"Dumbledore?"

Cyrus looked over and saw a white shadow floating over in the deep darkness.

Dumbledore stepped on the dying flames as if he was walking through a desolate wilderness and stepping on stubborn dry grass.

He first lowered his eyebrows and glanced at Grindelwald, his eyes hiding worry and panic. Soon, he confirmed that Grindelwald was fine, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at Cyrus.

Cyrus noticed all these tiny details.

"Dumbledore..."

Grindelwald called Dumbledore's name softly. He felt a little embarrassed to be seen in such an embarrassing way. He shook his beard to try to ease the embarrassment:

"If you were planning to team up with him to deal with me, then you're a little late. If you came all the way here to rescue me, I have to say that you came at the perfect time."

Dumbledore stubbornly did not respond. He was deliberately keeping a distance from Grindelwald, looking like a couple in a cold war during an argument. He could talk to anyone except Grindelwald.

"I didn't expect that it was you who cast the magic, Cyrus." Dumbledore looked into Cyrus' eyes, referring to the hot hell.

This is not just a dark magic, in Dumbledore's view, it is also a reflection of Cyrus' inner thoughts.

Evil and powerful black magic cannot be performed without extreme emotions.

Just like when Cyrus was just resurrected in the Shrieking Shack, the Killing Curse he cast was weak.

Before this, Dumbledore felt that Cyrus was at least much safer than Voldemort, or even Grindelwald. This safety was not due to the difference in strength, but in character.

But now, he needed to reassess the danger of Cyrus.

However, what Dumbledore didn't know was that after Cyrus obtained ancient magic, especially the legacy left by Morgana, he would no longer be affected by the emotions of the spell. To him, the spell was just a spell.

Cyrus had no intention of explaining. He raised his head slightly, and all the magic in his body was mobilized. Every drop of blood flowing in his veins was as hot as magma! His heart and pulse were beating, strong and powerful! Cyrus was ready to fight Dumbledore and Grindelwald at the same time.

This is a good stage, especially since Dumbledore's arrival has brought new magical drones. The outcome of this battle will be seen by everyone.

Cyrus swung his wand, but no spell came out.

“Wow!”

The tip of the wand cut through the air, making a sharp sound, and Cyrus stood up straight, as if holding a sword! "Come on, Dumbledore, you can come alone or with him."

Cyrus challenged Dumbledore, but at this moment, no one thought he was overestimating himself.

On the Quidditch field at Hogwarts, everyone followed Dumbledore's gaze and saw Cyrus knock down Grindelwald, but everyone's expression was completely different.

Bella pulled the corner of her mouth calmly, as if all this did not surprise her. When Graves saw Grindelwald lying on the ground, his admiration for Cyrus had reached a fanatical level! One of the most powerful wizards in the past hundred years was actually defeated by Cyrus? The miserable appearance of the dark wizard who brought shame to his ancestors made Graves feel happy.

Babajide frowned, and couldn't help but sweat for Dumbledore. Especially for a wizard like him who had experienced the era when Grindelwald ruled Europe, he could better understand the value of this battle! The name Grindelwald itself was a terrible nightmare!

"Am I seeing this correctly?" Fudge's face was full of surprise. Even though he was separated by a screen, when he saw Cyrus' eyes, he couldn't help but feel timid and took two steps back. "He defeated... Grindelwald..."

As he spoke, he looked at Umbridge with his eyes, which were squeezed so tight that only a slit remained. At this moment, Umbridge was completely pale, and her heavily made-up toad face was full of fear.

Fudge actually quite liked Umbridge. Although this witch was a little disgusting sometimes, she was good at flattering people. She was one of the few people in the Ministry of Magic who could make him feel like a real minister.

It was for this reason that he made an exception and promoted Umbridge to Deputy Minister.

But now it seems that we have to give up Umbridge.

This idiot provoked Cyrus, and Cyrus is not as good-tempered as Dumbledore. If he gets angry because of this matter, he might be implicated too!

Thinking of this, Fudge had already made plans to dismiss Umbridge immediately after the competition was over.

