The four of them opened their mouths wide, with astonishment written all over their faces. In contrast, Grindelwald and Durmstrang's ghost ship, which appeared first, became a background board.

The fire dragons lowered their arrogant heads and surrendered before their king.

Cyrus jumped from the carriage, and the flames enveloped him like a huge, blooming flower.

Behind him, Bella in a dress followed closely, with her head held high, like a black swan. On Cyrus' left hand side, a large python with green scales followed closely - it was Nagini.

Nagini was walking in the flames, and the flames seemed unable to hurt her skin. Her round eyes glanced among the students, as if revealing a nostalgic look. Her long and thin nose, like a crack, opened and quickly closed, quietly coiling around Cyrus' feet.

Behind them, ten warrior candidates jumped out of the carriage one after another. They all walked in the fire, looking up and holding their breath, enduring the gazes of the Hogwarts students.

Ginny wanted to rush out of the crowd and run to Cyrus immediately, but Hermione reached out and held her back.

"You're crazy! Professor McGonagall will kill us!" Hermione, who always abides by the rules, would not let Ginny break the rules in front of her. She immediately comforted her, "Wait a minute. The competition will last for a school year. We have plenty of time after that."

Then Ginny calmed down.

However, unlike Ginny, Harry and Ron also smiled happily and enthusiastically when they saw Cyrus, but soon their attention was attracted by another person.

——Draco Malfoy.

The showy ferret noticed Harry and Ron's gazes and immediately raised its chin without any concealment, with the corner of its mouth curled to one side, almost reaching its ears.

"He's such a cocky arse!" Ron retched as if he had seen something disgusting, and then complained to Harry, "I was glad I wouldn't see him again. I really don't understand why Cyrus brought him to the competition?"

Is Draco Malfoy worthy of being a champion in the Final Four?

Although Ron's idea was malicious, in fact Draco did not meet the standards of a warrior. Cyrus took Draco with him on the one hand to let him go back to Hogwarts to have a look, and on the other hand he also intended to cultivate Draco's alchemy.

Draco Malfoy was very accomplished in alchemy. He could repair advanced alchemical products such as the Vanishing Cabinet by himself during school. In Cyrus's opinion, he and the Weasley twins were both rare alchemical talents. Maybe he could achieve some unexpected results in transforming Muggle items.

At the same time, Durmstrang's ghost ship also dropped anchor and docked, and the huge sound of water attracted everyone's attention again.

As if trying to compete with Cyrus, Grindelwald leaned back and fell like a big white bird, landing lightly on the deck. The captain's hat turned over in his hand several times, and turned into rose petals and scattered.

"Come out, students." He opened his arms and looked across the flames at Dumbledore.

Despite the little episode of Cyrus, he and Dumbledore never took their eyes off each other from the beginning.

Then Vida Rosier came out from the wooden plank with a group of wizards wearing thick felt clothes. They followed Grindelwald ashore, and the shadows of each of them were as broad as a brown bear! The wizards were all wearing thick fur cloaks and felt hats, and the things they held in their hands were more like sticks than wands. They looked like they had walked out of the North Pole.

Cyrus stood there calmly, waiting for Grindelwald and Ms. Rosier to come over together.

This was the first time he saw Grindelwald's true appearance. He looked older than in "Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald", but he looked completely different from the old man killed by Voldemort in the movie.

Perhaps he had specially groomed himself after leaving Nurmengard?

Cyrus didn't know, but at least he could see from Grindelwald's face at this moment how high-spirited he used to be. Even now, there was arrogance in his eyes.

When he walked to Cyrus' side, he turned his head and took his eyes away from Dumbledore for a moment.

"Nice flames."

After making a quiet comment, Grindelwald immediately continued walking towards the castle like a proud peacock.

Cyrus didn't care about his attitude at all and led his students to keep pace with him.

Apart from Cyrus, only Mag noticed that the atmosphere was a little strange. As Dumbledore's old friend, she knew something about Dumbledore's love and hatred. Now that Grindelwald appeared in front of Dumbledore, Mag was a little worried.

She looked at Dumbledore, but did not see any sadness or anger, or even joy, on his face.

"Albus, aren't you surprised to see me?"

Grindelwald asked in a strange tone, which even sounded a little mischievous. It was as if he had just played a prank, but unfortunately he didn't see the expression he wanted to see on Dumbledore's face.

But this is not surprising, as Albus Dumbledore died a long time ago on that rainy day in Godric's Hollow, but he had not yet been buried.

"What is your purpose?" Dumbledore didn't look like the man who had been crying and mourning for Grindelwald not long ago. His tone was cold and his wand was clenched in his hand, which seemed to be full of gunpowder, as if a battle with Grindelwald would break out at any time.

"You swore you would never leave Nurmengard."

He was like a white-haired, but still strong and angry lion, barking his teeth and roaring like an engine.

But in reality, his voice was cold and calm.

"You lied, just like you always do."

Grindelwald suddenly became cold. His personality was a little erratic, and now it was even more like the ever-changing clouds and rain. The expression on his face was like a sharpened ice cube, ready to freeze and pierce anyone who touched him! "I am this kind of person. You should have known this fifty years ago."

His words were much colder than the water at the bottom of the Black Lake, and it seemed as if he was deliberately trying to provoke Dumbledore so that he would start a battle.

Cyrus saw Dumbledore clench and unclench the hand holding the wand several times, but in the end he did not move.

