Shut up!"

Without hesitation, Pettigrew cast the Cruciatus Curse on Sirius, who rolled on the ground in pain.

"What do you know? He'll kill me! I had no choice!"

"You deserve to die. I would rather die than betray my friend!"

Pettigrew cast a few more spells, and Sirius bit his lips tightly, his face was paler than the snow on the ground.

"stop!"

Seeing his godfather suffering, Harry struggled even more violently and hit Pettigrew with his stone head. Pettigrew hit him hard on the scar on his head with his elbow and knocked Harry unconscious.

Then he looked at Sirius, who was almost out of strength due to the pain, and a cruel smile appeared on his face.

"Don't say nice things, Sirius. I know you have always looked down on me! It was you who proposed the exchange of secret keepers, and it was you who killed James! Besides, you miss him so much, I will send you down to meet him now!"

His eyes were glowing red and his wand was glowing green!

"To pieces!"

A clear voice echoed in the woods, followed by a dazzling red light exploding!

Boom!!! The whole forest seemed to shake, and the wind from the explosion brought snowflakes that looked like sand on the ground, passing by Sirius' astonished eyes.

Pettigrew is dead—

In the distance, a red-haired girl riding a broom and holding a magic wand was very beautiful, but her face was as cold as iron.

Sirius could never have imagined that a little girl could cast such a powerful Shattering Curse. If those middle and lower level Death Eaters had such power, their casualties would have increased by at least 10%.

Next to her was a tall, thin, red-haired boy with freckles on his face, staring at the girl with his mouth wide open. Sirius recognized him: it was Ron, one of Harry's best friends and another Weasley.

"Are you crazy? What if you hit Harry?"

"I'm aiming!" Ginny glanced at him in dissatisfaction, then swooped down with the head of the rocket crossbow and picked up Harry who had fallen into the snow. Ron also quickly followed on his Nimbus 2000.

"Sorry, Sirius, we opened the gift you gave Harry and used it first." Ron said apologetically, even though it was Ginny who was riding the rocket crossbow.

"It's okay, thanks to you guys, otherwise Harry and I would be in danger."

Sirius stood up with difficulty and took Harry from Ginny: "Why are you here?"

"I tried to contact Cyrus, but I was still a little worried, and then Ginny came up with an idea." Ron said, looking up at the owl circling overhead.

He had come to me through the owl that Cyrus had sent.

Ginny ignored their conversation and looked at Black with a cold face: "Where is Cyrus?"

Thanks to Kopcn for the 100-point reward

(End of this chapter)