Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Voldemort looked at the most powerful wand in his hand, with anger and unwillingness in his eyes.

"I haven't lost yet! Do you dare to give up on me and choose him?!"

He growled angrily, completely refusing to admit the fact that he had failed.

In fact, this is indeed the case. Although Voldemort was a little injured due to Cyrus's blindness, holding the Resurrection Stone and now inhuman, this injury is actually nothing. He only needs a few breaths. You can get back on your feet!

The premise is that the Elder Wand is still willing to obey his orders.

But now, this wand actually betrayed at this time!

He couldn't accept this result. Now his magic power was obviously more powerful. Shouldn't the Elder Wand surrender to the hands of the strong? !

I have made so many preparations, and even Grindelwald held back Dumbledore. Apart from today, I am afraid there will never be such a good opportunity to kill Cyrus!

But now, he knew there was nothing he could do.

If what he was holding was just an ordinary wand, Voldemort would have thought of continuing to fight, but what happened was that he was holding the Elder Wand. And this wand now chose Cyrus.

Voldemort knew very well that no one could ever harm Cyrus with this wand again.

But even so, Voldemort was unwilling to give up the Elder Wand just like that. Even if it couldn't be used by him, at least he couldn't let it fall into the hands of Cyrus. What's more, if he seizes the opportunity, he may not be able to regain the ownership of the wand.

So he coldly withdrew his wand, and a thick black fog enveloped him.

"That's it for today, Cyrus, the annoying Aurors are coming." Voldemort did not show his weakness, although the Elder Wand at this moment had turned into an ordinary wand in his hand. An ordinary wand, but as long as he wanted to leave, Cyrus would still have trouble keeping him.

Having already rushed out of the Ministry of Magic, one of the two black dragons fighting each other in the sky of London suddenly turned into a quagmire, disappearing like turbid sewage under the gaze of tens of thousands of Muggles.

The other giant dragon lost its target, hovered in the air for a while, and then dived back hundreds of meters deep underground, returning to Cyrus's body, and the two Cyrus merged into one.

The battle here is over, and Dumbledore and Grindelwald also stopped.

The two of them stood separately in the flames. The red and blue colors were so distinct that it was difficult to blend.

When Cyrus left the Death Hall and came to them, he saw the power of time slowly fading away from their bodies, and their hair turned pale again. They looked at each other through the flames, as if they were experiencing it in an instant. For a hundred years, I watched how the other person aged.

Grindelwald's eyes were a little moist, but he seemed relieved, and he put down his wand first.

Seeing this, Dumbledore also slowly stopped.

The next moment, hundreds of firecracker-like sounds were heard in the surrounding air.

A large number of Aurors rushed out in panic.

Lame Scrimgeour walked in front, his face as blue as a slab.

"Dumbledore, where is You-Know-Who?"

"Already escaped." Naturally, it was Cyrus who answered him.

Hearing this, Scrimgeour seemed to want to say something else, but Fudge had already pushed away the crowd and ran out quickly. The features of his entire face were twisted together, like a fat pig weighing more than 600 kilograms.

"The Ministry of Magic is destroyed!"

When he screamed, he was as shrill as a slaughtered pig.

"I'm really crazy to allow you to use the Ministry of Magic as a competition venue -" He didn't dare to look at Cyrus and Grindelwald, but he had the guts to point at Dumbledore's head and scold him, "Dumbledore, look at this What has become of the Ministry of Magic?"

He raised his head, and the sun in the London sky fell straight into this huge pit.

"Cornelly, the most important thing now is Voldemort——"

"Don't mention that name!" Fudge yelled, "There is no You-Know-Who at all!" His little eyes widened, "Don't think I don't know! You-Know-Who is your excuse to bring it out! I But I didn’t see a single hair of the mysterious man!”

"Look what you have done!"

"Blow up the magic! Destroyed so many unexamined magics in the Department of Mysteries, and not even a grain of sand is left in the Hall of Time! And this -" He pointed hard at the hollow Above the head, "Two black dragons are fighting in the sky of London. Do you think those Muggles are blind?! Do you know how many people witnessed this battle?!"

Fudge was still pointing at Dumbledore's head. Cyrus had seen Grindelwald's expression becoming increasingly angry, but he refrained from taking action.

"Do you know how many dementors and other magical creatures that were originally used as checkpoints at the Ministry of Magic escaped and were sighted?!

"This is simply a disaster! How do you want me to face the International Federation of Wizards——"

"Excuse me," Dumbledore finally interrupted, "I am the chief wizard of the International Confederation of Wizards. Besides, the vice-president is also here!"

Dumbledore looked at Babajide.

The old wizard understood immediately, walked out of the crowd, and said softly: "Don't worry, Mr. Fudge, the International Federation of Wizards will help deal with this accident. In addition, Mr. Newt Scamander brought With the magic of the winged devils, they can make Muggles forget all this."

Now that the words have come to this point, Fudge naturally can't say anything more.

Throughout the entire process, Cyrus just watched the show with a sneer.

Fudge didn't dare to point the finger at himself, but he dared to get angry at Dumbledore. Because Cyrus and Grindelwald will not tolerate his rudeness, it seems that good people deserve to be pointed at a gun.

As for Voldemort, Dumbledore tried to emphasize to Fudge several times that the other party was back, but Fudge always put him off.

Cyrus didn't understand whether he really felt that so many people were deceiving him, or whether he just wanted to be an ostrich and deceived himself.

These are not his main concerns.

Now, what Cyrus wants to deal with most is not even Voldemort, but Grindelwald.

If this old guy hadn't rebelled on the spot, maybe the three of them, no, even just one more Dumbledore, could have killed Voldemort again. But it was because Grindelwald disrupted the situation that they missed the opportunity.

Not only Cyrus, but also Dumbledore was angry about this.

The relationship between the two of them had finally eased after the Christmas party, but now it had dropped to freezing point again.

"Albus, things have actually reached this point, the third game..." Babajid asked with some concern.

He saw the duel between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and was willing to believe that Voldemort had returned. Although the latter did not cause an uproar in the world like Grindelwald, he was an enemy that Dumbledore could not defeat, no matter how strong he was. Needless to say, of course.

There are two demon kings here, and there is also Cyrus of Ilvermorny, which is confusing. Babajid is a little worried about Dumbledore.