There was a muffled sound in the air, and then a black object fell from mid-air and rolled several times on the ground.

Cedric was holding several people tightly in his hands, and the force of the swinging of the portkey almost dislocated his arm. He fell heavily to the ground and rolled several times in a mess. The warriors and their treasures he brought back also scattered with a snap.

More than a thousand people on the Quidditch field exclaimed, and they stood up one by one, stretched their necks, waved their hands and shouted! "Diggory!"

"Diggory!"

“…”

Cedric got up from the ground, his head was bleeding and his eyes were blurry. The sun shone on his body that seemed to be frozen, and it was warm and made him a little dazed.

"Did you see it?" A middle-aged man shouted in the stands. His surprised and proud voice could be heard throughout the stadium. "That's my child! That's my child!"

Amos Diggory pushed his way through the crowd, his hands raised excitedly above his head.

People in the crowd reacted differently. The moment Cedric came back, Ron discovered Harry and others who were brought back by Diggory with great difficulty. Harry was also awake, but looked several times more miserable than Diggory.

He saw Harry rushing towards the castle eagerly. Ron suddenly had a bad feeling and jumped out of the audience without hesitation.

Now, most people were cheering Digory's victory, but some people didn't think so, after all, Cassandra and Fleur also returned with their treasures.

"I think we need a fair trial," said Fudge, "and it would be great if we could find out what happened in the Department of Mysteries!"

The last scene they could see was the three most powerful wizards standing together. Suddenly, Cyrus became extremely old, while Dumbledore and Grindelwald became younger as if time had been reversed.

At that time, Fudge guessed that something might have happened in the Time Hall, but due to the progress of the game, he could not send anyone to check. Scrimgeour wanted to break the game, but he could not violate the minister's order.

Fortunately, after that, Cyrus suddenly reversed time and regained his strength, and the three people disappeared in flames.

"With Dumbledore here, the situation can't be too bad." Even though Fudge disliked Dumbledore very much, he still believed in his ability. Not to mention that before leaving, Cyrus and Grindelwald seemed to have put aside their differences.

'I hope the Department of Mysteries is alright...'

Fudge thought as he and all the other judges came to Cedric's side.

"Hogwarts' champion, Cedric Diggory, you are the first to return from the Department of Mysteries, and you have won victory for Hogwarts," Babajide Akinbade said solemnly.

His old eyes also swept over Fleur and Cassandra, but Fleur was already unconscious, and Cassandra came back a little late. He did not come back at the same time as Cedric, but was the second batch. Otherwise, Cedric would not have been able to bring so many people.

Cedric seemed to wake up from his trance after hearing Achinbad's voice, and realized that everything that happened in the Department of Mysteries was not a dream, but a painful reality! His body couldn't help but tremble again, and he looked at Fudge with fear and pleading in his eyes: "Sir! Aurors... Aurors must be sent to the Department of Mysteries immediately!" He almost pounced on Fudge.

"Don't panic, Amos's child." Fudge also realized that something might have happened in the Department of Mysteries, but in public, Fudge couldn't lose his composure. "Is the magic in the Department of Mysteries out of control?"

Cedric shook his head quickly. He couldn't even speak clearly due to panic and fear, and he was breathing heavily. He always felt that Voldemort was still standing in front of him, strangling his throat with his cold hands.

"It's... it's the mysterious man!" Cedric shouted, as if he had used up all his strength, "Sir, the mysterious man is back..."

Fudge suddenly froze as if he had been hit by a freezing spell. All the fat on his body seemed to become hard and his limbs were cold.

"Don't joke, kid! This is not a funny joke..." His tone became a little stern, "We have other witnesses here!"

Fudge looked at Cassandra for help, as if he wanted to hear another answer from Cassandra.

To be honest, Fudge would rather the Ministry of Magic was blown to pieces than hear that terrifying name.

However, Cassandra only nodded coldly, looking at him as if he were a fool. "If you call the man called Voldemort You-Know-Who, then he is indeed back."

Fudge's heart seemed to have finally died.

Especially when Cassandra said the name "Voldemort" without hesitation, his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground. Now his face was paler than a dead person...

The cheers of thousands of people cooled in an instant, and every little wizard in Hogwarts felt like they were having a ridiculous dream.

But for some people, this is just the beginning! Barty Crouch Jr., who transformed into Maxim, was the first to attack Bellatrix. His words were sharp and his hostility was very obvious: "Ms. Lestrange, I remember you are a Death Eater, right? Don't you have anything to explain?"

At this moment, Bella seemed to have become the target of public criticism.

All eyes were pressed towards her, especially Fudge, who seemed to have found an outlet for his venting. There was a ferocious malice hidden under his shaking fat, and it seemed that he was going to arrest Bellatrix as soon as he opened his mouth.

However, he still retained some rationality and did not act rashly. However, Umbridge could no longer bear it. She mistakenly thought that this was her chance for revenge, so she immediately found a hat and put it on Bella's head.

"Ilvermorny has been cruel and ruthless since participating in the tournament. Bellatrix is ​​a Death Eater, and the man named Cyrus has a close relationship with the You-Know-Who. Can I assume that you helped the You-Know-Who come back?"

Umbridge walked towards Bella proudly at this moment. The scrutinizing eyes behind her seemed to her to be a different kind of power, supporting her and giving her the courage to stand in front of Bella.

"Now, do you have anything to explain, Bellatrix Lestrange?" she said softly with a sickly sweet, disgusting smile on her face.

"If not, the Aurors will arrest you first, and the students from Ilvermorny—"

“Bang!”

