I became Voldemort

"It's such a pity that Mr. Cyrus won't let me write about those two…"

Rita was thoroughly intrigued by the scene, thrilled that Grindelwald had suddenly shown up with Dumbledore at the ball, looking as if they were on the verge of a second spring together.

Perhaps she wouldn't even need to write anything; these two might just reveal everything themselves!

"I wonder if these two old roses can bloom once more…" Rita thought to herself with eager anticipation.

Harry felt slightly nauseated by Rita's insinuations but couldn't argue.

Was she just a fangirl obsessed with shipping elderly men together?

There was nothing inherently wrong with that, he supposed. Actually, even Harry himself had almost been labeled similarly once—some girls had thought there was something "special" between him and Ron.

Ugh!

Instinctively, Harry took a step away from Rita Skeeter. Just then, another round of gasps rippled through the crowd, though this time the reactions held more awe than shock.

"Oh my!"

"Look at them!"

"Bloody Hell! She's absolutely stunning!" Ron's eyes were practically glued to the sight.

Harry quickly followed his gaze.

Cassandra had gone all out with her look tonight. She wore a long, elegant black gown, her golden hair styled with extra refinement.

She adorned a black headpiece with silver snake-shaped pins nestled in her hair, which cascaded in soft curls over her right shoulder, leaving her left ear visible, where delicate silver tassels shimmered like tiny wisps of light.

She had a rare necklace around her neck, understated but adding a touch of elegance to her swan-like, graceful neck.

The black gown was meticulously designed, with a neckline cut to her shoulders, revealing her collarbones. The long skirt stopped just above the ground, showing her ankles, and she wore black high heels with red soles.

Harry noticed that Cassandra had put on bright red lipstick today, the color so intense it reminded him of the blood of that Death Eater, stinging his eyes.

He quickly looked away, as did many others who, after being captivated by Cassandra, swiftly averted their gazes, as if her thorned beauty was too dangerous to behold.

Yet, there was one who dared to hold the rose by its thorns.

Cyrus strode in confidently!

If Cassandra's beauty had captured the attention of every boy in the room, then Cyrus had nearly every girl's gaze locked on him.

He hadn't dressed up much, but even so, his handsome face and posture was as intoxicating as a love potion.

In fact, the moment Cyrus entered the hall, it seemed as though the entire ball had been held in his honor. He appeared not just as a centerpiece but as if he were the very king of the night.

"Cassandra? She's with Cyrus?" Ginny's eyes widened, jealousy as natural as breathing.

"We were so focused on the idea that Cyrus couldn't accept everyone's invitations that we left her with an opening!" Hermione said, covering her face, looking regretful.

"I thought he might go with Miss Bella..." Ginny added.

It wasn't that she thought Cyrus liked Bella more, but because of their roles. Cyrus, despite looking young, was still a headmaster, so accepting a student's invitation seemed somewhat odd.

"Ugh! A total miscalculation..."

She said, frustrated.

But it was too late now.

Cyrus led Cassandra to a table, and soon, dinner began.

Of course, dinner wasn't only about eating; it was an opportunity for dance partners to get to know each other better. Many had invited their partners, but since the first task of the tournament, they might barely have exchanged words.

Naturally, Cyrus and Cassandra were already well-acquainted, and now they leaned in, whispering.

"The second task will be held outside Hogwarts," Cyrus shared, offering Cassandra some insider information.

As the winner of the first task, Cyrus currently held the highest score and had gathered the most information. "The level of danger may indeed be high. Are you thinking of withdrawing from the tournament?"

"I was considering it."

Cassandra drew her knife over her plate, cutting a small piece of pork and offering it to Cyrus. "However, since the headmaster himself has clashed with the International Confederation of Wizards over me, backing out now might seem ungrateful, don't you think?"

"Heh~ Those guys," Cyrus smirked. "I just can't stand their attitude. Whether you compete or not shouldn't depend on their decision but on our own choice."

The International Confederation of Wizards? What were they to him?

In truth, the second task's content was similar to that in the original story, but the competition's location surprised Cyrus. If the intelligence he gathered was accurate, then the venue was definitely intriguing.

He glanced over at Madame Maxime.

She sat alone at her table, looking displeased with a dark expression, while at a distance, another large figure was sobbing into a dirty handkerchief, heartbroken.

It seemed Hagrid hadn't managed to connect with "Madame Maxime" this time.

Barty broke the heart of him. Poor Guy.

Tsk Tsk!

But, of course, that wasn't Cyrus's main concern.

Cyrus couldn't help but suspect that the Death Eaters had prepared in advance, influencing the International Confederation of Wizards and the British Ministry of Magic to set the location in such a place.

"Clock, curtain, death…"

He recalled Grindelwald's prophecy, noting how each key term seemed to align with the second task.

'Could Voldemort actually be resurrected in the second task?' he speculated.

Then he glanced at Grindelwald.

???

Unexpectedly, Grindelwald was also looking at him, though his gaze wasn't friendly—it was filled with hostility.

Cyrus felt no fear. Instead, he smirked back, openly challenging him.

He hadn't joined the Triwizard Tournament to make friends with this old man.

He was here to show the world his power!

First, defeat Grindelwald, then defeat Dumbledore...

Then he'd see who else dared to stand in his way, blocking his path forward!

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