Almost two and a half hours ago.

When all the warriors' "treasures" were placed here, "Gabrielle" opened her scarlet eyes.

Or rather, Voldemort.

Since he decided to participate in the tournament, Voldemort never thought of leaving. He just created the illusion of leaving to make Cyrus and Dumbledore suspicious.

The plan after that is obvious.

He stood up and looked around the room he was in - all kinds of strange-shaped brains told him where he was.

"The Brain Hall?" Voldemort laughed coldly. "Consciousness is indeed full of mysteries, but this is not the place I want."

He walked around the brain hall and did not find any "treasures" of other warriors. Apparently they were all placed in different rooms.

"What a pity, I didn't see Harry Potter,"

He shook his head regretfully, otherwise, he could have taken back one of his soul fragments first.

"Forget it, it won't be too late to get the last fragment of the soul after I come back from time." Voldemort thought to himself as he walked out of the Brain Hall.

Speaking of which, this was his first time in the Department of Mysteries. Before this, he had only heard of this place but had never set foot here in person.

Walking out of the Brain Hall, Voldemort found himself in a circular room. Twelve identical doors were closed and then spun rapidly before his eyes.

Although there are only twelve doors, no one knows which door he has been to before, and which door is dangerous...

Of course, this was not a difficult task for Voldemort.

There were Death Eaters who had worked in the Department of Mysteries before, and Voldemort already knew how to identify them.

His snake-like eyes swept across the doors one by one.

"The Hall of Death, the Hall of Prophecy..."

Speaking of the Hall of Prophecy, Voldemort remembered that there should be a prophecy about himself and Harry here.

This is about how that little baby defeated the great Dark Lord more than a decade ago. Logically, Voldemort should care about it very much, and he is eager to know the full content of the prophecy so that he can find a way to break the prophecy.

But now, although the idea of ​​the prophecy had already emerged in Voldemort's mind, he still did not move a step.

It was just a prophecy, not to mention it was about Harry Potter. There was no need for him to check it now.

Voldemort no longer cares about the prophecy.

After several contacts with Harry, he had discovered that the child was nothing special and not worthy of his excessive attention.

He even wondered why he had been so stupid more than a decade ago, actually believing the prophecy and making a big fuss about a little devil. As a result, he had lost control of his Horcrux, allowing Cyrus to become an independent individual and go against him.

But it doesn't matter, he will soon be able to correct history and change the mistakes he has made! Since history can be changed, Voldemort is sure that as long as he goes back to the past, he can erase Cyrus' existence to a certain extent.

As long as he travels through time a few times, he will be able to obtain the Philosopher's Stone to revive his body and retrieve all the souls that belong to him in the past.

Voldemort believed that once he regained all his power, no one in this world would be his match!

Even Cyrus can't do it! But in the end, it's a question whether Cyrus still exists.

He laughed coldly and strode towards the Time Hall.

The Time Hall was a little too dazzling for Voldemort. The clocks moving around made a ticking sound, and the light like diamonds burst everywhere in the room...

Voldemort ignored these bells and whistles, walked past a huge grandfather clock that was taller than a man, and walked to the end of the room -

This is the source of all the light in the room, the beginning and end of time! In front of Voldemort was a transparent glass cover with sparkling air currents floating inside.

As the air moves, a tiny hummingbird is born, dies, and is reborn again, rising and falling over and over again like waves on the shore.

"How could I not realize that the immortality I was pursuing was actually right before my eyes!"

In comparison, Horcruxes are ultimately just imperfect powers.

It certainly has its advantages. With a Horcrux, one can soon gain a long life and an immortal body. But the disadvantages are also obvious. Once a Horcrux is made, it will eventually become an external object.

Voldemort stretched out his finger towards the glass cover and tapped it lightly. The next moment, the glass melted and shattered like ice.

He immediately extended his hand towards the swirling airflow, and then, a thick black gas was released around Gabrielle's body. A smoke-like monster left her body and completely disappeared in time...

Time travel is a wonderful feeling. Voldemort felt that his surroundings were frozen in an instant, and the whole world seemed like sunlight shining on colored glass, leaving a dreamy color.

Then, everything was stretched out so long that he could hardly see anything. Only endless phantoms passed by him silently, and finally overlapped together... —— "What's going on?"

Grindelwald still hasn't figured out what happened.

The ability to predict the future is full of uncertainty. Even if Grindelwald used his special eyes to observe the future, what he could see would be partial and fragmentary.

He now had only one suspicion - perhaps Voldemort, known as the Dark Lord, had done something.

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore's back cautiously, wondering whether he should tell them that he and Voldemort had "joined forces". However, although it was called a joint effort, Grindelwald actually didn't know what Voldemort's plan was.

He just wanted to make sure Dumbledore could stay alive and not be killed by Cyrus. Thinking of this, Grindelwald's eyes passed over Dumbledore and stayed on Cyrus.

This guy looks so old now, as if it is difficult for him to pick up the wand. This is a good opportunity to kill him!

If it had been fifty years ago, he would have killed Cyrus without even thinking twice!

But now…

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore's back, his eyes flickered, and the fingers of the hand holding the wand slightly twirled, but in the end he did not make any move.

In comparison, Cyrus and Dumbledore knew much more.

The rule of time was broken, and the only possibility was that something went wrong in the Hall of Time. Considering that he had just sent three warriors to the Hall of Time, Dumbledore began to worry about their lives.

