We must tell the Dark Lord this news! At this moment, Barty's mind was filled with this thought.

He looked around and found himself surrounded.

Needless to say, the Hogwarts professors such as McGonagall, and the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic also cleverly surrounded their Death Eaters. Not to mention the wizards from the Magical Congress of the United States of America, Durmstrang, and the International Confederation of Wizards... Now, he just glanced around and immediately met Bella's provocative gaze.

This woman is waiting for them to take action! Even though the Death Eaters have completely taken control of the French Ministry of Magic, they are actually far behind in terms of military strength.

The fact that the Dark Lord's power could cause such great turmoil in Britain more than a decade ago was also related to the fact that no one in the international community was willing to lend a helping hand to Britain.

The situation is very different now.

Trapped in the audience, unable to move, Barty Jr. knew that if he really took any action, all the Death Eaters would be killed in an instant.

In fact, the Death Eaters are already unprecedentedly powerful, but so are their enemies.

He couldn't act rashly, but there was someone who could - Severus Snape.

From the beginning to now, Snape has disappeared. Little Barty is not sure whether the Dark Lord has made plans for him, or he just dares not show up here because of the attack yesterday. This is not surprising. Snape's betrayal is very hateful. I am afraid that he will be attacked as soon as he shows up.

But where did he go?

Little Batty had no idea and could only worry.

At the same time, Dumbledore and Grindelwald were casting powerful spells in all directions, pretending to be fighting fiercely.

They seemed to be in harmony, but that was just an appearance.

In fact, the two were still engaged in a verbal battle.

"I think we have fooled him," said Dumbledore.

"Maybe." Grindelwald did not comment. Compared to this, he wanted to know more whether what Dumbledore said not long ago was from the heart.

Of course, he probably didn't need to ask, he already knew the result. Although Dumbledore seemed to be getting along well with him at the moment, in fact, the rift between them was thousands of miles apart. Dumbledore compromised only for the greater good.

"But I warn you, Albus," he said, heartbrokenly but kindly, "that while You-Know-Who is very dangerous, so is Cyrus. He will kill you. I saw it."

"Thank you very much, Grindelwald."

Dumbledore just smiled in response, he looked like he didn't care at all, but the truth was the opposite.

"I don't think Cyrus would kill me," he said. "He might try to defeat me, which would not be too difficult for him, but I don't think he would kill me. Are you sure that the man you saw was him?"

You know, the current Voldemort has a face similar to Cyrus'.

With the opponent's superb magic power, it would not be so easy to detect if he were to perform the human body transformation technique.

He suspected that the person Grindelwald saw was not actually Cyrus, but Voldemort.

He didn't care whether he lived or died, but what worried him was that this might mean that their plan might not have succeeded.

But Grindelwald didn't think so.

"You think my magical eyes can't see through that man's Transfiguration?" he asked.

Grindelwald has a pair of unparalleled magic eyes, which are just like Odin's eyes, allowing him to see the past and the future. Even Moody's magic eyes can see through the invisibility cloak, one of the Deathly Hallows. With Grindelwald's powerful magic power and these eyes, nothing in the world can hide.

If it was really Cyrus, then Dumbledore would feel relieved.

"Death is not a terrible thing," he said.

Even looked a little happy.

To him, this world was a huge cage. As long as he was alive, Dumbledore could only suffer - for his love, past, regret and responsibility... Moreover, if he died, perhaps he would really have a chance to say sorry to Ariana.

"It's just a great adventure!" he said expectantly.

"You and I both know that this is just a lie." Grindelwald ruthlessly broke his fantasy. There are ghosts in the magic world, but the existence of ghosts does not mean that they retain everything of the dead. In fact, the existence of ghosts is more like a group of memories. They are not real souls, but a pitiful shadow trapped in the world left by cowardly people who are unwilling to give up reality and fear death.

Not to mention, Dumbledore's sister didn't even turn into a ghost.

She is an Obscurial, and generally speaking, Obscurials find it difficult to use their magic powers.

The magic of this kind of people is more like silent nourishment.

Even wizards cannot determine whether the world after death is real.

In fact, Grindelwald and Dumbledore both thought it was fake. Just like the legend of the Deathly Hallows - is there really a god of death in this world?

I'm afraid that's not the case. They both thought it was just a story, and the so-called three holy artifacts were just powerful magic tools made by the three brothers. As for the world after death, what else is left except endless sleep?

Perhaps with their magical powers, they can allow their thoughts to stay in this world for a short time, but it is not a real existence after all.

It was just a lie, a consolation to myself and others.

Just like what people always say: "Tomorrow will be better", no one can guarantee it.

"Even if it's just a deep sleep, that's what I need." Dumbledore said with a smile.

Grindelwald looked like he wanted to say something else, but Dumbledore beat him to the punch and changed the subject.

"Okay, it's time for us to act and follow the plan." Dumbledore put away his wand and glanced at the ceiling. Through several layers of space, the sound of the spell exploding was ringing in his ears.

Harry Potter was losing ground.

Voldemort raised his wand high, he strode forward, and his spells shot out like lightning.

His movements became more and more flamboyant, and his wide robe fluttered in the wind like the spread wings of a giant bird.

He was so majestic, and every time he attacked, he brought with him an irresistible force! Harry was no match for him at all. He could only try his best to maintain a decent appearance and dodge.

But Voldemort had no doubts.

In fact, with the blessing of multiple magic powers and holy artifacts, Harry's magical power has almost reached the level of Cyrus. The magical legacy of Morgana given to him by Cyrus alone is enough to make Harry's magic power equal to Grindelwald.

