Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort - Chapter 209

c209 Cyrus: I’m standing here and I won’t let my

Chapter 209 Cyrus: If I stand here, I will not let my students be wronged

Cyrus stood in the center of the Quidditch pitch. Under the golden sunlight, he looked as majestic as a victorious general.

More than a thousand people cheered him in unison.

In fact, Cyrus is very popular among the young wizards at Hogwarts. Although he caused the secret room attack case, he did not cause many real injuries in the end. In addition, he saved Harry several times and participated in the At a school year party, the little wizards were not particularly unfamiliar with him.

And Harry often publicized some of Cyrus’ deeds. Although most people listened to those things as a story, no one wanted to believe that the Dark Lord had really been resurrected, but this also won Cyrus a lot of praise. Popularity.

Of course, there are naturally some people who are unhappy about this.

Umbridge, who had been humiliated by Bella in the stands, was very disgusted with Cyrus. Cyrus’s handsome face was a bit dazzling to her. He was just a criminal who escaped from the Ministry of Magic prison. , he should look uglier!

There was also Barty Crouch Jr., whose cold eyes rested on Cyrus from a distance. Two Death Eaters were killed, and they were both the Dark Lord’s capable men. To say that he was not angry in his heart That is impossible. However, he did not attack immediately, but was prepared to wait quietly for the game to end.

The wait lasted from noon to evening, during which time Cyrus leisurely went to the auditorium to have lunch.

It wasn’t until the moment when the outline of the sun completely matched the horizon that the last warrior who passed the test reached the end of the Forbidden Forest and returned to Hogwarts.

The last warrior is, not surprisingly, Dumbledore.

This old man seemed to start walking in the early morning and didn’t come home until night.

In fact, apart from Cyrus, Dumbledore and Grindelwald, there were not many warriors left. Cassandra killed two Death Eaters, and after eliminating Harry, she did not sit idle and immediately backhand Krum, who was fighting side by side, was knocked unconscious.

Then, she went directly to the finish line and laid an ambush there. Unfortunately, another warrior of Durmstrang was also caught in the attack and was eliminated by her. Beauxbatons’ Fleur escaped. She reached the finish line a little earlier than Cassandra, while Cedric broke out from Cassandra’s siege.

Afterwards, Fisher voluntarily gave up the game, and this chaotic game that was almost a farce finally ended.

At this moment, a tired Cassandra stood next to Cyrus. She actually wanted to sit down and rest, but under the gaze of more than a thousand people, it was impossible for Cassandra to show her weak side. come out.

She held the pumpkin juice that Cyrus handed her and took a sip to replenish her energy.

“How’s it going? I did a good job, right?” She pinched her nose slightly and raised her chin towards Cyrus proudly.

“It’s really good. I didn’t expect you to be able to kill two Death Eaters.” Cyrus praised. He knew that Cassandra was very talented, but he didn’t expect that she could actually do it to this extent.

At this moment, the little witch looked embarrassed and delicate. There were some black dirt on her fair face, her hair was dry and curly due to being baked by the high temperature of the flames, and her clothes were all muddy. But no one would think that she looked unbearable at this moment.

On the contrary, when the afterglow of the scorching sun faded, under the dim afterglow of the dim sky, the embarrassment on her body seemed to be covered up, and only the dazzling light hung on her shoulders.

“But I guess I won’t be qualified to continue in the next game.” Kassandra raised her lips proudly, without looking regretful at all, “In the history of the Triwizard Tournament, because of too much killing, I’m afraid I’m the only one who has withdrawn from the competition!”

Before Cassandra could finish her words, she saw torches being lit around the Quidditch pitch. Under the black-blue night sky, only the firelight was still glowing and heating.

Cyrus put his robe on Cassandra’s body, and then looked at a group of people approaching menacingly not far away.

At the front was Babajide, followed to his right by Fudge, and then the other judges.

Barty Crouch Jr. is among them.

“Congratulations on completing the first project, warriors.” Babajide didn’t have much of a smile on his face. “I think you may have discovered that the number of warriors who passed the first test is not commensurate.”

