"Is that the Ministry of Magic?"

The British wizarding world is so small that many of the young wizards at Hogwarts recognized the scene in the picture as the lobby of the Ministry of Magic. The huge centaur statue and the Magic Brothers Fountain are so recognizable.

Not to mention the huge "Magic is Power" monument, there is simply no other place like it in the whole of Britain!

only--

"How could they use such an important place as the Ministry of Magic as a competition venue?" Ron was very confused.

He turned his head and looked around, trying to find someone to talk to, but there was no one around. Only Longbottom was sitting a little further away. This somewhat dull boy clenched his fists tightly, with a very conflicted look on his face.

During the Christmas holidays after the dance, Cyrus found him with Bella.

Cyrus had no ill intentions. In fact, when he was watching Harry Potter, he had a good impression of Neville, who almost became the savior. Now that he had obtained the power of ancient magic, he had improved Morgana's magic that could extract the pain from people. In theory, he could cure the Longbottom couple who were tortured by the Cruciatus Curse.

He also took the initiative to go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

But what Jeanna didn't expect was that the obstacle to his parents' recovery was not Cyrus's lack of magical power, but his grandmother's refusal to allow Cyrus and Bella to treat both of them.

The old man had a very stubborn temper and was unwilling to accept help from Bella, who was originally a Death Eater, and Cyrus, who was closely related to the Dark Lord.

In this regard, Cyrus had no choice but to leave.

On one side is hatred, on the other side are his parents, and on the other side is his grandmother... Neville is caught in the middle and doesn't know what to do.

This holiday was the first time he had quarreled with his grandmother since he was a child, and he has not replied to her letter until now.

Ron looked around but didn't go up to talk to Neville. At this time, Hagrid came over. He was a professor now and could have sat in the stands with a better view, but since Harry came to school, Hagrid got used to sitting here.

But he felt something strange today. When the butt, which was several times bigger than that of an average person, sat down, it almost pushed Ron out of his seat. He looked around and asked curiously, "Where's Harry? And Hermione and Ginny, why are they gone?"

"I don't know. Professor McGonagall called them all over this morning." Ron said a little unhappily.

They usually played together, but the teacher only found them and he was left alone. Isn't this a form of bullying? He thought unhappily.

"I guess it's something about study. You know, I'm the only one whose grades are mediocre," said Ron.

"Well, I said I'd watch the game today, so I brought some food." Hagrid took out his teether with regret, "Rock Cake!" He didn't give Ron a chance to refuse, and stuffed it into Ron's arms, "It looks like only the two of us have eaten it! You can eat more to supplement your calcium!"

"Um...thank you..."

Ron stuffed the rock cake into the gap of the seat beside him. He thought that if Harry had brought a few rock cakes with him and put them in his robes during the last game, Cassandra's spell might not have penetrated him...

He was still daydreaming when a figure appeared in the picture.

Green flames suddenly ignited in the long row of fireplaces, and in the flames, six figures walked out! This was not the first time Cyrus came to the Ministry of Magic, and he was very familiar with the structure here. Of course, the one who was most familiar with this place was naturally Dumbledore.

In the first two years after Fudge was elected Minister, Dumbledore came to the Ministry of Magic many times to help him deal with affairs.

But no matter what, the Ministry of Magic was used as the venue for the competition. Cyrus was really confused. How did the International Confederation of Wizards convince the British magical officials of all sizes?

This was not something Fudge could decide on his own.

He strolled across the polished black marble of the Ministry's atrium, with Cedric and Fleur looking surprised behind him.

Especially for Fleur, as a French person, it was her first time to see the British Ministry of Magic, and she even stepped into it in person. However, it was obvious that the Ministry of Magic had been emptied of important research materials and other important documents.

I'm afraid that except for the Department of Mysteries on the ninth floor, this place has completely turned into a competition stage.

Cassandra was also very curious about the appearance of the British Ministry of Magic. At first sight, although it felt that it was not as spacious and advanced as the Magical Congress, the various sculptures and atmosphere in the Ministry of Magic made people feel more clearly the grandeur of the British wizarding world as one of the ancient birthplaces of magic.

It's a sense of history.

However, compared to the Ministry of Magic, Cyrus paid more attention to Fleur Delacour.

From the prophecy Grindelwald told him before and the location of the competition, Cyrus suspected that the clock might be referring to the Time Hall of the Department of Mysteries, and Death and the Veil might be the Death Hall...

If so, there's a good chance Voldemort will be resurrected in the second game!

His red-gold eyes stared directly at the beautiful quarter-Veela, magic bursting from his gaze as he tried to find something in Fleur that was related to Voldemort's soul.

This look made Furong very uncomfortable. She felt like an onion, as if Cyrus had peeled her inside and out.

A very shameful feeling grew in her heart, and Fleur was about to get angry, but Cyrus had already retracted his gaze.

He looked confused.

There was no trace of Voldemort on Fleur's body, and she was not someone else's disguise.

But where was Voldemort?

'Barty Crouch Jr. changed the rules specifically so that Beauxbatons' warriors would not be eliminated, but Cassandra killed two of them. Now their only hope is Fleur, right?' Cyrus frowned.

But at this moment, Babajide walked out of the fireplace in flames.

The old man glanced at all the warriors present, then walked to the bottom of the Magic Brothers Fountain. Under the magnificent golden decoration, he looked very majestic and solemn.

The person traveling with him was Fudge. No matter how terrible Fudge was, he was still the Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom.

