“Bang!”

In the dark space, three disheveled figures were thrown out and fell heavily to the ground.

"ah!"

Cedric landed on his shoulders. He was the first one to be thrown out. While his head was still dizzy, he subconsciously used himself as a cushion to cushion the impact for the two ladies.

Fleur's elbow accidentally hit Cedric in the stomach, making him feel even more sick.

"Sorry." Furong said apologetically.

"It's okay." Cedric shook his head and looked at Cassandra. Fortunately, Cassandra controlled her position well, otherwise, with the weight of another person, he would not be able to bear it.

But Cassandra ignored his gaze at this moment and looked at the black space.

——It was a long corridor with almost no difference between the floor and ceiling, and their shadows were reflected on the smooth black walls.

"Is this the Department of Mysteries?" she asked.

"Probably." Cedric got up from the ground and answered while rubbing his stomach and shoulders. "The Department of Mysteries is the most confidential place in the Ministry of Magic. Everything here is top secret. Not only me, but even my father has never been here."

As he spoke, he looked left and right at this mysterious place, with curiosity and vigilance in his eyes.

Compared to other floors, the Department of Mysteries seemed a little too quiet. There were no traps here, and even the magic drone that had been following them did not come in.

But this is as it should be.

It was already incredible to allow them to enter the Department of Mysteries during the competition. If it was broadcast live, the Ministry of Magic would be in trouble! "Let's go, it feels a bit depressing here." Fleur glanced to the side uneasily, and her sight met that of the black wall. She couldn't help but shudder and rubbed her shoulders.

Cedric and Cassandra had no objection to this.

The structure of the Department of Mysteries is very simple, and there is only one way before them.

They took steps, and their leather shoes made "sizzling" sounds as they stepped on the ground. The soles of their feet felt sticky, as if they were stepping on soft and glutinous rice, which made them feel very uncomfortable.

"My shoes are burnt..." She complained, then kicked off her leather shoes and continued walking forward in her white socks.

Soon, they came to a door.

This is the end of the passage and the only door in front of them...

This is a very peculiar-looking door. It is naturally black in color and has delicate patterns on it. You can feel its heaviness just by looking at it, as if it were carved from a whole piece of marble.

What’s even more peculiar is that this door has no handle and looks like it is integrated with the surrounding walls.

Cassandra raised her wand in front of her face like a pistol and placed the fingers of her other hand against the door. She gave it a gentle push, but nothing happened.

"Alaho hole open!"

The wand sparked, but the door remained silent.

"I think there may be a very advanced anti-unlocking spell left on it." Cedric guessed.

The same spell can be very simple or very complex. Obviously, the spell of the Department of Mysteries is the latter. Unless it is a very powerful wizard, it is difficult to break it in a short time.

"And we only have a few hours." Fleur said worriedly, "Does anyone else remember how long it has been since the game started?"

"It's been two and a half hours." Cassandra is not a black man, but she still said it coldly.

She had calculated the time precisely from the beginning.

Three hours was neither long nor short, but it was obvious that if Dumbledore had not handed them the portkey he had found, it would have been difficult for them to reach the Department of Mysteries within three hours.

Not to mention breaking the spell on this door.

"Digory, what's behind the door?" Cassandra lifted her long hair on the side of her face, revealing her delicate and small ears. Her red and tender earlobes were as beautiful as ripe pomegranates.

She leaned against the door and knocked with her fingers bent.

"Dongdong,"

There was a dull sound in my ears.

"Hmm," Cedric hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether he should reveal the secret of the British Ministry of Magic. However, he thought about it and realized that what he knew was very shallow. Not to mention that if this door was opened, the so-called secret would no longer be a secret. So he said, "I heard that there are many doors in the Department of Mysteries..."

He pinched his chin, recalling the few words he had heard from different people over the years:

"As you may know, there are some inherent magics in this world. The forms of its existence are obviously difficult to explain, and difficult - no, it should be almost impossible to control. The Department of Mysteries studies these magics."

Then, fearing that Cassandra and Fleur might have trouble understanding, he gave an example.

"It's like a time-turner."

A brilliant student like Cedric did learn about the Time-Turner, but like Hermione, he didn't insist on taking all the courses, but dropped some that didn't interest him.

"Time is indeed a magic that is difficult to explain." Cassandra said softly.

She knew that Cyrus had suffered from the time-turner before, and Cyrus sometimes told this story to the young wizards in Ilvermorny as an anecdote.

"What is a time converter?" Furong had never heard of it before, so she was particularly curious. "Can this be used to reverse time?"

"No, time cannot be reversed, and reality will not change." Cedric said, "The time converter can allow you to go back to the past, but nothing that happened will change."

If the time converter is a correction tape, then in fact, it cannot correct wrong results, but can only change some inconspicuous processes based on existing results.

Of course, but in reality this is not absolute.

There was once a wizard who went back in time and traveled hundreds of years, which resulted in time being disrupted and more than 20 people disappearing. This shows that time travel is indeed enough to change the past and history.

Furong didn't understand yet, but that didn't stop them from thinking the Department of Mysteries was very magical.

"Moreover, this spell is not stable. Even if you want to travel through time, you can only go back five hours at most. Otherwise, there will be huge risks." Cedric said, "Most wizards who attempt to travel through time for a long time did not return to this world again, but disappeared in time. There is only one exception...

"There was a witch named Eloise Mintenburg who traveled back to the year 1402 and stayed there for five days. When she returned, her body seemed to have gone through five centuries and aged in an instant."

This terrible consequence was a little hard for both Fleur and Cassandra to accept.

Both of them are at their most beautiful age, and for them, aging is more terrifying than death.

