Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

The accusation ended in vain with Dumbledore's resolution.

Perhaps those at the Ministry of Magic regarded Cyrus as a soft persimmon at first, because both Fudge and Umbridge had seen Cyrus being caught by Dumbledore, and they thought it would not go away. In a year or two, this result has not changed.

But in fact, Cyrus may be above Dumbledore in terms of magical power now, and the only trouble is the Elder Wand.

He had never fought with this wand at full strength, but when Harry became the master of this wand, even Voldemort lost.

The only thing Cyrus is worried about is whether the legendary invincible Elder Wand will have the power of death, which can make anyone it recognizes as its owner invincible when holding it in battle.

But no matter what, Cyrus today is different from before. At that time, he was thinking about how to escape when facing Dumbledore, but now he is completely sure to defeat him!

"What a boring farce." Grindelwald was tired of the Ministry of Magic's face. He had seen many stupid magical regimes, but it was very rare in this world to be as stupid as the British Ministry of Magic.

He could only blame it on Dumbledore protecting these fools too well.

So much so that these brainless things actually thought they could use worldly power to imprison a demon king. To be honest, for people like Cyrus and him to be willing to abide by the rules of the game or the law, it is already a kind of kindness in itself.

As long as they wanted to, they could conquer the British magical world in one day.

He yawned and looked at Cyrus and Dumbledore looking at each other unhappily. Although he knew that Cyrus liked a girl, even if she wasn't, she couldn't be an old man over a hundred years old. Dumbledore's loose bones couldn't withstand the torment of young people.

But he just wasn't happy.

The two white eyebrows jumped restlessly. He tilted his head and looked at Dumbledore: "When will we have dinner, Dumbledore?"

"It's already dark and the weather is cold now. Don't ask me, an old man over a hundred years old, to stand in the cold wind and suffer from the cold, okay?"

Dumbledore glanced at him, or rather, everyone looked at Grindelwald.

Fudge was even a little grateful at this moment to Grindelwald for breaking the deadlock so that he wouldn't be too embarrassed. But Dumbledore's gaze is the most profound and complex.

"You can go now, Mr. Grindelwald." He couldn't tell the emotion, and his voice revealed deliberate alienation. "Everyone, please go back to the auditorium. Severus, you send Umbridge to school." Hospital."

"I?"

Snape, who was standing far away like a bat hidden in the darkness, was stunned for a moment. He looked at Umbridge who was lying on the ground, with undisguised disgust on his face.

Although he looks like a big bat, he is not a real bat and has no interest in toads.

"You can help Madam Pomfrey prepare some potions so that she can recover faster." Dumbledore did not give Snape a chance to refuse and led the others towards the auditorium.

Under the darkness of the Quidditch pitch, only Snape and a gorgeous ugly toad were left.

People from the Ministry of Magic did not attend the dinner. What happened just now, they didn't have much face to stay. The other person who did not attend the dinner was everyone from Beauxbatons, which everyone can understand.

After all, who can happily sit with them after their death?

At the dinner, the impact of Cassandra's brutal killing of two Death Eaters was already obvious. Wherever she passed, all the little wizards couldn't help but give way. Even the place where he was sitting at the Slytherin table was vacant.

She originally attracted a lot of attention because of her beauty, but now no one dares to look directly at her. Everyone is afraid that she will suddenly pick up the wand and cast a spell on herself.

You may get hurt if you conflict with others, but if you offend this person, you will be forgiven directly and asked if you are afraid?

Cassandra didn't care about this at all. On the contrary, she enjoyed the fearful looks from others. Her triumphant attitude made both Ginny and Hermione a little unhappy.

"She's so cool!" Ron said with admiration, "If it were me, I probably wouldn't know how to stay at Hogwarts."

He also dreams of becoming someone who attracts the attention of the world, but forget about being the center of attention like Cassandra. The strange looks from others will defeat him.

At the dinner, Harry was a little distracted.

He turned his head and glanced at Cedric, who was being cheered and loved by the little badgers at the Hufflepuff table, hesitated, and then walked over.

"Cedric." He called, and a boy sitting next to Cedric was stunned for a moment and made room for Harry, so that the diminutive Harry could squeeze in.

"Sorry, I was eliminated a little early." Harry said apologetically, "I originally said I would go through the level with you."

"Don't worry, Harry, you were eliminated by Cassandra Warley, and I heard about her," Cedric said while looking at the Slytherin table with a dangerous look. The blond beauty sitting alone couldn't help but feel frightened in her heart, "Fortunately she didn't kill you, I would have fallen for it."

Cassandra turned around as if aware, and looked at Cedric. Cedric did not immediately retract his gaze in fear, but calmly looked away.

"To be honest, we thought it was too easy at first to think about other schools' competitions." Cedric said to Harry.

Harry deeply agrees with this. When he first heard about the Tournament, he thought it was just an ordinary school exchange game, but then Cyrus appeared, Grindelwald appeared, and the three strongest wizards Joined the game directly...

Then came the Death Eaters...

I also know that there must be many conspiracies and tricks in this.

Harry watched Voldemort exist in various forms - Quirrell in the first grade, Cyrus who was mistaken for Voldemort in the second grade, Voldemort took over the body of a goblin in the third grade and then emerged from it. Returning from his father's bones...

Although Voldemort has been defeated time and time again, he cannot be killed. Who knows what form he will use to come back this time?

"And it's not like you didn't help at all." Cedric said, he patted Harry on the shoulder, his face was particularly rosy, "The centaur in the Forbidden Forest, his name is Firenze, and he asked me who I am. I don’t know you!”

Hearing this, Harry grinned.

Then, he took out the magic gun.

"This is for you," Harry said. "We're running out of bullets, but you can build it yourself, so that's no problem. I hope it can help with the second project, or should you just give up?"

In fact, Harry really wanted Cedric to give up the game.

Now, apart from the three Cyruss, there are only three students who have entered the second project - Cedric, Fleur and the most terrifying female devil, Cassandra.