I became Voldemort

Chapter 234: Returning to Hogwarts

Chapter 234: Returning to Hogwarts

The more exceptional the champions were, the prouder the professors felt. But, they also understood that the Triwizard Tournament was incredibly dangerous, which was why it had been discontinued for centuries.

"Alright, let us give our blessings to our champions!"

Cyrus stood at the forefront, and all eyes focused on him. The young witches and wizards looked up to him in admiration, clenching their fists alongside him and silently, solemnly, raising their wands.

In the wizarding world, the wand salute was the highest form of respect. Every wand tip lit up with sparks, glowing brilliantly like a constellation of stars.

The acting Headmaster Boot was already shedding tears of pride and emotion.

"Don't worry, I'll bring the children back safely," Cyrus reassured him.

In the end, the students' tournament was just the opening act.

The real battle would be between the Dark Lords.

"Those who can't join us need not worry, there will be a live broadcast," Cyrus said with a wave of his hand. He then led the ten champion candidates out of the hall.

Outside, two fire-breathing dragons, their heads lowered, had been waiting for some time.

The ten champions were visibly startled when they saw Cyrus bring out two fire-breathing dragons. They all covered their mouths in silent shock, clearly afraid to approach.

The mere thought of those terrifying creatures lifting a claw and slicing them in half sent shivers down their spines.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, hop on. I've arranged for these dragons to carry you there. Isn't this grand enough?" Cyrus chuckled softly, then reached out to pat the shoulder of a blond boy standing nearby.

"Set an example, Fischer?"

"Of course!" the blond boy nodded vigorously. He took a deep breath and, mustering his courage, walked toward the carriage hitched to the back of the dragons.

The entire time, Fischer couldn't take his eyes off the dragons, his steps cautious and his forehead beaded with sweat.

The white and black dragons both noticed his approach, but they paid him no mind. The white-scaled dragon briefly opened its cloudy eyes to glance at him before closing them again.

Fischer let out a sigh of relief as he reached the edge of the carriage, placing one hand on the golden carriage shaft.

Seeing his successful attempt, the others transformed from fear to eager anticipation.

The next to act was a girl with long, golden hair, her features delicate but her expression haughty. Her name gave Cyrus a pleasant surprise—

Cassandra Vole.

Cyrus hadn't expected to encounter a character who hadn't appeared in the original story but was from a mobile game.

In fact, like Draco Malfoy, Cassandra Vole was also a transfer student. She had originally attended Durmstrang, but her father was a Death Eater. On that fateful night in March, her father chose to cross through the flames and kneel at Cyrus's side.

Afterward, as Cyrus swiftly gained power within MACUSA (the Magical Congress of the United States of America), Cassandra had followed and transferred to Ilvermorny.

In the mobile game, Cassandra was supposed to be a descendant from Harry Potter's era. Since Cyrus didn't know much about her, he wasn't sure if she was indeed the same Cassandra from the game or just an ancestor with the same name.

It was common abroad for descendants to inherit the names of their ancestors.

Thanks to Durmstrang's teaching methods, Cassandra was proficient in Dark Magic and, despite her young age, had already displayed impressive talent, earning her a spot among the reserve champions. She seemed to be in her rebellious phase, eager to prove herself. Not long ago, she had even approached Cyrus, requesting him to mark her arm with a magical imprint.

Of course, Cyrus had refused.

Within that vortex, a sharp horn pierced through the water!

A colossal creature burst forth, tilting and towering like an enormous whale emerging from the sea, before crashing back down onto the surface, sending water shooting skyward!

The enormous splash fell like icy rain.

Ginny stared in shock.

A ship, skeletal in appearance, gleamed under the moonlight. Its portholes flickered with a dim, misty light, resembling the eyes of ghosts.

On the ship's raised cross mast stood a man in a coat, wearing a captain's hat.

Dumbledore, standing amidst the crowd, was instantly frozen in place.

"So, you didn't die after all."

After forty-nine years, he was face-to-face once more with Gellert Grindelwald.

But Dumbledore had no time to reminisce, for in the darkness, a searing flame ignited out of thin air.

In the next moment, the blaze rapidly expanded, surging skyward and illuminating the entire night!

The flames shot up higher than the castle itself!

The young witches and wizards of Hogwarts were startled by the sudden turn of events and took a few steps back in alarm.

But a few bolder students stared intently at the flames.

"There are several shadows in the fire!"

A student shouted in excitement.

In the next moment, the massive heads of two dragons—one black, one white—broke through the flames. The dragons spiraled upwards, soaring from the fire into the clouds!

The flames parted, splitting like waves being pushed aside.

A powerful gust of wind blew against the students' robes, forcing them to bow their heads and hold onto their wizard hats to keep them from flying off.

Yet, even with all this, no one could tear their eyes away from the two dragons.

With mouths agape, they watched as the dragons, pulling a golden carriage, circled the castle and left trails of flame in their wake.

Eventually, the carriage descended and landed on the shores of the Black Lake.

The dragons lowered their heads, and the door of the luxurious carriage swung open.

Then, under the silvery moonlight, a handsome wizard stepped out.

Ginny's eyes widened, and she nearly jumped in surprise.

"Cyrus?!"

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