As Cyrus stepped into the forbidden forest, he was greeted by a cold and damp breath.

The early morning sunshine did not seem to bring warmth and light to this dark jungle. The tall trees with lush branches and leaves crushed the sunlight and scattered it among the trees. The light seemed to be frozen and trapped in a narrow space, looking so powerless.

But it also looked like long spears piercing into the darkness.

The Forbidden Forest remains the same.

Cyrus's feet were slippery on a thick layer of wet dead leaves, but it didn't affect him. With his ability, it would only take a moment to get from the starting point to the end point, but the competition was not just about who got there first and got a higher score. The performance along the way and the intelligence obtained would become the criteria for the judges' scoring.

For most runners, it is difficult to reach the finish line smoothly. But for Cyrus, he has to do it well, because the finish line has never been his goal.

Therefore, as soon as he entered the woods, before he went too deep, he stopped, as if he was waiting for someone.

Quidditch pitch.

Cyrus's distinctive performance immediately caught the attention of everyone watching the event.

"He's stopped!" Lee Jordan used his usual Quidditch commentary style, shouting loudly even without a microphone.

"What do you think he's doing?" Hermione asked without turning her head, staring at the screen intently.

Ginny also shook her head in confusion.

Ron, on the other hand, had a ridiculous idea in his mind. He couldn't help but pull the corner of his mouth to one side, his face full of surprise: "Is he waiting for Dumbledore or Grindelwald?"

"Compete with Dumbledore? He has no chance!" Hagrid replied in his loud voice. His voice attracted the attention of many young wizards around, but Hagrid's confidence was soon shaken.

"Wait, Dumbledore is the person the You-Know-Who fears the most, but Cyrus has also defeated the You-Know-Who. I think it's hard to say how strong the two of them are!" His face looked a little ugly, and he began to worry about Dumbledore.

The handsome headmaster of Ilvermorny planned to take on Dumbledore.

The news spread by word of mouth almost instantly, and before Dumbledore set off, it had already reached the ears of every young wizard in the stands.

Cornelius Fudge, who came from the Ministry of Magic to watch the battle, was shocked by the news. He couldn't imagine that someone would be stupid enough to challenge either Dumbledore or Grindelwald! You know, although he is a little bit strong now and is eager to get out of Dumbledore's control, this is based on his sufficient understanding of Dumbledore's character. He knows that Dumbledore will not really do anything to him.

As for confronting Dumbledore openly? He doubted that even if all the wizards in the Ministry of Magic joined together, they would not be able to hurt him at all.

"It's really crazy." His neck was almost invisible under his fat head, but he still shook his head smoothly.

"I think he wants revenge." Umbridge said sweetly, "Isn't this man the criminal that Dumbledore subdued before? It seems that he still doesn't understand the difference between himself and the strongest wizard."

Although the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore are now somewhat at odds, no matter what, Dumbledore still represents the face of the British wizarding world. Umbridge and Fudge naturally regard Dumbledore as one of their own - even as a wizard under the Ministry of Magic.

"I bet thirty Galleons that it will take Dumbledore less than five minutes to deal with this kid." Ludo Bagman laughed excitedly, "And this is despite Dumbledore's love for a young man."

"You think so?" Arthur Weasley, who was sitting next to him, asked with a raised eyebrow.

Although he would rather believe that Dumbledore was stronger, his daughter was a little fan of Cyrus. Thanks to her, Arthur knew Cyrus' abilities clearly.

"Thirty Galleons, would you like a bet, Ludo?" Arthur said with a smile. "I don't think Dumbledore will win for at least half an hour."

Molly poked Arthur's waist angrily and whispered in his ear, "What are you doing? We can't even afford a single Galleon! What's more, Bagman is a man who doesn't keep his word. Have you forgotten how much he lost in the Quidditch World Cup? And he ended up using those fake things to pay off his debts!"

Molly's words did give Arthur pause.

To be honest, Ludo's credit is not very good. If it weren't for the participation of him as the director of the Sports Department in this championship, he would probably still be being hunted by debt collectors.

But this time, Ludo probably felt that he had won the game, so he took out thirty Galleons and placed them in front of Arthur and Molly. To be honest, except for the time when she went to Gringotts with Harry to withdraw money, Molly hadn't seen so many gold Galleons for a long time.

"Come on then! Thirty, you bet that within half an hour, Dumbledore or Grindelwald can't beat Cyrus, right? Otherwise, I win!" Ludo cunningly relaxed his winning conditions. He felt that five minutes might not be safe, but half an hour would definitely be foolproof.

Someone was rushing to give her money, and now even Molly could not say anything to object. She just emphasized that Arthur must not tell this to the children, so as to prevent them from following his example and becoming addicted to gambling like Ludo Bagman.

"Very good, I will be your witness." Fudge jumped out and looked at Arthur with his fat eyes. "Arthur, it looks like you are doomed to fail."

Ludo also shouted immediately, and Dumbledore on the court began to walk towards the forbidden forest: "Look, Dumbledore is starting to enter the forest."

On the screen, Dumbledore's twice-bent nose looks particularly conspicuous and unique.

At the moment Dumbledore stepped into the Forbidden Forest, Cyrus, who had been standing still with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

He seemed to have his eyes closed, but in fact he was casting a supersensory spell, and his brain was constantly emitting waves like a radar.

"Over here, Dumbledore."

Just like those people thought, Cyrus was waiting for Dumbledore, but he was not in a hurry to compete with Dumbledore who was holding the Elder Wand. He just wanted to find out the bottom line first.

He found the direction Dumbledore took to enter the Forbidden Forest. It was a little far, but it was not a difficult task for him.