Bella slapped him coldly. She didn't respond, but her eyes revealed a fierce threat, "Are you talking to me, toad?"

She slapped Umbridge's face until it was swollen, and then without waiting for others to react, she glanced around one by one. The Aurors present were indeed ready to make a move, but they still had some reservations.

"Calm down, gentlemen!" Mag yelled at the top of her lungs.

She had been a teacher at Hogwarts for decades. Once she opened her mouth, the young Aurors would be afraid to act rashly. Everyone remembered this strict Gryffindor headmaster.

"Now is not the time for us to argue here, Minister Fudge. I think the most important thing now is to send Aurors to the Department of Mysteries to provide support."

"Yes, yes..." Fudge was in a trance for a moment. He laughed dryly, still holding on to the last glimmer of hope in his heart.

Even if they are warriors, they are just children after all. Maybe they were just scared by some illusion.

"Your little head must be too excited, Cedric." Fudge deceived himself, as if everything was just as he imagined. He touched Cedric's head affectionately, "Well, enjoy your victory!"

"But, the mysterious man..."

"There is no You-Know-Who!" Fudge interrupted him forcefully, "It's just that the magic in the Department of Mysteries got out of control. This is not common, but don't worry, Dumbledore is here, the Ministry of Magic will not collapse!"

He said confidently.

However, just as he finished speaking, the big screens on the Quidditch field suddenly shook! He was startled and immediately looked over there.

The floor of the eighth floor was torn apart in an instant, and then two huge dragon-shaped monsters rushed out from the Department of Mysteries. They bit and fought, and their wings and torsos knocked down several floors along the way, and they were still rising...

Kingsley was stunned for a moment, then slowly walked to Fudge's side and said silently: "Minister, the Ministry of Magic is really going to collapse now..."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Fudge's face turned black, "Why don't you send out all the Aurors?!" - At the same time, in the Department of Mysteries.

Hall of Death.

Cyrus swung Gryffindor's sword, and time seemed to freeze. In a flash, the sword cut through the solid object, and a hideous head fell heavily to the ground. Endless blood gushed out, rushing straight to the ceiling of the Hall of Death like a fountain.

“Boom!”

Voldemort's body and the fallen head fell to the ground...

His head was still intact.

What was chopped off was the head of the basilisk.

The confused basilisk's body was still twisting, and blood was gushing out from the huge wound like a spring, staining the entire staircase leading to the archway of the Death Hall red like a carpet, as if welcoming the arrival of death.

The huge head also rolled down to the front of the archway, its dim yellow eyes still moving, and venom flowing from its fangs...

"I didn't expect that I couldn't kill you like this." Cyrus said coldly, holding the sword.

At that moment, Voldemort had no time to dodge, but he used Disapparation (which is not the same magic as Apparition) to summon the Basilisk that was fighting with the Thunder Phoenix to block the knife for him.

However, Gryffindor's sword still injured Voldemort's body.

There was a huge cut on Voldemort's chest at this moment.

But what surprised Cyrus was that not a drop of blood flowed out of the wound, as if he was no longer a flesh and blood body. Through the gap, Cyrus could not see the internal structure of his body.

Voldemort seemed to know what Cyrus was thinking and laughed coldly: "Look, am I bleeding now?"

"Clone spell, I really underestimated you." He stood up, and the huge wound began to wriggle, quickly stitching itself together. "This is the trick you played on Christmas, right? Let me guess, when was it?"

He talked to himself.

"Oh, yes, it was you who dropped your sword and was almost hit by my spell, and you completed your clone in the smoke, right? No wonder you lost your hat, and no wonder I always felt that the you just now was a little weak. I think this clone will also split your power in two, right?"

Voldemort saw through the weakness of this spell, and his voice became colder and colder, with murderous intent at this moment! "How do you have the power to deal with me now?!"

How could Cyrus, who only had half of his magic power left, be his opponent? !

"This move will kill you!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

"boom!!!"

The spell exploded like lightning!

The black shadow flew backwards and fell to the ground miserably like a rag doll.

Voldemort spat out a mouthful of blood and rolled down the stairs half dead.

He raised his head in disbelief and looked behind him. Cyrus, who was trapped by his spell, was untied at some point, and the snakewood wand that he had knocked away also returned to Cyrus' hand at some point.

The spell that just exploded was not cast by Voldemort at all, but Cyrus hit him hard from behind! Now, the two Cyrus stood high on the steps, looking down at Voldemort, and the black curtain on the archway behind Voldemort was raised high, as if calling him to go in...

The damage this spell caused to Voldemort was extremely huge, even more than the damage caused by the sword of Gryffindor. But Voldemort didn't understand how Cyrus, whose magic power was divided into two, could still cast such a powerful spell?

"Don't understand? Why don't you tell me?" Cyrus said, "Because from the beginning, I didn't divide the magic power into two halves."

Cyrus's clone spell does require splitting his own abilities in two.

But Cyrus, holding the sword, doesn't need any magic power at all, he just needs a strong body!

From the very beginning, all the magic power was in Cyrus who was holding the wand. He pretended to be weak, lured Voldemort out of the central hall, and deliberately threw away the snakewood wand - Voldemort didn't know that the snakewood wand could turn into a snake and automatically return to Cyrus' hand - and finally completed the blow that dealt a heavy blow to Voldemort.

At this moment, Voldemort seemed to want to fight back, but when he picked up his wand, he suddenly frowned.

As if he had noticed something, he made an unhappy "tsk" sound.

(End of this chapter)