Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Chapter 199 Starting from Hogwarts (page 12)

Sellers actually has no special expectations for the difficulty of the semifinals.

To be honest, unless he was allowed to fight directly with Dumbledore and Grindelwald, what other difficulties in the world could stop them?

Their magical power is so powerful that other wizards cannot even imagine it.

The fire dragon, which required seven or eight well-trained wizards to subdue, was nothing more than a pet dog to Cyrus. Perhaps the test finally determined by the International Confederation of Wizards seemed to them a naked joke.

What's more, the International Federation of Wizards has to consider the contestants other than a few of them. After weighing the balance, I'm afraid the competition will not be too difficult.

But Cyrus didn't care very much about this.

The process and results of the first two games are not important. What is important is that in the third game, even after the game ends, as long as he can defeat Deng in a head-on battle with the whole world watching. Bullido is enough!

Before the official game begins, there are still a series of complicated preparations. For example, the warriors need to receive exclusive interviews from the Daily Prophet, and this time the Daily Prophet has united with many famous international wizarding newspapers. This is a global Chance.

However, with Sellers' guidance, Rita Skeeter did not focus on those trivial gossips, but put most of her pen on the relationship between Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

This woman kept emphasizing to Cyrus that she knew some secrets about Dumbledore and Grindelwald, while wearing a narrow smile on her face. Obviously she was referring to Dumbledore and Grindelwald's private ambiguity.

"If you want, I can publish these things in the newspapers. These are not things I made up..." Rita Skeeter said sweetly, holding her two gold and silver hands tightly together. , "This will be big news!"

"I spent so many Galleons to bail you out of Azkaban, not just for you to report those gossipy news, Ms. Skeeter." Cyrus leaned on the sofa and looked at the gorgeously dressed man in front of him with ease. woman.

He needs a loudspeaker that can make a sound so that the topic of the Tournament becomes more popular in the wizarding world. Some small tidbits are harmless as embellishments, but once the affairs of Dumbledore and Grindelwald are exposed, I am afraid that The world's attention will be diverted from the competition itself.

Cyrus does intend to defeat Dumbledore, but never in this way.

The higher Dumbledore's international reputation, the more valuable it would be to defeat him.

"Are you sure? But tidbits are often the most interesting." Rita Skeeter was still a little unwilling to give up. "People will want to know about those high-ranking people, and they will expect that there is ugliness behind their bright appearance. s things……

"They sometimes don't even care about the truth..."

"No need." Cyrus' red-gold eyes swept over, and those majestic eyes seemed to pierce Rita Skeeter's flashy appearance and penetrate her soul. "You just need to be prepared for what happens after the competition is over." Prepare to let the world know that Cyrus defeated the greatest wizard, Albus Dumbledore, in 1995!"

Rita Skeeter felt like a shadowy vampire, tortured in the hot sun.

"Okay, since you insist..." She twisted uncomfortably on the chair a few times, picked up the teacup and put it down again with her fingers covered with bright nail polish, and glanced at Cyrus several times, looking a little bit embarrassed. hesitate.

"What's wrong?" Cyrus frowned slightly.

He actually didn't like Rita Skeeter very much. He disliked her almost as much as Lockhart or even more, but he was very polite. Rita Skeeter now works for him, and he can show his due tolerance.

"I was just thinking..." Rita Skeeter twisted the tea cup in her hand and gave a disgusting look, "Maybe you can give me a favor and have a drink with me?"

Cyrus:? ? ?

Cyrus was stunned. He really didn't expect that Rita Skeeter was ugly, but he thought she was pretty. He actually wanted to ask him to have a drink with her. But this is normal. His appearance is enough to seduce most girls.

Not even Cedric can compare to him.

Just...let's leave Rita Skeeter alone.

Fortunately, at this time, blond-haired Cassandra walked in. She walked past Rita Skeeter proudly, glanced contemptuously at this whimsical woman, and then ignored her.

"Professor, the wand testing has begun. Ms. Bellatrix asked me to take you there."

"I know." Cyrus stood up from his chair and said to Rita with an unapologetic look on his face, "I'm sorry, Ms. Skeeter, I guess it'll be next time."

After saying that, Cyrus and Cassandra left together.

The place where the wand was tested was in a small classroom where no one was in class. When Cyrus and Cassandra arrived, the other warriors were already ready. The judges were sitting upright on a table covered with black velvet. Behind him, Grindelwald was leaning on a chair with his legs crossed. He looked more like an inspector than a contestant.

Ollivander was looking at Harry's wand. He looked at it for a long time, but he didn't say much about it. He just confirmed that the wand was in good condition.

"Very good, now all the warriors' wands have been confirmed, except for you three." Babajid turned his head and looked at Dumbledore, Grindelwald and Cyrus who had arrived belatedly.

"I'll do it first." Grindelwald took the initiative to stand up, his very aggressive eyes passing over everyone like a predatory seabird, and then he smiled, "My wand is the most mediocre, not like yours." legend."

He handed his wand out, and Cyrus glanced at it. Just as Grindelwald said, it was a wand with no features. There was no exquisite carving on the outside, and it was not curved like some wands. It was like a dry branch that was broken casually, so ordinary that it made people feel a little unworthy of Grindelwald's status.

"Pine wood," Ollivander used his wand to conjure a glass of red wine. "It should be the dragon's heartstring. The wand is in good condition."

He handed the wand back to Grindelwald, and then looked at Dumbledore and Cyrus. Grindelwald's words just now actually attracted a lot of attention.

For example, Harry sneaked up to Cyrus early in the morning, poked Cyrus' elbow with his elbow, and then asked in a low voice: "What does he mean, what legend?"

Harry was not the only one who was curious about this. Everyone, including Fleur from Beauxbatons and Krum from Durmster, pricked up their ears and wondered if Cyrus could give an answer to fill in the question. His curiosity.

"You'll find out soon, Harry." Cyrus didn't decipher it immediately. In fact, it only took a few seconds. Dumbledore had already handed over the wand that was as jagged as a finger bone.

Ollivander was stunned when he first saw the wand. His eyes were wide open and the corners of his eyes seemed to be torn apart. He took the wand with both hands and carefully held the head and tail. As if I was afraid of accidentally breaking it.