Quidditch pitch.

Although it is already summer vacation, all students will not want to miss such a game——

The four most powerful wizards in a century, concerning the life and death of the entire magical world!

In fact, it was not just students who came. At this moment, the Quidditch World Cup venue built last summer was once again being used. As a large venue with a capacity of 100,000 people, it accommodated countless wizards from all over the world.

There are many more people who cannot come here, but they are also following this game all the time through newspapers or other means.

And on the lawn in the center of the Quidditch field, Voldemort stood upright like a gun.

He was the first to arrive. After the attack last night, he couldn't wait to return here, waiting for the game to start. For him, this was not just a game, but also a hope to become the champion of the wizarding world.

Defeat Dumbledore and kill Cyrus!

He wants to solve all the hidden dangers.

The time is getting closer.

Voldemort looked up and saw that the sun had risen from the other side of the Forbidden Forest. The bright light spread in the morning mist like a golden sunset.

This day that represents death, the day when the great Dark Lord once again controls the world, is so sunny.

He felt a little blinded, and the faces of the more than 1,000 students in the auditorium were blurry. He guessed that Harry Potter might be among them, or that he had been frightened last night and dared not show up again.

Actually, Harry wasn't there.

After Hermione and Ginny sat down, they saw Ron was the only one there.

"What about Harry, I heard you were attacked last night." Hermione asked.

She heard it from Ginny.

Ron didn't know if the transfer last night was successful. Harry was indeed not taken away by Voldemort, but Dumbledore looked very serious.

Ron whispered what had happened to Hermione, and Ginny also pricked up her ears to listen.

"I guess the mysterious man must have achieved his goal." Hermione immediately expressed her guess after hearing this. She looked towards the court, at the man who looked very similar to Cyrus. Under the sunlight, the Dark Lord actually looked somewhat sacred.

"He had emphasized several times before that he didn't care about the prophecy or Harry, but he still attacked Harry, which means he must want something else," she said.

"What if he wants his soul back?" Ginny asked.

They had already known about the Horcruxes when they were in the Department of Mysteries.

"If that were the case, the You-Know-Who wouldn't have given up on Harry so easily last night." Hermione said, and she asked Ron, "So what about Harry?"

"He's staying at Sirius's house. Dumbledore said it'd be best for him to stay hidden," Ron explained.

But in fact, the Harry Potter he thought was, that is, Cyrus, was in the headmaster's office with the real Harry.

Now, he was facing Cyrus's face, looking at Dumbledore and Cyrus with a bit of resentment: "In fact, you could have dealt with him last night, right? If the two of you worked together, you could definitely defeat him."

In reality, Harry was thinking that Cyrus should work with Dumbledore to stop Voldemort.

Last night, Ron and the twins were injured, and the worst hit was Lupin, whose bones were almost all crushed by Voldemort's spell. If this wasn't a magical world, Lupin would have died long ago.

"We can defeat him, but we can't kill him," Cyrus said calmly.

Harry's disguise at the moment was perfect in terms of Transfiguration, but the problem was that their personalities were so different.

Harry was even more irritable.

Not to mention, it looked a little strange now that he was wearing Cyrus's face and making those expressions.

At the mention of killing, Harry fell silent again.

Neither Dumbledore nor Cyrus could kill Voldemort. The only person who could do it was him, because Voldemort's soul resided in his scar, because he was Voldemort's Horcrux.

He would kill Voldemort, but at the cost of his own life.

At this point, Harry wasn't actually afraid at all.

He had prepared himself well, telling himself that death was nothing to be afraid of, and that it would not hurt at all. According to James, it was just a dream, but Dumbledore said that death was another adventure.

These words reassured Harry.

But that doesn't mean he's willing to die.

He still had attachment to this world - his best friends Ron, Hermione, Ginny...his godfather Sirius Black, whom he had just met, Cyrus, Quidditch and everything about Hogwarts.

"Does it have to be me?" he asked sadly. "You all know that I am not special at all. I don't have the power to fight Voldemort. Just because of the prophecy, can I defeat him with this? Am I going to die just because of this?!"

He became more and more agitated, and now he was yelling at Dumbledore and Cyrus.

But no one would blame him for that.

Before real death comes, perhaps many people will think that death is no big deal, and they cannot experience the true horror of death.

But what about Harry? Although he roared like a wounded beast, he never took a step back.

He just felt it was a bit unfair, and felt sad and reluctant.

"This is definitely not because of the prophecy Harry," Cyrus said.

He hadn't told Harry the truth until now, because sometimes, knowing the future wasn't a good thing. Magic was a mysterious thing, and if he told it, it might change the outcome.

"You've been to the Hall of Prophecy, right? There are tens of thousands of prophecy balls there, each containing a prophecy. They can be as big as the survival of the wizarding world or as small as someone drinking a glass of water in the morning... But do you know how many of them can come true?"

Harry was stunned for a moment.

At this time, Cyrus gave the answer: "Don't even say half, it's less than one-tenth."

“Perhaps the prophecy from decades ago does have a bit of magic, but it is not like a chain that guides destiny. What is important is not the prophecy, but your own choice.”

"My own choice?"

