The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Dumbledore didn't seem to be worried about Cyrus' safety, he just walked aside quietly, took Fox, each with a phoenix, and watched the dramatic scene in front of him.

But Cyrus didn't want to bully the unarmed old man, he fumbled and threw his wand over.

"I recall that there used to be an organization that was keen on dueling, called 'Silver Spearhead', and the wands of all members were made of aspen wood." Grindelwald could say a piece of knowledge casually.

He could sense the wand's resistance because it had agreed...

"But not only black magic can defeat the enemy." Cyrus took out the alder wand, who would have thought that this second wand that recognized him would face Gellert Grindel as the first enemy fertile.

Birth is the pinnacle...perhaps among all wands, there are very few left that can fight the most powerful dark wizard in the past.

"That's the difference between me and Dumbledore...Of course, it was just once..." Gellert didn't underestimate him because of his age, "But Voldemort---is just a powerful lunatic"

The one who can be selected as the "successor" by Dumbledore is naturally a rare and outstanding wizard.

"Honestly...Albus, it's unexpected--unexpected--for you to come to see me!" He turned his head and said, and suddenly turned around, but Cyrus kept on guard, and was naturally caught The Iron Armor Curse blocked it.

"I forgive you... Gellert, I have forgiven you a long time ago" Dumbledore murmured softly, looking at Cyrus' fighting figure.

"But I can't forgive myself, I lost everyone, those who followed..."

"That's what Pure Blood did on purpose!" The golden-white runes and the energy of the Iron Armor Curse emerged from Cyrus' body, distorting it into the shape of armor, "What you did was only in their best interests! !"

Grindelwald frowned, the loyalty of the aspen wand to Cyrus in his hand was beyond his expectations, but it was within reason.

"so?"

"So overthrow all this old order!"

Cyrus held the wand in his hand, and while he was still observing what kind of new magic the 'light saber' was, he rushed forward with the force of the wind and waves, and the fiery blue lily-of-the-valley swung towards Grindelwald with the cutting spell.

However, the opponent just poked forward quickly, and the Obstacle Curse was like an invisible swamp, making Cyrus sink deeply in it.

What puzzled Cyrus was that he couldn't control the candles around him.

So he resisted Grindelwald's curse, the energy of the armor flickered, and there were some sparks where it met the attack, as if it would be broken in the next second.

"Is this the way you are recognized by Dumbledore?" Grindelwald seemed to see a child with a new toy, full of curiosity and desire to explore, "To overthrow the Ministry of Magic...the magic world...join the Muggles?"

"No, it's not mine..." The blue lightsaber drew black marks on the floor, "I'm just one of them"

It belonged to Hermione, it belonged to the Prime Minister, it belonged to the figurative objects that gathered hundreds of millions of beliefs, and it belonged to wizards such as Weasley.

"Don't use black magic at will... This is a good idea, but what needs to be reminded is--" Grindelwald stood still, and the powerful iron armor curse blocked Cyrus's straight thrusts and downward chops.

A red light emerged from the tip of the wand, which reminded Cyrus instinctively, and he said, "Have you made a sacrifice before your ideal is achieved?!"

It's Cruciatus!When the red light flashed, Cyrus only felt a twinge in his heart.

"Call God to protect you!!"

Words are weapons for wizards. Cyrus shouted the Patronus Charm full of hope and love. His voice seemed to be singing like Fox to Grindelwald and Dumbledore.

Poetry magic...his Patronus incorporates a ton of emotion, internally counteracting the pain of Cruciatus.

Interesting~ Grindelwald seldom sees wizards fight against the pain of the Cruciatus Curse in this way, almost facing negative emotions with positive emotions. Cyrus seems to have groped a lot in white magic.

'It's a pity' he could only admire so much to express his jealousy.

"It seems that you have indeed won," Grindelwald said to Dumbledore. "How many people will still love you?"

Cyrus waved his wand, and the lightning reflected blue light in his eyes, and the lightning burst from the alder wand. This was not the war magic of the black magic, but the energy of nature.

"Everyone!" he replied in Dumbledore's place.

pretty~

Even Grindelwald admired his magic. As a genius, it is not difficult for him to understand Cyrus' use of magic, and the powerful lightning shredded the Iron Armor Curse one by one.

The aspen wood of Cyrus is resisting his spellcasting, and the will of the wand is the will of the master. Even if Grindelwald strengthens the output of mana, it cannot be shaken, and he can barely release the magic.

"Enough!" Dumbledore quickly pulled out his wand, interrupting their spellcasting.

Grindelwald looked at the hem of his clothes scorched by the lightning, and threw back the wand to Cyrus. He curled his lips and said helplessly, "Well~ barely qualified... I can only say that it suits you very well"

The cell had already become a mess due to the duel between the two, the floor was full of holes, and the table was chopped in half by Cyrus.

"Why did you come to see me?"

"Because only you are suitable... go back to Durmstrang." Dumbledore muttered for a while, and finally chose this answer, "Cyrus will take you away"

In fact, he just didn't want to lose the few relatives he had, but Dumbledore didn't say it.

He just raised his wand and silently recited spells, the candles that could not be extinguished by the cold sea wind flew to the tip of the wand and extinguished one after another, and then Cyrus felt the passage of space.

Dumbledore nodded towards Cyrus, held Fox, and turned into a flame again...

"That's the fairy fire of Gublai." Grindelwald looked at the place that had been closed to him for 50 years, and even felt some nostalgia. "The eternal fire of the elves represents his attainments in white magic."

He was thinking... Now that Dumbledore has found an heir, what about his?

"Don't you want to change your clothes?" Cyrus pursed his lips, stroking the aspen wand with his fingertips that had returned to calm.

Grindelwald's clothes changed spontaneously and became a brand new windbreaker. Looking nostalgicly at the window where Dumbledore left, Cyrus, who was often eaten by melons, smelled something unusual.

"If it wasn't for Albus' request, I wouldn't have gone out." He turned his head, with a hint of arrogance and warning in his tone.

"Ah yes yes yes"

"You can Apparate, right?"

Seeing Grindelwald's arrogant and unrestrained appearance, Cyrus just stood on tiptoe, raised his hand and drew a circle in front of him, at the other end was the coast of Austria.

He tilted his head triumphantly, watching the dazed Grindelwald motion for him to go in.

"Apparition? What's that?"