Babajide and the members of the organizing committee discussed for a long time before coming up with a way to circumvent the magical constraints of the Goblet of Fire on the warriors and protect the warriors' lives.
Originally, the chosen warriors had to participate in all events of the tournament, but this time they worked together to cast a spell on the Goblet of Fire and finally modified some of the rules. Now, he only hopes to eliminate enough young wizards in the first round, only in this way can the competition be fairer.
Of course, he himself understood that if this continued, it would inevitably lead to a situation where the three principals would confront each other.
No, Babajid, who didn't know Cyrus's strength, thought from the beginning that only Dumbledore and Grindelwald could make it to the end.
"As compensation," he continued, "the contestants from Beauxbatons who are not participating without the headmaster will be informed of some special information in advance and will not be eliminated. In addition, Beauxbatons will receive extra points when the final scores are settled."
"I have no objection." Little Barty nodded unhappily.
Babajide turned his gaze to Cyrus, and looked at him with a look of care for the younger generation: "These offers are also useful to Ilvermorny."
"Thank you and the organizing committee for your care, Mr. Akinbade." Cyrus smiled gently, "But we in Ilvermorny don't need to treat you preferentially, otherwise it would be a bit disrespectful to the elderly."
Dumbledore didn't react when Cyrus called him an old man, but Grindelwald was obviously unwilling to admit his age. He looked eager to try and seemed eager to compete with Cyrus.
"Since you said so, I respect your opinion." Babajide nodded and didn't say anything more to Cyrus.
He might not think that Cyrus could be compared with Dumbledore and Grindelwald, but after all, he was also a wizard who could serve as a headmaster. His strength was stronger than that of ordinary adult wizards and even Aurors. Moreover, Cyrus was so young, and it was his first time to bring Ilvermorny to participate in the competition. It would not be shameful even if he lost.
It can even be said that losing to Dumbledore and Grindelwald is an honor for most wizards.
After saying this, Babajid asked the students and the headmaster of Beauxbatons to stay. "I will give you some maps of the Forbidden Forest. Some extremely dangerous areas are marked on them. If you are not confident in your own strength, please make sure to take a detour..."
Babajide's voice faded away, and Cyrus walked out of the classroom with the others.
Harry and Cedric followed Dumbledore side by side. They were not very familiar with each other, but as two people with the same suffering, they still had some common topics.
"Have you ever been to the Forbidden Forest before?" Harry turned and asked Cedric.
"No." Cedric shook his head. His fair face looked a little unhealthy. "I'm a Hufflepuff, not a Gryffindor."
"I was forced to go there once in my first year, and I met the centaurs and Vol... I mean the dark wizard, okay, actually it was Quirrell. In my second year, I encountered a group of giant eight-eyed spiders as big as cars... In my third year, I was captured by the Death Eaters..." Cedric's face turned paler with every word Harry said.
"That doesn't sound like a friendly recollection..." He replied stiffly, his face so pale that he looked like a vampire.
"Indeed..." Harry looked back at the classroom. The warriors of Beauxbatons surrounded Babajid and listened to him talking about the dangerous places in the Forbidden Forest that were best not to set foot in. "In fact, I think we need a little help too..."
"Don't worry, Harry. I'm very familiar with the Forbidden Forest." Dumbledore heard their conversation and couldn't help but turn his head and blinked mischievously. "I just wonder if there will be some new guests in the next few days."
"Hearing you say that, I feel relieved." Harry didn't look relieved at all. He said with regret on his face, "It's a pity that I can only carry a wand, otherwise I could bring that magic gun."
"My suggestion is that it is not against the rules to cast a summoning spell, Harry." Dumbledore gave a small suggestion, "The rule is that when you step into the Forbidden Forest, you can only carry one wand, but if you use a spell to summon it, there is nothing wrong with it."
On the other side, Cassandra and Fisher were also asking Cyrus about matters related to the Forbidden Forest.
"Professor, I heard that there are many dangerous magical animals in the Forbidden Forest?" Fisher asked with some concern.
In fact, for ordinary wizards, dealing with magical animals is not an easy task. Most magical animals have strong magic resistance, and many spells have no effect on them. A spell that can blow up an armored vehicle will probably only cause a little damage to a 5X-level magical animal with thick skin and flesh.
"There are indeed a lot, and I also know that they have brought in at least dozens of new magical creatures." Cyrus held up a letter signed by Scamander. "At least 4X level."
Upon hearing this, Fisher immediately looked sad.
But Cassandra was very excited. She pinched her small chin and asked, "If I kill them, can I get the magic materials from them?"
She was already thinking about which magical beast materials were more valuable.
The prize money for the Warriors Tournament was only 1,000 Galleons, and she had to compete with several principals. Even though Cassandra was proud, she didn't think her magic skills were comparable to those three monsters.
In this case, we might as well find a way to get some benefits.
Cyrus was also very helpless about Cassandra's somewhat tough character, but she was indeed very capable. Unlike ordinary little wizards, Cassandra was very good at black magic, and black magic happened to be very aggressive. If she really encountered a powerful magical animal, she might have the ability to kill the opponent.
but……
"What you should consider now is whether you can reach the finish line before dark," Cyrus said softly. "The Forbidden Forest is very large, and flying is prohibited in this race, which means that even if you can summon a broom, you can't ride. If you just walk, even if there are no magical animals blocking you, it will be difficult to reach the finish line.
"I originally wanted to teach you the flying spell..."
"Is it not possible to use Apparition?" Cassandra asked. "I know the castle has a counter-spell, but the Forbidden Forest is far enough, right?"