Hearing this, Cedric and Fleur immediately looked towards Babajide.

They discovered that their teammate was missing very early, but Cedric went to the doctor when he arrived at the stadium and saw Harry waving to him in the stands. They were not too worried. Only Fleur found it strange.

According to the rules, her teammates would not be eliminated, but she neither saw the figures of the other two warriors on the big screen, nor found them on the Quidditch pitch.

“Some were eliminated,” before Babajide could finish his words, Fleur interrupted him impatiently.

“But Beauxbatons’ warriors will not be eliminated.”

She spoke in French, and Babajide obviously didn’t understand it, but he probably understood what she meant.

“Be patient, Miss Delacour.” He said calmly, “I am very sorry and sad about what happened to the two Beauxbatons warriors…”

A terrible idea immediately came to Fleur’s mind.

Could it be that those two people were unlucky enough to encounter a magical animal that was difficult to deal with?

Throughout the entire game, Fleur almost always avoided magical animals. Although she might not be able to get information or clues by doing so, the victory was safe, but she didn’t expect…

She was still feeling even more sad for her two classmates when Umbridge broke her memory.

This fat pink woman passed over Fudge, the Minister of Magic, and Babajid who came on behalf of the International Federation of Wizards, and took the lead in attacking Cyrus and Cassandra.

“Kassandra Warley, because of your cruel behavior, we will disqualify you from the competition!” She had a hateful face, and her ugly eyes bulged outwards.

Kassandra was not surprised at all. She had been prepared for this for a long time. At this moment, she simply moved forward to check the evil intentions, planning to face her own trial.

But she just took a step forward when a hand was clasped on her shoulder. Cassandra turned back in surprise and met Cyrus’ red-gold eyes.

“I’m standing here, it’s not my student’s turn to suffer.” Cyrus pulled Cassandra back, “Stand back!”

Cassandra, who was killing everyone like a Valkyrie in the Forbidden Forest just now, seemed to have turned into a delicate and cute kitten, staring blankly at Cyrus’s back.

Cyrus stood in front of Umbridge, looking directly at her with cold eyes. Umbridge suddenly trembled, as if she was being watched by a fire dragon, and she felt the threat of death in an instant.

“What do you want?” Umbridge said with a serious look on her face.

Her two carrot-like feet kept shaking, and she could hardly stand in front of Cyrus. The majesty that permeated her soul made her want to kneel down, but she still remembered that she represented magic. The face of the department.

“I’m afraid you don’t know what this student of yours is. She—”

Before she could finish her words, Cyrus suddenly slapped her with her backhand!

You must know that with Cyrus’s physique, he can easily crush Voldemort’s hand bones. With this slap, half of Umbridge’s face was immediately disabled, and the fat on her face was swollen as if she had been stung by a hornet’s nest. As if, she flew out diagonally and rubbed the ground with the other half of her face. Five or six teeth were scattered on the ground like white corn kernels, still stained with blood.

Umbridge didn’t even react at all. She pulled out her two carrot heads and passed out immediately. 1111

No one reacted to this slap. Both Barty Jr. and Dumbledore guessed that Cyrus might not be easily threatened, but no one expected it to be such a straightforward slap.

Cyrus, who hit someone, acted as if nothing had happened. He didn’t even look at Umbridge. Instead, he grabbed Fudge’s tie and wiped his hands with his suit tie.

“It’s more fun to hit people with your fists. The only disadvantage is that it’s easier to get your hands dirty. What do you mean, Mr. Connelly?” Sellers said to Fudge in an understated tone, as if he was very familiar with Fudge. , but it’s terrifying to hear it.

Fudge didn’t dare to say a word, for fear that Cyrus would hang him with his tie if he got upset. He could only turn his head and look at Dumbledore as if asking for help.

Of course, Dumbledore walked out without hesitation. This look made Grindelwald couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

That’s Dumbledore. If it were him, he probably wouldn’t want to care about it.

