Ginny asked coldly. The indifferent tone made Sirius stunned for a moment.
Why does this girl not look like she is here to help? Instead, it looks like she is going to open Cyrus's skull and save him and Harry in the process.
Ron blinked his lips, but still didn't say anything to persuade him.
After all, if Harry suddenly became very close to Neville one day and ignored him and kept all the secrets from him, he would also be angry.
"He's fighting You-Know-Who," Sirius replied.
The anger on Ginny's face was instantly replaced by worry, and her rosy face turned pale.
"The mysterious man? Will he be in danger?" Ginny asked anxiously.
Ron couldn't help but shudder when he heard the name.
"Danger?"
Sirius couldn't help rolling his eyes as the images flashed through his mind of Cyrus and Dumbledore surrounding Voldemort one after the other, a dragon made of blue flames razing the castle to the ground with one strike, and Voldemort's stern look.
"How could he be in any danger? Dumbledore is here too. I've never seen the You-Know-Who look so miserable."
Hearing this, Ginny and Ron both breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, McGonagall and the others who had fallen behind also arrived. They looked at Sirius holding the unconscious Harry in his arms, and then saw Ginny and Ron. Their faces changed again and again.
"Is Harry okay?" McGonagall asked tremblingly. She was afraid of hearing some bad news.
And she had heard too much of this news during the war years.
"It's okay, I just passed out."
"That's good." Mag and the others were finally relieved. "Where's Pettigrew? Did he escape?"
"Petiger?" Sirius looked towards the snow with a strange look, causing Magg and Flitwick to look at him sideways.
"He's everywhere now."
McGonagall: ??? Then Sirius told her what had just happened. McGonagall was terrified and looked at Ron and Ginny sternly.
"You are so reckless! What if something unexpected happens?!" she said angrily, "Twenty points deducted from Gryffindor!"
Ron immediately wilted like an eggplant hit by frost when he heard that. He wanted to argue, but seeing McGonagall's expression, he didn't dare to say anything.
Twenty points were deducted at once, and he didn't know how long Hermione would scold him when she came back.
McGonagall let out a long breath from her nose, and suddenly changed her tone: "But because of your bravery, you saved Harry and Sirius, and you get fifty points. Everyone!"
"Really?" Ron's eyes lit up.
"And for your loyalty, I will give you another twenty points." Dean Sprout said as he helped Harry apply the herbs.
"I have ten points here, specifically for the Shattering Spell." Flitwick also said, looking at Ginny with a smile on his face.
Last year he saw Ginny's talent and invited her to sit in on his club, but Ginny never went once.
But he still reminded:
"That spell was used well, but don't use it next time."
The Crushing Spell is a dark magic.
Ron's mouth was almost split with laughter after adding more than 100 points to his house. Ginny didn't care about the score, her eyes were full of worry.
"Professor, let's go help Mr. Cyrus!" Ginny said anxiously.
McGonagall also suddenly thought of another battlefield. Unlike Sirius, she did not trust Cyrus too much. If Cyrus and Voldemort joined forces, Dumbledore's situation would be very bad.
She glanced at Ginny, but didn't voice her concerns. She just said tactfully, "We have to go back immediately. Perhaps Dumbledore needs our help. Children, you have to go back to school first!"
"No, I won't go back!" Ginny said stubbornly. Children of her age never want to be treated as children. "I can fight too! I even killed Pettigrew!"
Harry and Ron came here in the same way.
"I won't go back either." Ron's teeth were chattering with fear, but he also shook his head, "We have to go help Cyrus. If it weren't for him, Harry would be in danger."
"Can fight? Against whom?" McGonagall rolled her eyes in annoyance. The only enemy left now was Voldemort, and Ginny couldn't even block the aftermath of the curse with just her two moves.
To be honest, if she really had to face Voldemort, even she herself would be a burden.
But the two children did not retreat, leaving her at a loss as to what to do. She couldn't just tie them up here, right?
