The Fiery Flame began to burn.

Rodolphus had obviously made a desperate move. He had the ability to control the Fiendfyre, but at this moment he had no intention of controlling the flames at all! Under the spreading flames, he looked like a demon who had come back from hell for revenge! "Die with me!" Rodolphus laughed madly in the flames. The flames were reflected in his pupils, and the heat waves roasted his skin, making him look like it was covered with cracks.

In fact, Rodolphus did look like he was about to break into pieces.

Just after more than a decade of life in Azkaban came to an end, he once again witnessed Voldemort's defeat. Although he was still working among the Death Eaters, his heart had long been unable to bear the burden.

Bellatrix's betrayal, Rabastan's death...

All this almost became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Although he is a Death Eater, he does not care about everything. At least the honor of the family has always been very important to Rodolphus. But now, Lestrange is almost a joke.

In this case, it would be better to let everything burn to ashes in the fierce fire!

Bring the enemies in front of him, as well as his own life, to the presence of the god of death, and let death make the final judgment!

"This is crazy..."

Mag stared at the screen blankly. She was not the only one who felt worried. Once the Fiendfyre got out of control, the consequences would be immeasurable. Not to mention the Forbidden Forest itself, there were four contestants who died there! The most innocent were naturally Fisher and Krum.

The Quidditch star had recovered from his defeat, but was still suspended in the air, unable to escape, his wand still in Fisher's hand.

Fisher did not forget him, but he could not care so much in the current situation. He and Cassandra were completely surrounded by flames. They faced Rodolphus through the flames. The scorching temperature made it difficult for him to breathe. Even Cassandra lost her previous elegance. Sweat twisted her long golden hair into clumps, sticking tightly to her forehead.

"Hahaha," Rodolphus laughed at this moment. He seemed to not care about his life at all. In his chest, besides the hot smoke, there was only the pleasure of revenge! "How ridiculous! You are just making trouble for yourself!"

He was referring, of course, to Cassandra's Anti-Apparition Charm, which had been cast to prevent Rodolphus from escaping but had instead become a prisoner for Cassandra herself in the sea of ​​fire.

"What should we do?" Fisher asked anxiously.

"You should think of a solution on your own and don't rely on me for everything. I'm not your mother." Cassandra said irritably. She was not in the mood to joke, but just a little annoyed.

She thought that Rodolphus might cast a killing curse, and if so, the opponent would be disqualified from the competition. But Cassandra never thought that Rodolphus would be so bold and would perish with her! In the flames, her eyes, as green as a deep pool of water, narrowed.

Perhaps only the Fiendfyre, which would kill both parties, could allow Rodolphus to destroy the bodies and remove all evidence that he was a Death Eater.

Cassandra was still thinking about what to do when the flames surrounded her. The gushing flames stood up high like an attacking snake and pounced on her like venomous fangs!

Cassandra immediately cast a spell to shatter the flame, but she could not stop the fire from spreading.

She and Fischer kept fighting off the flames, but their steps kept retreating, but behind them was also an endless sea of ​​fire. They were getting farther and farther away from the instigator, Rodolphus, and when Cassandra looked over again, the pitiful figure of Rodolphus had completely disappeared in the fire.

"Fischer," Cassandra shouted loudly, but even though Fischer was right beside her, the loud noise of the burning flames and the sound of large tracts of cedar trees collapsing in the flames drowned out her voice like a rainstorm.

Fortunately, Fisher heard it.

This upright man had managed to save Krum from the tree, just as Krum was almost engulfed by the flames. Now he looked a little dazed, standing stupidly behind Cassandra and Fischer with his wand, not knowing what to do.

He and Fisher placed all their hopes on Cassandra, waiting for her to give orders.

"Do you have any good idea that can save us from death?" Fisher asked loudly.

"Stick the wand into the ground!" Cassandra raised the wand high, she even stood on tiptoe, her slender body formed a beautiful arc, in the firelight, she was like a fluttering willow tree.

Krum didn't speak much English, but he could still listen, and he and Fischer both understood Cassandra's intention.

The three of them leaned against each other's backs like a triangle, forming a circle.

The next moment, "All the curses are over!"

Cassandra squatted down suddenly, her long golden hair flying back due to inertia, and her wand stabbed into the ground! "All curses are over!"

"All curses come to an end!"

Starting from the point where the three of them stabbed their wands into the ground, a golden curtain spread out and gradually connected together. The curtain became a huge barrier that blocked the flames outside the barrier!

This managed to control the fire temporarily, but their magical power was not enough to quell the flames. When their strength was exhausted, they might not be able to escape in the end.

"What should we do?" Fischer asked again anxiously.

"Wait for death." Cassandra rolled her eyes.

She was now in a deadlock. If she wanted to stop the fierce fire, she could only keep the wand stuck in the ground, but this would be just waiting for death. However, if she wanted to try something else, she would have to pull out the wand. Then the flames would immediately find an outlet and rush in all at once, burning the three of them to death!

She looked outside the safety circle. The fire was getting stronger and stronger. The uncontrollable flames burned all the way to the top of the treetops. The lush needles flashed like brilliant sparks and cracks, and then fell like rain in a burning state.

The shadow of the huge runespoor had disappeared, and Cassandra didn't know whether it had escaped or been buried in the sea of ​​fire.

As for Rodolphus, I'm afraid that poor guy has already turned into a piece of ash floating in the sea of ​​fire.

"We are dead too." Krum said in Bulgarian, looking very pessimistic.

"I have one last solution." Cassandra reached out to wipe away the sweat that kept oozing from her forehead, and then took off the robe that was in the way. She was wearing an ankle-length pleated skirt underneath the robe, and a white shirt with a sleeveless sweater over her upper body, with her chest bulging high.