Could it be that I was wrong? Was Fleur really possessed by Voldemort?

He looked at Cyrus with a serious expression and asked, "Cyrus, have you noticed anything wrong with Fleur Delacour?"

Dumbledore knew that Cyrus had the ability to see traces of ancient magic. Perhaps he could discover things that he himself could not? However, Cyrus shook his head slowly. He looked like he was afraid to do strenuous exercise, as if he was afraid to break his neck if he was not careful.

He looked as old as the ages of Dumbledore and Grindelwald combined before they became younger, so old that even his voice was hoarse and he spoke with great difficulty.

But even so, Cyrus didn't look particularly embarrassed.

He said firmly, "It's not Fleur." After a pause, he added, "But it is Delacour!"

Cyrus only now figured out what had happened, or rather, he hardly took Voldemort seriously, so after confirming that Fleur was fine, he didn't think much about it.

It now seems that Voldemort should be hiding in Gabrielle and has been in the Department of Mysteries from the very beginning.

But Cyrus didn't expect that Voldemort actually broke the rules of time...

He reversed time and changed history. What did he want to gain? Life?

Or is it a soul? ! "We have to go to the Department of Mysteries immediately!" Dumbledore made a quick decision. He glanced at Cyrus, who was so old that he could hardly move, and thought that he had to go alone this time. "You stay here, Cyrus."

However, Cyrus sneered and shook his head. He looked at Grindelwald and said softly, "I thought you would seize the opportunity of my weakness to kill me, Grindelwald."

"I don't think I need to do anything. You are going to die on your own." Grindelwald said lightly.

Cyrus looked even scarier now than before.

His wrinkled skin was dotted with age spots and his entire body seemed to exude the smell of a rotting corpse. The power of time never stopped turning on him. He was like a riverbed that had been exposed to the scorching sun for months. His dry skin seemed to have cracked and would break into pieces and fall off at the slightest movement.

Dumbledore also looked over worriedly. Cyrus did look worrying at this moment.

He felt as if he was looking at a piece of paper that had been dried by fire. It seemed to be still one piece, but in fact, it would immediately turn into ash if touched lightly.

"Do you think I'm going to die?" Cyrus said as his old, shriveled body, which looked like only a skeleton, began to lose more skin. But even so, he could feel the breath of life growing upward! Grindelwald looked surprised.

“Bang!!”

“Bang!!”

He heard the sound of a heart beating violently in the silent darkness. The heart was vigorous and powerful, as if it was the pulse of life itself! In the drumbeat of life, Cyrus seemed to be enveloped by golden light, and time began to reverse again!

It was as if something had refilled his blood vessels and moisturized his skin - the wrinkles on his body were smoothed out, the age spots that dotted his body disappeared, and his body stood up straight again, like a dead tree coming back to life.

——It's the Philosopher's Stone! Cyrus was resurrected through the Philosopher's Stone, his vitality was endless, his new body sprouted again from the old body, Cyrus turned back to his original appearance in the surprised eyes of Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

"Let's go and meet our Dark Lord!" Cyrus stood up, his eyes flashing with anger! "Then let's go!" Dumbledore nodded, "Stay closer to me."

As it was about Voldemort, Dumbledore also gave up the duel with Cyrus. He did not mention any names, so Grindelwald stood beside him unwaveringly. Then, Dumbledore, who looked almost a hundred years younger, raised his hands and clapped them vigorously in the air: "Fawkes!"

“Wow!”

The phoenix flame instantly ignited in his palm!

The huge wave of flames instantly enveloped both Cyrus and Grindelwald! ——Department of Mysteries.

A few minutes ago.

Cassandra, Cedric and Fleur cast a powerful blasting spell directly at the door of the Department of Mysteries! Unfortunately, their magic power was not enough to break through the magical defense on the door so easily. The power of the blasting spell rebounded and blew the three of them back!

Cedric once again acted as a cushion, and all the bones in his body were almost broken by the crush.

"Are you okay?" Fleur helped him up from the ground with an apologetic look. When she flew out just now, her elbow hit Cedric's face.

"Ahem, no, it's okay..." Cedric held on, glancing at the door that seemed to be motionless, and said through gritted teeth, "Let's try again, but this time we should stand farther away to avoid getting hurt."

"No need," Cassandra shook her head. "We can't blow it away with our magic."

If Cassandra's magic level is equivalent to that of a Hogwarts professor, then the Ministry of Magic's defense is at least equivalent to the defense of Hogwarts Castle in the final battle of the original work. Bombardment by spells alone will not be effective.

"Then tell me, what should we do?" Furong was dissatisfied with Cassandra's discouraging words and immediately challenged her.

"I suggest relying on physics!" Cassandra said a term that Fleur didn't understand.

But she didn't need to understand, because Cassandra had already walked to the door and raised her foot -

“Boom!!!”

Under the astonished gazes of Fleur and Cedric, Cassandra kicked the door away...

"you……"

Cedric swallowed his saliva. He never dreamed that Cassandra, who looked elegant and generous, would do such a thing.

"Ahem," Cassandra clapped her hands, lifted a small strand of hair from her ear, coughed lightly to cover up her embarrassment at the moment, and then said, "As we all know, wizards usually don't consider using brute force to break through the level..."

Cedric and Fleur were still stunned.

"Okay! There's not much time left! Let's go in first!" Cassandra said with a blushing face.

Cedric and Fleur finally reacted and followed Cassandra into the door...

(End of this chapter)