Cyrus stood in the center of the Quidditch field. Under the golden sunlight, he looked as majestic as a general returning from victory.

More than a thousand people cheered for him in unison.

In fact, Cyrus was very popular among the young wizards in Hogwarts. Although he committed the Chamber of Secrets attack, not many people were actually injured in the end. In addition, he saved Harry several times and participated in the party last school year, so the young wizards were not particularly unfamiliar with him.

Harry also often publicizes some of Cyrus' deeds. Although most people treat those things as a story and no one is willing to believe that the Dark Lord has really been resurrected, this has also won Cyrus a lot of popularity.

Of course, there are people who are not happy about this.

Umbridge, who had been humiliated by Bella in the stands, was very disgusted with Cyrus. Cyrus' handsome face was a bit eye-catching to her. He was just a criminal who escaped from the Ministry of Magic prison, so he should be ugly! And Barty Crouch Jr., his cold eyes stayed on Cyrus from afar. Two Death Eaters were killed, and they were the Dark Lord's right-hand men. It was impossible for him not to be angry. However, he did not attack immediately, but prepared to wait quietly for the end of the game.

The wait lasted from noon to evening, during which time Cyrus even went to the auditorium to have a leisurely lunch.

It was not until the moment when the outline of the sun completely coincided with the horizon that the last warrior who passed the test reached the end of the Forbidden Forest and returned to Hogwarts.

As expected, the last warrior is Dumbledore.

The old man seemed to have been walking since early morning and did not return home until evening.

In fact, apart from Cyrus, Dumbledore and Grindelwald, there were not many warriors left. Cassandra killed two Death Eaters and eliminated Harry. She did not sit idle and immediately knocked out Krum, who was fighting side by side with her.

Then, she went straight to the finish line and ambushed there. Unfortunately, another warrior from Durmstrang was also ambushed and eliminated by her. Fleur from Beauxbatons escaped. She arrived at the finish line earlier than Cassandra, and Cedric broke out from Cassandra's blockade.

Afterwards, Fischer voluntarily gave up the game, and this chaotic game that was almost like a farce finally ended.

At this moment, Cassandra, exhausted, stood beside Cyrus. She actually wanted to sit down and have a rest, but under the gaze of more than a thousand people, it was impossible for Cassandra to show her weak side.

She held the pumpkin juice that Cyrus handed to her in her hand and took a sip to replenish her energy.

"Well, did I do well?" She shrank her nose slightly and raised her chin proudly towards Cyrus.

"That's really good. I didn't expect you could kill two Death Eaters." Cyrus praised. He knew Cassandra was very talented, but he didn't expect her to be able to do this.

At this moment, the little witch looked embarrassed yet delicate. There was some black dirt on her fair face, her hair was dry and curly due to being baked by the high temperature of the flames, and her clothes were all muddy. But no one would think that she looked miserable at this moment.

On the contrary, when the embers of the scorching sun faded, under the dim afterglow of the dark sky, the disgrace on her body seemed to be covered up, and only the dazzling brilliance remained on her shoulders.

"But I guess I won't be eligible to continue in the next game." Cassandra raised her lips proudly, not looking regretful at all. "In the history of the Triwizard Tournament, I'm probably the only one who retired because of killing too many people!"

Before Cassandra could finish her words, she saw torches lit around the Quidditch pitch. Under the dark blue night sky, only the flames were still glowing.

Cyrus put his robe on Cassandra, then looked at a group of people who were approaching aggressively not far away.

Walking in front was Babajide, followed by Fauji on his right, and then the other referees.

Barty Crouch Jr. was among them.

"Congratulations on completing the first project, warriors." Babajide didn't smile much, "I think you may have discovered that the number of warriors who passed the first test is not right."

Hearing this, Cedric and Fleur immediately looked towards Babajid.

They noticed their teammates were missing very early, but Cedric saw Harry waving to him in the stands when he arrived at the stadium, so he was not too worried. Only Fleur found it strange.

According to the rules, her teammates should not be eliminated, but she neither saw the other two warriors on the big screen nor found them on the Quidditch field.

"Some were eliminated," Furong interrupted Babajide anxiously before he finished speaking.

"But the warriors of Beauxbatons will not be eliminated."

She spoke in French, which Babajide obviously did not understand, but he could roughly understand what she meant.

"Please be patient, Miss Delacour." He said calmly, "I am very sorry and sad about what happened to the two warriors of Beauxbatons..."

A horrible thought immediately popped up in Furong's mind.

Could it be that those two people were unlucky enough to encounter some difficult-to-deal-with magical creatures?

Throughout the entire game, Furong almost always avoided magical animals. Although this might not yield any intelligence or clues, it was a safe bet. However, she didn't expect...

She was still feeling sad for her two classmates, but Umbridge broke her remembrance.

The fat pink woman bypassed Minister of Magic Fudge and Babajid who came on behalf of the International Confederation of Wizards, and took the lead in attacking Cyrus and Cassandra.

"Cassandra Wallace, because of your cruel actions, you will be disqualified from the competition!" She had a hideous face and her ugly eyes bulged outward.

Cassandra was not surprised at all, she had already prepared for this, and now she simply walked forward without any malice, ready to face her own judgment.

But just as she took a step forward, a hand touched her shoulder. Cassandra turned around in surprise and met Cyrus's red-gold eyes.

"I am standing here, and it is not my students' turn to suffer." Cyrus pulled Cassandra back, "Stand back!"

Cassandra, who had just been killing everyone in the Forbidden Forest like a Valkyrie, now seemed to have turned into a delicate and cute little kitten, staring blankly at Cyrus' back.