Before Dumbledore had adjusted to the damp and cold air in the Forbidden Forest, Cyrus had already crossed a distance of half a mile and appeared before Dumbledore in a cloud of mist.

He did not choose to attack by surprise, but appeared openly, with the dark green snake on his wrist moving down and turning into a wand in his hand. Dumbledore was not surprised, and the Elder Wand fell into his palm.

The two of them stood in the jungle shrouded in morning mist, and the frozen beams of sunlight around them seemed to have become the fences erected in the arena.

"You know, this reminds me of the battle we had in the Shrieking Shack not long ago." Dumbledore smiled nostalgically, "It wasn't that long ago, but everything is completely different now. Old people are always easily abandoned by time, what do you think?"

"I think all we need to do now is fight." Cyrus attacked fiercely, and a spell was shot out. The shock of magic power instantly shattered the nearby clouds and mist!

The light also distorted in an instant!

Dumbledore quickly pulled his wand and whipped the spell with a whip, detonating it and blocking Cyrus's sight. The next moment, he disappeared from the spot and appeared behind Cyrus. A silent spell immediately turned into a huge arrow that stabbed Cyrus' back! On the Quidditch field.

Ginny and Hermione were terrified. Although the spell was an arrow, it could be used to hunt dragons and giants. They suspected that even a solid wall would not be able to withstand this attack! As expected, in the picture, Cyrus seemed to have noticed Dumbledore's attack from behind in advance. He turned into a thick white smoke, which was dispersed by the arrows and gathered not far away.

Bang!!! The arrow passed through his body and instantly pierced into the trunk of a giant redwood tree.

The trunk, which was nearly ten meters in diameter, was blown into pieces without leaving any powder. Only the branches and leaves at the top that were intertwined with other trees supported the redwood tree that had lost its lower half and hung in the air.

"Is he crazy?!" Ron almost jumped up, "He's not really going to kill Cyrus, is he?"

"Quiet!" Ginny angrily pulled his wizard robes and pulled him off his seat.

"What's wrong? Aren't you two worried?" Ron asked angrily, "I thought you guys cared so much about Cyrus!"

"We just have faith in Cyrus," Hermione said unhappily, "He must have been in much more danger when he was fighting You-Know-Who than he is now."

Hearing this, Ron finally calmed down.

He did hear Harry talk about some scenes of Cyrus fighting with Voldemort. He heard that Cyrus was just like Harry, and even the Killing Curse couldn't kill him. In this light, Dumbledore's attack was probably nothing.

Neville, who was sitting not far from them, was nervous and angry. His eyes sometimes looked at the screen, and sometimes turned to the highest point of the stands with hatred.

Bellatrix, the woman who murdered his parents.

Neville didn't understand why Cyrus, who was Harry's friend, would hang out with the Death Eaters? The answer was actually very simple. Cyrus was not a saint like Dumbledore. He didn't care much about the sins Bella had committed. In his eyes, Bella and the other Death Eaters who had surrendered to him were all just his blades.

He didn't care how many people this knife had killed before, or how cruelly it treated its enemies. He just needed to know that Bella was loyal to him enough, and was more capable and sharper than most Death Eaters. That was enough.

The world does not revolve around a single person. Even if Neville can't figure it out, the battle still goes on.

Cyrus and Dumbledore had fought back and forth for several rounds, with numerous spells passing through them, almost taking their lives by a hair's breadth! Where had the wizards present ever seen such a tense and exciting duel? For a moment, the entire Quidditch stadium was completely silent, and everyone held their breath, fearing that any noise they made would have any impact on the two people on the screen.

In the picture, Cyrus suddenly disappeared, and his figure seemed to appear in several places at the same time.

"Using several Apparitions at the same time?" Dumbledore frowned secretly. Wizards don't have the spell to clone themselves. As expected, Cyrus performed several Apparitions at the same time, making his figure appear in different places around him for a short time.

This is a technique that tests the wizard's ability very much. Ordinary Apparition has the risk of disintegration, but this method can be torn into pieces if you are not careful! However, not only did Cyrus not get torn into pieces, he also surrounded Dumbledore, shooting powerful spells from several angles at the same time, and four or five red beams of light suddenly slashed towards Dumbledore!

He had nowhere to hide and could only take it head-on!

But Dumbledore didn't seem worried at all.

He first took a step back slightly, and the elder wand shot out, attracting a spell like a lightning rod. He turned around and shook it, grafting this spell onto the spell that attacked from behind.

Then, Dumbledore cast the traceless extension spell at some point, lengthening the distance of the third spell, took a step sideways, dodged the attack, and then took the fourth spell head-on, knocking it away and hitting the fifth spell! All this happened in an instant. At that moment, he was surrounded by chaotic beams of light, which made people think that he was in great danger, but he calmly solved all the problems.

"This is a trick, Cyrus. Sometimes we don't have to rush into a head-on collision." He said lightly, "Strong magic power doesn't mean everything."

Cyrus always felt that the next sentence he was going to say was: "Traditional magic spells focus on the transformation of strength."

"You're right." Cyrus put away his wand. He did not use his full strength, and Dumbledore did the same.

But as a test, this was enough. Another reason was that another white-haired wizard was rushing over here impatiently—Grindelwald almost went straight to the place where the two were fighting.

He had no martial ethics and launched a sneak attack, but the spell did not hit anyone, but exploded between Cyrus and Dumbledore.

It was more like a clarion call, announcing his entry into the fray.

He raised his chin in a haughty manner, a disgusting smile on his lips - it was not a smile at all, just the pulling of flesh.

"You guys are having a blast, mind letting me join in?"

(End of this chapter)