Grindelwald has the power of prophecy.

The moment he entered the forest, he saw Rabastan's death. In fact, he also wanted to kill Rodolphus at this moment.

The Death Eaters thought that the dark wizard left the tower to seek revenge on Dumbledore, but Grindelwald left Nurmengard because of his prophecy.

The clock, the darkness, the curtain and death...

It was the gray body of Dumbledore.

He broke out of his fifty years of self-imprisonment in order to change the future. Grindelwald did not see who killed Dumbledore, but it was not difficult to guess.

There is only one person who can kill Dumbledore, and that is Voldemort!

Grindelwald put his hands behind his back, stroking his wand at his fingertips, and stared at Rodolphus with those dangerous eyes, making Rodolphus feel cold to the bone.

Of course, what concerned Rodolphus more was what Grindelwald had just said.

"Rabastan?"

"What's wrong with him?"

Grindelwald gave her a mocking look and did not answer, but he did not attack Rodolphus either.

Killing Rodolphus is naturally not difficult, but this guy is just a small character. Killing him will be useless. Voldemort will still be resurrected. On the contrary, Grindelwald himself cannot guarantee that he can continue the game after killing someone.

If he was called for a foul and disqualified from the competition, the outcome of Dumbledore's death could not be changed.

"Could it be Cyrus?" Rosdorf had a bad feeling in his heart. According to what Grindelwald said, his brother Rabastan was probably in danger.

He never thought that the people who killed Rabastan were two students. Rosdorf believed that Rabastan was an elite among the Death Eaters after all, and no one except Cyrus could kill him.

But Rosdorf ignored the fact that if it was really Cyrus who made the move, he and Robastan would not be able to withstand even one move together.

At this moment, Cyrus, whom Rodolphus wished to cut into pieces, was pulling the fire dragon with chains and stepping on the monster standing at the top of the magical beast chain!

The Romanian longhorn was like a beaten wild dog, not daring to make a sound. It curled up with its tail between its legs, its huge eyes only opening a tiny slit as it secretly stared at Cyrus, fearing that Cyrus was going to eat it.

Cyrus didn't eat dragon meat on the spot. Although dragon meat is a good tonic and has a certain therapeutic effect when applied to wounds, it is no different from ordinary meat when cooked into a meal.

Most of the magical materials of magical creatures can only be stimulated through magical means, and making them into potions is the best way. Otherwise, Dumbledore's discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood would not be so talked about.

The only purpose of his imprisonment of this fire dragon was naturally to obtain intelligence and clues for the second competition.

Of course, this information is not necessary for him. After all, the existence of the information is to enable the Warriors to be prepared for the second game. But with Cyrus' strength, it makes no difference whether he is prepared or not.

"The second game..."

Cyrus lowered his head, looking at the unknown object in his hand.

A transparent crystal sphere, which looks a bit like a prophecy ball, but it shouldn't be, because when Cyrus pointed his red-gold eyes at the crystal ball, fog immediately filled the sphere, and then, behind the thick fog, a black corridor was faintly visible.

Cyrus thought the place looked familiar.

"It seems that this should be the location of the second game,"

He did not intend to start deciphering the contents of the crystal ball immediately, but pulled the chain hard as if pulling reins. The iron chain shrank tightly in the dragon's throat, melting the dragon scales like a red-hot iron, and merged with the flesh and blood of its neck! The Romanian long-horned dragon immediately wailed, spread its wings, and struggled sadly.

"Be quiet, idiot!" Cyrus' eyes shone with majesty, and he spoke like a king commanding his subjects! The Romanian long-horned dragon immediately lowered its head and became quiet. Not only was it unable to make a sound due to fear, but it was also bound by a magical force that forced it to obey like shackles!

After all, magic is the power to fulfill the wizard's "wishes".

Cyrus's powerful magic power gave his words the power of a "spell". Although he couldn't make his wishes come true, for ordinary wizards, this was already a power close to that of a god.

Many geniuses are proud of being able to invent an excellent spell, but for Cyrus today, it is just a casual remark.

"Take me to find the other magical creatures guarding the clues." He said softly, with an irresistible power in his voice.

Of course, for a fire dragon with strong magic resistance, the magical power of this kind of "words" is actually very weak, and it may even have no effect at all. However, this Romanian long-horned dragon has been defeated by Cyrus, and its fragile heart makes it dare not resist Cyrus' power at all!

The fire dragon spread its wings on the scorched ground and rushed into the air in flames!

The fire dragon is flying!

Its jagged back pierced through the dense branches and leaves at the top of the Forbidden Forest, and brought Cyrus into the dazzling sunlight! Cyrus held the chain with one hand, and he walked on the fire dragon's neck with his right foot, his left foot on its back, and his other hand supported the golden dragon horn that was as majestic as a king's crown!

The wind blowing from high in the sky made Cyrus' robe fly backwards, and he was flying in the air like a dragon knight.

His eyesight was very strong. When he looked back, he could see the boiling Quidditch field from several kilometers away.

“That’s so cool!”

Ron jumped up and yelled for no apparent number of times.

He only knew that Cyrus's move was so cool, just like the king of the Forbidden Forest, riding a powerful fire dragon to patrol his land!

"But the rules don't allow flying." Harry sat down next to Ron weakly.

Of course, this also means that he has lost his eligibility to compete.

But he didn't care too much, since he didn't volunteer to sign up anyway. If Harry was still fantasizing about winning the Goblet of Fire before it selected its champion, his fantasy died after the Goblet of Fire spit out the names of Cyrus and Dumbledore.

