All the noseless man wants is more power and immortality, and the minimum requirement is to be resurrected.

As for how he was going to accomplish this, Cyrus had no idea.

He did not dwell too much on Voldemort, but looked at Lucius with concern in his eyes: "Lucius, is Draco okay?"

Speaking of Draco, Lucius' voice choked a little, his lips trembled, and his eyes turned red: "Barty Crouch Jr. has controlled him... He nominally said that he wanted to protect Draco and Narcissa, but in fact he was just worried that I would really surrender to you..."

When talking about his family, the tough appearance Lucius had pretended to have was immediately shattered, shattering to the ground like a falling glass.

"Lucius, I didn't know you loved your family so much?" Bella said a little surprised.

"That's my wife and son!" Lucius didn't even have the mood to get angry with her. He just covered his face with his hands and cried uncontrollably. If he hadn't had a cane in his hand to support him, Cyrus doubted whether he could still stand.

At this moment, he was no longer Malfoy, but just an ordinary father and husband.

"Master... I beg you, as long as you are willing to give me some unimportant information to ensure their safety..."

Lucius fully felt the difficulty of being a fence-sitter. The invisible struggle between two huge monsters was enough to completely destroy him. Now he didn't dare to ask for too much. He just hoped that Cyrus could be more tolerant of him and let him play his value with Barty Crouch Jr.

"You are too polite, Lucius." Cyrus slowly walked up to Lucius, put his hand on Lucius' shoulder, and handed him a handkerchief. "You work for me, how can I watch your family fall into danger? Not to mention, Draco and I are friends."

"Owner……"

"Write a letter and tell little Barty that I don't trust you and want you to bring Narcissa and Draco over and keep an eye on them. He won't refuse." Cyrus reached out to straighten Lucius's clothes and pulled his rolled-up collar straight.

Lucius was stunned. He probably hadn't thought of such a method.

He certainly trusted Cyrus more than letting Narcissa and Draco stay with that lunatic Barty Crouch Jr.

"I will—" Lucius finally breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to leave. However, he stopped after walking a few steps, as if he suddenly remembered something, and turned his head hesitantly and said, "Master, Barty Crouch Jr. intends to put your name in the Goblet of Fire."

"As expected." Cyrus' expression did not change.

Rather, even if Voldemort did not do so, he would have cast his own name and the names of several others in the Goblet of Fire.

Then he waved his hand and said, "Go, Lucius, go and fetch Draco and Narcissa. Let Draco study at Ilvermorny next semester."

Lucius left with many thanks.

Bella walked to Cyrus' side and looked at Lucius's back as he left, with undisguised disgust: "Shrewd and cunning guy, Master, he will never be truly loyal."

Bella was referring to Lucius's final revelation of the Goblet of Fire vote.

Lucius couldn't have forgotten such important information. The only explanation was that he was hesitating whether to put all the chips on Cyrus. When Cyrus suggested that Narcissa and Draco could be rescued, all of Lucius's defenses finally collapsed.

"Don't worry about it." Cyrus said softly, "The Malfoy family has always been like this. He can't cause any trouble, and even if he does, I can easily calm it down. Besides, he will never be able to touch the real power."

Cyrus was naturally very clear about the character of the Malfoy family. As long as he offered enough benefits and protected the safety of Narcissa and Draco, he would not be afraid that Lucius would have second thoughts.

In fact, he didn't take this family seriously.

Now that Lucius is back with him, except for occasionally contacting Little Barty and throwing some smoke bombs, it won't have any effect. And even so, Cyrus still has to be on guard against whether Little Barty really believes the information that Lucius has passed through.

Instead of this, it would be better to let him continue to deal with the affairs of the Wizarding Bank, and it would be best if North America was also included in the bank's financial management scope.

"Well, it's time for us to gather our warriors." Cyrus walked towards the school. ——October .

The short summer has passed and the weather is starting to get cooler.

On October 29th, all the little wizards in the castle gathered together and surrounded the circular hall, looking at the ten little wizards in raspberry and blue wizard robes, their eyes full of envy and admiration.

The chosen warriors included both men and women, all of them were full of energy and looked as handsome as ocelots or thunderbirds, except for one person -

Draco Malfoy.

His platinum hair stood out in the crowd, but what was even more eye-catching was his aura, as helpless as a sheep among a pack of lions.

He was still happy though, because he could go back to Hogwarts.

