In the dim world, it seems as if the magma that is about to cool down but still has residual heat is solidifying.

Haierbo frowned, his eyes twitched, and he had a bad feeling in his heart. But then he felt that his idea was so ridiculous.

"My strength is unmatched. How could there be anyone stronger than me?" He sneered.

That is the magic power given to him by the god of death, that is the power given to him by the god of death!

No matter how powerful Cyrus becomes, the Elder Wand will give him an incomparable improvement! To be honest, if Grindelwald and Cyrus were still separated, he might be a little worried. Because the magic of the Elder Wand is only effective on one person, his magic can only surpass the strongest one of the two.

Out of confidence in himself and in order to gain greater power, Hercule did not stop Cyrus and Grindelwald, but chose to wait.

"Let me see whether it is a butterfly or an ugly moth that emerges from the cocoon."

At this moment, the world seemed to be quiet.

The rushing clouds and lightning seemed to have lost their sound. No one knew how much time had passed - the world had lost day and night - but for Helbo, it was a long wait.

Longer than his lifespan of thousands of years.

He couldn't wait any longer.

Only by continuing to offer the souls of Cyrus and Grindelwald to the god of death can he achieve true immortality and gain a power that even time cannot erode!

What he had longed for for a thousand years was right before his eyes. The black cocoon was as tempting as a fruit that had finally ripened.

So he decided to give up waiting.

He raised his arm and could have condensed a hurricane that would have leveled a city into a gun between his palms.

When Hailbo lifted it up, even the space was distorted!

He threw it out without hesitation.

The compressed wind force pierced through the black and red cocoon like a meat grinder. In an instant, countless wind blades blasted the cocoon into pieces!

“Bang!”

It exploded like a soft tomato being smashed by a speeding train!

Hailbo looked at it carefully and frowned again.

After the cocoon was pierced, there was nothing left.

"Were they blown to pieces like this?" He found it hard to believe.

The power of this move was indeed enormous, but Cyrus and Grindelwald were not so strong that they could not resist. At least they could not be bombed to the point where not even a trace of debris was left.

He concentrated his magic power into his eyes, and his two grey eyes began to glow.

It was not until this time that he realized something was wrong.

At the center of the explosion, there was a distorted space, or in other words, there was an overlapping shadow. Just when Herbo wondered if it was Cyrus and Grindelwald, the shadow took the initiative to reveal its true appearance.

It was indeed them.

"Is that an invisibility cloak?" Helbo was surprised.

Cyrus took off the shiny silver robe. Under the robe, his eyes were bloodshot, and even his hair turned dark red. He exuded an ominous magical power.

Grindelwald seemed to have aged another hundred years. One of his eyes was cloudy, and the other eye was completely missing. How could it be missing?! Herpo obviously knew where the magic eye had gone!

He looked at Cyrus' eyes, and sure enough, in the blood-red, there was a mysterious silver glow flickering! That was Grindelwald's magic eye! But unlike Moody's artificial eye, this magic eye was not created after birth, but through magic inscriptions, it gave ordinary eyes powerful magic power.

To be honest, it is very similar to a magic experiment.

However, there is a little difference.

Grindelwald made his fortune in Northern Europe. This magic eye was not something he was born with, but something he acquired later in life.

In order to gain powerful strength, he not only searched for the Deathly Hallows, but also various other myths and legends. Muggle myths are likely to be the history that wizards have experienced.

With this in mind, Grindelwald acquired the Eye - which, in mythology, belonged to Odin, who sacrificed himself.

Of course, the power of the magic eye is not as strong as in mythology, and its inventor is not a real god. But at this moment, it can also provide some insignificant help to Cyrus.

Grindelwald had almost exhausted his magic and life, and was only lingering on with his last breath.

Cyrus looked very indifferent. He turned the invisibility cloak over and turned it into a close-fitting robe. The magic of this cloak is not limited to hiding oneself, but more importantly, it has the power of protection.

Before, Cyrus didn't have enough power to exert its full strength, but now it's different.

Cyrus looked up at Helbo. After one attack, Helbo did not continue with any other actions. He just watched, obviously afraid that Cyrus would obtain magical power beyond his expectations.

He is extremely cautious, even more so than Voldemort.

But the assassin Cyrus's attention was not on Herbo at all. He held Grindelwald, who had only a little bit of him left, in his arms, like a mummy that had dried up for a thousand years.

His face was expressionless, and at this moment all of Cyrus' emotions were used to resist the magic in his body.

The complete fusion of the two black dragons and the countless dark magic of the Dementors were too much for even his soul to bear. He had to concentrate all his attention to prevent the power from getting out of control.

What Hailbo didn't know was that this was the time when Cyrus was least distracted, and it was also Hailbo's best chance to kill Cyrus.

But he obviously missed it.

His cowardice and fear of death made him lose the chance of victory.

Now, Cyrus was holding Grindelwald and falling slowly. His feet stopped on the sea, and without him doing anything, a spiral tower rose up from under his feet, penetrating the sea.

The tower was majestic and solemn, like a holy place! He brought Grindelwald to the top of the tower and laid him flat on it.

He really didn't expect that Grindelwald would give all his magic power to Cyrus. Not only Morgana's inheritance from Voldemort, but also his 100 years of magic power! Otherwise, he wouldn't be so weak.

Even close to death!

Of course, Cyrus wouldn't let him die like that.

While Fitzgerald and Harry were talking, Ginny passed all the information about Helbo to Cyrus through the diary.

Grindelwald is one of the three immortal souls, and having already lost Dumbledore, he must not lose his soul. So Cyrus cut open his palm and let the magic of the Fountain of Life irrigate this dry body.

He woke up.

