Chapter 276: Pathetic Minister

    Voldemort''s gaze fell upon the Elder Wand in his hand, his eyes filled with fury and unwillingness.

    "I haven''t lost yet! How dare you abandon me and choose him?!"

    He roared in rage, utterly refusing to acknowledge his defeat.

    In truth, he wasn''t entirely wrong. Though Voldemort had been fooled by Cyrus''s trickery and suffered an injury, the damage was negligible. Wielding the Resurrection Stone and having transcended his human form, he could recover fully within a few breaths. That is, as long as the Elder Wand still obeyed him.

    But now, at this critical moment, the wand had betrayed him.

    He could not accept this outcome. His magic was unquestionably more powerful—shouldn''t the Elder Wand submit to the stronger wielder?

    After all the preparations he had made, even going so far as to ensure Grindelwald held Dumbledore at bay, there would never be a better chance to kill Cyrus than today. Yet now, he knew he was powerless.

    If the wand in his hand had been an ordinary one, Voldemort might still have resolved to keep fighting. But the wand he held was the Elder Wand—and now, it had chosen Cyrus.

    Voldemort knew full well that no one could use the Elder Wand to harm Cyrus anymore.

    Even so, Voldemort refused to simply give up the wand. If he couldn''t wield it, at the very least, he couldn''t allow it to fall into Cyrus''s hands. Moreover, if given the opportunity, he might still regain mastery over it.

    He coldly retracted the wand as a shroud of dark mist enveloped him.

    "Hah... This will be all for today, Cyrus. Those annoying Aurors are on their way," Voldemort said, concealing his weakened state. Though the Elder Wand in his hand had become no more than an ordinary wand, if he wished to leave, Cyrus would still find it nearly impossible to stop him.

    Outside the Ministry of Magic, high above London''s skies, one of the two black dragons engaged in combat suddenly dissolved into a murky swamp, vanishing like polluted water under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of Muggles.

    The other dragon, having lost its opponent, circled the air briefly before diving back into the depths of the earth, several hundred meters below. It returned to Cyrus''s body, and the two versions of Cyrus merged into one.

    The battle was over.

    Nearby, Dumbledore and Grindelwald had also ceased their duel.

    The two wizards stood amidst flames—one red and the other blue—distinct yet refusing to blend.

    When Cyrus emerged from the Death Chamber and approached them, he saw the power of time slowly fading from their forms.

    "Look at what you''ve done!"

    "You''ve blown up the Ministry to smithereens! Destroyed countless magical artifacts in the Department of Mysteries that hadn''t yet been fully understood! The Time Room is gone—there''s not even a grain of sand left! And this—" He gestured furiously to the now hollowed-out ceiling. "There were two black dragons fighting endlessly over the skies of London! Do you think Muggles are blind?! Do you know how many people witnessed that battle?!"

    Fudge continued jabbing his finger at Dumbledore''s forehead as he ranted.

    Cyrus noticed that Grindelwald''s expression was growing more and more furious, but he restrained himself from acting.

    "Do you know how many Dementors and other magical creatures, originally held as safeguards in the Ministry, escaped!"

    " This whole devastation was seen by Muggles!"

    "This is an utter disaster! How do you expect me to face the International Confederation of Wizards—"

    "Excuse me," Dumbledore finally interjected, "but I happen to be the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards. Additionally, the Vice President is standing right here."

    Dumbledore''s gaze turned toward Babajide Akingbade.

    The old wizard immediately understood, stepping out from the crowd and speaking softly, "Don''t worry, Minister Fudge. The International Confederation of Wizards will assist in handling this incident. Additionally, Mr. Newt Scamander has brought along the Thestrals. Their magic will make Muggles forget all of this."

    With the matter addressed, Fudge naturally had nothing more to say.

    Throughout the entire exchange, Cyrus merely sneered and watched the drama unfold.

    Fudge didn''t dare direct his anger at Cyrus, but he was bold enough to lash out at Dumbledore. The truth was, Cyrus and Grindelwald would not tolerate such rudeness, and it seemed that good people were destined to be the targets of a gun.

    As for Voldemort, Dumbledore had tried several times to stress that the Dark Lord had returned, but Fudge kept brushing him off.

    ''Sigh~ What a pathetic Minister they have chosen~''

    Cyrus didn''t understand whether Fudge truly believed that so many people were deceiving him, or if he was just choosing to bury his head in the sand, fooling himself in the process.

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