"You are just a grain of sand, not even half as good as me."

Cyrus stood in the explosion and reached out to gently flick away the dust on his body.

The spells cast by dozens of elite Aurors together seemed lighter than dust to him.

What's even more terrifying is that everyone present could see that Cyrus was not pretending. The spell that was enough to put a person into a permanent sleep had no effect at all on Cyrus, like a drop in the ocean, without causing any ripples at all.

Even his hair was not messy, and his suit was still as straight as at the beginning, without a single wrinkle.

Catherine's eyes widened, and she thought she saw a god.

"Is he a dragon?"

All the wizards present opened their mouths as if they had seen a monster.

The only thing that came to their mind at this moment was the fire dragon! The skin of this magical animal has extremely strong magic resistance, which can make many magics invalid.

"A fire dragon? How can such a lowly beast compare to him?!" Bella's face flushed, and her eyes were full of madness and admiration as she looked at Cyrus. She seemed to be looking at a god. Witnessing the miracle with her own eyes made her reach the peak directly, and even her breathing became heavier! And as she said, even a fire dragon could not have its body remain unshaken after being hit by dozens of spells. Not to mention that every one of the people who cast the spell just now was a top Auror! No one noticed the strangeness of Bella's expression at the moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on Cyrus.

This power was beyond their imagination.

Cyrus stood alone in front of hundreds of wizards, looking so small, as if he could be drowned by the crowd at any time.

But he also made people feel very tall, his upright body seemed to be a pillar supporting the sky and the earth! The important members of the Magic Congress looked at Cyrus, their sight lines were obviously at almost the same level, but in their hearts they always had the illusion of looking up at the mountains.

Especially those who had just attacked Cyrus, each of them seemed to be shrouded in fear. Under the gaze of Cyrus's red-gold eyes, it was as if a huge mountain was pressing on their shoulders! Sweat flowed down O'Brien's forehead, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

His pupils shrank, and the Cyrus reflected in his eyes was no longer handsome, but a hideous monster!

Now, the monster moves!

Cyrus took a few steps forward as if he was taking a leisurely stroll. His footsteps were light, but in O'Brien's eyes they were very heavy. Those footsteps were like those of a giant walking on ice skates. Every step closer left a hole of fear in his heart.

When Cyrus walked up to him, O'Brien's heart was already broken.

"I don't know if you are brave or stupid enough to challenge me."

There was no smile on Cyrus' face. His eyes swept across the wizards in the hall of the Magic Congress. All the wizards who were swept by his gaze lowered their heads involuntarily as if they were under a spell, as if only in this way could they avoid the gaze that was powerful enough to penetrate them.

Cyrus saw the current President of Congress and several followers running hurriedly towards him from a distance, seemingly intending to stop the commotion.

However, it was obviously impossible to ask Cyrus to stop at this moment.

He laughed coldly and raised his left hand. The electric current in his palm was like a group of dancing snakes.

The next moment, the magic power in Cyrus's hands exploded!

"boom!!!"

The huge impact force spread violently in all directions with Cyrus as the center.

The air in the Magic Congress seemed to be distorted all of a sudden, and the translucent shock wave took on substance like a water wave!

O'Brien, who was closest to Cyrus, immediately felt a huge force hitting his chest head-on, as if a high-speed train had hit his chest heavily, and the huge tension almost crushed him! Under this force, the blood in his body surged in all directions, as if it had turned into countless arrows, shattering his blood vessels and piercing his skin! "Snap!"

Like a balloon filled with water, O'Brien exploded instantly! Blood spread to one side like a crescent moon, and like a rainstorm, it hit the face of the oncoming Congress President, turning him into a bloody man.

Before Kou Haog even had time to think about what this thing was, the space in front of him had already distorted.

The impact force, like a huge wave, reached him in an instant. Kou Haoge had no time to react and was knocked unconscious by the impact force. He flew backwards and almost lost consciousness.

Not only him, but all the members of the Magic Congress who were surrounding here, except Bella Katherine and Graves, were impacted by this force. For a moment, the entire Congress hall was like a plate of overturned dumplings, with human figures everywhere.

The snakewood wand in Bella's hand suddenly seemed to come alive, raised its small dark green head, and opened an invisible barrier.

Several people almost hit the dome of the Magic Congress, and then fell down in a mess like rain, either hitting the ground heavily and breaking a few bones, or simply hanging on the wall decorations, like a cat with its neck pinched.

"Sorry, I think I accidentally went too far and several people died." Cyrus apologized but his tone was nonchalant.

He looked at the wizards who were already prostrating themselves in front of him, and his words were full of mockery: "It is very difficult to master the strength to step over ants without crushing them to death."

The president of the Magic Congress, Cole Haug, was like the moon, the half facing Cyrus was completely covered in blood, but the back was clean. At this moment, he lay on the ground with a twisted body, looking at Cyrus with difficulty and anger.

Of all the wizards present, except O'Brien and the wizards who had come to trouble Cyrus at the beginning, no other deaths could be confirmed. At least no one was as miserable as O'Brien and the others. The whole person exploded directly, blood splattered, bones and flesh turned into mud, leaving only a human skin pierced by blood and riddled with holes! Cyrus obviously had enough ability to control the force. He clearly wanted O'Brien and the others to die on purpose! Samuel G. Kohaug knew this clearly, but he had no way to say it. On the one hand, he suffered a heavy blow to his chest, several ribs were broken, and it was even possible that a lung lobe was pierced. On the other hand, he also knew that Cyrus' words were actually a step. It would be fine to walk down it, but if you had to pierce it, wouldn't that be courting death?