Draco didn't know why Lucius asked him to transfer schools. He only knew that something had happened at home. Something had been wrong since the Christmas holidays. Then in March, his mother wrote to him and told him that Lucius had gone abroad and asked him to be careful in his school.

Later, during the summer vacation, he found that there were many dark wizards around his home.

If the Malfoy mansion hadn't been protected by some stone statues, Draco doubted whether those people would rush in and attack him and Narcissa.

Later, the family hurriedly came to the United States, and he transferred to Ilvermorny, and was surprised to find that "Little Tang" had become the principal of Ilvermorny...

Of course, now he knew Cyrus' true identity.

Draco was not as timid as his father. On the contrary, he felt that his good relationship with Cyrus was an honor and something he could brag about. Especially since he knew that Cyrus and Harry were also friends, but now he was Cyrus' student instead of Harry's! This made Draco eager to show off in front of Harry.

Besides, he had two friends who were still in Hogwarts, and Draco was reluctant to part with them all of a sudden. He could take this opportunity to go back and say goodbye to them properly.

He stood quietly in the crowd. Being stared at by countless people made him feel secretly happy, yet also a little uneasy.

He knew that he was not cut out to be a warrior and had no ability to shoulder such heavy responsibilities.

Fortunately, at this time, the crowd parted, and Cyrus, wearing windbreakers, walked out with Bella. The rest of the professors followed behind him, looking at the selected warrior candidates with both relief and worry.

The better the warriors are, the more proud they feel, but on the other hand, they also know that the Triwizard Tournament is very cruel. The reason why this tournament has been suspended for hundreds of years is because it is too dangerous.

"Well, let's bless our warriors!"

Cyrus walked to the front and all eyes were focused on him. The little wizards looked at him in admiration, clenched their fists with him, and raised their wands silently and solemnly.

Wand etiquette has always been the highest etiquette in the wizarding world. Sparks lit up at the tip of each person's wand, as bright as twinkling stars! Old Principal Bute was already in tears.

"Don't worry, I will bring the children back safely." Cyrus comforted him.

At the end of the day, the students' competition is at most an opening ceremony.

The battle between the demon kings is the real main course! "It's not a pity for those who can't go with us. It will be broadcasted at that time." Cyrus waved at them, and then walked out of the auditorium with the ten warrior candidates.

Outside the auditorium, two fire dragons had been waiting with their heads down for a long time.

The ten warriors were shocked to see that Cyrus had brought two fire dragons with him. They covered their mouths and cried out in silence. They were even a little afraid to get close, fearing that the terrible monster would move its claws and split them in half!

"Okay, gentlemen and girls, get in the car. I've used a fire dragon to take you there. Isn't this grand enough?" Cyrus chuckled, then reached out and patted the shoulder of a blond boy next to him.

"Be an example, Fischer?"

"Of course!" The blond boy nodded vigorously. He took a deep breath, then mustered up the courage to walk towards the carriage pulled by the fire dragon.

Along the way, he didn't dare to take his eyes off the fire dragon for a moment, and he tiptoed with sweat on his forehead.

Fischer breathed a sigh of relief. Now he had reached the edge of the carriage and put one hand on the golden shaft.

With his demonstration, others also went from being afraid to being eager to try.

The second person to take action was a girl who also had long blond hair and delicate features, but an arrogant look. Her name surprised Cyrus very much -

Cassandra Worley.

An original character of the mobile game who has never appeared in the original work. Cyrus never expected that he would meet her.

In fact, she was a transfer student like Malfoy. She originally studied at Durmstrang, but her father was a Death Eater. On that night in March, her father chose to stand through the flames and crawl beside Cyrus.

Afterwards, Cyrus quickly seized power in the Magical Congress of the United States of America, and Cassandra followed him to Ilvermorny and became one of the transfer students.

However, the Cassandra in the mobile game was supposed to be a descendant of Harry Potter. Cyrus didn't know much about her, so it was unclear whether she was Cassandra herself in the mobile game or the ancestor of the same name.

Inheriting the name of ancestors has always been a very common thing abroad.

Thanks to Durmstrang's teaching method, Cassandra is proficient in dark magic. She has shown good talent at a young age and has become a candidate for the Warrior. She seems to be in a rebellious period and is eager to prove herself. Not long ago, she found Cyrus and asked him to leave a magic mark on her arm.