At this time, Dumbledore also nodded seriously. He looked at Harry seriously and said, "You can choose what you want to do, Harry. No one will blame you for it. In fact, a carefree life is what you should have done. You are just a child and a student. It is because I am too useless and unable to kill Voldemort that you have to take on such a heavy responsibility."

Dumbledore looked sad.

In fact, he was sad.

Although he knew that his and Cyrus' plan could ensure Harry's survival, Harry didn't know that what he had experienced was too cruel for a child who was still in school.

A kid who was only in fifth grade after the summer vacation, who wasn't even allowed to learn Apparate, had to die.

"You can give up, Harry. Cyrus and I will find another way. I believe we can kill Voldemort. Grindelwald will also help me. I can convince him."

At this moment, both Cyrus and Dumbledore were looking at Harry.

This was an important decision for Harry, but in reality, both of them already knew the answer to Harry's question. They knew what kind of person Harry Potter was.

Sure enough, Harry shook his head.

He didn't want to die, but he knew he had to.

Because if Voldemort didn't die, someone would be hurt, and the people and things he cherished would be destroyed by Voldemort.

In order to protect them, Harry knew he had to step up.

Dumbledore said he would work with Cyrus to find another way, but no one could guarantee that they could find one.

"Yes, this is your choice." Dumbledore burst into tears. He was proud of Harry's excellence. "It is not a prophecy, but the path you choose. Your destiny is in your hands."

Harry nodded.

Now he seems calmer than before.

"But I still have a question." He looked at Cyrus, "Are you sure our plan will work? Can we take back the ownership of the Elder Wand by doing this? I don't think we can really 'defeat' Voldemort in this way."

In fact, Harry even thought Cyrus' plan was a bit ridiculous.

Cyrus just smiled at this.

"Harry, remember what Mr. Ollivander said when you got the wand on the first day - the wand chooses the wizard. Especially a holy artifact like the Elder Wand, it has more powerful wisdom than ordinary wands and can help it choose a qualified master." Cyrus said, "Obviously, Voldemort is not that person, otherwise I would not have been able to get the ownership of the Elder Wand so easily last time."

More than half a century ago, the person who held the Elder Wand was Grindelwald.

Grindelwald was once captured by Newt Scamander, but the Elder Wand did not abandon Grindelwald.

Before Voldemort's first downfall, he and Dumbledore often competed with each other, and the two were always tied, and the Elder Wand did not abandon Dumbledore.

The fact is, the Elder Wand itself is selecting someone who is qualified, and that person will not be Voldemort.

Cyrus put his hand on Harry's shoulder.

For some reason, this small action made Harry feel powerful. In fact, it was not his illusion. Cyrus was temporarily transferring Morgana's inheritance to Harry. This might not help him defeat Voldemort, but it could at least enhance his strength.

"Come on, Harry, don't worry, you're going to win."

Whoever holds the three Deathly Hallows is the master of death! This means that he is invincible! Harry took a deep breath.

Seeing him so serious, Cyrus couldn't help but say, "Maybe you won't die."

"Don't be ridiculous. If I don't die, Voldemort won't die either." Harry pointed to his forehead and laughed as if he was finally relieved. "His soul is here, remember?"

"Yeah, but the Killing Curse couldn't kill you, right?" Cyrus laughed, "Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived."

Harry smiled and walked out of the headmaster's office with Dumbledore.

At the same time, Cyrus no longer hid his true appearance. He changed back, parted ways with Harry and the others, and walked towards the observatory.

—The Goblet of Fire is there. —The Quidditch pitch.

The four warriors are already standing.

The match was still hosted by Babajide, and even Voldemort was polite to him. In fact, he had changed his crazy habits since his resurrection. Although he was still as cruel as before, no one would associate him with the murderous devil from his appearance.

When many non-British wizards saw him for the first time, they couldn't help but wonder whether the horrific rumors about Voldemort were true.

"The final game will begin soon. The rules are simple. The first person to find the Goblet of Fire will be the winner." Babajide said.

He glanced at everyone, then stepped aside and pointed to the castle: "The Goblet of Fire is hidden somewhere in Hogwarts..."

"I believe that you have had enough time to understand the structure of the castle. Of course, we have made some minor changes..."

At this point, Babajide still felt a little bitter.

Changing the castle is not an easy task. The magic in the castle is very stubborn. To be honest, even though they mobilized many people, they could only make temporary changes to the castle.

"Originally, the order in which the Warriors would enter was supposed to be determined based on the progress of the first two games, but due to the previous changes, I think you should all go in together."

After he finished speaking, he walked aside completely.

At this point, this game no longer needs a referee, or rather, everyone is a referee.

"Ah, I can't wait." Voldemort smiled enthusiastically. He felt the power of the Elder Wand, felt the incomparable magic flowing in his body, and imagined Cyrus dying in his hands.

This wonderful feeling made him so happy that he could even use the patronus.

"Then let's get started, everyone." His scarlet snake eyes pierced and stayed on Cyrus (Harry), "Don't worry, the game won't end too soon. I'll make an understanding with you."

Harry didn't dare say much about Voldemort's challenge, as he would be in trouble if he spoke too much. Now was not the time for him to be exposed.

So he just responded coldly.

"Me too."

(End of this chapter)