Sirius fished his wand out of the snow and glanced in the direction they came from: "No movement over there."
Only then did Mag notice that the bombing-like explosions that had been going on for a long time in the direction of the castle had subsided at some point.
Is the battle over? She was a little worried.
"Okay, let's go over and take a look. Sirius, you take them back to school." McGonagall said without letting anyone refuse.
Sirius had the same idea. He had to take Harry back. He couldn't just let go of Harry and then send him to Voldemort, right?
He conjured up a rope and tied Harry, Ginny and Ron together.
"How could you do this to me? I saved you!" Ginny was furious.
"I'm saving you now too. You haven't seen what the mysterious man is capable of, kid!" Sirius said softly.
"Zombies are floating."
As soon as the spell was cast, the three little ghosts suddenly turned into zombies. Sirius raised his wand and they floated up like wooden boards. Sirius rode on the broom and went his separate ways with Magg and the others.
McGonagall lowered her gray-green wizard hat and returned to Rookwood Castle with Flitwick and the others. However, to their surprise, Cyrus and Dumbledore, who were originally there, had disappeared.
"Where are they?" Flitwick carefully avoided the flames and looked around for the three people.
"What's that?" Pomona Sprout was the first to notice something was wrong.
It was a lonely door. Its color was dark blue, blending with the flames, so Flitwick didn't notice it for a moment.
"The traces are revealed." Mag shook her wand, and three chaotic footprints appeared, finally pointing to the depths of the door. "It looks like they all went in there."
"Let's go too." Flitwick was fully prepared. He was full of fighting spirit and looked like a tough fighter!
The three of them immediately followed the footprints and walked inside.
This door looked like a teleportation spell, and behind the door was a strange space. After they walked in, an ancient and magnificent palace immediately appeared before their eyes.
The magnificent scene shocked them. Even Hogwarts looked inferior to it.
The three of them kept walking inside and saw that the rock pillars with carved beams and painted rafters and gold edges were shattered into pieces by the spell, some of them standing up in pieces, and some simply fell to the ground.
In addition to these, there were many stone warriors falling to the ground, losing their magical powers.
Mag's eyes seemed to glow after seeing this.
There are many stone warriors like this in Hogwarts. Mag knows that those stone warriors can also protect Hogwarts. She has long wanted to cast that kind of spell. Otherwise, she would not have left a huge wizard chess as a guard level for the Philosopher's Stone two years ago.
And in the deepest part of the cave, Cyrus' battle with Voldemort continued.
Voldemort summoned a giant Pensieve Guard and smashed it towards Cyrus and Dumbledore.
"To pieces!"
Cyrus shook his wrist and smashed the guard to pieces! The annihilated sand blew in his face like a gray wind, like a light gauze. Voldemort cast a few more spells, cutting the gauze, and slashed at Cyrus with the sharp blade! Dumbledore swung the tongue of fire, and the gorgeous flames covered the entire cave in an instant.
Gublerite fairy fire! The bright red devil flame bloomed in Voldemort's hand, like a ball of blood!
Three different kinds of flames constantly interweave in this trial ground, like a converging sea of flames.
Cyrus stepped into the fire, and the flames under his feet all separated, even the fierce fire cast by Voldemort surrendered in front of him. He swung spells in his hands, and every blow shook the basement.
Cyrus and Dumbledore joined forces and cooperated with each other perfectly, forcing Voldemort to retreat again and again.
The goblin armor on his body was beaten to pieces. Cyrus's spell was very powerful because it combined the magic of ancient magic. Not to mention Dumbledore, his own magic power was very powerful. With the power of the Elder Wand, he was like a demon king! "Give up, Tom. You will definitely fail today." Dumbledore fought and advanced. He was aggressive and beat Voldemort so hard that he couldn't raise his head.
Cyrus felt that he was a little redundant standing here.
He looked inside a little, intending to withdraw and complete his own trial.
