Cyrus didn't know whether Dumbledore had really let it go, but no matter what, he was willing to respect anyone's choice.

"Let's start the test, Mr. Sellers." Fitzgerald groaned, and then her figure disappeared in the portrait. Then, a high platform that Sellers had never noticed appeared in front of him. The platform was behind the principal's chair and could be reached by taking a spiral staircase.

There is a floating book on top.

"Why didn't I notice it last time I came here?"

"Because in addition to ancient magic, I also used some Muggle methods." Fitzgerald said softly.

After all, the fact that the test has reached this point is enough to prove that the person being tested has a talent for ancient magic, so the usual concealment spell is no longer necessary.

"This book looks like your diary." Dumbledore followed, "You need to go in with your memory."

He looked at Cyrus playfully, as if asking Cyrus whether he dared to do this, or whether he trusted him.

"If you mind, I can leave the principal's office and come back later."

"I don't mind you staying." Cyrus sneered. Although Dumbledore had many calculations, at least his character could be guaranteed. Moreover -

"If you're curious, I can take you in."

Cyrus picked up the book directly, and then the memories in the book, or the fairy tale of the trial seemed to come into reality all of a sudden. Dumbledore was shocked to find that his office had suddenly lost all its colors and turned into a black and white stick figure. Even the gorgeous phoenix looked like moving lines.

"How did you do that?"

It wasn't just Dumbledore who was dumbfounded, but Fitzgerald as well.

She left the test herself, but who would have thought that Cyrus would take control of the book, not only bringing Dumbledore into the test, but also bringing the world she created into reality! "What's so strange about this? I've been in the diary for almost fifty years." Cyrus shrugged, but that was all. Only the principal's office was affected by magic, and it was impossible for Cyrus to replace the entire world.

"Okay, let's get started!"

Cyrus waved his wand, and the distorted lines in the principal's office were wiped away, forming a new picture.

They seemed to be reborn in a cemetery, with twisted thorns growing all around them.

Below is a narrow road that leads to the gray and white village.

"Did you notice that we are like two silhouettes?" said Dumbledore in wonder, looking up like an impish child.

"Please be serious, Albus." Fitzgerald's voice rang in their ears. "Here, just like in the real world, death is everywhere."

"Death, you mean?" Dumbledore asked.

Cyrus clearly noticed that Dumbledore's fingers gripped the Elder Wand a little tighter. There was no fear on his face, but he wanted to test the power of Death.

However, since it is an illusion created by Fitzgerald, the god of death must not be able to surpass her own cognition, so it actually does not have much reference value.

"Ms. Fitzgerald, have you ever seen the Grim Reaper?"

"Here, you can call me Niofor." The headmistress said softly before answering, "I have not seen the appearance of the god of death with my own eyes, but through ancient magic and some of my experiences, I can indeed see some of his phantoms.

"Continue the trial and you will find out what happened. Now, you need to find my sleeping body and be careful not to be discovered by the God of Death. You'd better find a cloak."

After saying this, Niofor's voice seemed to disappear.

Cyrus and Dumbledore walked over the thorns and crossed a stone bridge. Under the stone bridge was a dry river. They saw a dilapidated village in the distance. What really frightened them was a huge black shadow wearing a hooded cloak. Under the cloak, there was no flesh and blood, only eerie white bones.

"Is this the Grim Reaper?"

The shadow was much bigger than the house, with its knuckles as tall as a person. Its hollow, eyeless eye sockets scanned the village, not sparing any life. And in the village, many black shadows about the same size as a person were wandering around.

Cyrus saw them throw out their chains, piercing the back of a villager and killing him.

"It looks a lot like the Killing Curse." Dumbledore said. He felt that people who were killed by the chains of the Grim Reaper looked very similar to those who were killed by the Killing Curse, equally empty and numb.

"Maybe this spell was left by the god of death." Cyrus said softly. He cast an illusion spell on himself and continued, "Let's go. First find the invisibility cloak, and then look for Niofor."

The two of them moved forward invisibly. Both of them had very advanced Disillusionment Charms, especially Dumbledore. Cyrus even felt that after casting the Disillusionment Charm, he was no different from wearing the cloak of Death.

"But can't we just kill them directly?" Cyrus asked.

"It's better not to do this." Dumbledore shook his head. "I don't think we are ready to face Death directly."

At least not in the story Fitzgerald prepared.

"I'd really like to know what mistakes the people in this village made to deserve being targeted by the god of death?" Dumbledore asked puzzledly, but no one answered this question.

For the two magic masters, the first test was easy. It didn't take them long to find the cloak, and then deceive the gaze of the god of death and reach the end of the first level.

The lines in the picture disappeared again, turning back into a world full of black spots, as if a lot of ink was splashed on a piece of white paper.

Then, a gray square altar appeared out of thin air in front of their eyes. On the altar, a slender magic wand was suspended. It was surrounded by black, dense and sharp lines, which seemed to be glowing.

Niofor's cold voice sounded again:

"Take up the wand before you, and do not waste its extraordinary power."

Cyrus and Dumbledore approached, and Dumbledore looked at the wand in surprise, then lowered his head and raised the one in his hand.

"You already have one, do you mind letting me take it?" Although Cyrus was asking, his hand had already reached out for the drawn old wand.

"Please." Dumbledore naturally had no reason to stop him, as this was originally a test for Cyrus.

Cyrus grasped the Elder Wand.

It was as if a spring suddenly opened up in the chest, and boiling hot springs gushed out continuously.

He looked at Dumbledore, and an impulse surged in his heart - maybe, he might not be Dumbledore's opponent now? ! However, Cyrus did not try. No matter how strong the power in the trial was, it was fake. What's more, if two people had the Elder Wand at the same time, it meant that neither of them had it. The magical power in Cyrus' body was still far behind Dumbledore.