"Just as the human mind cannot comprehend time, we cannot comprehend the damage that can result from tampering with its laws," said Cedric. "And this is just one of the many magics studied in the Department of Mysteries."

"Let's think about how to get in." Cassandra took several steps back, distanced herself from the door, and raised her wand as if setting up a turret. "My suggestion is to blow it up!"

She is always so neat and tidy!

"Good idea!" Fleur followed closely and winked at Cedric, motioning him to come over as well.

Three people stood in a row: "Thunder Explosion!" —— "Boom!!!"

Grindelwald once again blew the short monsters in front of him to pieces.

From what he could judge, most of these Inferi were not wizards, but fairies or goblins. However, this number...

"How many people did you kill?"

Even Grindelwald thought Cyrus was taking things a bit too far.

He had been casting spells non-stop since the beginning, and even his wrists were numb, but these monsters still kept popping up. Grindelwald even suspected that Cyrus had killed all the goblins in the world, otherwise how could he fill up the entire hell? ! "Guess?" Cyrus smiled without saying anything.

He did kill quite a few goblins, but to be honest, the number of goblins that died at his hands was only equivalent to a transfer student's one-day work load.

The reason why there are so many Inferi is not because of their large number, but because when these Inferi are killed, their body remains will be immediately devoured by the flames, and then "reborn" in the flames! Grindelwald killed for a long time, but actually did not kill a single Inferi.

However, even if Grindelwald did not discover the truth, he realized that he could not continue to waste time with Cyrus.

If he continued like this, he wouldn't be able to hold out, but Cyrus was more than capable of doing so.

To capture a thief, you must first capture the leader. If you want to break Cyrus's magic, you have to kill Cyrus first! Thinking of this, Grindelwald cast another spell without hesitation. He thrust his wand forward, and a powerful halo radiated from the tip of the wand, spreading out like ripples.

"Isolate the Yin corpse!"

In an instant, an invisible barrier appeared like layers of white waves, blocking all the corpses!

Not just the Inferi, but everything is isolated by Grindelwald.

The flames died out, the walls and furniture were overturned, and then crushed into pieces in the spreading ripples! In the center of the ripples, only Cyrus and Grindelwald were still standing - like a drop of water falling into a rippling lake, creating ripples.

The next moment, the two people suddenly disappeared from the spot.

At this moment, everything seemed to become incredibly slow.

The traces of flames in the storm were clearly audible; the tabletop that was blown away by the shock wave seemed to be frozen in mid-air; the remaining Floo powder was floating, but it seemed to be frozen in the air, weaving into a light gauze dress...

The next moment, Cyrus and Grindelwald broke through the curtain - and then scattered like broken water and mirrors!

The only ones who were not affected were Cyrus and Grindelwald.

They moved freely, as if the power of time had no effect on them. The light of the spell faded in the dust in the air, like shining neon lights in the fog, dyeing the surroundings with bright colors.

Even the flash of the spell was so slow, but the lightning that burst out from between the two wands was fleeting! "Thunder!"

Cyrus grabbed the lightning and threw it at Grindelwald's chest without hesitation. The lightning was as sharp as a branch in a rainstorm! But the attack missed.

Grindelwald appeared and disappeared like a ghost.

From the beginning, the two of them had been fighting in a state of Apparition.

High-speed combat requires extreme enhancement of the senses. Both of them used the extrasensory spell to the extreme, so that everything around them slowed down as if in bullet time.

"You surprise me, Grindelwald."

As Cyrus spoke, he split his body. It looked like he was going to become two, but in fact only his upper body was separated. He allowed a spell to pass through the gap in his body before it came together again.

"I originally thought that an old fellow like you would not be able to keep up with the times, but your magical power is beyond my expectations."

It can even be said that even the resurrected Voldemort might not be a match for Grindelwald.

"How did Dumbledore defeat you fifty years ago?"

"You'll know soon, huh..." Grindelwald gasped violently. He looked like he had an asthma attack, but it was no wonder. After all, he had lived in a place like Nurmengard for fifty years, where the air was damp and cold, and must have been stale.

At this moment, Grindelwald felt as if there was a flame burning in his chest, and he was like a handful of loess, which was covered with cracks under the baking of the flames and would shatter at the slightest touch.

Cyrus saw his weakness and decided to end the fight.

Two and a half hours had already passed. There was no time for him to play leisurely any longer!

Cyrus lowered his head, and when he opened his eyes again, they were emitting red-gold lightning! They really were emitting it!

The area around his eye sockets was as red and white as if it were red-hot iron, and the scorching light instantly shot towards Grindelwald's head! His electric eyes were intimidating!

Grindelwald saw the scene of his own death in an instant. The blood-red lightning pierced his head and killed him on the spot!

At this moment, Grindelwald felt that it was so difficult to breathe. The air was dry and hot, and when he inhaled it into his nose, it felt like chewing a live cockroach.

Is this the end? He felt as if his life had come to an end. He wanted to save Dumbledore's life, but he was powerless...

Darkness came again, and Grindelwald returned to the Astronomy Tower, with the gray-white Dumbledore standing before him.

He knew full well that this was the near future, and that Dumbledore would die at the hands of Cyrus.

But Dumbledore's gray figure gradually became colorful.

He moved, raising his wand.

"Transform quickly!"

“Crack!”

A mirror stood up in front of Grindelwald, blocking the brilliance that burst out of Cyrus' eyes, and then shattered with a loud bang.

Grindelwald woke up as if from a dream. He fell to the ground, the world spinning around him, and he saw the hem of a gray wizard's robe floating towards him.

"Dumbledore."

He and Cyrus spoke at the same time.

(End of this chapter)