The castle that he was familiar with in the past now gave him a strange feeling.

It was as if he was not in the place where he had lived day and night for several years, but in a completely unfamiliar environment. Every corner and every corridor here made him uneasy.

The light in the castle was very dim, and the bright sunlight outside seemed to be blocked by magical power. Looking out from the window of the corridor, one could only see a gray area, as if the world they lived in was not real, but illusory.

Harry glanced outside and inexplicably felt that this scene was just like the world inside the Pensieve.

But the difference is that everything here is real, the walls are solid, and every speck of dust is so clear——

The knights in the castle disappeared, and even the portraits on the walls were replaced.

To be honest, Harry didn't recognize any of the people in the portraits. Each of them was very serious, staring at Harry closely, revealing his every move.

The feeling of being spied on was not pleasant, but Harry was not worried about it.

From beginning to end, he had only one mission——

Kill Voldemort! Don't worry about the rest.

He didn't even care about the Goblet of Fire. The game itself could no longer determine the real winner. Only life and death were the final outcome!

"Come, Voldemort, come and die..."

He said softly.

On the other side, Voldemort also entered the castle from another direction.

He was currently in the Slytherin common room, the most remote place in Hogwarts besides the Chamber of Secrets. This reminded Voldemort of the unpleasant days he had spent in Albany a few years ago.

He reached out and touched the heavy glass in the lounge, looking out at the huge lake through it. It looked dark, just as its name suggested.

Unfortunately, Voldemort did not see the giant squid, otherwise there would be more past events waiting for him to recall.

As for now——

"Let me get the victory that I deserve!" He smiled and left the basement like a poisonous snake emerging from a damp and cold cave.

But what he didn't expect was that his allies were already waiting for him outside.

Grindelwald walked out of the auditorium, shaking a glass of red wine in his left hand.

He looked more like he was attending a party than a competition.

"You are in a good mood, Grindelwald, but I think we should act quickly--" He laughed cruelly, "According to the agreement, we will kill Cyrus together. As for Dumbledore, I will leave it to you."

"certainly!"

Grindelwald drank the red wine in his hand and threw the glass away. When it fell to the ground, he immediately turned into a ferocious hound.

"It'll lead us to Cyrus."

No matter Grindelwald, Voldemort, Harry and Dumbledore, no one cares about the result of the game. They all know that the Goblet of Fire must be placed in the corner of the castle, but no one cares about it.

The hounds galloped away.

The castle was neither small nor big, and the hound found one of its targets without much effort.

——It's Dumbledore.

At this moment, he was holding a very ordinary-looking wand. Seeing Grindelwald and Voldemort walking side by side, the blue eyes behind the moon-shaped glasses did not reveal a trace of surprise.

"What a coincidence, Dumbledore."

Voldemort smiled as he greeted him. He was the only one who was so relaxed in this situation.

Especially after he discovered that what Dumbledore was scratching in his hand was not the Elder Wand, he began to look down on Dumbledore even more.

"Leave it to you?" Voldemort turned to look at Grindelwald, "Or do you want my help? I'm happy to break both of his legs and then find a place to lock him up for fifty years. What do you think of Nurmengard?"

Grindelwald ignored Voldemort's witticisms. He took a step forward and stood in front of Voldemort.

"I'll take care of him myself."

The two elderly men, who were already over a hundred years old, looked at each other again, as if they were going to continue the indecisive battle in the Department of Mysteries.

For a moment, the hearts of the audience in the Quidditch stadium and even other people who could see the broadcast of the game were hanging in the air. In fact, when they saw Voldemort and Grindelwald walking together, they were already very desperate.

"No matter how powerful Dumbledore is, he can't defeat both of them at the same time, right?"

"Cyrus is still on the top floor!" Hermione said worriedly.

However, Ron's eyes did not stay on the battlefield at this moment. After all, Hogwarts was so small. If a real fight broke out, Cyrus should be able to hear it quickly.

Now he was more concerned about where Snape was.

On the platform, several high-ranking Death Eaters gathered here, including Voldemort's most trusted Barty the Younger.

But Snape, who betrayed them last night and led the Death Eaters to attack Harry, was missing.

Now even the mysterious man himself has appeared in Hogwarts, but Snape is not here, which makes Ron wonder if Snape has other conspiracy.

He looked around but didn't see any sign of Snape, so he could only turn his attention back to the screen.

There seemed to be no more room for conversation between Grindelwald and Dumbledore. They held their wands high, pointing them at each other's hearts across a long corridor - the place that once filled their love.

"This is the greatest magic - love!" Voldemort said with sarcasm, "Dumbledore, feel the passion that your lover brings you!"

He strode away.

"Stop!" Dumbledore tried to stop him, but Grindelwald's figure blocked his way.

He smiled, his eyes were more gentle than ever, he looked at Dumbledore and shook his head: "I can't watch you die, Albus. Cyrus is not worthy of your trust."

"Really? Then are you worth it?" Dumbledore immediately counterattacked sharply, as if the fact that Grindelwald and Voldemort had joined forces had deeply hurt him.

"I've spent decades fighting him, and I had seen hope of completely destroying him, but you destroyed it!" Dumbledore looked calm, but every letter in his words contained anger!

"You destroyed everything - your promise -" Dumbledore glared at him. At this moment, the time between the two seemed to be frozen, but it seemed to have not frozen. In the silence that was not sure whether it was a second or a thousand years, Dumbledore's words changed from anger to sadness, "... and my life."

