It was like a real dream, which could last only a second or the entire night.

Fortunately, he and Harry are still alive, which means that Voldemort's magic may not have recovered yet.

Cyrus raised his head and looked for the location of Voldemort. There was no change from not long ago, except that Nagini was now entrenched beside him, as vigilant as if she was guarding her master.

Then, Harry woke up.

Apparently he made it to the Hogwarts Express in time.

But Cyrus did not greet him, because almost at the same time Harry woke up, Voldemort's rag doll-like body regained consciousness.

He lay on the ground, his limbs and body twisted in an uncoordinated manner, his handsome but evil face pressed against the ground like a snake.

"You are so stupid Cyrus." He immediately laughed at Cyrus as soon as he woke up.

"Is this your plan?" he asked. "To hide back like a coward and risk poor, pathetic Harry Potter just to destroy that one soul fragment?"

Voldemort's expression at this moment was as disdainful as if he knew of a child's naive and ridiculous plan.

"But the plan worked," said Cyrus.

At the same time, Cyrus was also wondering how Voldemort suddenly knew about this matter? You know, Harry hasn't turned back to his original appearance yet!

Perhaps, because of the integrity of his soul now, he was able to perceive everything that happened to the last Horcrux before it died. In other words, at that time in Harry's soul world, this guy was actually spying through that soul.

Cyrus destroyed it with ruthless action at the time, and Voldemort theoretically had no idea what happened next.

So he could only guess, thinking that Cyrus's plan was just to destroy his last Horcrux and make him lose his immortality.

Sure enough, when Voldemort heard Cyrus say that he had succeeded, a mocking expression immediately appeared on his face, as if he had heard a frog living at the bottom of a well bragging about himself without any knowledge of the world.

"I didn't know that destroying something I no longer care about could be considered a success." He got up from the ground and said sarcastically.

He thought that Cyrus and Dumbledore had gone to such great lengths to destroy one of his Horcruxes, but in fact, the Horcrux was no longer important to him now.

But it's quite interesting to watch Cyrus perform like this.

At this time, Voldemort felt that the accident more than ten years ago did not seem so useless.

"You destroyed a Horcrux, but what good did it do?" He savored his victory, hoping to see the despair on Cyrus's face at the futility of his efforts.

"My magic power is still as strong as ever, it hasn't weakened at all!"

"If you really wanted to kill me, you should have done it when I was still asleep. It's a pity that you missed the chance just to save him!" Voldemort suddenly pointed his finger at Harry, which made Harry feel a little uncomfortable. "Save a piece of trash!"

At the same time, he was also thinking about what Voldemort was saying at this moment.

Did Cyrus miss the chance to kill Voldemort in order to bring himself back from the brink of death?

He looked at Cyrus. If this was true, Harry couldn't accept it. He didn't think his life was more important than killing Voldemort.

If Cyrus had saved him, there would only be one more child without a father or a mother in the world. But if Voldemort had been killed, who knows how many innocent people would not have been hurt, and how many people who had lost their loved ones would have been comforted...

If his own life and Voldemort's life were placed on both ends of the scale, Harry would rather die than let Voldemort be doomed! In fact, he did so.

Because he cares about others more than himself.

"Cyrus, you shouldn't have saved me..." Harry said sadly, "My life is not important... I..."

Cyrus interrupted him: "We are not exchanging lives, Harry."

"Besides, we all think that your life is much more precious than Voldemort's. Warm, honest, kind and upright, selfless and great. Even I can't compare to you," he said.

Harry blushed immediately.

He wanted to say something, but Cyrus had already walked up to him.

He raised his hand and the huge amount of magic power in Harry's body was immediately picked out by him, like peeling off silk threads, and returned to Cyrus' body.

Harry suddenly felt extremely weak, as if all the bones in his body had been pulled out. He could not even support his own body. He staggered and almost fell, but was fortunately supported by Cyrus.

Even though this power did not originally belong to him, he still felt a sense of loss when he lost it after having it.

Cyrus said again: "Okay, you can leave this to me, you can leave now."

"But you're alone..." Harry closed his mouth before he could finish his words.

Cyrus, who had regained all his power, was so powerful that he had forgotten how to speak.

Harry then realized that because of his face-to-face encounters with Voldemort, he seemed to be intimidated by this terrible wizard. He felt that Voldemort was so powerful that he was invincible!

But he forgot that Cyrus was the one who had truly defeated Voldemort! He suddenly remembered the prophecy: someone who had the power to defeat the Dark Lord was approaching... born in a family that had resisted him three times, born at the end of July...

But at this moment Harry suddenly realized that resisting Voldemort three times seemed to be nothing great.

He looked at Cyrus' back. The handsome wizard was wearing a loose dark green robe. His sleeves fluttered in the cold wind. The golden highlights on his forehead fluttered in unruly patterns. He looked tough and stubborn!

That ray of gold easily reminded Harry of sunlight! To him, it was warm and bright, but to Voldemort, it was blinding and scorching!

Harry suddenly had unprecedented confidence in Cyrus, believing that Cyrus would defeat Voldemort once again! And this time, this cunning snake would not have another chance to shed its skin -

Of course, Voldemort thought otherwise.

"You think you can win?" He looked at Cyrus and Harry, mainly Cyrus. "I have the same power as you, maybe even more, and I also have the Elder Wand -"

When he said this, Voldemort paused, as if to confirm whether the old wand in his hand still obeyed his command.

This time the Elder Wand did not let him down.

He became even more proud, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be cracked all the way to his ears.

"What do you have?" he asked loudly.

"He also has the Elder Wand!" Harry immediately shouted back at Voldemort.