Cyrus stood in front of Umbridge, staring at her coldly. Umbridge trembled all over, as if she was being stared at by a dragon, and felt the threat of death in an instant.

Her two carrot-like feet kept shaking, and she could hardly stand in front of Cyrus. The majesty that emanated from the depths of her soul made her want to kneel down, but she remembered that she represented the face of the Ministry of Magic.

"I'm afraid you don't know what kind of person your student is. She——"

Before she could finish her words, Cyrus suddenly slapped her in the face with his backhand!

You have to know that with Cyrus's physique, he could easily crush Voldemort's hand bones. With this slap, half of Umbridge's face was directly disabled. The fat on her face was swollen as if she was stung by a hornet's nest. She flew backwards at an angle, rubbing the ground with the other half of her face. Five or six teeth were scattered on the ground like white corn kernels, and there was blood.

Umbridge didn't even react, her two carrot heads pulled out, and she fainted.

No one reacted to the slap. Barty Jr. and Dumbledore both guessed that Cyrus might not be easily threatened, but no one expected it to be such a clean slap.

Cyrus, who had beaten someone, acted as if nothing had happened. He didn't even look at Umbridge, but grabbed Fudge's tie and wiped his hands with his suit tie.

"It's more fun to hit people with your fists. The only downside is that it gets your hands dirty. What do you think, Mr. Cornelius?" Cyrus said to Fudge lightly. His tone sounded like he was very familiar with Fudge, but it was chilling to the ears.

Fudge didn't dare to say a word, fearing that Cyrus would hang him with his tie if he got upset. He could only turn his head and look at Dumbledore for help.

Of course Dumbledore stepped forward without hesitation, and Grindelwald couldn't help but roll his eyes.

It was only Dumbledore. If it were him, he probably wouldn't want to care at all.

It's not that he was afraid of Cyrus so he could only indulge Cassandra. On the one hand, he felt that it was just killing two Death Eaters, which was not a big deal. On the other hand, even if Cassandra really killed students today, it was not Umbridge's turn to step in.

Who is she? How could she be qualified to talk to him? But Dumbledore and Grindelwald were two different people. At this moment, he used his old hand to hold Cyrus' wrist, then looked at Cyrus calmly and said gently, "Okay, Cyrus, let's hear what's going on first."

Dumbledore pulled Cyrus away.

He felt that the biggest difference between Cyrus and Voldemort was that Cyrus was completely communicable, which was even worse than Grindelwald. Grindelwald was born arrogant, but Cyrus was different. He was willing to listen as long as the person who was talking was willing to talk to him properly.

Babajide also breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was highly respected, he was far inferior to Dumbledore in terms of magical ability. The two moves that Cyrus and Dumbledore had tried today were enough to kill him ten times.

"Mr. Cyrus, I have to tell you that Cassandra Wally killed two young warriors from Beauxbatons during the competition. This is a very bad behavior!" Babajid said seriously, "Although the competition is always accompanied by danger, there has never been a precedent of warriors killing each other. I'm afraid we will disqualify Miss Wally from the competition."

His tone was very tactful, almost like a plea.

But no one thought it was wrong, and no one thought there was anything wrong with saying it. Even if someone was dissatisfied, seeing Umbridge's dead toad look, they probably wouldn't be able to say anything else.

But Cyrus shook his head.

"I don't agree."

He looked Babajide straight in the eye, not backing down.

"The rules of the tournament do not prohibit fighting between warriors. Cassandra did not violate the rules, and it is unreasonable to disqualify her," said Cyrus.

In fact, Cassandra doesn't need to do anything in the next game, so it's not a bad thing to let her withdraw from the competition immediately. It's just that Cyrus can accept that Cassandra doesn't want to participate, but he can't accept Cassandra being disqualified.

"Also, I want to make it clear that Cassandra did accidentally injure one of Beauxbatons' warriors during the competition, but the other one was obviously killed by the Fiendfyre, which he could not control." Cyrus said calmly, "It was his own fault to be burned to death by performing such dangerous black magic."

"He had no choice but to release the Fiendfyre because he was besieged!" Little Barty couldn't help it, he stood up angrily. What about "accidental injury" and "self-immolation"... It's as if Cassandra is an innocent little white rabbit! "Besieged?" Cyrus raised his eyebrows, then he looked around and sneered, "Then can I also assume that you are besieging me now?"

He took out his wand under everyone's terrified gaze, and many people were so scared that they took a half step back.

"Do you want to taste the Fiery Flame as well?"

What a lunatic! This sentence popped up in everyone's mind, and now the pressure was on Dumbledore again.

Apart from Dumbledore, no one can suppress Cyrus now. Grindelwald is a possibility, but it would be a good thing if this guy doesn't join forces with Cyrus to deal with Dumbledore.

Dumbledore felt very distressed. He really didn't expect that such a thing would happen in the first project. Killing someone was indeed a serious crime, but Cyrus was unwilling to give in.

His deep blue eyes turned to Cassandra. This beautiful blonde girl didn't look fierce at all. She took a sip of the hot pumpkin juice, and her cheeks puffed up.

This made Dumbledore want to go to the Great Hall as soon as possible to start dinner.

Then he looked at Cyrus again, trying to figure out what was going on.

The two people completed the communication in an instant - the one who was killed was a Death Eater.

Now Dumbledore understood everything completely. He realized that Beauxbatons, whom he had always thought to be weak and innocent, had long become a snake skin for the Death Eaters and their disguise.

There is nothing to hesitate about.

"I think that since the previous rules were not so clear, Miss Wally should not be disqualified." Dumbledore said, watching Barty Jr.'s face become extremely ugly.

"Of course, we'd better impose some restrictions, such as prohibiting killing other warriors or using black magic."

(End of this chapter)