Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

When Cyrus stepped into the Forbidden Forest, he was greeted by a cold and damp atmosphere.

The early morning sun didn't seem to bring warmth and light to this dark jungle. The tall and leafy trees crushed the sun and threw it into the forest. The light seemed to be frozen and trapped in the narrow space. Seems so powerless.

But it's also like a spear piercing the darkness.

The Forbidden Forest is still the same.

Cyrus stepped on a moist and thick layer of dead leaves. The soles of his feet were slippery, but it had no effect on him. With his ability, it only takes a split second to reach the finish line from the starting point. However, the competition is not just about who gets there first and who gets a higher score. The performance along the way and the information obtained will become the criteria for the judges' scoring.

For ordinary contestants, it is already difficult to successfully reach the finish line. But for Cyrus, he has to do it beautifully. The end point has never been his goal.

Therefore, as soon as he entered the forest, before he went too far, he stopped, as if waiting for someone.

Quidditch pitch.

Sellers' unusual performance immediately caught the attention of everyone watching the event.

"He stopped!" Lee Jordan carried forward his usual Quidditch commentary style, shouting loudly even without a microphone.

"What do you think he is doing?" Hermione stared at the screen hard and asked without looking back.

Ginny also shook her head in confusion.

Ron, on the other hand, had a ridiculous idea come to his mind. He couldn't help but pull his lips to the side, with surprise on his face: "He's not waiting for Dumbledore or Grindelwald, is he?"

"Fighting against Dumbledore? He has no chance!" Hagrid replied with his loud voice. His voice attracted the attention of many young wizards around him, but Hagrid's confidence was soon shaken.

"Wait a minute, Dumbledore is the person that You-Know-Who is most afraid of, but Cyrus has also defeated You-Know-Who. It's hard to say how strong the two of them are!" His face looked a little ugly, and he started to feel sorry for Dumbledore. Become worried.

The handsome headmaster of Ilvermorny planned to compete with Dumbledore.

The news spread by word of mouth almost instantly. Before Dumbledore even set off, it had already reached the ears of every little wizard in the stands.

Cornelius Fudge, who came from the Ministry of Magic to watch the game, was shocked by the news. He never imagined that anyone would be stupid enough to challenge either Dumbledore or Grindelwald!

You know, although his wings are a bit hard now and he is eager to escape from Dumbledore's control, this is based on the premise that he has a sufficient understanding of Dumbledore's character. He knows that Dumbledore I won't really attack him.

As for confronting Dumbledore?

He doubted that all the wizards in the Ministry of Magic could harm each other at all.

"It's really crazy." His neck was almost invisible under his fat head, but he still shook his head smoothly.

"I think he wants revenge." Umbridge said sweetly, "Isn't this man the criminal who was subdued by Dumbledore before? It seems that he still doesn't understand the difference between himself and the strongest wizard. Where."

Although the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore are now somewhat distant from each other, in any case, Dumbledore still represents the face of the British wizarding community at this moment. Umbridge and Fudge both naturally regarded Dumbledore as one of their own - even as a wizard under the name of the Ministry of Magic.

"I bet thirty Galleons that it will take less than five minutes for Dumbledore to deal with this kid." Ludo Bagman laughed excitedly, "This is still under the circumstances of Dumbledore's love for a young man. .”

"Is that what you think?" Arthur Weasley, who was sitting next to him, asked with a raised eyebrow.

Although he was more willing to believe that Dumbledore was stronger, his daughter happened to be Cyrus's little crush. Thanks to her, Arthur clearly knew what Cyrus was capable of.

"Thirty Galleons, do you want a bet, Ludo?" Arthur said with a smile, "I don't think Dumbledore will win for at least half an hour."

Molly stabbed Arthur in the waist angrily, and angrily whispered in his ear: "What are you doing? Our family can't even afford a galleon! What's more, Bagman is a man who doesn't keep his word. Yes, have you forgotten how much he lost in the Quidditch World Cup? He ended up using those fake things to pay off his debts!"

Molly's words did make Arthur hesitate.

To be honest, Ludo's credit is really not very good. If it weren't for the participation of him as the director of the Sports Department in organizing this competition, I'm afraid he would still be chased by debt collectors.

But this time, Ludo may have felt that he had a chance to win, so he actually took out thirty Galleons and placed them in front of Arthur and Molly. To be honest, except for the time when she and Harry went to Gringotts to withdraw money, Molly had not seen so many gold galleons for a long time.

"Then come! Thirty, you bet that within half an hour, Dumbledore or Grindelwald can't beat that Cyrus, right? Otherwise, I will win!" Ludo cunningly relaxed his winning conditions, He felt that five minutes might not be safe, but half an hour was absolutely foolproof.

Someone was rushing to send money, and now even Molly couldn't say anything against it. She just emphasized that Arthur must not tell the children about this, lest they follow suit, like Ludo Bagman is also addicted to gambling.

"Okay, fine, I'll be your witness." Fudge jumped out and looked at Arthur with his fat eyes, "Arthur, you look like you've lost."

Ludo also shouted immediately, and Dumbledore on the court began to walk towards the Forbidden Forest: "Look, Dumbledore is starting to enter the forest."

Dumbledore's twice-bent nose looks particularly conspicuous and unique on the screen.

The moment Dumbledore stepped into the Forbidden Forest, Cyrus, who was standing motionless with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

He seemed to have his eyes closed, but in fact he had been casting a super-sensory spell, and his brain was constantly emitting fluctuations like a radar.

"Over here, Dumbledore."

Just as those people thought, Cyrus was waiting for Dumbledore, but he was not in a hurry to compete with Dumbledore holding the Elder Wand, he just wanted to find out first.

He found the direction in which Dumbledore entered the Forbidden Forest. It was a bit far, but it was not difficult for him.

Cyrus directly cast the flying spell. Although the rules stated that he could not fly, he stayed close to the ground like a running whirlwind, which was not a violation.

Before Dumbledore could adapt to the cold and humid air in the Forbidden Forest, Cyrus had already crossed half a mile and appeared in front of Dumbledore in a burst of clouds.

He did not choose a sneak attack, but appeared majestically. The dark green snake swam down from his wrist and turned into a wand in his hand. Dumbledore was not surprised when the Elder Wand fell into his hand.

The two of them stood in the jungle shrouded in morning mist, and the frozen beams of sunlight around them seemed to have become the fences erected in the arena.

"You know, this reminds me of the battle we had at the Shrieking Shack not long ago." Dumbledore said with a smile, "It was actually not that long ago, but everything is completely different. Older people always It’s easy to be abandoned by time, what do you think?”