"Warriors," Fudge squeezed his fat hands and smiled greasyly like a businessman, "As you can see, the venue for the second game is at the Ministry of Magic. For this, we have done a lot of work..."

He began to deliver his long speech, and Cyrus clearly noticed that when Fudge looked at him and Grindelwald, his eyes dodged, as if he was guilty.

Now, Cyrus guessed how he had been persuaded.

The Death Eaters must have used the "threat" of Cyrus and Grindelwald to make Fudge back down. It is even possible that even Dumbledore has become an enemy in Fudge's imagination.

After a long while, Fudge finally stopped his carefully prepared speech under the bored gaze of everyone.

He looked sternly at Cassandra.

In response, Cassandra simply shrugged, seemingly not taking his warning to heart.

Of course, she really didn't intend to continue killing people. On the one hand, there were no Death Eaters among the people present, and on the other hand, Cyrus didn't want her to become too cruel.

Seeing that Cassandra did not show any dissatisfaction, Babajid also tacitly accepted her agreement and began to remind her: "The Ministry of Magic has made some changes. There are many more sophisticated traps and many dangerous magical animals hidden inside. If you want to quit, you can crush the token in your hand."

He waved his wand, and several delicate little objects flew in front of everyone.

Cyrus picked it up, took a casual look at it, and immediately understood the structure of this thing.

It looks like a beautiful stone, but it is not very hard. There should be a small door key wrapped inside. As long as it is crushed, the door key will be activated and send the warrior to another place.

It seems that Babajide really doesn't want to see the warrior die again.

"When I count to three, the game officially begins. One, two... three!"

As Babajide said the last number, a shrill whistle sounded in everyone's ears.

Fleur was the first to take action, and she was in the most danger of all the warriors. Cedric had Dumbledore to look after him, and Cassandra had Cyrus to back her up, but she had to fight alone.

So the first thing Fleur did was to protect and hide herself. She picked up her wand and threw a spell at the ground.

“It’s full of smoke!”

In an instant, it was as if a smoke bomb exploded in the atrium of the Ministry of Magic!

Thick smoke instantly filled every corner, choking and making others cough.

Cyrus just casually swung his arm, as if opening a barrier that isolated the thick smoke half a meter away.

Almost half a minute passed before he heard Dumbledore's calm voice echoing through the thick smoke.

"The clouds are withdrawn."

The diffused thick smoke gathered back as if time had been reversed, and was condensed into a gray stone by the wand in Dumbledore's hand, which fell to the ground. At this moment, the figures of Cedric, Fleur and Cassandra had disappeared.

Apparently, the three of them left the atrium in those few short minutes.

Cyrus, Dumbledore and Grindelwald were left standing here.

Cyrus raised his chin slightly, his eyes half open, like a red-gold sun shining through the misty clouds!

He raised his hand slightly, and the dark green snake slid from his wrist and turned into a magic wand in his hand.

Fighting one against two, Cyrus was still under a lot of pressure.

Although he learned the clone spell of Madago cat, the spell was not actually perfect, and the clone would split his power into two.

If a fight really breaks out, Cyrus can only split into two clones at most, one of which inherits his original magic power, and the other inherits the power of the evil ancient magic left by Morgana.

In this way, he can barely deal with two people at the same time, but it is hard to say who will win.

But unexpectedly, Grindelwald did not take action immediately. Cyrus could clearly see that he was full of hostility towards him, but he sneered and took back his wand. Perhaps he still had some concerns. After all, although Cyrus was prepared to fight one against two, Dumbledore might not help Grindelwald if a fight really broke out.

Grindelwald walked past Cyrus and Dumbledore, but stopped when he reached Dumbledore. He looked at Dumbledore like a wife who caught her cheating.

"I'd really like to know what your most important treasure is?" Grindelwald said in a rhythmic tone.

This reminded Cyrus of the famous saying:

"Do you think Dumbledore will mourn for you?"

The sense of déjà vu is too strong!

It is worthy of being called the vinegar king gas stove!

Grindelwald left, and then Dumbledore politely greeted Cyrus and walked deeper into the Ministry of Magic.

The entire Ministry of Magic has been subjected to many spells, disrupting the original levels and positions of the rooms, not to mention that the elevators have long stopped operating. Now, this place is a huge maze!

They need to find the warriors' precious "treasure" here! This is a reminder to Cyrus.

If Voldemort is not in Fleur's body, then could he be in the treasure? "I remember Fleur's treasure is her sister Gabrielle Delacour."

He felt it was more and more possible, but whether the truth was true or not could only be determined by seeing it in person.

Cyrus also started to take action.

He looked around the courtyard and found the last door that had not been opened. Obviously, this was the entrance to the maze.

Cyrus opened the door and it was dark inside.

He took a step forward, and in an instant, the world was spinning as if he had undergone a Phantasm. No, not as if, he had actually undergone a Phantasm. After being thrown out of the distorted space again, what appeared before him was a huge monster!

It is about three to five meters tall, sitting on the ground with its head against the ceiling. It has a lion-like body with sharp claws and a pair of huge wings on its back. However, the most eye-catching thing is its upper body - it has a completely human face and chest, and wisdom flashes in its fierce eyes.

This is a Sphinx! "You can't get through here unless you can guess my answer." The Sphinx made a low and hoarse voice. The corners of its eyes were like almonds, but much bigger. Its sharp claws showed its danger! It did not give Cyrus the right to refuse and told him the riddle on its own.

"I live without breath, I am cold in life and in death, I am never thirsty, though I am always drinking."

(End of this chapter)