However, even so, he once again looked at the screen and couldn't help but suspect that the scene he saw was an illusion.

"How could he possibly defeat Grindelwald? How old is he?!" he muttered to himself, as if with emotion.

Little Barty heard his words and glanced at him coldly, but he was thinking about the Dark Lord's age in his heart.

—Sixty-eight? Or sixty-nine?

He was unsure, but one thing was certain, Cyrus's body was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was far from reaching his limit. For a long time in the future, Cyrus's magical power would continue to accumulate until no one could be his opponent! 'The premise is that you have to survive first!'

He thought viciously.

He didn't care that Grindelwald lost, at least the old man delayed the Dark Lord for a little time - Cyrus and Dumbledore were trapped, so the Dark Lord had more time to complete his great return.

And Grindelwald did not die. Dumbledore's kindness saved his life. This ally will still be useful after the Dark Lord is resurrected!

What made him even happier was that there seemed to be some disagreement between Cyrus and Dumbledore. He saw Dumbledore stride in front of Cyrus, exposing his back to Grindelwald without reservation, and Cyrus also took out his wand, as if he was about to fight with Dumbledore.

"Fight! The more intense the better!" He sneered.

Everyone could see the tense atmosphere between Cyrus and Dumbledore, and more than a thousand young wizards at Hogwarts were also in an uproar.

"Cyrus actually won," Fred widened his eyes and poked George beside him, "I remember Grindelwald is one of the most powerful wizards in the world, isn't he?"

"Even if that's the case, it's impossible to defeat Professor Dumbledore." Li stuck his head out and said seriously, "It's just defeating Grindelwald. Dumbledore is famous for defeating Grindelwald in 1945."

"Does this mean," Angelina heard their conversation in the crowd, turned around and said in surprise, "Cyrus might be as powerful as Professor Dumbledore?"

However, her speculation was soon questioned.

"That's impossible. Dumbledore is the greatest wizard in the world! No one is better than him!"

Although many people in Hogwarts thought Dumbledore was old and confused, no one thought he was weak. They had no clear understanding of Grindelwald's strength, but they were much more familiar with another demon king, Voldemort.

"Does anyone remember? Dumbledore is the only person You-Know-Who is afraid of!"

The speaker was a Ravenclaw wizard.

He believed very much in Dumbledore's ability, and his eyes swept across everyone around him as he spoke. His look was so confident that people couldn't help but feel that what he said made sense.

At this moment, he stood up as if he were Dumbledore himself: "I dare say that Grindelwald may be very powerful, but he can't be compared with You-Know-Who."

He described Grindelwald and Cyrus as worthless, not only because he was confident in his headmaster, but more out of jealousy towards Cyrus.

Ever since Cyrus attended his first dinner at Hogwarts, this man seemed to be in the spotlight wherever he went. Not only was he dazzling, but he also made everyone else pale in comparison.

That would have been fine, but the girl who was dancing with him was absent-minded throughout the entire dance. She kept looking at Cyrus, as if she wished Cyrus could create dozens of clones to circle around her.

This kind of jealousy from the bottom of his heart made him extremely hostile to Cyrus.

However, just as he finished saying this, a disdainful voice came from behind him.

"Yeah?"

Ron had walked over from Hagrid's side at some point, tilting his head with a sympathetic look, as if pitying Hagrid's not-so-great wisdom.

"What do you think, Weasley?" the wizard immediately said sarcastically. Since he mentioned the last name, Fred and George were a little unhappy. The two looked at each other and had decided to wait until the game was over to give this guy a good beating.

Ron didn't know what his two brothers were thinking. What he was thinking about at the moment was their ignorance.

These people didn't know Cyrus's abilities at all. Only he knew. This made Ron feel different. He was a little flattered and said arrogantly, "Then you must not know that Voldemort was resurrected before, and Cyrus defeated him!"

Ron's words immediately stunned them all, but their first reaction was not surprise, but suspicion.

"You're lying, Weasley!"

