Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

Lukwood: ? ? ?

That's way too polite of you.

He wanted to curse, but he dared not say anything. Right now, he was like a pheromone caterpillar stuck on a board, powerless to resist and at the mercy of others.

Instead, Tonks stepped forward, holding her wand in both hands as if she were carrying a gun.

"Surrender, Tom Riddle!"

It was clear she was extremely nervous. Even though the person being pointed at by the wand was Cyrus, Tonks was drenched in sweat, her breathing was rapid, and her heart was pounding so hard that she wondered if she might suddenly burn up like a fire salamander.

The fugitive was just sitting there, but he put more pressure on Tonks than the earlier brawl.

Her hands were shaking.

"I had completely forgotten about you."

Cyrus seemed to have just remembered Tonks, as if his golden pupils were fixed on Tonks, instantly making her feel a suffocating sensation as if her soul were being burned by flames.

She instinctively tried to cast a spell, but just as the tip of her wand lit up, her brain seemed to have been subjected to a severe mental shock, and she lost consciousness and fainted.

Cyrus stunned her directly with an electric shock.

The ability to cast spells at will is far more convenient than spells that require a wand; wands are indeed inconvenient.

Cyrus thought this to himself, while the dark wizards were in turmoil.

Silent spellcasting isn't difficult, but spellcasting without a staff or even using hand gestures is a bit outrageous, isn't it?

What kind of monster is this wizard who suddenly appeared?

Tom Riddle?

Lukewood had naturally heard of the escaped prisoner's reputation, after all, Azkaban was a prison where the Ministry of Magic held prisoners, and on the surface, only Sirius Black and Tom Riddle had escaped.

The former was the infamous traitor, a loyal servant of the Dark Lord; the latter seemed to be the successor of Slytherin, the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets. But he never imagined the other party was this powerful.

After all, in Lukewood's view, Riddle's failure to kill even a single Muggle wizard after inheriting Slytherin's legacy was undoubtedly cowardly and a testament to Riddle's weakness.

But after seeing him today, he felt that apart from that terrible dark lord from decades ago, probably no one could compare to "Riddle".

Perhaps he received the true magical teachings of Slytherin?

Lukwood couldn't help but speculate.

But regardless, magic is power, and before overwhelming force, their so-called pure-blood arrogance shattered like glass. So much so that the moment Lukwood was suppressed by Cyrus's magic, he had already given up resisting.

However, his cowardly behavior did not mean that his "ally" shared the same thoughts. Doklo buried his head in the ground with a gloomy expression. From an angle where Cyrus could not see, the anger and hatred in his eyes were like the venom sprayed by a viper.

He laboriously shook a small silver whistle from his collar, put it in his mouth, and blew it forcefully—

But the whistle did not make any sound.

“Sir, I only found some records about ancient magic in my ancestral home. If you need them, I am willing to give them all to you!” Lukewood said without hesitation.

Doklow found Lukewood's obsequious manner utterly contemptible.

Pureblood is bullshit, glory is bullshit!

Doklo clicked his tongue in disdain. He even suspected that if Lukewood and the other wizards hadn't been unable to move due to Cyrus's magic, they would have crawled up to Cyrus like dogs and kissed his toes.

This isn't baseless slander; in fact, most purebloods during the Mystic era behaved this way. The glory of purebloods was utterly worthless, less valuable than mud on the ground.

“Show me, Mr. Lukewood,” Cyrus said calmly.

He dispelled the magic from the other man, and Lukwood suddenly felt a lightness on his back, as if the burden of his family's legacy of over a decade had been lifted—a feeling of unprecedented ease.

As a result, the rebellious tendencies that had just been suppressed immediately resurfaced!

In the end, the other party is just one person. No matter how strong he is, can he withstand the Death Curse?

For a moment, he felt that Cyrus was as strong as the Dark Lord from decades ago, but now he realized how foolish that thought was. The Dark Lord's power was forged through bloodshed, but what about this "Tom Riddle"?

Lukewood glanced at the unconscious Tonks.

If someone is so lenient with an Auror, they are not worth worrying about. Not to mention, the opponent didn't even disarm themselves; making such a basic mistake means they could be killed without anyone's fault!

He took a step forward, trying to shorten the distance between himself and Cyrus, and said with a puzzled look, "Sir—my ancestor Charles Lukwood was one of the guardians of ancient magic. Unfortunately, since him, no wizard in the Lukwood family has possessed the talent to learn ancient magic—"

"Over the course of hundreds of years, this part of the tradition has almost been lost. Even within the family, there are not many records. Otherwise, I would not have cooperated with the fairy."

