Cyrus was wrapped in the blood-red hellfire, looking like a candle that would go out at any time in the blue flames.

But the flames enveloped Cyrus like the petals of a rose that had not yet bloomed.

Even the skin of a fire dragon cannot resist Grindelwald's fire shield. Cyrus' magic resistance is indeed very high, but it has not reached the level of being able to ignore Grindelwald's magic.

The reason why he was not afraid of the flames was not because he cast the separation spell, but because from the very beginning, the flames more powerful than the fire shield had already enveloped his body!

Hot hell!

This is a spell invented by Cyrus himself after deciphering many books on black magic. It is based on the Fiendfyre and adds the flame of the Red Dragon. It also has the evil ability to recall the dead and turn them into Inferi to attack!

At this moment, the flame seemed like a drop of blood falling into a clear spring, and it looked extremely dazzling!

In the raging blue fire, Cyrus raised his wand high.

The next moment, scarlet flames burst out! "Wow!"

With Cyrus standing as the center, the flames immediately began to spread like a typhoon.

It was like a huge swimming pool with the plug pulled out, forming a huge vortex of flames! In an instant, the hellfire engulfed most of the fire shield, and the flames rushed in all directions like blood, filling every corner of the room and spreading outside the room! Grindelwald seemed to have a sea of ​​blood and corpses pressing towards him.

He quickly took a step back and raised his wand at the same time. The blue fire rose high, as if to build an indestructible wall, like a cliff standing by the sea for thousands of years, enduring the raging waves!

"boom!"

After all, he is the legendary dark wizard.

Although Grindelwald's fire shield is a little weak in attack power, as the name suggests, its defense is extremely strong.

The blue flames that were originally rampant gathered together at this moment, wrapping up Grindelwald like a cocoon and isolating him from Cyrus' hellfire.

Then, Grindelwald cast the spell once more, releasing powerful force within his old, withered body: "Flame Separation!"

In an instant, the cocoon of fire that wrapped him shattered!

The blue flames spread out like giant wings, and wherever the flames spread, the hellfire cast by Cyrus also lowered its head like rice ears in the wind.

Separation spell.

A seemingly simple but very practical spell, especially the flame separation. And it also has another name -

God of Fire, make way! At this moment, Grindelwald seemed to be the god of fire. Neither Cyrus's fire nor his own fire could touch him at all.

Needless to say, those monsters made of fire smashed the walls, their heads broke through the ceiling, and their wings of fire melted everything they touched like lava, but they couldn't touch Grindelwald at all! Only the hot wind blew Grindelwald's windbreaker.

The handsome old man raised his chin towards Cyrus across the flames with a provocative look, as if to say that Cyrus was still too young.

"A powerful spell, but unfortunately, magic is not just about fighting head-on." Grindelwald said with a hint of sarcasm. The two small mustaches on his face made people angry.

But he was right about one thing.

The duel between wizards is indeed not just about the strength of magic or the power of spells. Many times, things in the magic world have some principles of mutual promotion and mutual restraint.

For example, flames separate, and dangerous plants such as the devil's snare are afraid of harmless light.

In response, Cyrus just pulled the corner of his mouth coldly and smiled back.

"Do I need you to teach me?" he said coldly.

Grindelwald was about to say that Cyrus had no respect for his elders at all, but at this moment, countless shadows were reflected in his eyes.

In the flames that looked like the flames of hell, countless dry arms stretched out from the bottom of the flames and pressed on the ground. The flames seemed to be a passage connecting hell and reality. In the flames, shaking skulls emerged one after another!

In that instant, thousands of short monsters were born from the fire, their bodies shaking and shriveled, like mummies that had been weathered for thousands of years.

Grindelwald's two white eyebrows were tightly furrowed, completely devoid of the contempt and frivolity he had just shown.

He and Dumbledore had planned to use the Deathly Hallows to mass-produce Inferi, so how could he not recognize what these things were now! "So many Inferi..." He tightly grasped his wand, and his steps became heavier. What troubled him the most was not the number of Inferi, but the difference between these Inferi and others.

Generally speaking, dark and evil magical products like the Inferi are afraid of light and fire just like the Devil's Snare, but the Inferi summoned by Cyrus came out of the flames, which means that the original method of dealing with them is completely ineffective.

Grindelwald raised his wand without hesitation towards the monsters in front.

"To pieces!"

“Bang!”

Much more powerful than the spells cast by ordinary people.

Grindelwald cleared a large area in front of him with just one strike!

Those corpses affected by his spell seemed to be affected by the power of the cycle of time and turned into powder in an instant.

Seeing that his moves had taken effect, Grindelwald's face did not look very good, because in the flames, those monsters seemed to pour out endlessly! "Smash to pieces!"

"Thunder explosion!"

“…”

Grindelwald kept casting spells at the Inferi. The strength of his spells was amazing. Every strike caused a violent explosion. The entire Ministry of Magic was shaking under his attack! Fleur and the others who had formed an alliance with each other were still breaking through the barriers. The ground under their feet was shaking violently, and dust was falling from their heads.

"What the hell is going on? It's been shaking non-stop since just now!" Furong lost her balance and almost fell down. She complained while holding onto the wall.

"Maybe they started fighting." Cedric said seriously.

He didn't say who it was, but he didn't need to.

Apart from the three of them, there are only three contestants left.

"I don't know which floor they started the fight on, but the aftermath of the fight has affected us here." Furong said heavily. She raised her head uneasily and looked up. In the darkness, the ceiling seemed to be covered with cracks. "I'm really afraid that the Ministry of Magic will collapse..."

