Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

Without extremely strong killing intent, the Death Curse is merely a facade.

As for Lukwood's death curse—let's call it that for now—the moment Cyrus turned around, the murderous intent in Lukwood's heart vanished without a trace, leaving only fear.

If such a spell could kill, then black magic would be far too cheap.

“I warned you, Mr. Lukwood—” Cyrus’s words were colder than the seawater at night.

Of course, in reality, he never intended to let anyone present, except for Tonks, go.

The other dark wizards had cast killing curses on Cyrus from the start, and the goblins were no better. Cyrus didn't like killing, but he didn't mind cleaning up some filth and dust for the world.

He flicked his wand slightly, and a ball of fire burst forth from Lukewood's body. The intense flames engulfed him in an instant, transforming into a serpent that bared its fangs and devoured his eyes, burrowing into their sockets and burning Lukewood to ashes from the inside out!

Doklo and the other dark wizards watched in horror as the flames, after burning Lukwood to ashes, did not disappear but instead began to spread with the wind, instantly forming a circle that enveloped the entire tower.

Those dark wizards were also burned in the flames into withered ghosts, turning into wisps of smoke.

In the end, only Cyrus was still walking in the fire, while Tonks and Doklo lay in the flames, unable to move.

The reason for sparing Doklo's life was, of course, for the sake of the fairy Lanlock's manuscript.

In this world without fifth-grade transfer students, Cyrus didn't know whether the fairy who coveted ancient magic had succeeded, but since the other party was related to ancient magic, the information was valuable.

After Lukewood died, the silencing spell on Doklo also disappeared.

But this goblin was far more stubborn than Lukewood; even with death looming, he refused to back down.

Cyrus detested the fairies' greedy nature. They had fought many wars with wizards because they wanted to gain more rights and even coveted the wizards' wands.

Making wands is a unique skill of wizards, just like fairy artifacts.

These defeated warriors shamelessly demanded that wizards reveal how to make wands, while remaining completely silent about the goblin's forging techniques.

It's like a country across the Pacific asking you to hand over its technology and share it with the world, while keeping its own technology a secret. This greedy attitude is disgusting!

However, his current unyielding attitude impressed Cyrus.

In contrast, human nature is far too complex; some people are glorious and noble, while others are not even as good as rats in the sewers.

“Your name is Doklo?” Cyrus slowly walked up to the other man and half-squatted down. “Tell me where Lanlock’s manuscript is.”

"Don't even think about it——!"

"Since you're willing to make a deal with Mr. Lukwood, why not just make a deal with someone as powerful as me?" Cyrus retorted. "Judging from the way you fairies act, it seems you don't value ancient magic that much, do you?"

With a wave of his hand, all the wands of the dead dark wizards flew over and were lined up in front of Doklo.

"It's just a change of collaborator; it shouldn't make any difference to you."

No difference?

Doklo laughed sarcastically.

The difference is actually huge!

You see, they have no intention of giving up ancient magic!

If ancient magic is truly as powerful as described in Lanlock's manuscript, they naturally wouldn't be willing to give up this treasure!

However, the manuscript was difficult to decipher, which is why they made this deal with Lukewood. Moreover, they did not intend to actually give up the ancient magic, but planned to kill Lukewood and his party immediately after obtaining all the wands that Lukewood had promised!

They want the wand!

They won't give up ancient magic either!

But then Cyrus suddenly appeared, leaving Doklo somewhat at a loss.

Cyrus is clearly different from Lukwood; he is stronger.

And it's much stronger!

He dared not cooperate with Cyrus; the other party was beyond their control, and the risk was too great.

The best way is to eliminate them here!

The anxiety and cruelty flashing in Doklo's eyes made Cyrus feel uneasy.

"What are you waiting for?"

“We’re waiting for your death!” Doklo glanced up at the sky and said with a sinister grin.

Almost the instant he finished speaking, Cyrus felt the tower begin to tremble and shake. This solitary tower built on the sea cliff now seemed on the verge of collapse!

The next moment, a huge black shadow blocked the silver moonlight, and the shadow was projected down, as if it were a demon from hell!

Cyrus looked up and saw the devil's true face.

—A fully grown fire dragon!

The fire dragon bared its fangs, and scorching dragon fire poured down like a giant waterfall!

The flames, like flowing lava, engulfed the towering towers and flowed into the sea.

Chapter 121 Monster in the Clouds

Hot steam rose up, and the sea bubbled and gurgled like boiling water.

The flames died down, but the tower was gone.

The entire sea cliff now appears to be covered by a black shell, like scorched lava.

The ferocious fire dragon was still circling in the sky. Doklo sat on the dragon's icy back and looked down. He was almost certain that neither Cyrus nor that Auror could survive, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

They had laid an ambush on the fire dragon long ago, originally worried that Lukwood had brought too many men and they wouldn't be able to handle it. Now, it just so happens that it killed that terrifying man.

"Doklo, how many wands did you get?"

The one riding the fire dragon was another fairy, who had secretly raised this fire dragon since it was a child.

With their financial resources, smuggling a young fire dragon would be easy. And the silent silver whistle that Doklo played earlier was actually a whistle to summon the fire dragon, but it relied not on sound, but on magic.

"Only one—" Doklo looked a little awkward as he mentioned the wand.

The wand in his hand was a defective one given to him by Lukwood; it had been worn smooth by its previous owner, and the core was exposed.

The wands that Cyrus had just placed in front of him, which Doklo didn't have time to take away, have probably been burned to ashes by the fire dragon's flames.

"Those despicable wizards are truly hateful. They promised at least fifty wands, and they broke their promise," the goblin riding the fire dragon said indignantly, making no mention of their plan to kill Lukwood and his party.

“We knew from the beginning that wizards are not trustworthy,” