Cyrus tried to figure out Dumbledore's mentality, and he seemed to be extremely confident at the moment. But it was no wonder, because Cyrus's magic power was about the same as Voldemort's when he just graduated, and it was far inferior to Dumbledore who had the Elder Wand.

This old man must have seen through my own strength the moment they started fighting.

Now, taking advantage of Dumbledore's confidence might be his only chance of escaping.

He simply stopped attacking, his hands dropped down, which made Dumbledore raise an eyebrow: "What tricks are you trying to play, Tom?"

His tone was very frivolous, and the atmosphere between the two was not as tense as before. It was as if he was not facing an enemy who was determined to kill each other, but a naughty yet naive and ignorant bad student.

Cyrus took out the Marauder's Map and rubbed his fingers over the empty parchment. "This is indeed a very powerful magic item, isn't it?"

"I solemnly swear that I will do no good."

He picked up the wand and tapped the parchment lightly. Immediately, numerous words and pictures appeared on the parchment.

Dumbledore was attracted by his actions, his beautiful blue eyes fixed on the Marauder's Map. He probably knew what the other party was worried about.

"So, sometimes we have to admit that young people always have more wonderful ideas and can do things that we can't do," he said with a smile.

"But I have a question -" Cyrus looked directly at Dumbledore, "How did you manage to appear in the headmaster's office and in front of me?"

"It's easy, Tom. It only requires a little help." Dumbledore calmly took out a golden pendant from his robe. It was a ring-shaped object with a small hourglass in the middle.

——Time converter!

Now the truth is out.

Dumbledore used a time-turner, so he could be in two places at the same time. As for how he knew exactly which secret passage he would choose to leave from, it was probably not accidental. Dumbledore had the time and energy to try them one by one.

No matter which secret passage Cyrus takes tonight, this shrewd old man will appear in front of him.

Cyrus suddenly felt a little desperate.

How can people play with this? His current body is indeed very talented. Perhaps Dumbledore is being modest, but he does admit that Voldemort's power is above his own, and he also believes that Tom Riddle is the most talented student in the history of Hogwarts.

But Cyrus is not Voldemort. He does have talent, but he doesn't have time.

And what about his opponent?

Dumbledore, the greatest wizard in the world; possesses the invincible Elder Wand; controls the right time and place, with the enemy's spies everywhere; and now holds the Time Turner.

The strongest panel, the most sophisticated operation and unrivaled divine equipment.

Cyrus didn't know what he could use to compete with Dumbledore.

But he quickly calmed down.

He glanced at Dumbledore's feet, where a small snake as thick as a finger was approaching Dumbledore. It was the basilisk.

This might be Cyrus' last chance. Even if it was Dumbledore, as long as he was still a human, he would not be able to resist the magic of the basilisk.

The tiny serpent monster suddenly grew larger, expanding to fill the entire room!

It didn't waste a single second. The moment it regained its original form, its two eyes, which were larger than the moon above its head, were already looking at Dumbledore! The huge body of the basilisk suddenly blocked the line of sight between Cyrus and Dumbledore. Cyrus cast a flying spell without hesitation, and turned into a wisp of thick black smoke and flew into the sky.

He didn't care at all whether the basilisk had any effect on Dumbledore. In fact, when the basilisk appeared, Cyrus had already made the decision to sacrifice it. As long as it could delay a little time, it would have played a role.

The moment Dumbledore saw the basilisk, he was also extremely surprised. He thought that "Tom" would leave the basilisk to deal with Harry, but he did not expect that he would take the basilisk away with him.

In this way, all the preparations he left for Harry - the phoenix, the sorting hat... would be useless.

Thinking of this, he immediately closed his eyes and called out to the Phoenix in his mind. A scorching flame suddenly bloomed in front of the basilisk like a firework!

The phoenix's sharp claws emerged from the flames and mercilessly blinded the basilisk's eyes!

At the same time, Dumbledore extended his right hand holding the Elder Wand, and held his left hand in the air, and his magic controlled Cyrus' body in the air. A simple levitation spell, under his superb magic power, became the silk thread that trapped the kite.

He grabbed Cyrus back from the sky with one hand.

Before Cyrus could fall to the ground in a mess, Dumbledore immediately cast a Binding Spell.

Then, he conjured a rooster out of mud, and the rooster immediately crowed in shock, which made the blind basilisk go completely crazy. Its body was festering, and the flesh and blood in its body seemed to be melting, turning into some kind of foul-smelling poisonous thick water.

However, its skeleton and snake skin were preserved intact.

Green scales with colorful luster hung loosely on the winding snake bones, and disgusting thick water flowed from its empty eye sockets.

Dumbledore avoided the foul smell and slowly walked in front of Cyrus.

"To be honest, Tom, you surprised me a little tonight. I thought your strength would be stronger, but it seems that you have only recovered to the level of your school days." As he spoke, he took out a diary and a crown from Cyrus' arms.

Judging from today's fight, Cyrus' strength is at best at the level of the Hogwarts Dean, and may be comparable to Snape who casts dark magic at will. Of course, there are not many wizards who can reach this level, but compared with the strength of the Dark Lord more than a decade ago, it is not worth mentioning.

At least it didn't take much effort for Dumbledore to subdue him.

Cyrus was not worried or nervous at all now. Losing was normal. After all, his opponent was Dumbledore, the only person the Dark Lord feared.

"If possible, I hope you don't call me Tom. Actually, I'm not Tom Riddle." Although he couldn't move, Cyrus still smiled. "You can call me Cyrus."

He didn't expect Dumbledore to believe that he was not Riddle himself, but he had finally been resurrected and gained a new life, so how could he be willing to live under someone else's name?

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