Voldemort didn't want to pay attention to the words of a small character who was not in his eyes, but since the person in front of him was Harry Potter, he still took the line. He used a very frivolous tone and even raised his eyebrows.

"Do you have any?"

"What did you say? Of course we..." Harry was confused by what he said and immediately took out the Elder Wand to refute.

But as soon as the Elder Wand was raised, Harry sensed something was wrong.

His old wand had lost its power and turned dull, as if it was just a dry branch that had been picked up from anywhere for a thousand years.

Of course, it's not that exaggerated in reality.

It was still a fine wand, but it had lost the immense power it had possessed not long ago.

"You forget, Harry," Voldemort tilted his head and kindly reminded him, "I defeated you."

Harry then remembered that Voldemort's spell had actually hit him, solidly and accurately in the chest.

What made him even more sad was that the current situation was caused by him being hit by Voldemort.

If anything happened to Cyrus today, Harry would think he was to blame.

"Have you forgotten that I have a third Elder Wand?" Cyrus picked up the Elder Wand he had used before, and the wand seemed to be glowing.

It obviously has enormous powers! But Voldemort doesn't seem to care.

“Although I don’t know where you found the third Elder Wand, it can’t be real!” Voldemort hit the nail on the head.

After he was resurrected, he was worried that someone would follow in his footsteps and travel through time to find a way to defeat him, so he destroyed the core of the Time Hall during the battle.

Perhaps there are still some time converters scattered around in this world, but it is impossible to travel through time and change the established history like he did.

It is because of this that Voldemort was certain that there could not be a third Elder Wand in the world.

In fact, he guessed correctly.

The third Elder Wand that Cyrus had taken out before was actually the illusory Elder Wand from Fitzgerald's trial. It had great power and was drawn by Fitzgerald based on the real Elder Wand.

So it's actually difficult to sustain a high-intensity duel.

Cyrus did not refute Voldemort's words, but simply held his wand in front of him, like a brave warrior swearing a victory oath to his sword.

Harry's heart sank.

Harry could not imagine anything worse than Voldemort gaining control of two Elder Wands.

But soon, something worse happened.

Just as Voldemort was about to use the wand to fight Cyrus in the final duel, a row of golden footprints spread in from outside the Chamber of Secrets. Harry thought the footprints were circling at first, but slowly he found that they circled and finally overlapped with his soles, and he realized that it was a human footprint spell.

Someone is coming.

They all stopped what they were doing at the same time.

In this case, the only people who would come here would be Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

And, who is that person may be the key to this battle.

Harry's heart was in his throat, and even Voldemort became nervous.

Only Cyrus remained as calm as usual.

This was not surprising at all, as he already knew who it was.

——Gellert Grindelwald!

When the old man with short white hair and a windbreaker stepped into the door of the Chamber of Secrets that was melted by flames, Harry's heart finally died.

"Hahaha, you're here, Grindelwald." Voldemort said in an excited tone.

But Cyrus could feel the coldness hidden behind his false excitement.

"How could you possibly defeat Dumbledore?" Harry looked at Grindelwald in disbelief, his voice trembling, his hands and feet numb and cold.

Little did he know that Grindelwald was only part of the plan.

Harry only knew that Grindelwald's appearance symbolized the failure of Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of the 20th century, and also represented that the balance of power between Cyrus and Voldemort was completely broken at this moment. Now the scales have completely tilted! As soon as Grindelwald entered the scene, he immediately scanned every detail of the scene with his arrogant eyes.

He kept moving forward, approaching Cyrus and Harry, who seemed to have forgotten to stop him and remained motionless.

Of course, if we say that we don’t want to act rashly, the term “not wanting to act rashly” would be more appropriate.

"You look a little dishevelled, Voldemort," Grindelwald said.

He had walked to Voldemort's side, and now he was only a few steps away from the powerful Dark Lord. Nagini made a vigilant and threatening gesture towards Grindelwald like a loyal servant, but was pushed back by Voldemort.

"Don't be nervous, Nagini." Voldemort whispered to her.

He seemed to truly trust Grindelwald.

But it’s no wonder.

He and Grindelwald made an unbreakable vow not to fight each other in this game.

Unfortunately, any oath has loopholes.

Grindelwald, who watched the blood alliance fall apart, knew this better than anyone else.

He glanced at the Elder Wand in Voldemort's hand without leaving a trace, and wondered in his mind what his chances of success would be if he tried to snatch the Elder Wand now.

At this time, little Barty, who was watching this scene on the Quidditch field, was already extremely anxious.

"fraud!"

"traitor!"

He cursed loudly on the platform. At this moment, Barty Jr. no longer cared about his image. He really wanted to rush to his master immediately and tear off Grindelwald's hypocritical makeup! Unfortunately, all the Death Eaters had been surrounded.

Anyone who makes the slightest movement will be immediately attacked by all the Aurors!

Little Batty knew clearly that it was impossible for him to break through, and he could only look at everyone with resentment.

He was so angry that he almost bit his teeth off! However, as he watched Grindelwald approach Voldemort, he gradually became disheartened.

"You're doomed, little Barty!" Bella laughed wildly, like a mad bat, "After all, my master is smarter!"

Grindelwald now only had to reach out and grab the wand in Voldemort's hand.

However, at this moment, something unexpected happened again——

"Stay there, Grindelwald."

A low and slow voice floated out of the darkness.

This voice attracted everyone's attention, even Cyrus showed a surprised expression on his face. He looked into the darkness, where it seemed as if there was a soul floating, wandering back and forth...

He came closer.

It's Snape.

This poor man held his wand like a gun and pressed it against Grindelwald's lower back.

"Don't move, Grindelwald, stay away from the Dark Lord, or you will die!"

He said numbly.

(End of this chapter)