"You don't believe it?" Ron said a little annoyed, "If you were smart, you would know that Harry was kidnapped twice. All the professors at Hogwarts know that Voldemort has been resurrected, and they all saw Cyrus defeat him!"

After hearing Ron mention the professor, everyone else felt that the news was a little more credible.

The twins knew that Harry had been kidnapped, but they didn't know that Voldemort had been resurrected! At this moment, their faces were full of curiosity, ready for Ron to explain every detail: "Tell me in detail!"

"Do you really believe him?!" The wizard was embarrassed, but he still insisted that Ron was lying, "If the mysterious man really resurrected, how could we not know about it?"

But at this time, not many people were willing to pay attention to him.

Only Angelina squeezed through the crowd towards Ron and sneered as she passed him: "Why, do I need to report the resurrection of the mysterious man to you?"

The Ravenclaw wizard sat back with a red face. He became a joke, but he still said something harsh.

"Just wait and see!"

Anyway, now that Cyrus and Dumbledore have met, it will soon be clear who is more powerful! - Ministry of Magic, sixth floor.

The flames burned almost everything on the sixth floor to ashes, leaving only ruins.

Dumbledore felt more serious than ever before, and the pressure Cyrus brought to him was unprecedented.

Even Voldemort is far inferior to him.

He felt the air was particularly dry, which was caused by the burning flames, but there was another feeling that came from Cyrus' magic - it was a sticky feeling!

Cyrus' magic seemed to be everywhere. Dumbledore felt as if he was walking in water. Every move consumed more energy than usual. Or he felt as if he was buried in the sand on the beach, even breathing was difficult.

Everything around him looked completely different in Dumbledore's eyes.

He felt like he was watching a movie with an old filter, with one or two flashing black lines appearing across the screen from time to time.

"It seems that Morgana's legacy has given you great power," Dumbledore said softly.

"But I doubt whether this power can match that of the Elder Wand." Cyrus's eyes rested on the wand in Dumbledore's hand.

He had never held a real Elder Wand, so until now he was not sure how powerful the Elder Wand was.

"Can he make you invincible?"

Voldemort is called "the most powerful dark wizard", but he is still no match for Dumbledore.

Perhaps Voldemort and Dumbledore possessed similar magical powers, but the wand clearly made Dumbledore invincible.

If it weren't for Harry, or in other words, if Harry wasn't a Horcrux, Dumbledore might have been able to kill Voldemort without having to sacrifice himself.

"I think if there is something you want to know, it's best to experience it yourself," said Dumbledore.

Cyrus laughed in silence. It seemed that Dumbledore might be a little angry that he had beaten his old lover. Cyrus glanced at Grindelwald and found that Grindelwald was smiling triumphantly at the moment.

So he raised the snakewood wand: "That's exactly what I was going to do!"

"boom!!!"

In an instant, a violent wave of magic spread from underground to every corner of the Ministry of Magic! Even ordinary people could see the traces of magic clearly.

The golden ripples echoed and passed through Cyrus' body inadvertently!

Cyrus was stunned for a moment. In that instant, his body seemed to have gone through several reincarnations. His originally smooth skin suddenly became loose and full of wrinkles like a poplar tree that had died in the desert.

He felt as if his strength was slipping away, as if the vitality in his body was being sucked away by something.

The sudden weakness almost made him unable to hold his wand tightly.

He half-knelt down, his body bent into a ball, looking like an antique that would break at the slightest touch.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald were both stunned.

In their astonished eyes, Cyrus had turned gray-haired.

"What's going on?" Grindelwald asked in surprise, but he soon found that his voice sounded like he was decades younger. The old Dumbledore in front of him disappeared, replaced by a young man with brown hair.

"Albus, what have you done? You've become young again." Grindelwald exclaimed in surprise, thinking he had returned to the summer in Godric's Hollow in his memory.

"Not me," Dumbledore's mind was thinking rapidly.

At this time, Cyrus, with his white hair, raised his head. He looked like a dried mummy, but his red-gold eyes were still clear and bright.

"The rules of time are broken—"

"Department of Mysteries!"

Dumbledore yelled!

(End of this chapter)