"The Ministry of Magic has a special spell to protect it. It won't collapse." Cedric said confidently.

But the next second, a piece of black marble fell on his head.

"Retreat three feet!" Cassandra was quick-witted and cast a spell on the marble, shattering it.

He opened his mouth: "Well... I think we should pay more attention to the top of our heads and the bottom of our feet... Be careful of landslides."

"Let's just walk close to the wall." Cassandra took off her raspberry red robe, held it in her hands, and then walked close to the wall.

"Why are you taking off your clothes?" Fleur naturally disliked Cassandra. When she saw Cassandra taking off her robe, she immediately asked, as if she thought Cassandra was trying to attract Cedric's attention in this way.

Cassandra didn't know what she was thinking, otherwise she would definitely reply: He is worthy? "If the floor collapses, the robe can be used as a blanket, and the floating spell can be used to rescue you, a fool." Cassandra said bluntly.

"I don't need you to save me!" Fleur angrily took off her blue robe and hung it on her arm like Cassandra.

But before she could get close to the wall, she heard a loud noise coming from deep inside the floor! "Bang!!!"

The ground shook violently as if there was an earthquake.

Furong's feet slipped, and a clear "crack" sound came from the black marble floor under her feet.

“Boom—”

In an instant, the entire corridor collapsed!

Cedric and Cassandra were both surprised, and Fleur was extremely flustered.

She wanted to cast a spell, but the sudden feeling of weightlessness and the unstoppable falling made her unable to do anything except scream.

Cassandra threw the robe in her hand without hesitation: "Transfiguration Slate!"

The soft robe became as hard as a rock in an instant!

"Wingardi Leviosa!"

Then, another levitation spell.

Cassandra's robe moved away quickly, but even faster than that was the flames flowing like lava under the collapsing surface!

A huge tongue of fire rose up, like a monster rolling up its bloody red tongue, its eyes about to swallow Furong! That was the sixth floor——

The flame is also Cyrus's flame.

Grindelwald separated the flames, but the flames did not stop. Instead, they filled the entire sixth floor in an instant and were even spreading towards the fifth floor! Cassandra and Cedric clung to the wall, and they could feel a stream of hot air rushing towards them.

"Fleur!" Cedric watched the flames burn Cassandra's robe, but he was powerless to do anything. He could only shout sadly, as if this could pull Fleur back.

But unfortunately, the flames still engulfed Furong's body. In the closing flames, they saw Furong's last desperate eyes...

However, at this moment, an old voice came from a distance:

"All curses come to an end!"

Suddenly, the raging flames dissipated like a dream, and the flickering sparks were like flying insects, fleeting.

In the darkness, Dumbledore, wearing a white robe, still held the exquisite wand.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Cedric shouted in surprise.

He jumped down from the little bit of floor that was left under his feet, and Cassandra followed closely behind him, helping Fleur who had fallen to the sixth floor.

Fleur looked a little miserable, with many parts of her body burned, but fortunately her life was not in danger. Dumbledore intervened in time and saved Fleur before the flames burned her to death.

Now, the old man walked towards them quickly with a sullen face.

"professor……"

Dumbledore passed Cedric and half-knelt in front of Fleur, pointing the Elder Wand at Fleur's chest: "Heal quickly!"

Furong's charcoal-like skin fell off with a rustling sound, revealing new skin that was as red and tender as young buds.

Then Dumbledore took out another small object and handed it to Cedric.

"This is an unactivated portkey. I found it in a room. Just recite the spell and it will take you to the ninth floor." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Ninth floor?" Cedric muttered to himself. Then, his eyes widened like a cow's. "You mean the Department of Mysteries?!"

Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, and I dare say the Champion's Treasure is there."

"But Professor, what about you?!" Cedric looked at the victory that was almost within his grasp, but hesitated.

"You go first." Dumbledore didn't care about winning or losing at all.

To him, the tournament was just a small game. What was important was never the game itself, but the people who participated in the game—Cyrus, Grindelwald, and...

He glanced at Fleur.

There didn't seem to be anything unusual about the girl. Ever since he learned that the two Beauxbatons warriors killed by Cassandra in the previous game were actually Death Eaters, Dumbledore had been paying close attention to the only remaining Fleur.

But from his observation, the Furong in front of him was neither an impersonator nor possessed.

Maybe Voldemort didn't plan to do anything in the second game? Dumbledore was a little confused, but he was really in no mood to care about Voldemort at the moment.

Now, two wizards whose magic power was not inferior to Voldemort or even stronger were fighting! The evil flames frightened him, and he couldn't help but wonder if Grindelwald had invented new fire magic in recent years.

Dumbledore couldn't help but worry when he thought of Cyrus or Grindelwald fighting to the death. Of course, he was more worried that Cyrus would kill Grindelwald.

Even the fully resurrected Voldemort was defeated by Cyrus, and the poor creature's cold body is still lying under Hogwarts. Dumbledore didn't think Grindelwald would be Cyrus' opponent without the Elder Wand.

Although his feelings towards Grindelwald were so complicated, he absolutely did not want to see Grindelwald die.

Thinking of this, Dumbledore became even more anxious.

"You go first." He repeated, his tone gentle, but with a force that could not be refused, "Take your treasures and leave the game."

Then he stood up again, picked up the wand that was like a finger bone, and strode into the flames.

(End of this chapter)