Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Grindelwald has the power of prophecy.

He saw Rabastan's death the moment he entered the forest. In fact, he wanted to kill Rodolphus at this moment.

The Death Eaters thought that the dark wizard left the tower to seek revenge against Dumbledore, but the reason why Grindelwald left Nurmengard was because of his prophecy——

Clock, darkness, curtain and death...

That was Dumbledore's gray-white body.

In order to change this future, he broke the self-imprisonment of these fifty years. Grindelwald didn't see who Dumbledore's killer was, but it's not hard to guess.

There is only one person who can kill Dumbledore, and that is Voldemort!

Grindelwald put his hands behind his back, rubbing his wand on his fingertips. His dangerous eyes stared at Rodolphus, making Rodolphus feel cold to the bone.

Of course, what concerned Rodolphus more was what Grindelwald just said.

"Rabastan?"

"What's up with him?"

Grindelwald gave her a mocking look and did not answer, but he did not attack Rodolphus either.

It is naturally not difficult to kill Rodolphus, but this guy is just a small character. Killing him will not help. Voldemort will still be resurrected, but it is Grindelwald himself. He cannot guarantee that he can continue after killing people. Make a match.

If he was convicted of a foul and disqualified from the game, the outcome of Dumbledore's death could not be changed.

"Could it be Cyrus?" Rosdolph had a bad feeling in his heart. According to what Grindelwald said, his brother Rabastan might be in danger.

He never thought that the people who killed Rabastan were two students. Rosdorf believed that Rabastan was an elite among the Death Eaters, and no one except Cyrus could kill him.

But Rosdorf ignored it. If it was Cyrus who really took action, then he and Robastan wouldn't be able to sustain even one move together.

At this moment, Rodolphus wished that Cyrus, who had been cut to pieces by a thousand cuts, was pulling the fire dragon with the chain, trampling the monster standing at the top of the chain of magical animals under his feet!

The Romanian longhorned dragon didn't dare to make a sound like a beaten wild dog. It curled up with its tail between its legs, its huge eyes only dared to open a small gap, and secretly looked at Cyrus, for fear of being choked. Les is going to eat it.

Cyrus would not eat dragon meat on the spot. Although dragon meat is a good tonic and has a certain therapeutic effect when applied to wounds, it is no different from ordinary muscle when eaten as a meal.

Most of the magical materials of magical animals can only be stimulated through magical means. Making them into potions is the best way. Otherwise, the twelve uses of dragon blood discovered by Dumbledore would not be so talked about. .

His only purpose of imprisoning the fire dragon was naturally to obtain information and clues for the second competition.

Of course, in fact, this information is not necessary for him. After all, the information exists to prepare the Warriors for the second project. But with Cyrus's strength, it makes no difference whether he is prepared or not. .

"The second game..."

Cyrus lowered his head and looked at the unknown object in his hand——

A transparent crystal sphere looked a bit like a prophecy ball, but it probably wasn't, because when Cyrus aimed his red-gold eyes at the crystal ball, the sphere was immediately filled with fog, and then, under the thick fog, Behind it, a black corridor loomed.

The place looked familiar to Cyrus.

"It seems like this should be the venue for the second game,"

He did not intend to start deciphering the contents of the crystal ball immediately, but instead pulled the chain hard like a rein. The iron lock was tightly shrunk around the fire dragon's throat, melting away the dragon's scales like a red-hot iron and merging with the flesh and blood of its neck!

The Romanian Longhorns immediately let out a wail, spread its wings, and struggled sadly.

"Quiet, you idiot!" Cyrus's eyes glowed with majesty, and he spoke like a king ordering his subjects!

The Romanian Longhorns immediately lowered its head and became quiet. It is not only unable to make a sound due to fear, but also bound by a magical power, forcing it to obey like a shackle!

After all, magic is the power to fulfill the wizard's "wish".

Cyrus's powerful magical power gave his casual words the power of "spells". Although it is not yet possible to make your wishes come true, for ordinary wizards, this is already a power that is close to that of a god.

Many geniuses are proud of being able to invent an excellent magic spell, but for Cyrus today, these are just casual words.

"Take me to find the other magical animals guarding the clues." He said softly, with a power that could not be denied in his voice.

Of course, for a fire dragon with strong magic resistance, the magical power of this "word" is actually very weak, and may even have no effect at all, but this Romanian long-horned dragon has been beaten by Cyrus After being convinced, his fragile heart made him dare not resist Cyrus's power!

The fire dragon spread its wings on the scorched ground and rushed into the air amid the flames!

The fire dragon is flying!

Its rugged back pierced the blockade of dense branches and leaves at the top of the Forbidden Forest, leading Cyrus into the dazzling sunlight!

Cyrus held the chain with one hand. He was walking on flat ground. His right foot was arched and stepped on the fire dragon's neck. His left foot stepped on the opponent's back. The other hand was holding the golden crown that looked like a king. Majestic dragon horns!

The wind blowing in the sky caused Cyrus's robe to roll back, and he was flying in the air like a dragon knight.

His eyesight was very strong, and when he looked back, he could see the boiling Quidditch pitch several kilometers away.

"so cool!"

Ron jumped up and shouted for the first time.

He only knew that Cyrus's move was too impressive. He was almost like the king of the Forbidden Forest, riding a powerful fire dragon to patrol his land!

"But the rules don't allow flying." Harry sat down next to Ron a little weakly.

After he was knocked unconscious by Cassandra, he was brought back from the Forbidden Forest by the rescue Aurors not long after. Otherwise, leaving him unconscious inside would be the same as killing him. The magical animals wandering in the forest would not let go of a food that is unable to resist.

Of course, this also means that he has lost his eligibility to compete.

But he didn't care too much, since he didn't sign up voluntarily anyway. If Harry was still imagining the scene of winning the Goblet of Fire before the Goblet of Fire selected the champion, after the Goblet of Fire spit out the names of Cyrus and Dumbledore, Harry's fantasy heart was already dead.

He knew his own worth. Not to mention compared to these two legends, he was far from the best among students in the same year as himself. Perhaps the combination of his courage, Hermione's wisdom, Ginny's strength, and Ron's humorous personality makes him more like a complete warrior.