A wizard with a hideous scar on his face and a stern look on his face walked towards Cyrus with several people.

His target was very clear, it was obvious that he was coming for Cyrus.

Graves frowned on his somewhat serious face, turned around and looked at the person who came, and turned his body at a slight angle towards Cyrus, protecting Cyrus behind him.

"What do you want to do, O'Brien?" There was anger in Graves' voice, as if he didn't expect the other party to appear here and attack Cyrus.

"Of course I want to see whether the so-called successor is worthy of the title." O'Brien had a gloomy face, and behind him were all the wizards who were dissatisfied with Cyrus's appointment as Ilvermorny.

In fact, these few people are just the tip of the iceberg. Throughout the entire MACUS, there are many people who have opinions on this matter. However, due to the "death" of Nurmengard and Grindelwald, and Bella's involvement, the MACUS has not focused on Cyrus during this period. And O'Brien obviously knew that Cyrus would come to the MACUS, so he had been waiting here in advance.

"What do you mean?"

Graves was not very happy. He certainly understood what O'Brien meant.

Cyrus looked young. Although he was the heir of Slytherin, he was still a young boy who came out of nowhere and became the headmaster of Ilvermorny. How could people accept this? More importantly, Cyrus was from England.

If a wizard from any of the magical regimes in North America took up the position of principal, I'm sure the people in Congress wouldn't be so excited. After all, Ilvermorny is a North American school. The young wizards from the three magical regimes grew up together and were very close.

But what about Cyrus?

A British wizard, even if he is orthodox in terms of blood, is still an outsider after all.

Not to mention O'Brien, even Graves himself actually had doubts about Cyrus. The United States was different from the United Kingdom. Wizards here didn't care that much about bloodline, because if you really want to trace it back, almost all wizards in North America came from Europe.

From this point of view, Cyrus's identity as a descendant of Slytherin is actually not important, and can even be said to be a debuff.

"The person who made this decision was Professor Booth." Graves said firmly. He took a step forward and stood in front of O'Brien like a wall. The two people's eyes collided and sparks seemed to pop out of their eyes!

"You should know that now is not the time to talk about this!" Graves gritted his teeth.

For him, the exchange of the headmaster of Ilvermorny is far less important than Grindelwald's matter. Half a century ago, Grindelwald disguised himself as his ancestor and lurked in the Magic Congress. This incident brought shame to his family. From that time on, the shame has been nailed to this surname! Now, Grindelwald is suspected of faking his death to escape from Nurmengard, and he is proving his family's name!

To this end, Graves did not hesitate to use Butt, trying to use the identity of the old principal to suppress O'Brien.

Boot has a lot of say in North America. After all, he is an old headmaster who has watched the young wizards in the school grow up over the years. Now almost three quarters of the administrative staff in the Magic Congress are his students, and the remaining quarter are his peers.

Graves and O'Brien were also students of Bute.

O'Brien was indeed moved for a moment, but he quickly put the emotion aside, so quickly that his expression barely changed at all.

"Even if the professor agrees, we won't agree!" O'Brien said stiffly, "Not all of the four founders of Ilvermorny are from Britain, not to mention that even Esther Sayer severed her ties with Slytherin and fled to North America.

"What really makes Ilvermorny great is never the bloodline of Slytherin, but every wizard who has walked out of Ilvermorny in the past three hundred years! They are the ones who are fighting against the Scourers and Grindelwald with their lives! Not Slytherin!"

O'Brien's voice became louder and louder. After each sentence, he took a step towards Graves until he was almost close to Graves. His expression was stiff, his facial muscles were tightly stretched, and his hideous scar looked like a twisting centipede!

Graves seemed to have forgotten how to speak, and looked at O'Brien with astonishment in his brown eyes. He didn't expect O'Brien to be so tough. At this moment, the only thing he remembered was to draw out his wand to prevent Cyrus from clashing with O'Brien.

But O'Brien was a little faster than him, and his rough hands grabbed Graves's hand before Graves pulled out his wand, and the two of them were in a stalemate. The air seemed to be frozen for a few seconds.

Catherine's eyes widened, her bright mouth opened, and her hands clenched and then opened again, as if she wanted to do something to prevent Graves and O'Brien from really fighting, but she didn't have the courage to move forward.

As for Cyrus, his expression was calm, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his red-gold eyes saw everything, as if he was just an outsider.

"snort!"

After a moment, O'Brien exhaled heavily, then pushed Graves away forcefully and came in front of Cyrus.

Cyrus raised his chin, looking relaxed, even contemptuous, with a smile on his face, as if waiting for O'Brien's next move.

