Alchemical firearms created through magic fire not bullets, but spells.

Compared to the guns themselves, the consumable spell bullets were the real precious things. After all, even Mr. Weasley could do the alchemy of gun modification, and even Fred and George followed suit and made a replica.

However, they didn't know much about the internal structure of the gun, which resulted in the cursed bullet exploding. The spell engraved on the bullet was an evil curse, which directly acted on George and Fred after it exploded. The two of them immediately grew huge front teeth that even Mr. Weasley couldn't break.

After living with their teeth for two days, Mr. Weasley finally found a saw and cut off their teeth, restoring them to their original state.

However, this level of accident is nothing for a child who grew up in a magical family. When Ron was a child, his tongue was burned with a hole by the twins! The small mistake made the twins more interested in the alchemical pistol, but their alchemical foundation was not up to standard, the modified gun structure was not stable, and more importantly, they had no way to make their own magic bullets.

So after Harry used up all his spell bullets, the pistol became a useless toy.

Harry didn't understand why Hermione was making such a fuss.

"Because it is illegal to modify Muggle items without permission, Harry." Mr. Weasley explained for her, "I made this law. In fact, most of the laws related to Muggles were made by me."

"But your car..." Harry looked at him, hesitant to speak.

"There's always a loophole, Harry." Arthur smiled lightly and put a finger in front of his mouth, signaling Harry not to continue.

Although everyone knows some hidden rules, they cannot be brought to the table.

After the magic-modified car was discovered two years ago, Arthur suffered a lot and almost lost his job.

However, that incident was actually an invisible confrontation between Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic and the pure-blood family headed by Malfoy. After Dumbledore returned to school, the matter was left unresolved.

Harry followed Mr. Weasley into the venue. Hundreds of thousands of people walked together on the purple carpet and took their seats one after another.

Everything here is surprising. All the floors are covered with velvet, especially in the top-floor box. The chairs here are purple and gold, which looks very luxurious, as if everything is covered with a layer of golden light.

Harry couldn't help but reach out and touch it, but he quickly retracted his hand as if he had been pricked by a needle, for fear of breaking something and being asked to pay for it.

While waiting for the game to begin, Harry saw Mr. Weasley shaking hands with people. He expected that Cyrus might appear among them, but he didn't see him until the end.

In fact, Cyrus was at the Ministry of Magic at this time.

On a huge round table, four people sat at the four corners of east, south, west and north respectively.

Dumbledore's eyes kept moving back and forth between Cyrus and Vader. It was obvious that he had a lot to say to Cyrus and Vader, so much so that they all fell silent at the same time, and the atmosphere became very strange.

Cyrus didn't care about this weird atmosphere. Strength was his greatest asset. He didn't even have any disguise. Instead, he sat in front of Dumbledore in his true appearance.

Moreover, he did not conceal anything he did in North America, except for the fact that he caused trouble in the Magic Congress, which is still unknown.

Without his order, the Magic Congress had already blocked the news.

After all, such a huge Magic Congress was actually defeated by one person. If such a shameful thing were to spread, all the important members of the Congress would probably not be able to hold their heads up internationally.

Vida didn't seem to care much about the atmosphere.

The old lady is calm and composed, and her facial features and temperament still vaguely reflect the cool and elegant look she had in the past.

Only Ms. Maxime, who was sitting at the other end, felt extremely anxious.

Of course, her real identity is Barty Crouch Jr. After Voldemort left, Barty gave up his plan to drive Maxime away, and instead imprisoned her and cast the Imperius Curse on her, just as he had done to Lupin.

However, facing Dumbledore at this moment, Barty Jr. did not dare to take any risks, so he transformed himself into Maxim and came in person.

The question is -

Dumbledore remained silent at this moment. Could it be that he saw through his disguise?

For a moment, little Barty was sweating profusely.

He fidgeted and almost wanted to speak, but Dumbledore finally spoke after a long silence.

He looked at Cyrus.

"I didn't expect you to become the headmaster of Ilvermorny. Was it your suggestion that Ilvermorny participate in the Triwizard Tournament?" Dumbledore asked softly with a smile on his face.

Cyrus leaned back a little and noticed that the moment Dumbledore started talking to him, Ms. Vida's expression became a little unhappy.

The wrinkles on her face tightened a little at that moment, and the look she gave Cyrus was a little unfriendly.

But in fact, she had a cold face since she entered the door, so except Cyrus, no one else noticed the slight change in her expression.

Cyrus suspected that she might not be Vida himself, but some gas stove jealous queen.

But he didn't expose it.

"I opened the Chamber of Secrets, so it's reasonable for me to inherit the school founded by Slytherin's descendants, right?" Cyrus asked, "Mr. Boot and the students are very enthusiastic. They think I'm the chosen one. No one else can be the headmaster except me."

"Are you sure they are enthusiastic rather than afraid?" Ms. Vida sneered lightly.

As soon as she spoke, she finally caught Dumbledore's attention. He looked over, seeming a little timid.

"It's been a while since I last saw you, Ms. Rosier. I'm also surprised that you've become the headmistress of Durmstrang."

"You have to blame your student, Dumbledore," Vader said coldly, "His name is Voldemort, right? If it weren't for him, that sinister villain Karkaroff wouldn't have died."

Vida seemed to be saying that her becoming the principal was something she had no choice about.

But this excuse could not dispel Dumbledore's suspicion. Every word of the old man was a test.

"It's not easy to come here. Did you come here alone?" Dumbledore's breathing became a little heavier.

Vader, or Grindelwald, understood what he meant and snorted coldly. He did not beat around the bush with Dumbledore and asked directly, "Or do you think he is still alive?"