Although it is a trial, it is actually just to obtain Rookwood's memories. Most people dare not look at the Pensieve in this situation, but Cyrus is different. He only needs to obtain the memories and he can watch them directly in his brain.
He withdrew directly and handed the battlefield to Dumbledore.
Dumbledore noticed this, but didn't say much. In fact, they could have escaped long ago, but Dumbledore didn't want to see Voldemort using the goblin's body.
Why would Voldemort be so eager to get a new body unless his body was broken into pieces?
After Cyrus left the battlefield, he came to the place where Rookwood stored his memories. The huge sculpture reached the top of the dome. After sensing Cyrus' arrival, the sculpture's left eye glowed faintly and a silver tear shed.
After the tears fell, they turned into a ball of light. Cyrus caught the ball of light of memory, which was not only a memory, but also a keepsake.
He tapped lightly and the memory opened up.
It was still Morgana's memory. This time, Morgana invited four guardians to her home to witness the miracle of Morgana removing the pain from her father's heart.
This move surprised the four guardians. They were happy about Morgana's talent, but also worried about this kind of magic.
Is it really a good thing for a person to be stripped of pain?
And using this power is even more dangerous!
Cyrus remained silent and quietly read this memory.
He understood the purpose of the guardians leaving this memory. They wanted to use Morgana's example to warn the next guardian, but this method can only guard against gentlemen and not villains.
For Cyrus, he would not give up this power, and it was impossible for him to give it up.
After all, even if it is not the power of magic, even if ordinary people hold guns and swords, their mentality will be completely different.
Cyrus' own soul was extremely powerful, and since most of Voldemort's soul fragments were now in his hands, he could control this power while keeping his own soul intact.
The memory ended and Cyrus opened his eyes.
The battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort finally ended. The old man, who was over a hundred years old, smashed half of Voldemort's body.
Voldemort abandoned the goblin's broken body and once again turned into a humble black mist.
Now that things have become like this, Dumbledore can no longer do anything to Voldemort. Dumbledore is not disappointed at all about this, or rather, he had already expected it.
"What a mess, Voldemort." Cyrus laughed, "Look at you, what else is there in your life except failure?"
"Failure? I have never failed! But you, do you think you are better than me?" Voldemort sneered, "Do you really think Dumbledore will trust you? This time he just wants to use your power. Think about it, if he gets rid of me, what will he do to you?"
Voldemort asked back.
Cyrus didn't answer, but just sneered.
Cyrus didn't really care what Dumbledore's attitude towards him was. As long as he completed the trial and completely gained the power of ancient magic, he naturally didn't need to care about Dumbledore.
As for now, it was enough as long as Dumbledore didn't stop him from continuing the trial.
Dumbledore obviously already knew that he was conducting the Trials of Ancient Magic, and Ms. Fitzgerald did not hide this from Dumbledore because of Cyrus's somewhat sensitive identity.
But Dumbledore never mentioned anything from beginning to end, which was obviously an attitude of tacit approval.
"Cyrus, the third trial will be held in the principal's office. However, as the principal of Hogwarts, I cannot allow a wanted criminal like you to enter the school at will." Dumbledore teased.
This is obviously a reminder.
"Though I don't think I'll be in the Headmaster's office at the next Quidditch match."
"Aren't you worried?" Cyrus raised his eyebrows.
"I don't think I have the power to stop anyone from pursuing knowledge as long as he is willing to take the right path." Dumbledore smiled lightly.
Cyrus didn't intend to lie, but gave Dumbledore a warning: "I can't guarantee it."
Dumbledore didn't care. He looked up and saw McGonagall and others rushing over in the distance. He happily went to greet them, leaving Cyrus with only a puzzled sentence: "I heard from Snape that you've been to Godric's Hollow?" Dumbledore blinked and held up a finger.
"The last enemy to be destroyed is death."
(End of this chapter)