O'Brien is very tall.

Cyrus was over 1.8 meters tall, about the same height as Dumbledore, but O'Brien was almost half a head taller than Cyrus. His body bulged under his windbreaker, and he was as strong as an orangutan! This comparison made Catherine, who was standing aside and a little overwhelmed, a little worried that Cyrus, who had a well-proportioned figure, might be hit in the head by O'Brien's fist!

Of course, if O'Brien was really stupid enough to use his fists to fight Cyrus, O'Brien's hand would definitely be the first to break.

But O'Brien didn't do that.

He said half-threateningly: "The snakewood wand does belong to Slytherin, you can take it. But Ilvermorny has nothing to do with Slytherin! I hope you will resign from the position of headmaster immediately, return it to Mr. Boot, and leave the United States. Otherwise, I will arrest you according to the law!"

He used both power and kindness, and even promised to let Cyrus take the serpentwood wand. People who didn't know him would think he was a good person! But in fact, the serpentwood wand didn't belong to him or Ilvermorny. It was the wand stolen by Isolt, and it was only natural to return it to Cyrus. But in O'Brien's mouth, it became his generous charity.

It's just hilarious!

Cyrus did laugh, his head bowed, his shoulders heaving as if he had heard a funny joke.

This attitude obviously annoyed O'Brien and the wizards who came with him. They were all very annoyed and wanted to poke their wands into Cyrus' eyes immediately! "O'Brien, why bother talking to this guy! He's just a little devil!"

"That's right. I think not only should he give up his position as headmaster, but he should also not be allowed to take the wand with him! Although the snakewood wand originally belonged to Slytherin, it has been marked with the mark of Ilvermorny for three hundred years. Naturally, it belongs to Ilvermorny!"

"Besides, he doesn't even have a wand license, so it's reasonable to arrest him as a criminal." The wizard said as he took out his wand and pointed it at Cyrus! The next moment, a red light pierced into the eyes of every wizard who stopped to watch.

The red spell streaked across the hall of the Magic Congress like a meteor, hitting the back of the wizard who pointed his wand at Cyrus! "Faint!"

The clear and angry voice echoed in the Capitol Hall, attracting everyone's attention.

O'Brien did not expect that his partner would be knocked down from behind. He turned around hastily and saw a beautiful black-haired witch approaching angrily with a magic wand in her hand.

She raised her chin and held her wand above her head, like a venomous snake that had stared at its prey and raised its upper body!

"How dare you!" Bella's eyes seemed to be filled with blood!

How dare those bug-like creatures raise their wands against their master? How dare they challenge the dignity of the Dark Lord? She seemed to have turned back into the crazy Bella, who only wanted to chop off the heads of these disrespectful people one by one, and then hang them on the gate of the Magic Congress like house elves!

But she didn't do that, and didn't even acknowledge Cyrus.

"How dare you commit a crime in the Magic Congress?" Bella did not get angry because she knew she could not ruin Cyrus' plan because of her emotions. Now was not the time for her to reveal her identity.

So she walked closer and put the blame on O'Brien before he could.

This left O'Brien, who was originally planning to hold Bella accountable, with no chance to speak. The big man paused for a moment before saying, "I am only arresting a criminal without a license in accordance with the law."

"I'm sorry, I think one of the reasons why Mr. Cyrus came to the Magic Congress was to apply for a certificate." Bella stared at him and asked aggressively, "I'm afraid the license is just a lie of yours. The real purpose is to deliberately make things difficult for me, right?"

"This matter has nothing to do with you." O'Brien did not give in at all.

“Get out of the way!”

Bella seemed to want to say something, but Cyrus reached out and held her shoulders.

"Thank you for your help, beautiful lady, but let me handle this on my own."

Cyrus did not reveal Bella's identity. He walked in front of O'Brien, as if he was looking at a giant ant. Even the questions he asked were so contemptuous, as if he never took O'Brien seriously.

"Who are you?"

"O'Brien! Don't you understand after hearing this last name? Just based on you - um -" The one who answered Cyrus was not O'Brien himself, but a wizard behind him. However, before he could finish his words, his mouth seemed to be glued shut and he couldn't open it! Cyrus didn't even look at the wizard, but just said with a little annoyance: "I'm not talking to you, sir, you are so rude."

He only showed a little caution, but O'Brien's eyes widened.

Because he was standing right in front of Cyrus, he could see everything Cyrus did clearly. But the young wizard didn't say a spell, didn't wave his wand, or even make a gesture, and just passed him and cast a curse! He took a step back cautiously, raised his wand and pointed it at the wizard with his mouth glued together:

"Stop the curse immediately!"