Under the puzzled gazes of Krum and Fischer, Cassandra rolled up her sleeves, revealing her white left arm. On the inside of her left hand, a gray spiral mark rolled up like a wisp of smoke.

"What's this?"

"Ancient magic!" Cassandra said without turning her head.

"Fisher, I'll pull out the wand from the ground in a moment, and the two of you will immediately cast protective spells to keep Fiendfyre out!" she said in a deep voice, her eyes never more serious than they were now.

On the other hand, Cassandra couldn't guarantee that her method would work.

"Then give it a try!" Krum nodded vigorously. As a Quidditch player, he was not lacking in courage.

"Okay!" Fisher also nodded seriously. He held the magic spell tightly, as if he was about to pull it out at any time.

Cassandra grasped the wand with the hand bearing the mark, and with her right hand she held the arm of her left hand in reverse, pressing her thumb on the mark of ancient magic.

The mark seemed to come alive.

The power of ancient magic began to flow, like a wisp of smoke, or like a drop of ink falling into clear water, it spread in Cassandra's body and instantly merged into the original magic in her body.

At this moment, Cassandra felt an unusual power flowing through her body. Her emerald green pupils seemed to be dyed golden at this moment. She exhaled deeply, "Get ready!"

Krumm and Fischer's hearts immediately rose to their throats.

Then, Cassandra was the first to draw her wand!

In the blink of an eye, the fierce fire found a vulnerable outlet like a torrent, and rushed towards Cassandra like gushing magma!

The blazing heat of the flames almost turned her hair dry and curly.

"Iron armor protection!"

Fortunately, Fischer and Krum did not make any mistakes. They both gave Cassandra the highest trust without hesitation. Fischer gave up completely on himself, and the Armor Spell almost only protected Cassandra!

If it weren't for Krum's spell, Fischer himself would probably be dead.

Now, they are like two fragile bubbles in the ocean, which may be crushed and shattered by the flames like sea water at any time!

Cassandra raised her wand high, as if she was raising the authority of a god:

"Flame separation!"

In an instant, the sea of ​​fire parted, and a narrow scorched road opened up in the flames. The flames surged as if they had encountered a wall but could not drown it, as if they were burning for this road! Krum and Fischer were stunned, but Cassandra knew very well that the separation spell would not last long. Although it was a spell based on the traces of ancient magic left by the Marked Cyrus, its power still depended on the ability of the caster.

"Hurry up!" she shouted, and ran out without looking back.

This stunned McGonagall and others who were originally discussing how to rescue on the Quidditch field. They had to be extremely careful about the danger of the Fiendfyre, and it was not an easy task to extinguish the Fiendfyre. However, Cassandra's performance was beyond their expectations.

"If she wasn't so fierce, I'm afraid the results would be very good." Lupin, who came to watch as a relative of the warrior, said regretfully to Sirius.

"The problem now is how to put out the fire," Sirius said seriously.

The fierce fire has not been extinguished yet. If it continues to spread, it will sooner or later submerge the entire forbidden forest.

"I think it won't be long before Dumbledore notices the fire."

What Lupin said was right, except that the person who came was not Dumbledore, but Cyrus.

Not long after Cassandra and the other two escaped from the flames, Cyrus arrived on a fire dragon. He sensed Cassandra's magic of the mark and came here, and just happened to see Cassandra and the other two escaping from the flames.

However, he did not chase after it. Instead, he rescued the dying Runespoor from the flames and then put out the fire.

"Cassandra is really powerful. She killed two Death Eaters. I'm sure Barty Crouch Jr. must be very angry." Cyrus chuckled.

In his eyes, the two Death Eaters were nothing, just like ants. It didn't matter whether they were killed or not. However, it was a worthy death if they were used to train Cassandra's skills.

The Runespoor was not burned to death by the fire due to its high resistance to magic, but it still suffered a lot. It twisted its body in pain and exuded the fragrance of snake meat. Obviously, a large part of it had been roasted by the flames.

The two not-so-bright heads in the middle and on the right endured the pain and couldn't help turning their heads back as if they were going to taste themselves.

If Cassandra's separation spell was amazing enough, Cyrus's effortless destruction of the huge fire was even more incredible. He and the dragon stood together on the charred wasteland. The originally sturdy fir trees were only short charred pieces standing crookedly in the same place, and gray smoke was rising from the ground.

"Now it's time to finish the first game."

The two Death Eaters were already dead, and Cyrus had collected almost all the information he needed. He looked in the direction of the finish line, and the Romanian Longhorned Dragon immediately understood and flew towards the finish line.

There were actually several door keys waiting at the end. Just touch them and you would be transported to the Quidditch field immediately. Cyrus looked at the twelve keys, several of which were destined to be unused.

Everyone could see the scene of Cyrus walking towards the finish line. They had just come out of a tense and exciting life-and-death struggle, and now they held their breath, ready to cheer for the first warrior to reach the finish line, even though this warrior was not the Dumbledore they imagined.

Speaking of Dumbledore, he was having a lot of fun. He really regarded himself as a warrior participating in the competition. He was very actively looking for clues for the second game and insisted on walking.

This was also why his progress lagged behind everyone else and he hadn't even reached halfway through the Forbidden Forest yet.

It was a novel experience for him to participate in the Warriors Tournament at the age of over a hundred, not to mention that the competition was not without its own fun and challenges, knowing that at the end, both Cyrus and Grindelwald were waiting for a duel.

After all, Dumbledore is also an old lion.

He craves vitality and adventure.

“Bang!”

On the empty Quidditch field, Cyrus, with his blond hair highlighted, stood in the sun.

In an instant, more than a thousand people cheered. They stood up and cheered with their hands raised.

(End of this chapter)