He knew his own worth. Not to mention compared with these two legends, he was far from the best among the students of the same year as himself. Perhaps his courage, Hermione's wisdom, Ginny's strength and Ron's humorous personality combined together made him more like a perfect warrior.

When Harry thought about this, the shadow of Cedric emerged in his mind. But even such a Cedric might not be a match for Cassandra, let alone Cyrus.

Then he couldn't help but feel sorry for Cedric, because he was betrayed by Cassandra and now Cedric had to fight alone.

"The rule is that warriors can't fly, not that dragons can't fly." Ron said, "Cyrus just happened to be standing on the dragon's back."

"That makes sense." Harry nodded absentmindedly.

His eyes were not focused on Cyrus's screen, but on Cedric's position. The Hufflepuff champion was not so lucky.

After entering the Forbidden Forest, Cedric had been looking for Harry's location, but the sparks he shot into the sky did not attract Potter, but instead attracted a Te-Bo Warthog.

This is a magical animal that looks very much like a wild boar. It is gray in color, covered with thorns, and has a pair of huge fangs that curve upward in its mouth.

Fortunately, Cedric had good grades and knew not to stand in front of the T-Bo Warthog, otherwise the two fangs could easily pierce his abdomen! He finally cast an eye disease spell and avoided the T-Bo Warthog, but then broke into the territory of the runes. This three-headed snake monster is usually only two feet long, but the runes that Cedric encountered were so big that they were difficult to attach, as if they were under the expansion spell! It reminded Harry of the snake slough left by the basilisk when he and Ron saw it on the way to the Chamber of Secrets in the second year.

Fortunately, the Runespoor is not a particularly ferocious animal, and Cedric also knows its weaknesses. The three heads of this snake each have their own functions. The most intelligent head is the left head, and the most poisonous is the right head.

However, theoretical knowledge was apparently not enough. Cedric had no experience in actual combat with the Runespoor, and ended up mixing up left and right - the left snake head was actually on the right side - which resulted in him being bitten by the right head and poisoned.

Fortunately, an uninvited guest broke into the battle at this time - the centaur from the Forbidden Forest rescued Cedric like a brave knight.

The other person Harry was concerned about was naturally Cassandra, who had eliminated him.

At first, it was hard for Te to get over Cassandra's betrayal. He was also a follower of Cyrus, a believer in him, but he was betrayed. That was not a pleasant feeling! However, when he woke up from his coma and returned to the audience, he immediately changed his mind.

Both Seamus and Neville came over to express their sympathy to Harry. Although they didn't say much, Harry could feel the fear and malice towards Cassandra from their eyes and tone, which reminded Harry of the time when he was mistakenly thought to be the heir to the Chamber of Secrets.

"She's protecting you, Harry," Hermione whispered.

She already knew from Harry why Cassandra had to kill people - because the wizard from Beauxbatons who was killed was actually a Death Eater.

"If she hadn't attacked you then, you would have been an accomplice, and now you've become a victim as well."

"But what about her?" Harry felt a little uncomfortable.

"There's no need to worry about her." Ginny shook her head. "You forgot that her school is in Ilvermorny. It's you who will have to live in Hogwarts for another three and a half years. Besides, you should be more careful. You've been captured by Death Eaters twice, but you still don't learn your lesson?"

Ginny was referring to Harry's lack of vigilance.

Harry was a little embarrassed, and Ron interrupted them at this time.

"Look, Krum is almost eliminated."

Harry was also very interested in this star Quidditch player who had performed so well in the World Cup, so he looked over and saw Fisher defeat Krum.

The two of them met head-on and chose to attack head-on in an upright manner.

Obviously, Fisher may not be as good as Krum in Quidditch, but he is better at wizard duels. He used a spell to hang Krum on the treetop and then took away Krum's wand in one fell swoop.

But before Fischer could be happy, he was attacked by Rodolphus.

Rodolphus was already furious when he knew something might have happened to his brother, and since Grindelwald didn't seem to have any intention of cooperating, he didn't waste any time and turned around without hesitation to look for Rabastan, but found nothing.

It was at this time that he discovered Fischer, and his anger immediately erupted.

He attacked Fischer without hesitation, and a fiery spell hit Fischer's back, causing Fischer to roll on the ground several times before stopping.

"You bastard under Cyrus's feet, let me collect some interest from you before my master is resurrected!" Rodolphus stared at Fisher fiercely, as if he was looking at a dead man.

He would not risk killing Fisher, let alone casting the Unforgivable Curse, but Rodolphus was still confident that he could teach this brat a lesson.

"The warrior of Beauxbatons?" Fisher frowned tightly. He didn't quite understand what Rodolphus was saying.

Unlike Cassandra, Fisher didn't know that the person standing in front of him was a Death Eater. He was like Cedric, excellent, but innocent, just a representative of a good student. Maybe he would follow in Cyrus' footsteps in the future, but now, he was just an ordinary student.

But there was one thing Fischer was very clear about: the man in front of him was insulting his principal. Just this point alone was a little difficult for Fischer to tolerate!

"You dare to insult Professor Sellers?" He ignored the burning pain from his back and glared at Rodolphus angrily, holding the wand in his hand tighter. "I'm going to challenge you to a duel for the honor of the Twelve Auror Fisher family!"

However, before he could finish his words, a spell had already brushed past the golden hair beside his ear, and then, a huge monster crushed the rock and bushes and rushed towards him like a train!

The beautiful figure with golden fluttering hair, stepping on the huge runes, and the magic wand fired spells like a machine gun! "Vore?" Fisher was so surprised that even his tone changed.

Cassandra raised her delicate chin and shouted, "Fischer, what era is this? Why are you still dueling? What's next should be a just fight!"

(End of this chapter)