Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

'Looks like he's doomed.' Tonks sighed.

She has given up hope that "Delix" will come to her rescue. After all, at least six or seven hours have passed since she was captured, but Delix has not shown up. Who knows where that guy has gone?

'He must have gone to Three Brooms to see the landlady and got drunk!' Tonks cursed inwardly.

However, she did not give up on herself. Instead, she turned over so that her face was facing the night sky and put her hands behind her back.

She is a Disguise Magus. Although she cannot directly transform into an animal with a size vastly different from a human like an Animagus, a Disguise Magus can still alter her physical form to some extent.

She was currently the size of a strong man; if she could just make her arms a little thinner, she could break free from the ropes. Fortunately, Doklo had attracted the attention of these dark wizards, giving Tonks the opportunity to act.

In the darkness, only Cyrus could see her subtle movements clearly.

“You can’t see it because you don’t have that talent,” Doklo said sarcastically. “Only a very few people are favored by ancient magic. The difference between these people and you is like that between wizards and Muggles.”

"How dare you call us lowly Muggles?"

"You're just a filthy fairy, how dare you speak to us like that?"

The wizards were instantly enraged. Even though they hadn't followed Voldemort to become Death Eaters back then, it didn't mean they were on the side of being close to Muggles.

In fact, most pure-blood wizards have a natural arrogance toward Muggles, and even half-blood wizards and wizards of Muggle origin share the same sentiment.

Cyrus believed this was a common phenomenon, but this arrogance shouldn't be about bloodline, but rather about ability; those with magic were special enough in themselves.

Of course, it is important that one never let arrogance blind one to the other merits and strengths of others. To do so would be foolish.

Doklo wisely refrained from further provoking these wizards; some, having held high positions for so long, gradually became intolerant of even the slightest unpleasant words.

“That’s why I asked you to prepare a sacrifice—” Beneath his rough, wrinkled eyelids, his cruel gaze fell upon Tonks.

"Perhaps your blood can guide you?"

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Chapter 118 More ruthless than enemies are one's own kind.

Tonks had finally managed to untie the ropes binding the back of her hands and was wondering how to free herself from the ropes binding her body when the despicable goblin drew the attention of the other dark wizards to her. At this moment, she dared not make any rash moves.

“Slit her throat, smear her blood on the ground, and the blood will reveal the traces of ancient magic to you,” Doklo said with a sinister grin.

This is the method Lanlock recorded in his manuscript: since it's invisible to the naked eye, they used another color to depict the traces of ancient magic. And the blood of wizards was the most suitable dye.

Upon hearing this, Cyrus was astonished, not because the goblins' cruelty towards wizards was eye-opening, but because Lukewood and his followers unanimously agreed that the plan was worth trying, and without any resistance whatsoever, as if this level of cruelty was commonplace to them.

Sometimes, those of the same kind are more cruel than those of different kinds.

One of the dark wizards stepped forward first, raising his wand above his head:

“avada——”

Lukwood immediately grabbed his arm to stop him from casting the Death Curse.

"We can't kill him right away, otherwise the blood won't flow. We have to keep him alive so we can drain all the blood!"

As he spoke, Lukwood pulled a short knife from his sleeve. Cyrus was surprised that a wizard would use a knife, but the next second he immediately noticed that runes were engraved on the blade.

This is an alchemical weapon, and it likely possesses special magical power.

Lukewood grabbed Tonks by the collar, the blade about to slit her throat.

Cyrus knew he couldn't just stand by and watch anymore; if Tonks died before his eyes, even the Time-Turner wouldn't be able to save him.

He immediately swooped down, his figure like a black shadow sweeping across the night sky, his sharp claws piercing Lukewood's arm like gun blades.

"Ah—" Lukewood screamed as he was knocked away by Cyrus. The dagger in his hand fell to the ground, and his right hand was covered in blood, revealing the white bone underneath!

The blood dripped onto the ground and actually turned a small patch of shimmering blue light into crimson.

But no one cared about that now. All the dark wizards, including Doklo, waved their wands without hesitation, shooting spells at Cyrus one after another.

A dazzling red light flashed and faded repeatedly, passing by Cyrus's side.

Lukwood scrambled to pour a large bottle of white lime onto the back of his hand, his eyes filled with bloodthirsty hatred: "Shoot that eagle down!"

Cyrus circled in the air, dodging the dense spells.

Tonks was also very surprised by Cyrus's appearance, but she at least knew that now was her chance.

Without hesitation, she shrunk her body by one size, loosening the ropes binding her. Freed from the ropes, Tonks immediately lunged at the nearest wizard, trying to snatch his wand.

But this is clearly not that easy.

The dark wizard screamed the moment he was attacked, attracting the attention of the others.

