Chapter 123: Fragile Glory
Cyrus never took those goblins seriously, and he didn't care even if someone were to blow up Gringotts.
After all, how can a group of greedy goblins, the losers of the goblin rebellion, control the economic lifeline of wizards?
The defeated must act like the defeated and just serve the wizards honestly. Those guys regard themselves as the masters of wealth.
Sooner or later Cyrus will get what belongs to the wizard back!
However, while Gringotts is easy to get into, Vault 12 may not be that easy to break into.
After all, it is a vault guarded by ancient magic. Its history is much older than the history of goblins controlling Gringotts.
He stopped and turned to look at the dark wizards and Doclo who were lying on the ground. These people obviously knew some information about ancient magic, and their purpose was to obtain ancient magic.
Especially the so-called Ranrok's manuscript——
Cyrus waved his wand lightly, and a broken stone suddenly turned into a delicate and soft sofa. He crossed his legs and sat down, looking down at the dark wizards.
"I heard that you are looking for ancient magic? I happen to be very interested too, why don't you all tell me the information you have." Cyrus said softly. Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong with his behavior, and then he spoke apologetically:
"Sorry, I seem to be a little rude. I should have added 'please' in there~"
Rookwood: "? ? ?"
Are you acting polite now?
He wanted to curse, but he didn't dare to say anything. Now he was like a tamed puppy or a frightened cock tied to the floor and looking up at Cyrus. He had no ability to resist and could only be slaughtered by others.
Instead, Tonks stood up, holding her wand from both hands like a gun.
"Hold on, Tom Riddle!"
It was obvious that she was very nervous.
Although the person pointed at by the wand was Cyrus, he was very calm and on the contrary, Tonks was soaked with sweat.
Her breathing was rapid and her heart was beating so fast that she even doubted whether she would be able to do it. The aura emitted by Tom Riddle was too high. 'One bad move ..and I'm dead'
The fugitive was obviously just sitting there, but the pressure on Tonks was even greater than the melee just now.
Her hands were shaking.
"Ah, I almost forgot about you. A beautiful witch like you shouldn't get involved with these kinds of people."
Cyrus seemed to have just remembered Tonks, his golden pupils were fixed on Tonks, and she immediately felt a suffocating feeling as if her soul was being burned by flames.
She subconsciously wanted to cast a spell, but as soon as the tip of her wand lit up, her brain seemed to have received a severe mental shock, and she lost consciousness and passed out.
Cyrus used an electric current to knock her unconscious.
The innate magic of the Thunderbird that can be used at will is much easier to use than magic that requires a wand, which is indeed an inconvenience.
Cyrus thought this in his mind, but the dark wizards were stirred up in their hearts.
Casting spells silently - is not difficult, casting with hands without the wand - They have heard about. But casting spells without a wand or even using hand gestures is... what in the world is happening right now?
What kind of monster is this wizard who appeared out of nowhere?
Tom Riddle?
Rookwood naturally knew the name of this escaped prisoner. After all, Azkaban was a prison where the Ministry of Magic held prisoners, and the only people who had escaped from prison were Sirius Black and Tom Riddle.
The former is a famous betrayer and a loyal servant of the Dark Lord; the latter seems to be the successor of Slytherin and the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets. But he never thought that the other party was so strong.
After all, in Rookwood's view, even after "Riddle" obtained Slytherin's inheritance, he couldn't even kill a Muggle wizard. This behavior was undoubtedly cowardly and proved that "Riddle" was weak.
But when he saw him today, he felt that except for the terrifying Dark Lord decades ago, no one could compare with "Riddle".
'Maybe he got the true magic of Slytherin?'
Rookwood couldn't help but guess.
But no matter what, magic is power. In the face of overwhelming power, their so-called pure-blood arrogance is like glass that breaks at a touch. So much so that the moment he was suppressed by Cyrus' magic, Rookwood had already given up resistance.
However, his cowardly behavior did not mean that his "allies" had the same idea. Doclo buried his head in the ground gloomily. From an angle that Cyrus could not see, the anger and hatred in his eyes were like poisonous snakes spraying venom.
