Grindelwald said in surprise.

He was indeed well hidden, hiding inside the Floo Network with the help of fire, and it was impossible to find Grindelwald's location just by the traces of magic. The problem was that Cyrus was not an ordinary wizard.

He was able to see through traces of ancient magic, and after gaining the power of the Thunderbird, he was also able to detect traces of common magic.

Not to mention, Grindelwald only wiped out his magic traces, but ignored the hostility he inadvertently revealed before the game began. Cyrus's intuition is comparable to that of magical animals. How could he ignore such an extremely dangerous wizard? "You know, I was originally going to cast a killing curse on you." Grindelwald said softly.

His two different pupils were flashing, and the silver one seemed to reflect the future.

——Just like you killed Albus Dumbledore from behind in the Hogwarts Observatory! Grindelwald added this in his mind.

Cyrus was not angry because Grindelwald said he was planning to launch a sneak attack on him. Since he had already confirmed that he was an enemy, he would naturally use all means to kill him.

He was just a little curious about what made Grindelwald change his mind.

"Or, you worked with Voldemort?" Cyrus asked.

"Maybe," Grindelwald did not say it clearly, but this ambiguous attitude was enough to prove Cyrus's guess.

Having said this, there is actually nothing more to talk about.

"Then let me see what abilities the legendary dark wizard has." Cyrus' face turned cold and he tentatively cast a spell.

This spell seemed like the horn before the battle, starting the battle between him and the legend!

On the Quidditch field, everyone was extremely surprised to see Cyrus fighting with Grindelwald, especially the older wizards, who knew Grindelwald's abilities better than anyone else.

The reason why Dumbledore is famous all over the world and is called the greatest wizard is not because he fought Voldemort for more than ten years, but because he defeated Grindelwald!

People say that the person Voldemort fears most is Dumbledore, but such a Dumbledore is Grindelwald's first believer.

A smile appeared on Barty Crouch Jr.'s face.

It really would be a good idea for Cyrus to fight Grindelwald right now.

As expected, this former Dark Lord did not get along with Dumbledore, and he was so foolish as to be used as a gun by him and started a battle with Cyrus.

Of course, Barty Crouch Jr. didn't think Grindelwald was stronger than Cyrus. No matter how terrible this legend was, after all, he had been in Nurmengard for fifty years, and no one could tell whether his magical power would decline during these fifty years.

And what about Cyrus? He was the one who even the Dark Lord had defeated!

But even so, Barty Crouch Jr. was looking forward to the two of them being defeated. In this way, when the Dark Lord resurrects, Dumbledore will be the only obstacle to him! "That guy is really crazy. Does he think Grindelwald is as easy to deal with as Dumbledore?" Umbridge said so, but her words and expression revealed a kind of cruel pleasure!

In the last game, she was humiliated by Bella in every way, and was knocked unconscious by Cyrus, and even half of her face was broken. If this was not a magical world, she might have been disfigured long ago.

The pain was one thing, but the loss of face in front of thousands of people and even the entire magical community was what Umbridge could not tolerate the most.

At this moment, she cursed Cyrus with malice in her heart to die at the hands of Grindelwald!

In the previous game, although Cyrus had a tentative fight with Dumbledore, proving Cyrus' strength, no one thought that Cyrus was really Dumbledore's opponent, because neither he nor Dumbledore had used their full strength in that test.

And everyone knows that Dumbledore is a gentle and polite person.

He would not kill, and rarely even hurt.

In the eyes of most people, the fight with no winner was just Dumbledore's tolerance towards a junior, so he did not use his full strength.

"But this boy actually thinks that his ability can be compared with Dumbledore and Grindelwald. How stupid!" Umbridge sneered coldly, "Grindelwald is not as kind as Dumbledore!"

Snape, who was not far away, glanced at her coldly, as if he was looking at a clown.

When it comes to Cyrus' abilities, Snape knows them better than anyone else.

The first time he met Cyrus officially was in Godric's Hollow. At that time, Cyrus's power was far less than it is now, but he was still able to make him unable to resist.

Afterwards, Cyrus defeated Voldemort who was leaning over the goblin, and even Voldemort himself.