"Of course you can Apparate, but I think there are not many warriors who have mastered it completely?" Cyrus looked at Fisher, and sure enough, the big boy lowered his head in shame.
"I have passed the exam, but sometimes... it doesn't go so smoothly..."
Wizards can only learn Apparition after they reach adulthood, and even after they reach adulthood, they have to wait until the rest of the students have intensive training, and the training time is also very long. Although several warriors have reached the age, they have not yet started formal learning. If they want to do a brief training in the first few days of the game, it depends on their talent.
"I got it!" Cassandra raised her head proudly, looking like a golden curly-haired cat.
"Then you can try to get more points and prepare for the next game." Cyrus nodded.
"Fisher, you should try more these days. I will ask Bella to prepare enough white fresh essence so that there will be no mistakes before the game starts."
"Yes, Professor!"
"Also," Cyrus paused and lowered his voice, "you'd better pay attention to the students of Beauxbatons. Except for the contestant named Fleur, the other two students may have been replaced."
Of the three contestants at Beauxbatons, Fleur, who was one-quarter Veela, was not so easy to replace. Even though appearance could be changed, her charm, which was almost equivalent to magic, could not be imitated.
The other two warriors looked ordinary, and I'm afraid that most of the people who would take the field would be Death Eaters. —— "Be prepared, don't forget that we are Death Eaters!"
Little Barty looked sternly at the two wizards standing in front of him - Rodolphus and Rabastan. Both of them were Lestranges and diehard fans of the Dark Lord.
"There's no need for you to remind us!" Rodolphus performed human transformation on himself with great difficulty. The first round of trials would last for a whole day, and using compound potions would not be very safe.
The human body deformation skills of these two people are quite good. I am afraid that no one except the closest people can tell the real thing from the fake.
By then, most of the audience can only watch the game process through images, and the possibility of being discovered is almost non-existent.
"Let's go!" Barty said through gritted teeth, "Don't forget, we won't be eliminated. Getting the 'key' is more important than winning."
After he said this, he walked out without looking back, and Rodolphus and Rabastan also said nothing.
At this moment, more than a thousand people had gathered in the stands of the Quidditch field.
In the center of the empty Quidditch pitch stood a huge circular screen, enough to ensure that every wizard could see the progress of the game from any corner.
The magic drone invented by Cyrus looks very similar to the Golden Snitch. In fact, he just modified this small and secretive thief.
"It would be nice if there were big screens like this during the World Cup," Ron said, and then sat down at the back of the stands. Hermione, Ginny, and the big Hagrid squeezed in with them.
Hagrid was very nervous and muttered to himself.
"Don't worry, don't worry, Harry will be fine. He knows the Forbidden Forest better than anyone else!"
"Look, they're coming out!" Hermione nervously grabbed Ginny's hand. Without her saying anything, a picture appeared on the huge screen in the center of the stadium, and a team walked out from the four corners of the stadium.
Dumbledore still wore his strange wizard robes, Harry and Cedric each wore their own Quidditch jerseys. The champions of Beauxbatons wore blue uniforms, and the champions of Durmstrang took off their cloaks and put on bloody uniforms.
Grindelwald was wearing the same outfit he wore in London, a black windbreaker with short white hair standing up, making him look unruly. At this moment, it was as if the dark wizard from fifty years ago had returned!
As for Ilvermorny—
Neither Cassandra nor Fisher were wearing school uniforms. Instead, they were wearing dark green robes, which made them look like dark poisonous snakes. Their golden hair set off the dark green hems, like golden flowers blooming in venom.
In front of them, Cyrus put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, with a strand of dyed golden hair hanging down in front of his forehead, and his red-gold eyes seemed more dazzling than the sun at dawn!
The Quidditch stadium was boiling with thousands of people cheering, the sound waves getting louder and louder! Ginny seemed not satisfied with just seeing Cyrus on the screen. She stretched her neck desperately, looking for the golden light on the green grass stadium from afar.
It’s not nearly as clear and real as seeing it on the screen, but somehow it’s more satisfying this way.
The warriors from the four schools gathered together in cheers. Cyrus' eyes met with Dumbledore and Grindelwald. They said nothing, but the atmosphere was tense.
Cyrus saw Harry behind Dumbledore clenching his fists tightly and looking like he was trembling.
He was still a little scared.
"The competition will begin in ten minutes." Babajide came over and walked to the middle of the four teams. "The warriors will continue to enter the Forbidden Forest from different directions. If they meet opponents in the Forbidden Forest, they are allowed to fight. The first warrior from Beauxbatons will go first."
Furong stood up, took a deep breath and ran towards the forbidden forest.
The second to go was Harry, followed by Cassandra, then Krum... and then the Beauxbatons warriors.
In the end, only Cyrus, Dumbledore and Grindelwald were left on the Quidditch field. At this time, the sun had risen completely.
The morning mist covered the forbidden forest like a layer of golden gauze under the sunlight.
Cyrus looked up and watched the performance of the nine warriors on the screen.
As soon as Cassandra entered the forest, she immediately began to identify the direction and quickly moved towards the depths of the forbidden forest. She took the initiative to look for the footprints of magical animals, apparently intending to find some clues.
"Mr. Cyrus, it's your turn." Babajide squinted his eyes to look at the time, then turned his head and said to Cyrus.
Cyrus nodded and took a step forward confidently and calmly.
He was almost an hour and a half later than the first Beauxbatons champion Fleur, but he didn't seem to be worried about the time. He walked out of the noisy Quidditch field and headed towards the muddy path leading to the Forbidden Forest.
The forbidden forest was shrouded in mist in the early morning, and he seemed to be walking into a hazy light alone.
(End of this chapter)