Moreover, he also had the blessing of the three Deathly Hallows. Although Voldemort's magical power was stronger than Harry's, surprisingly, every time his spell was about to hit Harry, its power was weakened or it just missed him.

This is the magic of the invisibility cloak.

The seemingly ordinary invisibility cloak actually has the magical power to evade death according to legend.

The power it possesses is not only to hide, but more importantly to protect!

But Voldemort didn't realize this. In fact, he thought it was natural for Harry to avoid his magic because he thought Harry was Cyrus. This was nothing to Cyrus. He even thought that Harry didn't do well enough, not as good as when he was in the Department of Mysteries.

"Don't tell me that's all you can do, Cyrus!" Voldemort shouted.

The spell shot out like a poisonous snake, trying to deal a fatal blow to Harry.

"ah!"

Harry gritted his teeth and blocked the spell, but he still felt tired. Every attack from Voldemort was like a sledgehammer hitting him. If this continued, even if he was made of steel and iron, he would eventually be shattered by metal fatigue.

As soon as this thought came into his mind, Voldemort's spell hit him like a whip.

“Bang!”

The spell exploded, and Harry flew backwards and fell to the ground.

A look of confusion finally appeared on Voldemort's face.

"What are you doing, Cyrus? Why are you so weak?" He asked in confusion. There was even a hint of anger in his tone, as if a weak Cyrus was an insult to him.

Of course he could think so, not only because he believed that Cyrus was born from his soul, but also because Cyrus had defeated him several times and destroyed his body, forcing him to take the risk, reverse time, and take back the Horcrux.

He had prepared so much to defeat Cyrus, but this victory was not worth it.

It's too easy.

Voldemort couldn't help but ask who this Cyrus in front of him was.

But as soon as this thought came into his mind, he dismissed it.

Who else except Cyrus is qualified to stand in front of him?

Although the magic power of Cyrus in front of him was much weaker than he expected, it was still unmatched by others.

There is only one explanation -

"You have cloned yourself?" Voldemort asked.

He thought immediately of the battle in the Department of Mysteries.

Cyrus took advantage of the spell of doppelganger and hurt him by trickery. Otherwise, his elder wand would not have betrayed him at that time.

"Do you think you can use the same trick on me twice?" Voldemort asked coldly.

A little trick like that might be smart once, but a second time, it would be stupid.

"Well," Voldemort walked up to Harry with his head held high. He looked down at him with arrogance, "Don't let me look down on you, Cyrus. Let your clone come out, or I don't mind killing you right now!"

He threatened.

But Harry was very helpless.

He has the power he has now, relying on the blessing of many things. He feels that his magic power is so strong that it is unimaginable, and perhaps he will never be able to achieve it on his own in his lifetime. However, such power seems insignificant in front of Voldemort. In Voldemort's view, he is completely inferior to Cyrus.

This caused Harry to suffer a great setback.

He felt more and more that he was no match for Voldemort.

However, his gaze dimmed a little, and it didn't matter whether it was an opponent or not.

Anyway, his mission was not to defeat Voldemort, but to die - to let Voldemort kill him personally. He even felt that he should not hold the Elder Wand, nor should he rely on Cyrus's magic, so that he might die faster.

Most likely Voldemort would have killed him with just one spell.

Faster than dreaming.

So he simply closed his eyes and made a final mockery of Voldemort at the cost of his death.

"There is no such thing as a clone, Voldemort. You want to kill me even in your dreams. Why don't you do it right away?"

His strange behavior made Voldemort feel even more strange. The cowardly Dark Lord became alert. He did not believe that Cyrus would invite death. There must be some conspiracy.

"What are you playing at, Cyrus?" He took a step back without leaving a trace.

Seeing his actions, even Harry couldn't help but shake his head. At this moment, he really felt that Voldemort was extremely pathetic.

"You are such a cowardly wretch!"

But Voldemort ignored him. He turned around quickly and scanned every corner. He believed there must be some clues around him! "Come out, Cyrus." He called out to the magical clone of Cyrus who thought he existed.

At this moment, Cyrus, who was watching all this in secret, sighed helplessly. Voldemort's fear of death simply shocked him. However, this did make it difficult for him to carry out his plan. Thinking of this, he weighed the pros and cons for a moment and decided to show up.

Since Voldemort thinks he is a clone, he might as well go with the flow.

"I was going to sneak up on you, Voldemort."

Cyrus shows up, and interestingly, he also holds the Elder Wand in his hand.

Seeing this, Voldemort thought his guess was correct.

"There is no third Elder Wand in this world. Just as I thought, you are indeed a clone." He said proudly.

But Harry showed a different look on his face.

He knew better than anyone whether the Cyrus in front of him was his clone or not. He didn't understand why Cyrus himself suddenly came out, and he didn't understand where the third Elder Wand in his hand came from. But no matter what, Harry knew one thing -

Since Cyrus said that he was his clone, it would be best if he didn't reveal any flaws.

Fortunately, Voldemort had his back to him at the moment and did not see the fleeting surprise on his face.

"These boring tricks won't work, Cyrus." Voldemort sneered, and he moved his feet, changing himself from being attacked from two sides to a three-way confrontation. Although he still had to fight one against two, Voldemort was not afraid.

He was never afraid of a head-on battle. His only concern was that Cyrus and Dumbledore might set up a plan.

"Let me see if you are at your wit's end."

He sneered.

But Cyrus didn't say much to him, he just launched the attack directly.

Compared to Harry, Cyrus' strength lies not only in his magic power, but also in his magical knowledge and combat skills.

As soon as he made a move, a black snake rushed out.

(End of this chapter)