After picking up the wand, the image in front of them changed again. This time they were not in a village, but seemed to be in an ancient castle community. It was in ruins everywhere, and the shadow of death shrouded the surroundings.

"It looks like we have to fight this time." Dumbledore already understood the content of the trial.

Cloak, wand, and the resurrection stone are next, but Fitzgerald lets Cyrus experience the power of the Deathly Hallows one by one. What is his intention? But no matter what, Cyrus has taken the lead in attacking. He took a big step and cast a spell. The powerful force made the world of the trial tremble, and the enemies painted in black were also shattered into pieces under this blow!

Of course, there are still many enemies.

Those followers of the god of death came in large numbers like a swarm of locusts, bringing death and despair.

However, under the invincible magic and wands of Cyrus and Dumbledore, it was just an insignificant obstacle.

The magical power of both of them far exceeded that of ordinary people. After casting spells, they wiped out a large group of enemies in an instant.

The two walked slowly forward until they came to a wide platform and looked death in the eye!

The huge black shadow was beneath the gray lines, and its empty eyes were as silent as a black hole. Even though Cyrus and Dumbledore knew that it was just a figment of their imagination, they couldn't help but feel palpitations.

The god of death is death itself.

How can such an enemy be eliminated? "Immortality is by no means a victory over death. On the contrary, I believe that those who pursue immortality are always prisoners of death," said Dumbledore. "They are shrouded in the shadow of death and live in fear all day long."

He was just short of naming Voldemort.

Cyrus didn't comment, and he didn't want to die either. It was hard to say whether Dumbledore had scolded him as well.

But then again, although Cyrus didn't want to die, survival was just the instinct of life, and he was not afraid of death.

He and Dumbledore took a step forward together and raised their wands at the same time, the tips of their wands pointing not at the servants of Death, but at Death himself!

Black lightning and black fire exploded at the same time!

Even Neopher probably didn't expect that Cyrus and Dumbledore would actually drag the Grim Reaper directly into the battlefield. The huge shadow was struck by lightning, piercing through the Grim Reaper's robe and was ignited by the flames. The eerie bones seemed to become fuel for the flames. The voids and the blacks were so clear.

However, the Grim Reaper did not seem to be traumatized by this. It waved its huge palm, and a huge amount of magic power surged, transforming into a group of wrapped undead warriors that appeared in front of Cyrus and Dumbledore.

Obviously, this fake god of death in the picture book does not have the power to fight directly. All it can do is add dozens of enemies to Cyrus and Dumbledore.

In response, Dumbledore simply waved his wand, and like a cowboy swinging a rope, he threw out a ball of fire. The flames instantly became a huge tornado, like a gorgeous flower in full bloom!

But the flower has no color in this world, only merciless heat remains, burning the corpses of the dead!

Cyrus also rolled up thunderclouds, and he fully exerted the power of ancient magic, smashing the body of the undead giant that was still moving forward in the flames into pieces.

The two of them spent some effort and finally passed the second trial unscathed.

Death disappeared quietly, leaving behind the path leading to the final trial.

This time, Cyrus picked up the Resurrection Stone, but of course not the one he originally owned.

"With the three Deathly Hallows, you can now be said to be the master of death." Dumbledore murmured, "I once sought this power with a friend. How do you feel?"

"It's just false power." Cyrus didn't care.

But this is just a test for Fitzgerald. After all, even if you really collect the three holy artifacts, can you really become the master of the god of death? Or is it just a puppet of the god of death, a toy to be fooled? "How about you give me your wand, so that I can try what kind of power the real Elder Wand has?"

"As long as you can defeat me, it will naturally recognize you as its master."

Dumbledore changed the subject. He certainly couldn't give the Elder Wand to Cyrus. Otherwise, without the Elder Wand, his deterrent effect on Voldemort and Cyrus wouldn't be that obvious. They passed through the village. This time, they didn't see the shadow of the Grim Reaper. The faces of the people in the village were filled with grief and sorrow. From their conversation, Cyrus and Dumbledore understood what they were going to do, or what they had done before.

——Use the Resurrection Stone to revive Fitzgerald.

They succeeded, but they also failed.

Fitzgerald, who woke up from the coffin, was just a phantom of the past, like a clone with no emotions or soul but only memories.

Her body changed from a white stick figure to a black silhouette like Cyrus and Dumbledore, speaking like a machine.

"That's why this village was targeted by the god of death in the end." She said, "I was resurrected through the power of the Deathly Hallows, thinking that I could become the master of the god of death, but in fact it brought disaster.

"Death will not take action directly, but he will always take life in an unfortunate way."

Fitzgerald fixed his eyes on Cyrus. "What I want to tell you is that even a powerful force can only bring misfortune if it is used without restraint. This is true for the Deathly Hallows and ancient magic."

The next journey is one that Dumbledore cannot accompany.

Cyrus came to the huge stone statue alone. Everything here, including the meditation bowl under the statue, looked like a simple drawing.

The statue shed white tears. Cyrus took out the token from the Pensieve and began to look through Fitzgerald's memories.

In memory, Fitzgerald was worried about Morgana's magic.

Cyrus clearly noticed that in Rookwood's memory, Morgana performed that kind of magic just to help others, but now she was intoxicated by the pleasure of increased power. This witch who was originally grateful has slowly begun to change, becoming paranoid and extreme, and her desire for power surpasses everything! Cyrus felt more and more that his plan to use Voldemort's soul as a carrier of emotions was the right choice.

I will use the power and you will bear the side effects!

(End of this chapter)