Perhaps those people in the Ministry of Magic regarded Cyrus as a soft persimmon at the beginning, because both Fudge and Umbridge had seen how Cyrus was caught by Dumbledore, and they thought that only one or two years had passed and the result would not change.
But in fact, Cyrus's magical power may be superior to Dumbledore's now. The only trouble is the old wand.
He had never fought this wand in full force, but when Harry became the master of this wand, even Voldemort was defeated.
Cyrus' only worry was whether the legendary invincible Elder Wand would possess the power of the god of death, making anyone it recognized as its master invincible when holding it in battle.
But no matter what, Cyrus is different now than before. Back then, when he faced Dumbledore, he was thinking about how to escape, but now he is sure that he can defeat him!
"What a boring farce." Grindelwald was fed up with the face of the Ministry of Magic. He had seen many stupid magical regimes, but it was very rare in the world to find one as stupid as the British Ministry of Magic.
He could only blame Dumbledore for protecting these fools too well.
To the point that these brainless things actually thought they could use secular power to imprison a demon king. To be honest, people like Cyrus and him who are willing to abide by the rules of the game or the law are already a kind act of mercy.
If they wanted, it would only take a little effort to conquer the British wizarding world within a day.
He yawned and looked at Cyrus and Dumbledore flirting with a bit of displeasure. Although he knew that Cyrus liked girls, even if he didn't, he couldn't be an old man over a hundred years old, and Dumbledore's loose bones couldn't stand the torment of young people.
But he just wasn't very happy.
The two white eyebrows twitched restlessly. He tilted his head and looked at Dumbledore: "When are we having dinner, Dumbledore?"
"It's already dark and the weather is cold. Please don't ask me, a man over a hundred years old, to stand in the cold wind and suffer, okay?"
Dumbledore looked at him, or rather, everyone looked at Grindelwald.
At this moment, Fudge was even a little grateful to Grindelwald for breaking the deadlock so that he wouldn't be too embarrassed. However, Dumbledore's gaze was the most profound and complex.
"You can go now, Mr. Grindelwald." He showed no emotion, and his voice revealed deliberate alienation. "Everyone go back to the Great Hall, Severus, you take Umbridge to the school hospital."
"I?"
Snape, who was standing far away and hiding in the darkness like a bat, was stunned for a moment. He looked at Umbridge lying on the ground with undisguised disgust on his face.
Although he looks like a big bat, he is not a real bat and has no interest in toads.
"You can help Madam Pomfrey prepare some potions so that she can get better faster." Dumbledore did not give Snape a chance to refuse and walked towards the hall with others.
The Quidditch field was shrouded in darkness, with only Snape and a gorgeous ugly toad left.
The people from the Ministry of Magic did not attend the dinner. After what happened just now, they had no face to stay. Another person who did not attend the dinner was everyone in Beauxbatons, which everyone could understand.
After all, who would happily sit with them after someone died? At the dinner, the impact of Cassandra's brutal killing of two Death Eaters was already obvious. Wherever she passed, all the young wizards could not help but make way for her. Even the seats that were originally sitting at the Slytherin table were vacated.
She originally attracted a lot of attention because of her beauty, but now no one dared to look at her directly. Everyone was afraid that she would suddenly pick up the magic wand and cast a spell on them.
You might get hurt if you get into a conflict with others, but if you annoy this person, he will just kill you. Are you afraid? Cassandra didn't care at all. On the contrary, she enjoyed the fearful looks from others. Her smug attitude made Ginny and Hermione a little unhappy.
"She's so amazing!" Ron said admiringly. "If it were me, I wouldn't know how to stay in Hogwarts."
He dreamed of becoming a person who was the center of attention, but forget about being the center of attention like Cassandra, as the strange looks from others would defeat him.
Harry was a little absent-minded at the dinner.
He turned his head to look at Cedric who was being cheered and loved by the little badgers at the Hufflepuff table, hesitated for a moment, and then walked over.
"Cedric." He called out. A boy sitting next to Cedric was stunned for a moment and made room for Harry so that the petite Harry could squeeze in.
"Sorry, I was eliminated a little early." Harry said apologetically, "I was going to go through the level with you."
"Don't worry, Harry. You were eliminated by Cassandra Wallace. I've heard about her, too," Cedric said, looking at the blonde beauty sitting alone at the Slytherin table with a dangerous and fearful look. He couldn't help but feel terrified. "Fortunately, she didn't kill you. If it were me, I would have been killed too."
Cassandra turned around as if she had sensed something and exchanged glances with Cedric. Cedric did not immediately retract his gaze in fear, but instead looked away calmly.
"To be honest, we thought too easily about other schools and the competition at first," Cedric said to Harry.
Harry deeply agreed with this point. When he first heard about the tournament, he thought it was just an ordinary school exchange competition, but then Cyrus and Grindelwald appeared, and the three strongest wizards directly joined the competition...
Then there are the Death Eaters...
It's easy to imagine that there must be a lot of conspiracies and intrigues involved.
Harry saw Voldemort exist in various forms - Quirrell in the first year, Cyrus who was mistaken for Voldemort in the second year, Voldemort took the body of a goblin in the third year and then came back from the body of his father...
Although Voldemort was defeated again and again, he could not be killed. Who knows what kind of appearance he will come back in this time? "And you are not completely useless." Cedric said, patting Harry's shoulder with a particularly ruddy face, "The centaur in the Forbidden Forest, his name is Firenze, and he asked me if I knew you!"
Hearing this, Harry grinned.
Then he took out the magic gun.