He shook out a small silver whistle from his collar with difficulty, put it into his mouth, and blew hard——
But no sound came from the whistle.
"Sir, I just found some records about ancient magic from my ancestral home. If you need it, I am willing to dedicate it all to you!" Rookwood said without hesitation.
Rookwood's extremely flattering look made Doclo very disdainful.
'Bullshit pure blood, bullshit glory!'
Doclo clicked his tongue disdainfully. He even suspected that if Rookwood and other wizards hadn't been suppressed by Cyrus's magic and couldn't move, they would have crawled to Cyrus like dogs and started kissing Cyrus' toes.
This is not an unfounded slander. In fact, most of the purebloods during the Mysterious Man's period behaved this way. The glory of pure blood is simply worthless than the mud on the ground.
"Show me, Mr. Rookwood," said Cyrus calmly.
He lifted the magic from the other party, and Rookwood suddenly felt the weight on his back being lifted, as if he had finally set down the burden of his family after more than ten years. It was unprecedentedly relaxing -
So much so that the signs of resistance he had just suppressed immediately resurfaced!
After all, the opponent is just a person. No matter how powerful he might be, can he still block the life-killing curse?
Just now, he felt that Cyrus was as strong as the Dark Lord from decades ago, but now that he thought about it, this idea was too stupid. The Dark Lord's deterrence comes from killing, but what about this "Tom Riddle"?
Rookwood glanced at the unconscious Tonks.
There is nothing to worry about when someone is so merciful when dealing with an Auror. Not to mention, Tom Riddle didn't even take over the wand from Rookwood's hand. So if he was killed for making such a basic mistake, no one could blame him!
He took a step forward, shortening the distance between him and Cyrus as much as possible, and said in confusion: "Sir - my ancestor Charles Rookwood was once one of the guardians of ancient magic. Unfortunately, since the death of that ancestor, there was no wizard in the Rookwood family who had the talent to learn ancient magic——
"This part of the inheritance was almost lost from the Rookwoods for hundreds of years. Even if there were some clues about the ancient magic in the family, I would not have to cooperate with the goblins."
Rookwood showed regret, but this regret was genuine. In fact, he himself discovered the mystery of ancient magic accidentally. It was as if Charles Rookwood had never set out to find a successor in his family from the beginning.
"So, you don't have many useful clues?" Cyrus chuckled and looked at Rookwood as if he was enjoying a wonderful and funny circus.
"Yes sir, but I think -" Rookwood got closer to Cyrus, his eyes became dangerous, and the hand holding the wand could not help but shrink behind his back.
He must defeat the enemy with one move!
Better to attack from behind.
'But how can I make the other party expose his vulnerable back to my eyes without any defense?'
He came up with a solution without much thought.
"Sir, although I can't provide much information, but him! This despicable goblin! He found the manuscript of the great goblin Lord - that manuscript records the secret of how to conquer ancient magic. If you can get it... …"
Doclo seemed to be stunned by Rookwood, his bulging eyes widened, squeezing all the wrinkled eyelids.
"traitor!"
"You traitor! Rookwood! How can you break our agreement!?"
"Treachery?! Breaking the agreement?!"
"Shut up!" Rookwood was irritated. Rookwood's wand cast a silencing spell on Doclo before looking at Cyrus like a loyal puppy. The ugly goblin immediately opened his mouth to shout many things but no sound came from his mouth, Well, if you observe carefully it's not that hard to tell from his expression that he was scolding harshly.
"What do you know? Only by following the footsteps of the strong can you embark on the right path!" Rookwood said. His eyes never left Cyrus for a moment. On the one hand, he wanted to prevent Cyrus from suddenly killing him, and on the other hand, he didn't want to miss the opportunity.
But Cyrus stood up, and just like the script in Rookwood's mind, he crossed his side and walked towards Doclo who was prostrate on the ground humbly.
His back was exposed to Rookwood's eyes, and Rookwood exhaled deeply, and at the same time, he raised his wand.
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