Now, Snape can feel the terrifying power in Cyrus more and more.

It was hard for him to imagine that there was anyone in this world who was stronger than Cyrus! As for Grindelwald, Snape didn't know much about him, but he was sure that Grindelwald was no match for Cyrus.

The sixth floor underground at the Ministry of Magic.

Cyrus casually cast a spell, but Grindelwald did not dodge, but countered with a spell! He needed to determine how strong Cyrus was!

The moment the two spells intersected, it was as if a typhoon landed on the coast, and the powerful airflow swirled violently in the small room and turned into a hurricane!

The Floo powder that covered the entire room was swept up into the air in an instant, falling into every corner of the room, burning like the lead-gray saltpeter of gunpowder! "Hua——"

The green flames vanished like an aurora curtain.

The moment the spells collided, the ground shook.

Grindelwald hadn't figured out Cyrus's strength yet. He frowned tightly, feeling that his spell hitting Cyrus was like using a water pipe to drain water into a huge lake! Of course, it wasn't that exaggerated in reality.

Cyrus's magical abilities are at most twice that of Grindelwald's.

The magic power he originally possessed was almost the same as Grindelwald's. Fifty years of imprisonment did not make Grindelwald weak. On the contrary, perhaps because of the love that had been suppressed for fifty years, his magic power became even stronger!

As Dumbledore said, the most powerful magic is none other than love.

Of course, even so, Cyrus is confident that he can fight Grindelwald without using the ancient evil magic left by Morgana!

He flicked his wrist and immediately separated the two people's spells.

The spell he had lifted up shot towards the ceiling like a meteor flying in reverse.

"boom!"

The magically protected ceiling seemed vulnerable under the magic power of the two of them, and a huge hole was blown out directly!

Above the sixth floor is the first floor——

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped, reminding Cyrus of the cold summer in Azkaban.

As for Grindelwald, he remembered every cold winter day in Nurmengard.

The sun without temperature was like a cold incandescent lamp. Heavy snow covered every corner outside the prison. The wet floor was frozen... The person he loved disappeared and died in the observatory in the dark night. The killing curse struck the tower like lightning...

The monster guarding the first floor is a Dementor! Cyrus and Grindelwald both understood where this annoying mood came from.

Those dirty, faceless monsters who only loved to suck out the happiness would lure out the negative emotions in their hearts and take away all the good in them.

“Get lost!”

The last thing Grindelwald wanted to recall was the prophecy!

He raised his wand and cast a spell at the Dementors with disgust on his face: "Expecto Patronus!"

The silver light was as bright as moonlight, like waves rising and falling on the black sea, rippling out layer by layer and in circles! The light seemed soft and weak, but it carried a huge force, like a shock wave forcing the Dementors to retreat continuously, pushing them away like layers of waves!

Cyrus stared at Grindelwald's glowing wand for a few seconds, unable to discern what his Patronus was.

Grindelwald's spell did not take shape. It's not that he didn't have the ability to do so, but there was no need to do so to deal with a few Dementors.

As for Cyrus, he was not so tolerant.

He directly cast ancient magic, and the power of the patron saint did not turn into a halo or condense into a thunderbird, but turned into a silver lightning spear.

Cyrus raised his arm high and threw out silver lightning like Zeus! In an instant, the silver light pierced through the chest of a Dementor. Then, the power contained in the lightning spear suddenly radiated, and it grew branches like a tree that had grown thousands of years in an instant! Those spreading branches were like thorns, and they pierced through dozens of Dementors nearby like a devil's snare!

These horrible monsters immediately fell from the sky like rags, looking like dead crows falling after hitting a plane.

The unkillable Dementor just died like that! At this moment, the Dementor, who seemed to have never felt fear before, recalled his feelings when he was still a human. The face without facial features looked at Cyrus, and it seemed to be full of fear.

The remaining Dementors decisively stopped and retreated back through the broken gap...

Before leaving, they looked at Cyrus deeply, as if they wanted to engrave Cyrus' appearance in their genes.

What kind of monster is this? I can't afford to offend him...

I have to say, Cyrus's move was truly amazing.