"Here's to you," Harry said, "We're running low on bullets, but you have the means to make your own, so that's no problem. I hope it can help with the second project, or maybe you'd rather just give up?"
In fact, Harry really hoped that Cedric would give up the game.
Now, apart from Cyrus and the other two, there are only three students who have entered the second event - Cedric, Fleur and the most terrifying female demon Cassandra.
Harry wasn't worried about Cassandra, because he knew that Cassandra killed Death Eaters, but Fleur Delacour - Harry glanced furtively at the Ravenclaw table, which had several empty seats.
The half-Veela who was always charming was now the last warrior of Beauxbatons. No one knew what she would do in the second event, and she might not even be the one participating in the competition.
"No, I will continue to participate!" Cedric shook his head. He looked more like a brave Gryffindor. "Don't worry about me, Harry. I will ensure my own safety first."
"Good luck." Harry nodded as well.
There was a gap of two or three months between the end of the first game and the start of the second game.
The second program will be after the Christmas holidays and will not start until spring. During this time, the warriors and candidates from other schools can only attend classes at Hogwarts.
During this time, Harry could not feel any atmosphere of the competition. The wizards from the Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards had all gone back, and everything seemed to have returned to its most ordinary state, except for one thing -
"I can't understand why you can skip the final exam if you've already been eliminated?" Ron asked a little jealously.
No final exams, he dreamed of such treatment! "I wish I could be selected as a Warrior! I'd be eliminated in the first round and win the whole school year!" He slammed his hands on the table and wrote homework that was thicker than his thumb.
"Don't be silly, Harry will take the exam, right?!" Hermione said as a matter of course. She couldn't understand why someone would not want to take the exam?
But Harry's silence said it all.
This annoyed Hermione greatly.
She slammed the book down on the table and glared at him, and then all three of them were kicked out of the library by Madam Pince.
But even so, Hermione kept persuading Harry to take the exam, or at least not give up the next courses and studies, otherwise he might get nothing this school year.
"You've seen how good Cassandra is. If you keep wasting your time like this, I bet Cyrus won't even need someone like you as a believer." Hermione said loudly.
Only then did Harry pick up his homework and start writing.
This surprised Snape. He had already expected that Harry would use the name of a "warrior" to not do his homework in Potions class. He was also prepared to ridicule Harry, the eliminated warrior, during class. But Harry actually finished his homework. This made Snape pause in his thoughts.
This class became one of the few classes where Harry was not ridiculed by Snape. Of course, don't expect him to say anything nice.
Usually, Cyrus stayed in the library of Hogwarts or in his carriage. He rarely went out to hang out because the girls of Hogwarts would always come to him inadvertently and pretend to do something.
Moreover, the facilities inside the carriage are almost complete, and if there is something missing, it can be created by magic.
Except for the books in the library.
This is why Cyrus often stays in the library.
In the past, he only visited the banned book section, but he didn't realize that there were actually many good books in the non-banned book section. Most of these were magic theories, but he could still gain a lot from reading them.
There are some conjectures that Cyrus can verify himself.
Cyrus was usually used to having many little girls around him looking around constantly, but this "girl" today was a little special.
He looked towards a corner of the dim bookshelf in the library, where a blue shadow floated by.
"You've been peeking at me for a long time, Ms. Grey." Cyrus lowered his head and continued reading the book.
"Ms. Grey?" When Helena Ravenclaw heard the name, she immediately rushed out from behind the bookshelf in anger, with a desperate look on her face, as if she wanted to tear Cyrus to pieces with her own hands.
"You liar! You stole the crown from me, and at that time you still affectionately called me Helena...but now, you call me Ms. Grey?!"
The Ghost of Ravenclaw, whose real name is Helena Ravenclaw, is the daughter of the founder of the house.
At this moment, she angrily grabbed Cyrus' face with her hands that could not touch anything.
"First of all, the one who deceived you was Tom Riddle, not me. We just look a bit alike." Cyrus ignored the ghost's attack and said calmly, "Secondly, I can give you the crown that Tom Riddle promised to find for you now."
He took out the crown that had been completely covered with rust and could no longer be recognized from its original appearance. Helena, who had been chattering incessantly, finally stopped talking and knelt on the ground, covering her face and crying.
"It is completely broken, for Voldemort used it as a carrier for his Horcruxes. That evil magic destroyed the tiara..."
"I feel sorry for my mother..."
"Of course!" Cyrus didn't say a word of comfort, but nodded seriously, "The wisest Ravenclaw actually has a daughter as stupid as you..."
Cyrus hated stupidity.
It just so happens that Helena is a complete idiot and the most annoying love-brained idiot. It is not surprising that such a person would do anything.
"Well, anyway, the tiara has been returned. No matter how worn out it is, it is a relic of Ms. Ravenclaw. You should keep it well." He stood up from his seat. Even though he had used a spell to block out the sound in advance, this position had already attracted many eyes. - Night.
The ghost ship swaying in the Black Lake disturbed Captain Jack, no, it disturbed Grindelwald's dream.
The scene before his eyes first became illusory, and the dark shadows, curtains... all disappeared, replaced by a world filled with silver-grey mist.
Albus Dumbledore stood before him.
Everything around gradually became clear. This gray tower looked like an observatory.
The wizard he had been thinking about day and night was holding his wand and facing him, just like the scene fifty years ago.
But before Grindelwald could feel heartbroken, a green light flashed by.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Then, Albus Dumbledore's lifeless body fell before his eyes, and behind him, a handsome, young man in a green wizard robe walked out of the cold and sticky darkness.
—Cyrus!
(End of this chapter)