Cyrus naturally disagreed.

After the students got on the carriage one by one, Cyrus and Bella also got on.

There was a lot of space in the carriage, enough to at least ensure that everyone had a room. When they arrived at Hogwarts, the students would attend classes together, so Cyrus did not build a classroom.

"Everyone, find a room and rest. We will arrive at Hogwarts in the evening of the next day."

It is a novel experience to travel across the world in a horse-drawn carriage.

In the past, Cyrus would have saved time by directly performing the Apparition, but this time he had to be more ostentatious, so he specially asked the two fire dragons in the suitcase to come out and pull the cart.

The white fire dragon is a little old, but as a fire dragon, this amount of exercise is nothing.

Cyrus sat alone outside the carriage, watching the sun being left behind them. The night fell, the cold moon hung in the sky, the black sea was surging, and the silver-white waves were broken and dissipated in the darkness.

The two fire dragons flew at a great distance from each other to avoid their wings colliding with each other, and silver chains were hung on their bony backs.

Cyrus rode the wind at his ease.

The black world came towards him and flooded into his eyes.

Suddenly, the door of the carriage opened.

Bella came out in a dress and sat down on the other side as lightly as a black butterfly. ——Harry shrank his neck in the cold wind.

A week ago, he learned that the other three schools in the semi-finals would visit Hogwarts today. But he didn't expect that there would be such a big fuss, so that all the teachers and students of the whole school were gathered at the school gate to welcome the guests.

Professor McGonagall seemed very nervous. Her sharp eyes kept looking at the sky and the little wizards, and she took the trouble to point out the inappropriate clothes on them.

Even wearing the hat crookedly is not acceptable.

The first-year wizards were particularly excited, and Harry was in a good mood too.

Because this class was originally Potions class, and Snape had originally planned to poison his potion, but now he had no chance.

When thinking of this, Harry secretly glanced at Snape.

Snape's face was as stern as always, but he looked a little worried.

Soon, it got dark.

The icy wind blowing from the Black Lake made them shiver, but there was no sign of anyone from the other schools.

Ginny, with her fiery red hair, turned her head and leaned against Hermione's shoulder, complaining, "I'm getting a little annoyed. When will they arrive?"

"Weasley!" McGonagall growled angrily and immediately looked over.

Before Ginny could right herself again, she saw from the corner of her eye that the Black Lake was moving strangely, and then a piece of the water suddenly surged upwards.

A very loud and strange voice floated out of the darkness.

Huge splashes of water rose on the surface of the water, and the waves hit the wet shore. Then, right in the middle of the lake, a huge whirlpool appeared. In this whirlpool, a sharp horn pierced the water! A huge monster rushed out, leaning and standing upright like a huge whale poking out of the sea, and then it pressed heavily on the water surface, splashing water up to the sky! The huge water splashes fell like a cold rain.

Ginny looked over in amazement. The huge skeleton-like ship gleamed in the moonlight, and the portholes flickered with dim, foggy lights, looking like ghost eyes.

And on the cross mast of the ship stood a man wearing a windbreaker and a captain's hat.

Dumbledore, who was standing in the crowd, was immediately stunned.

"You are not dead after all."

After forty-nine years, he finally met Gellert Grindelwald again.

But Dumbledore had no time to reminisce with Grindelwald, because in the darkness, a ball of blazing flame suddenly ignited, and the next moment, the fire suddenly expanded, rising into the sky, lighting up the entire night!

The flames were almost taller than the castle!

The young wizards at Hogwarts were frightened by this sudden change and took a few steps back.

However, there were still a few brave people who stared at the flames.

"There are so many dark shadows in the flames!"

A little wizard has sharp horns.

The next moment, a huge dragon head broke through the flames, and two fire dragons, one black and one white, circled and soared into the sky from the flames! The flames separated, and the flames pressed to both sides like waves being cut off. The huge wind blew the robes of the little wizards, forcing them to lower their heads and press down the wizard hats on their heads.

But even so, no one took their eyes off the two fire dragons.

They opened their mouths wide and watched as the fire dragon pulled the golden house around the castle, leaving a trail of fire, and finally landed on the shore of the Black Lake.

The fire dragon crawled down with its breath, the door of the luxurious carriage opened, and then a handsome wizard walked out under the silver moonlight.

Ginny's eyes widened and she nearly jumped out.

"Cyrus?!"

(End of this chapter)