It’s not that he was afraid of Cyrus, so he could only indulge Cassandra. On the one hand, he felt that it was just killing two Death Eaters, and it was nothing. On the other hand, even if Cassandra killed two Death Eaters today, They are really students, and it’s not Umbridge’s turn to show off.

What is she?

Are you worthy of talking to yourself?

But Dumbledore and Grindelwald are two different people. At this moment, he used his old hand to help Cyrus’s wrist, then looked at Cyrus calmly, and said in gentle words: “Okay, Cyrus. , let’s hear what’s going on first.”

Dumbledore pulled Cyrus away.

He felt that the biggest difference between Cyrus and Voldemort was that Cyrus was completely able to communicate, which even Grindelwald was not close to. Grindelwald’s arrogance is inherent, but Cyrus is different. He is willing to listen, as long as the person speaking is willing to speak to him properly.

Babajide also breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was highly respected, he was far inferior to Dumbledore in terms of magical ability. The two tests that Cyrus and Dumbledore gave him today were enough to kill him ten times.

“Mr. Sellers, I have to tell you that Cassandra Warley killed two young warriors of Beauxbatons during the game. This is a very bad behavior!” Babajid said seriously , “Although the competition has always been accompanied by danger, there has never been a precedent of warriors killing each other. I’m afraid we will disqualify Miss Wo Lei from the competition.”

His tone was very tactful, almost a prayer.

But I didn’t think it was wrong, and no one thought there was anything wrong with saying this. Even those who were dissatisfied probably couldn’t say anything else when they saw Umbridge’s dead toad look.

But Cyrus shook his head.

“I disagree.”

His eyes were fixed on Babajide without giving an inch.

“The rules of the tournament do not prohibit fighting between warriors. Cassandra did not violate the rules. It is unreasonable to disqualify her.” Cyrus said.

In fact, Cassandra didn’t need to do anything in the next game, so it wouldn’t be a bad thing to let her withdraw immediately. However, Cyrus could accept that Cassandra didn’t want to participate, but he couldn’t accept that Cassandra was disqualified.

“In addition, I want to make it clear that Cassandra did accidentally injure a Beauxbatons warrior in the game, but the other one, obviously, died in the hands of the Fiendfyre that he couldn’t control.” Cyrus said calmly, “It’s his own fault to be burned to death by casting such dangerous black magic.”

“He had to release the Fiendfyre because he was besieged!” Little Barty couldn’t help it, and he stood up angrily. What “accidental injury”, “self-immolation”… It’s as if Cassandra is an innocent little white rabbit!

“Besiege?” Cyrus raised his eyebrows, then he looked around and sneered, “Then can I also think that you are besieging me now?”

He took out his wand in the fearful eyes of everyone, and many people were so scared that they took a half step back. 1111

“Do you want to taste the Fiendfyre, too?”

What a lunatic!

This sentence popped up in everyone’s mind, and now the pressure was on Dumbledore again.

Except for Dumbledore, no one could suppress Cyrus now. Grindelwald was a possibility, but it would be good if this guy didn’t join forces with Cyrus to deal with Dumbledore.

Dumbledore felt very distressed. He really didn’t expect that such a thing would happen in the first project. Killing someone is indeed serious, but Cyrus is not willing to give in now.

His blue eyes looked at Cassandra. The beautiful blonde girl didn’t look fierce at all. She took a sip of the hot pumpkin juice, and her cheeks were bulging.

This made Dumbledore want to go to the hall to start dinner quickly.

Then, he looked at Cyrus again, trying to figure out what was going on.

The two completed the communication in an instant – the one who was killed was a Death Eater.

Now Dumbledore was completely clear. He had always thought that Beauxbatons, which was weak and innocent, had long been a snake skin for the Death Eaters and their disguise.

There was no need to hesitate.

“I think that since the previous rules were not so clear, Miss Wally’s qualifications should not be disqualified.” Dumbledore said, and he saw that Barty’s face became ugly.

“Of course, we’d better restrict it, such as prohibiting killing other warriors or using dark magic.”