His cold gaze fell on Dumbledore, as if he was torturing him.

The greatest wizard actually backed down. He didn't even dare to look Grindelwald in the eyes and lowered his head like a child who had made a mistake.

Little Barty smelled gossip, but he didn't dare to ask more.

Cyrus picked up the melon seeds, looking like he was enjoying the fun.

Grindelwald naturally noticed that Cyrus looked like he was enjoying himself, but he didn't care at all. He was deliberately trying to embarrass Dumbledore, so he seemed a little aggressive.

"Do you really think you can defeat him who possesses the legendary wand? It was never you who defeated Grindelwald, but 'love'. Otherwise, even if he lost, he would not be willing to be imprisoned in Nurmengard! But what about you? "He wrote so many letters to you that he used up all the stationery and could only write on scraps of bed sheets. What about you——"

"Without a single reply, he suffered from loneliness for fifty years. Do you know how he spent his time other than looking at the scenery?"

Every word of Grindelwald's questioning was heart-piercing, as if countless knives were stabbing into Dumbledore's heart, causing blood to flow!

His originally tall body now looked like a dying candle, swaying in the wind and rain.

"Don't tell me you're just starting to mourn for him now." Grindelwald said coldly.

"He is dead, dead in Nurmengard where no one cares."

"Who will love you from now on, Dumbledore?"

The conference room fell silent again.

Dumbledore seemed to be enveloped by sadness and self-blame. Some emotions were usually suppressed deep in his heart and buried by sand. When they did not erupt, everything seemed calm. But once the sand was washed away, they would be exposed nakedly.

His eyes were filled with tears.

"Feel the sting of love, Dumbledore?" Cyrus put down the melon seeds in his hand and broke the sad atmosphere.

Dumbledore also realized his own gaffe, took off his glasses, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his old fingers.

"I'm sorry, but when you get old you tend to be a little sentimental."

"Sentimental?" Grindelwald murmured, seeming unhappy with Dumbledore's answer, but he did not continue to pester him. After all, these were the sins he had committed and he could only pay for them slowly.

"Let's get on with the Triwizard Tournament," Grindelwald said like an old duelist who had just finished fighting with Dumbledore and immediately turned his attention to Cyrus.

"The Triwizard Tournament has never had anything to do with Ilvermorny since ancient times. What are you doing here?" Grindelwald looked at Cyrus with a paranoid and old-fashioned look, revealing his rejection without disguising it, and he almost rejected Cyrus' request outright.

"Just because there was no relationship before doesn't mean there won't be any relationship in the future, ma'am." Cyrus said, "Since this tradition can be stopped, it can also be modified. There's nothing wrong with turning it into a semi-finals tournament."

Cyrus said as he stood up from his seat, placed his hands on the table and leaned his upper body forward.

He spoke slowly: "The world is getting smaller, gentlemen."

"In the past, wizards stayed in their own small territories and never left their homes. But now, with the establishment of magical regimes in various countries and the International Confederation of Wizards, wizards in Europe and South and North America can sit together even though they are half a world apart. The Quidditch World Cup is the best example. I believe that if this tradition can continue, other wizard schools will be willing to join in. Wizard children from all over the world will study and compete together, which is a good thing -

Cyrus paused, his eyes lingering on Grindelwald, who was disguised as Vader, for a few seconds before continuing, "Only by breaking the barrier can wizards see further."

"If he were still alive, he might have a lot in common with you." Grindelwald seemed to deliberately lead Cyrus's conversation to the sensitive topic between wizards and Muggles.

He wanted to see what Cyrus' attitude was towards the Statute of Secrecy.

"Of course, the same goes for breaking the barrier between the wizarding and Muggle worlds." Cyrus didn't care about Grindelwald's temptation.

The power he now possesses is enough to free him from having to hide anything.

Besides, he believed that with Dumbledore's wisdom, he would never think that Muggles were useless. As long as they had strengths, they were worth learning.

Among those present, only Little Batty thought that Cyrus was so ridiculous and simply unreasonable!

He couldn't imagine how Cyrus, who was born from Voldemort's soul, could be close to Muggles? How could he think that such a lowly thing was worth supporting?

"It really did split off the pathetic and lowly part of that soul!"

Little Barty thought.

He already knew Voldemort's secret - the Horcrux! He also knew how Cyrus appeared.

He and Voldemort both believed that Cyrus must be the Muggle part of Voldemort's soul.

Little Batty wanted to denounce Cyrus' hateful thoughts, but in the end he didn't say it out loud.

He has not forgotten his current identity.

"It makes no difference whether there are three schools or four schools. I want to know how you plan to compete then?" asked Batty Jr.

He is concerned with the progress of the game, which is related to the resurrection of Voldemort.

"I don't think the tournament needs to be confined to Hogwarts." He offered a suggestion. "The rules of the Triwizard Tournament from hundreds of years ago are a bit too old-fashioned, don't you think?"

Barty's proposal was agreed by everyone. However, they could not know the specific content of the game in advance, not even Dumbledore.

At that time, the Ministry of Magic or even the four magical regimes will discuss it together.

"I just wish it was a little more difficult," Cyrus said teasingly, raising his eyebrows.

If the difficulty of the competition remains the same as in the original, Cyrus will have to mourn for those fire dragons in advance.

"Also, this competition will be open to the entire wizarding world and will be seen by all wizards. I hope that the International Confederation of Wizards will host it. What do you think?"

I visited five relatives in one day. I was exhausted. I am just a spinning top.

(End of this chapter)