"You guys have a really good relationship." Cyrus interrupted, "But if you have any personal matters, you should wait until the game is over to resolve them."

"I'm afraid the International Confederation of Wizards can't wait that long. They would be willing to arrest a prisoner for life immediately." Dumbledore said, his blue eyes like a deep lake reflecting Grindelwald's old but still handsome face.

"And it just so happens that they are the referees for this match."

"I think for your sake, they won't start fighting in Hogwarts." Grindelwald replied without showing any weakness, and then regardless of Dumbledore's attitude, he led the Durmstrang students directly into the castle.

The students of Hogwarts subconsciously made way for him.

"Who is he?" Harry lowered his voice and turned to Ron.

Ron shook his head: "I don't know."

Nowadays, not many people still remember what Grindelwald looked like after he disappeared from the wizarding world for almost fifty years.

"Gellert Grindelwald?" Harry repeated the name.

But he didn't know how much weight this name carried. He wanted to continue asking, but Cyrus had already walked past Harry with his students. However, Malfoy gave Harry his unique greeting with disdain as he passed by.

"Good evening, Scarhead."

He didn't have time to say more, but that one sentence still made Harry furious.

"That annoying Malfoy, we should have saved a bullet for him!" Ron said angrily.

Cyrus walked up to Dumbledore. Unlike when he was facing Grindelwald just now, Dumbledore seemed much more enthusiastic now. He shook hands with Cyrus and the two exchanged a few brief pleasantries.

Then Cyrus hugged the meticulous McGonagall again. After several contacts, Professor McGonagall and others had changed their views on Cyrus, and no one regarded him as an enemy.

"Has the Beauxbatons people not arrived yet?"

"They are indeed the last." Dumbledore nodded.

"How rude! I don't plan to wait for them here." Cyrus frowned unhappily.

If Beauxbatons really was Ms. Maxime bringing ordinary students to participate in the competition, then out of respect, Cyrus felt that it would be okay for him to wait a little.

But what is the reality?

The participants in the competition were the Death Eaters led by Voldemort, and Voldemort himself was not present.

What kind of status do those people have to smash to be worthy of being greeted at the door? "I'll go in first. Can I let the students sit at the Slytherin House table?"

"Why ask me that? After all, you are the heir of Slytherin." Dumbledore made a little joke and made way for Cyrus.

Then, Cyrus walked in amid the envious eyes of the Hogwarts students.

The nights at the end of October were already cold, and the wind blowing from the Black Lake was very humid, blowing into the collars and making people shiver.

With the arrival of Durmstrang and Ilvermorny, the enthusiasm of the young wizards was almost exhausted. Now they just wanted to return to the warm hall as soon as possible and drink a sip of hot pumpkin juice.

But Bubbaston seemed determined to be late, so they could only stand there shivering in the cold wind.

Cyrus was familiar with the castle.

The little wizards following behind him looked around curiously.

Although they are called young wizards, in fact, except for Malfoy, the others look almost the same age as him. Cyrus was actually only resurrected in June last year, and the age of this body is only sixteen years old now.

"Professor, did you graduate from Hogwarts?" Cassandra looked around the castle and always felt that Hogwarts exuded a mysterious atmosphere.

As the oldest magic school, Hogwarts does have a deeper heritage than other schools!

"Of course." Cyrus nodded. "I graduated from Slytherin College. If I followed the sorting method of Ilvermorny, I would have been sorted into the Horned Serpent."

"No, I think it's a thunderbird." Fisher immediately shook his head and said, "You can become a thunderbird. Not only will you join the academy, you will become the academy itself!"

"Why not all four houses?" another witch retorted.

Cyrus didn't care about the students' boasting. He quickly walked to the auditorium, pushed the door open and went in. He found that Grindelwald and the students of Durmstrang were already seated.

They sat at the Gryffindor table, and Grindelwald sat directly on the chair next to the headmaster, with Vader sitting right next to him.

"Please take a seat." Cyrus welcomed them like a host, and then walked to the long table for faculty and staff with Bella.

As soon as they sat down, a sumptuous meal appeared on the table.

But no one was in such a hurry to start eating. At most, they just took a sip of pumpkin juice to warm themselves up.

"This is the first time we meet, Mr. Cyrus?" Grindelwald took a sip of red wine, turned his head and started talking to Cyrus, "Do you know -" He stretched out the index finger of his other hand and tapped his eyes, "I am a prophet."

A prophet? There's an alien out there who likes to say that.

Cyrus complained in his heart, but on the surface he looked at Grindelwald with a smile, as if waiting for him to continue.

"There are countless prophecies in this world every day, but most of them are just shoddy tricks to pretend to be profound. But I am different. This eye of mine can see the future."

"So, what did you see?"

Cyrus asked back.

In fact, he was very interested in prophecy, a talent that neither he nor Voldemort possessed.

Before, he had asked Harry to pay attention to see if he could hear some prophecies related to himself, but perhaps the future had been changed, and Professor Neville's prophecy class did not receive the same revelation as in the original book.

"It's a very blurry picture," Grindelwald said.

He didn't lower his voice deliberately, but it seemed that no one heard it except Cyrus.

At this moment, the auditorium seemed to be divided into two worlds.

The young wizards were laughing and talking, but their movements were as slow as turtles and snails. Time seemed to be frozen for them. Only Cyrus and Grindelwald were free from time.

Grindelwald was very serious.

"I saw the clock, the darkness, death... and the white curtain..."

(End of this chapter)