Lukwood wore a regretful expression, and this regret was genuine. In fact, he himself had discovered the secrets of ancient magic by accident. It was as if Charles Lukwood had never intended to find an heir within his family in the first place.

"So, you don't have many useful clues?" Cyrus chuckled as he looked at Lukewood, as if he were watching a hilarious circus performance.

“Yes, sir, but I think—” Lukewood drew closer to Cyrus, his gaze growing dangerous, and the hand holding his wand involuntarily shrank behind his back.

He must defeat his enemy in one fell swoop!

It's best to attack from behind.

But how can you get the other person to expose their vulnerable back to you without any defenses?

He came up with a solution almost without much thought.

"Sir, while I can't provide much information, he! That lowly fairy! He found the manuscript of the great fairy Lanlock—that manuscript records the secrets of how to conquer ancient magic. If you could obtain it..."

Doklow seemed stunned by Lukwood, his bulging eyes widening so much that his wrinkled eyelids were almost completely squeezed out.

"traitor!"

"You traitor! Lukwood!"

"Betrayal of faith! Breaking the alliance and violating the agreement!"

"Shut up!" Lukewood was enraged. Before attacking Cyrus, he cast a silencing spell on Doklo. The ugly goblin could only open his mouth but could not make a sound. However, it was not hard to tell from his expression that he had cursed very rudely.

“What do you know? Only by following in the footsteps of the strong can you walk the right path!” Lukwood said. His gaze never left Cyrus, partly to prevent Cyrus from suddenly striking, and partly because he didn’t want to miss a chance.

Cyrus, however, stood up and, just as Lukewood had envisioned in his mind, walked past him toward Dolock, who was humbly prostrate on the ground.

His back was exposed to Lukewood's view. Lukewood let out a deep breath and raised his wand.

Green lightning was brewing at the tip of the wand!

Thank you, Emperor Xuan, for the 500-point reward! Thank you, boss!

Chapter 120 Dragon

“Mr. Lukwood”.

Just as Lukwood was about to cast a spell on Cyrus, Cyrus suddenly spoke up: "Do you think your spell is faster, or I can kill you faster?"

Cyrus said sarcastically without turning his head.

“Sir, I…” Lukewood was so frightened that he forgot to breathe, and the hand holding the wand trembled incessantly—but he never let go.

The howling wind along the coast seemed to have stopped, and even the waves seemed to have frozen. Lukewood felt that he could not hear a sound now; everything was still, except for his thoughts.

The terrifying man's movements seemed so slow to Lukewood at that moment—

He didn't turn around; he couldn't see anything.

Killing him will only take a moment—very quickly!

The voice of desire kept echoing in Lukwood's mind.

His talent was not outstanding from a young age, and he was originally not destined to inherit the Lukewood family. After graduating, he did not become a Death Eater—at least not to the point of being marked with the Dark Mark, which allowed him to escape death.

After his elder brother Augustus Lukwood was imprisoned in Azkaban due to the downfall of the Mystic, he naturally became the heir to the Lukwood family and coincidentally discovered the secret of ancient magic left by his ancestors.

If he could obtain ancient magic, his mediocre life might be changed, and he could no longer just follow behind someone, but become a leader himself!

It's easy; all it takes is a spell.

But what if we fail?

Lukewood couldn't help but wonder, what if his spell hadn't hit?

This man won't let him get away with it; no one will let go of an enemy who casts a death curse on them.

Lukewood's desire to back down grew stronger, and his arm trembled as if it were a ruler with one end held down and the other being turned.

But the hand lingered, as if a monster of desire had seized his arm, forcing him to attack Cyrus.

The Death Curse was finally completed.

At such close range, with the green light reflecting on the sea, even if the other party knew, they might not be able to escape it.

Just then, Cyrus suddenly turned around—

Lukewood's breath hitched, and the spell nearly collapsed. The Death Curse flew out uncontrollably, enveloping Cyrus in a ghostly green light.

However, Cyrus didn't even bother to dodge; he simply raised his hand and flicked the green curse away. The Killing Curse, like a green firework in the night sky, flickered and faded before falling into the sea.

Lukewood froze, then plopped down on the ground, looking as if he had lost his faith and his worldview had collapsed.

"You blocked the killing curse..."

The Killing Curse is powerful precisely because it has no counter-curse and is generally unblockable by spells. While summoning an object with a summoning charm to block the Killing Curse might be one thing, directly knocking it away with a wand...

"You call this a killing curse?" Cyrus was amused.

As the most terrifying of the three unforgivable curses, the Killing Curse cannot be released simply by reciting a spell.

In the original novel, "The Goblet of Fire," Barty Crouch Jr., disguised as Moody, said that if the Hogwarts students used the Killing Curse on him, it would probably only make him bleed from the nose at most.