When he was in North America, he had already demonstrated the ability to transform into magical creatures, but the British wizarding world didn't know much about it, let alone the fact that he could kill Dementors! However, Dementors weren't that powerful, and their weaknesses were too obvious, so it didn't make much difference whether they could be killed or not.

At most, Grindelwald would think that Cyrus invented a new spell, but he would not think that Cyrus had powerful magic and was able to kill the Dementors.

So he shook his mustache in dissatisfaction.

Isn't it just a spell he invented? He said it as if no one had it! Grindelwald stepped gracefully, circled around him like a ballerina, and cast the fire shield that Cyrus had cast many times before!

The blue flames looked like a huge blue hydrangea - the flames were like waves! No matter how many times he saw it, Cyrus had to say that Fire Shield was a very versatile spell, with both offense and defense, and it could also identify friend or foe!

If it advances, it can destroy Paris with one blow. If it retreats, it can defend against all spells except the Killing Curse. Even the Killing Curse, unless it is of the strength cast by Voldemort, it is likely that it will not be able to break through the defense of the fire shield.

On the Quidditch field, Fudge was completely stunned when he saw this scene!

This will allow Grindelwald to release the power of the fire shield to his heart's content. Wouldn't that mean the Ministry of Magic will be directly penetrated? ! What is the Ministry of Magic from the first to the tenth floor? It will turn you into a large underground floor in a minute!

His face, which looked like a fat pig, was covered in sweat. Every drop of sweat looked extremely greasy, as if it was soaked in fat. In the sun, it looked like the color of sewage...

"It's over, it's over, where's Dumbledore? Hurry up and save him!"

It's a pity that Dumbledore is now on the seventh floor.

In the picture, Grindelwald had raised his arms, and the dark blue fire was violently hitting Cyrus' tiny figure like a sweeping wave!

"boom!!!"

No sound could be heard from the screen, but at this moment the entire screen was covered by blue flames - after a few seconds, that small piece of the screen made a "sizzling" sound, and then turned completely into gray-white snowflakes.

"It looks like the Snitch is malfunctioning." Babajide frowned.

"It's over, the Ministry of Magic is over!" Fudge had a sad face and jumped up anxiously. He paced back and forth in the stands, trying to block everyone's sight with his fat body.

McGonagall was a little dissatisfied, frowned and pursed her lips: "Minister Fudge, you'd better sit down!"

In fact, it was not just Fudge who was worried, most people were also worried about Cyrus. Although Cyrus and Ilvermorny had behaved very badly since the beginning of the competition, the enemy he was facing at the moment was Grindelwald.

Those wizards who had been massacred by the Witch Party and those who had been swept by the flames of war hated Grindelwald more deeply than they could imagine! And it just so happened that this match was being broadcast live on a large scale in the wizarding world.

The number of people who want Cyrus dead is far less than the number of people who want Grindelwald dead.

Of course, these were not important to Cyrus at all. At this moment, he was standing in the blue flames. The flames should have swallowed him, but it was difficult to hurt him at all! It was as if this was not a flame at all, but a clear blue hot spring.

"Are you immortal?" Grindelwald's face was full of surprise and even horror, and the look he gave Cyrus was somewhat incredulous.

He couldn't understand how a spell that could destroy Paris could have no effect on Cyrus.

Invulnerable to water and fire?

It doesn't look like it.

Could it be that his magic resistance is so strong that even the fire shield can't hurt him at all?

Hearing this, Cyrus just smiled.

"How can I be immortal?" he whispered, and even stretched out his hand into the blazing flames, as casually as if he had picked a flower from the garden.

The blue flame withered in his hands.

"Grindelwald, do you know what is the most important thing in life?"

"What?" Grindelwald couldn't think of an answer for a moment after hearing Cyrus's confusing question.

What is the most important thing in life? Ambition? Courage? Loyalty? Wisdom? Or - strength?

Just as he was thinking, he saw Cyrus shook his head, put the dark green wand to his lips, and uttered a few words softly: "Of course it's the right time!"

Then, under Cyrus' feet, the blood-red hellfire ignited!

Hot hell!

(End of this chapter)