He still couldn't get over Ariana's death. The spell that killed her might have been cast by Aberforth, or by Grindelwald, or by himself, but it didn't matter now.

What’s important is that, to this day, no one has paid the price for what happened back then.

"How stupid! I thought you were truly sorry."

He shook his head in disappointment.

In fact, he would read every letter that Grindelwald wrote to him in prison over and over again. Countless times, Dumbledore could not suppress his inner desire to respond.

But he didn't do it after all.

Now it seems that he was right, those confessions were just a man's rhetoric, not even a punctuation mark could be trusted.

"I just don't want to have any regrets anymore." Grindelwald shook his head.

And now, Voldemort was gone.

"To pieces!" He waved his arm and the spell blasted out like a cannonball!

Grindelwald immediately retaliated with a spell, and the two men's spells were at a stalemate.

"It seems I have no choice but to do as Voldemort said and break your legs and imprison you! At least this way you can save your life!" Grindelwald said coldly.

At the same time, Voldemort, who was hiding in the corner, also laughed. He had been peeping here until now.

"Well, I think I'd better go find Cyrus."

He walked upstairs.

Coincidentally, Harry also heard the fight and ran down in a hurry.

The two of them met on the fifth floor.

——Two people stood on either side of a long corridor, like the two ends of a scale. Justice and evil, just like fate, there will be a winner in the end.

"Come on, Voldemort!" Harry naturally couldn't wait any longer.

He didn't have much confidence in himself, but in order to stop being so afraid, he could only muster up the courage to move forward. Now he was like a lion, alone, wandering in the wild, roaring at every enemy that approached him, his mane blooming like the flame of life!

Voldemort was equally impatient.

But he looked at Harry as if he were looking at prey, a lamb to be slaughtered.

"Dumbledore gave you the Elder Wand?"

He asked.

"Yes, you are scared?"

"Ridiculous," whispered Voldemort. "What do I have to fear? Because you hold the Elder Wand?"

He paused, then grinned again.

"Now we both have the Elder Wand. That's fair, isn't it?" said Voldemort. "I will prove that I am stronger than you, not because of the wand, but because of my own superior magical power!"

It's not that he doesn't have the confidence to say these things.

He took back his soul from time, and even repeatedly obtained an excess of soul. At this moment, he not only reached the peak he should have reached, but also surpassed the peak! He was like a composite of several Voldemorts, but all the souls were completely compatible with him.

What they follow is Voldemort's principle, and the combined power is unmatched!

But Harry is also extraordinary now.

He has Morgana's legacy handed down to him by Cyrus, the magical black dragon has enhanced his magic power, and on top of that, he is now the master of the three Deathly Hallows - which means he should be invincible!

Invincible!

Harry thought to himself without stopping his hands.

Voldemort didn't recognize his true identity and thought he was facing Cyrus. He wanted to say something to him and attack Cyrus verbally, but who would have thought that Harry had no martial ethics and attacked him directly! "Expelliarmus!"

A red light burst out from the old wand in his hand!

This was not like a spell, but more like a laser! This powerful force was unbelievable to Harry himself. His arms were shaking and his palms were numb.

Voldemort is the Dark Lord after all. Even if Harry suddenly attacks, he can react immediately. With a flick of his wrist, he casts a spell to meet the attack.

The two spells collided, and Voldemort swung his hand again, easily knocking Harry away with the spell.

The spell did not dissipate, but instead crashed into the wall like a giant monster, knocking it down.

"Now we may have to wait several months for the next semester to start."

Harry thought to himself, but then he realized that this had nothing to do with him.

Voldemort frowned.

"Disarming spell?"

He looked at Harry strangely: "How interesting, Cyrus, I don't know when you became so kind."

"You can't attack like that," he said, shaking his head as he moved closer to Harry. "Have you forgotten who you are fighting?" He thrust his wand towards Harry, and green lightning struck. "Show your true strength!"

Harry ducked to avoid the Killing Curse.

The biggest challenge for him was how to play Cyrus.

He must be graceful and remain calm in the face of adversity.

He took a deep breath, then said coldly: "I just sympathize with you, Voldemort, you are so pathetic."

"How do you know?"

"Because you will die here today!" said Harry viciously.

But this seemed to be a very funny joke to Voldemort. He let out short puffs of air from his nose, his whole face full of contempt.

"I'm sorry, you made me laugh," he said. "You know, Cyrus, you never told such unrealistic jokes before. But it's understandable. A poor dog will only bark more fiercely when facing those who scare him, because he needs to bluff."

"Just like you now, isn't it?"

"Really? Then let's give it a try!" Harry knew that he was the one fighting against Voldemort and that Voldemort was insulting him, but he still felt angry when he heard Voldemort say the word "Cyrus".

He was filled with rage.

"ah--"

He didn't even need to say the name of the spell, he just had to wave his wand vigorously and just imagine the magic power in his body, and his wand would automatically attack!

A powerful force brings fear, despair, sadness...

Countless negative magic powers became even more ferocious under the blessing of the old wand! They were like a quagmire full of pain, trapping the enemy deeply in it.

“Boom!” — “Boom!”

Under everyone's surprised gaze, Dumbledore and Grindelwald's spells fell to the ground beside them.

The two of them looked at each other and started "fighting" tacitly.

Barty Jr., who was on the Quidditch field, saw this scene and his face turned blue and red.

Now, how could he not know that he was deceived by Grindelwald.

There was never a moment when the old thing actually intended to help the Dark Lord.

"I have to find a way to tell the Dark Lord this news."

He thought.

(End of this chapter)