Although weak, Grindelwald survived.

He narrowed his lifeless eyes, and the shadow he saw was also blurry. He could only vaguely make out that the person in front of him was Cyrus.

"So, I can't go see Albus?" he said regretfully.

"It's not the right time yet." Cyrus said softly, "Also, there is another bad news."

Grindelwald uttered a syllable, signaling Cyrus to continue.

"You have used up all your magic power. I'm afraid you will only become a Squib from now on."

"I thought it was a big deal." Grindelwald said nonchalantly. He was very tired now, and the aging of his body was something that even the Philosopher's Stone could not resist. He let himself lie down.

Cyrus took off the invisibility cloak again and covered him with it.

It was like coaxing an old man to sleep.

Grindelwald did get some sleep.

Cyrus stood up, flew into the sky, and once again came to a place where his line of sight was parallel to Helbo's.

The pressure from Helpo was still great, and the Elder Wand seemed to increase Helpo's magic power infinitely as if there was no limit. Just when Cyrus felt that his power was unmatched, Helpo seemed to be on par with him again.

"I never thought that the cloak had the power to neutralize my attack." Helbo said, then he shook his head and looked at Cyrus as if he was looking at a fool, "But you shouldn't have given it to Grindelwald!"

"Without your cloak, what else can you do to fight me?!"

He was really angry.

Because Cyrus's action was obviously a slight to him.

Did this idiot think he could be more powerful than me without the Deathly Hallows?

That's too arrogant!

There is no meaning in increasing strength. The stronger Cyrus becomes, the stronger he will become.

Only the Deathly Hallows can counter the Deathly Hallows.

But for Cyrus, protecting Grindelwald is also an important thing. Herbo is very powerful, but Death is the ultimate enemy.

What's more, he doesn't necessarily need the protection of an invisibility cloak now.

Cyrus looked at Hailbo, huge magic power now flowing in every vein of his body.

He felt that he could change the world with just a thought.

He pulled out the snakewood wand, this ancient wand was now full of scars. It had been weathered and had suffered more damage in this battle than in the past thousand years.

But after Cyrus brushed it gently, the snakewood wand became brand new again.

It even became more powerful.

Cyrus's magic changed the nature of the snake wood, and the wand began to transform, it literally shed its skin like a snake.

If only the Elder Wand could counter the Elder Wand, wouldn't it be better to just have one more Elder Wand? The power of ancient magic could temporarily create a fake Elder Wand, and for Cyrus, his magic power at the moment was far greater than Fitzgerald's, so he didn't need to look for legends.

He just needs to become a legend! At this moment, Cyrus raised the snakewood wand high, and all the power in the world was concentrated on it, entwined around its body! Hailbo realized that something was wrong.

He was certain he was witnessing the birth of a legend.

But how is this possible? How can a mortal compare to a god?

"God, you?" Cyrus sneered, "You are nothing but a pathetic thing. A piece of trash with a dirty and cowardly soul. Even the god of death hates your soul."

"How dare you talk to me like that!" Hailbo was extremely angry.

Because Cyrus really hit home where it hurts.

Even the god of death hates his soul, which is like a pool of mud, as disgusting as a rotten corpse that has fermented for thousands of years. It is undeniable that Herpo is now powerful, but his soul is so despicable that it is not even comparable to a hair of Dumbledore.

Now, even in terms of strength, he might not be able to match Cyrus! Cyrus raised his arm slightly, and countless spiral towers rose from the abyss on the sea. In an instant, the world changed its appearance.

He stood like a god among the towering towers.

The next moment, Cyrus flipped his arm, and the sky and the earth were replaced!

In an instant, Herbo fell towards the sky under Cyrus' magic, but he reacted quickly. The Elder Wand allowed him to resist Cyrus' attack. At the same time, his counterattack followed!

It was an extremely powerful spell. The moment Helpo cast his attack, the sky and earth changed color, and even time seemed to freeze! Wherever the spell flew, the space along the way collapsed!

"boom!!!"

Cyrus didn't dodge.

But the spell failed to hit him either.

In fact, the terrible spell was blocked by an invisible barrier before it touched Cyrus.

He seemed to be standing behind a huge mirror, which blocked the spell and split into countless pieces, reflecting the beauty of the world from all angles like a kaleidoscope.

Although he left the invisibility cloak to Grindelwald, he memorized the inscription on the cloak.

Under this unparalleled magical power, he directly replicated the magic of the invisibility cloak.

Of course, this also requires the help of Grindelwald's magic eye.

These eyes also displayed a power far greater than before in Cyrus's eyes. In his eyes, everything in the world seemed no longer to be just an appearance, but to be constructed based on its essence.

The essence of the world is magic and matter!

Even things without magical powers still have traces of magic.

It can be said that in this state, Cyrus has already stood at the top of the magic world. As long as Herbo still casts magic, he can't win! As long as his existence is still material, he can't win! Cyrus' eyes emitted a silver light, and the next moment, the terrible magic engraved words around him. The ancient runes took on the shape of magical animals, representing Ilvermorny and the animals of Hogwarts, biting towards Herbo like thunder! Those ancient magics that were once engraved in the bodies of magical animals can now be directly reproduced by Cyrus.

And after Cyrus used these abilities, their power became much stronger than before!

Now, the poisonous snakes and horned water snakes symbolizing Slytherin bound Herbo's body together, the thunderbirds and Ravenclaw's ravens pecked out Herbo's eyes, and the ocelot and lion tore open his chest with their claws.

Finally, the goblin drew his bow and shot an arrow through Herbo's heart, and the Hufflepuff badger bit his throat! Herbo fell tragically into the endless ocean current.

(End of this chapter)