Not only him, but most of the people who actually work in the Magic Congress are smart people, and they all understand what Cyrus means. The other party is just showing off their force, but O'Brien is unlucky and ran into the muzzle of the gun.

But now no one sympathizes with O'Brien, everyone thinks he deserves it!

Why did they have to provoke Cyrus, the fierce god? They were also implicated.

Cyrus raised his chin arrogantly, his eyes were like the bright sun, hanging high in the sky! He opened his hand, and Bella, who was holding the snake magic wand, immediately understood. She walked quickly behind Cyrus, lowered her head, and handed over the magic wand with both hands.

Samuel G. Kohaug watched as Cyrus reached out and grasped the serpentwood wand.

He wore a crown like a king, picked up the scepter that symbolized power itself, and stood in the supreme position!

Apart from the wailing, the Capitol hall was silent.

No one said anything, so Cyrus assumed they had no objections.

Who could say "no" at this time? Even if Cyrus said that he planned to take office as the president of the Magic Congress immediately, Cole Haug did not dare to have the slightest idea of ​​refusing. Otherwise, everyone in the Magic Congress might be killed immediately! He looked at Cyrus and inexplicably thought of Dumbledore.

Perhaps only the greatest white wizard in the world could be Cyrus's opponent. They were equally powerful, but the difference was that Cyrus was not a saint.

O'Brien's blood, which had not yet completely cooled, was still telling of Cyrus's horror.

Cyrus is perhaps more like Grindelwald than Dumbledore.

Bella looked at the other people in the Magic Congress who were wagging their tails like dogs and begging for mercy, unable to say a word to disobey Cyrus. So she looked at Cyrus and asked a question that she cared about very much.

"Can I stop pretending?"

Compared to lurking in the Magic Congress, she would rather stand behind Cyrus and follow in her master's footsteps.

Anyway, she originally infiltrated Congress just to control Congress, and now, if Cyrus wants to become the president of Congress, it is just a matter of a word.

"Then let Bulstrode take over the position of President of the Congress." Cyrus agreed to Bella's request and appointed his loyal servant Bulstrode as the next President of the Magic Congress.

As for Colehaug, although he was submissive to Cyrus at the moment, he was only forced by force. No one knew whether he would turn around and ask Dumbledore for help. It would be better for the power of the Magic Congress to be in his own hands! Then, Cyrus put one hand in his trouser pocket, turned his head and looked at Graves, who seemed to have lost his soul and turned into a puppet, and said softly:

"Well, Mr. Graves, let's get back to the original topic."

He ignored the wounded soldiers everywhere - there would always be someone to help anyway - and instead turned his attention to Graves, who was more worthy of winning over. This wizard was more valuable and easier to use and bribe.

"I can tell you that Grindelwald is indeed still alive, and it is very likely that he will achieve his goal through this tournament." Cyrus was very sure of this. "I know the past of the Graves family, and I understand your thoughts. But you are no match for him -

"You may think I'm a little arrogant, but there are no more than three people in this world who are capable of fighting against Grindelwald, and I happen to be one of them." Having said that, Cyrus slid the snakewood wand to the inside of his arms, motioning Graves to come to his side, "Follow me, I can help you!"

Graves's eyes were moved.

In fact, at this moment, he even forgot his hatred for Grindelwald in his mind, and instead, Cyrus' words kept echoing in his mind.

Arrogant?

Graves didn't think Cyrus was arrogant. On the contrary, he thought Cyrus was probably being modest.

Casting without a wand killed so many wizards in the hall in an instant. Even Grindelwald couldn't do it! He couldn't imagine how terrifying Cyrus' magic power would be when he picked up the legendary snakewood wand! Graves' blank brain was no longer able to think. He subconsciously took steps towards Cyrus, but there was another person who was faster than him - Katherine had already followed Bella when she returned to Cyrus. - August.

The much anticipated Quidditch World Cup has begun.

Harry had received the letter in July and had left Privet Drive early for the summer and had stayed in the Burrows for several days. Now, together with all the Weasley family members and Hermione, he had come to the stadium that was said to be able to accommodate 100,000 people.

He looked expectantly at the faces of every person who passed him, trying to spot Cyrus.

He hadn't seen Cyrus for several months, but through some well-informed people in the school - especially Ron - Mr. Weasley would sometimes write to them to tell them some information - Harry and the others learned that Cyrus seemed to have gone to North America. Arthur Weasley didn't say much about the specific news.

Of course he already knew that Cyrus would bring the students of Ilvermorny to participate in this Triwizard Tournament. In fact, just last month, Cyrus and Bella went to the Ministry of Magic in person and almost scared Fudge to death.

In the end, it was Dumbledore who stepped in and finally settled the matter.

Now Cyrus and the former Death Eater Bellatrix probably haven't left England yet, but are waiting for representatives from Durmstrang and Bubbleston to discuss specific matters together.

But the Triwizard Tournament remains a secret so far and Arthur cannot reveal it.

Compared to Harry's looking around, Hermione and Ginny seemed to have never expected to see Cyrus at the World Cup from the beginning.

"Harry, I told you, Cyrus can't possibly come to watch the Quidditch match." Ginny said tirelessly, "Quidditch is just a pastime for him, his things are much more important!"

"What if?" Harry reached into his pocket and held something cold.

Then, in front of Hermione's horrified gaze, he pulled out a pistol.

"What are you doing, Harry!" Hermione screamed. "Put it back!"

"Why are you so excited? I've run out of spell bullets. I wanted to ask Cyrus for the main point!"

(End of this chapter)