Lukewood, not wanting his offering to escape, immediately shifted his target, casting a spell at Tonks:

"Collapse!"

However, he underestimated Tonks' strength.

After all, Tonks was trained by a legendary Auror. As an Auror, it's inevitable to encounter the awkward situation of not having a wand; it's a required course for them.

Seeing the incoming spell, Tonks didn't hesitate and immediately shrank behind the dark wizard she had grabbed, using him as a shield.

The spell stunned the dark wizard, and Tonks, without hesitation, snatched the wand from his hand, rolled on the ground to dodge several more spells, and then launched an attack on Lukewood:

"Except your weapons!"

The disarming spell missed, neutralized by another dark wizard's spell. The remaining wizards and goblin Doklo also abandoned their attack on Cyrus, focusing their firepower on Tonks.

The dark wizards had not yet realized that the eagle in the sky was an Animagus; they only thought it was an eagle with magical animal blood raised by Tonks.

Tonks was quickly suppressed and dared not show herself. She desperately used the dilapidated tower as cover, but the spells of the dark wizards were like grenades, blasting the ancient building to pieces!

The power gap between most Aurors and dark wizards isn't significant. Even elite Aurors struggle to cope when facing multiple dark wizards at once. This is especially true for pure-blooded Aurors like Lukewood, whose magical foundations are profound. Tonks is still far too inexperienced compared to them.

Cyrus fell silently, folding his wings, and landed on a towering stone pillar.

The silver moonlight and the darkness of night formed his backdrop, his golden hair swayed in the sea breeze, and his eyes burned like fire!

He pressed the tip of his wand downwards, and instantly, the dark wizards felt a powerful force coming from above, as if several heavy monsters were piled on top of each other and pressing down on their backs, bending their knees and pinning them all to the ground.

Tonks, seemingly unaffected, suddenly raised his head and looked up at the darkness under the night sky.

"...Tom Riddle?"

She thought it was Delilah who had finally come to rescue her, but she never dreamed that the person standing in front of her would be Tom Riddle, whom they had been searching for all along.

The appearance of the madman who attacked the Ministry of Magic seemed to have changed slightly; his golden pupils made him look even more imposing.

Tonks looked at Cyrus and immediately felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

The man before her had subdued so many dark wizards with ease. She didn't know if Dumbledore possessed such terrifying power, but she believed that Alastor Moody certainly couldn't have done it.

At the same time, she was also a little puzzled as to why the other party's spell had not worked on her.

"Tom Riddle..."

"Good evening, everyone," Cyrus said politely—if one ignores the fact that he used his powerful magic to force others to prostrate themselves before him, it was indeed polite.

"who are you?"

Lukewood struggled to lift his head; at that moment, he was furious.

Being pricked by an animal was bad enough, but unexpected events kept happening one after another. Now, a powerful wizard of unknown origin has suddenly appeared, making it hard for them to breathe.

"My name is Cyrus."

Cyrus floated down from the stone pillar as lightly as a weightless feather.

He walked through the towers, riddled with magical traces, past the maggots crawling on the ground, until he reached the transparent door. Inside, Gringotts' magnificent architecture was faintly visible.

Although he hadn't tried, Cyrus knew his magic could activate the ancient magical emblem in the door, allowing him to teleport directly to Gringotts. However, without the key to Vault 12, even reaching Gringotts would be meaningless.

Unless he intends to force his way in.

Cyrus suddenly became eager to try.

This Gringotts, Voldemort can break into, but Cyrus can't?

Chapter 119 Fragile Glory

Cyrus never took those goblins seriously, and he wouldn't care even if Gringotts were blown up.

Ultimately, what right do these greedy fairies, the losers of the fairy rebellion, have to control the economic lifeline of the wizards?

The defeated should act like the defeated and obediently serve the wizards. Those guys, on the other hand, think they are the masters of wealth.

Cyrus will take back what belongs to the wizards sooner or later!

However, while Gringotts is relatively easy to enter, Vault 12 will likely be much more difficult to break into.

After all, it is a vault protected by ancient magic, and its history is much longer than the history of goblins controlling Gringotts.

He stopped and turned to look at the black wizards and Doklo who were prostrate on the ground. These people clearly knew some information about ancient magic, and their goal was to obtain it.

Especially that so-called Lanlock manuscript—

Cyrus waved his wand lightly, and a shattered stone suddenly transformed into a delicate, soft sofa. He crossed his legs and sat down, looking down at the dark wizards.

"I heard you're looking for ancient magic? I'm quite interested in that too. Why don't you tell me what you know?" Cyrus said softly, then suddenly realized he might be acting inappropriately and added apologetically:

"Excuse me, I think I was being a bit rude. I should have said 'please' instead."