A beam of golden light shot out, and in an instant, the wizard's mouth seemed to be violently torn apart from two different directions, the fragile skin of his lips was torn, and his mouth was full of shocking blood! The wizard almost dropped his eyes in pain, and covered his mouth with both hands, letting the blood flow out from his fingertips.

O'Brien was an Auror after all, so he was not frightened by the scene. However, he did not expect that his method of removing the curse would have no effect. Even after the wizard's mouth was forcibly torn open, it was immediately put together again by the power of magic.

The bloody flesh touched each other, as if his upper and lower lips were one body.

In addition to being annoyed at not being able to break Cyrus' spell, O'Brien was actually surprised! He never thought that Cyrus would dare to do it!

"You dare to attack an Auror?!"

Catherine, who was standing behind Cyrus, reached out and tugged at his sleeve with an anxious look on her face.

"You're crazy, don't piss him off! O'Brien is the most powerful of the Aurors! No dark wizard has ever escaped from him!" She was worried and wanted to persuade Cyrus to admit his mistake, but how could Cyrus bow his head? "You're the one who's looking for trouble with me, sir." Cyrus said a little unhappily.

What he hates most is people who want to do bad things and then turn the tables on others.

"Don't you think it's unreasonable, Mr. O'Brien? The former headmaster of Ilvermorny agreed to let me take over, and the students and professors of the school are willing to accept me and think that I can lead them to glory. Even the school itself recognizes my magic. But you——"

Cyrus squinted his eyes, as if he was looking at a bug that had crawled out from some crack.

"Who are you?"

"What qualifications do you have to question me?"

O'Brien immediately blushed and felt humiliated.

"The family name you are so proud of is nothing in my eyes." Cyrus' words were very soft, but they could reach the ears of everyone in the Magic Congress. More and more people came here, and it seemed that all the wizards in the building had gathered here.

Those clear words pierced O'Brien's fragile self-esteem like a knife!

Then, Cyrus changed the subject and suddenly laughed: "I'll give you one chance."

He handed the wand in his hand to Bella, spread out his hands, and stood in front of O'Brien as if defenseless, and said generously: "You can come together. As for me, since there is no wand permission, I can go empty-handed."

"Arrogant!" O'Brien was already blinded by anger. In his opinion, Cyrus was simply a lunatic! Not only did he attack the Auror of the Ministry of Magic, but he also humiliated him!

At this moment, this guy even put down his wand. What's the difference between this and being killed? O'Brien will not miss this opportunity!

He wanted Cyrus, the man who humiliated him, to pay with his life! But O'Brien was more cautious than he seemed. He had not forgotten how Cyrus had cast the evil curse in front of him without anyone noticing. O'Brien had no confidence that he could win by himself.

So he raised his wand high and pointed it at the dome of the ceiling, attracting everyone's attention.

"Everyone!" O'Brien's eyes were bloodshot, "This man defied the MACUS and attacked the Aurors in the MACUS. Let's take him down together!"

As he spoke, he lowered his raised wand, and the tip of the wand emitted a red light. Behind him, the Aurors who were with him also raised their wands.

At the same time, many people stood out from the bustling crowd.

Some of them wanted to curry favor with the O'Brien family, and some were originally dissatisfied with Cyrus' appointment as the headmaster of Ilvermorny. Now that O'Brien took the lead, those dissatisfactions turned into actual actions, becoming glowing wands! Katherine and Graves were a little panicked, and the former even wanted to pull Cyrus away, but Bella had absolute confidence in Cyrus.

She gave a contemptuous laugh, then grabbed Katherine and Graves, pulling them both away from Cyrus.

"What are you doing? He will be killed!"

Catherine watched in horror as the spells condensed at the tip of the wand. The lights looked like stars!

But Cyrus just stood there and did nothing.

If a person is hit by dozens of spells at the same time, even if it is just a stun spell, the shock wave generated is enough to put him in danger!

"Shut up and just watch!" Bella yelled.

The next moment, her voice was drowned out by the spell.

"Fainted!"

Dozens of sounds overlapped together, like a huge wave! "Boom!"

Cyrus' figure disappeared in the red light.

Catherine and Graves were almost blinded by the light of the spell. The light pierced into their pupils and instantly stole everyone's attention.

The hall of the Magic Congress suddenly fell into silence.

"Is he dead?"

It was unknown how long it was before Catherine opened her eyes.

In front of her, a tall figure stood.

Cyrus patted his sleeves and laughed contemptuously: "That's it?"

"Just a grain of sand, not even half as good as me!"

(End of this chapter)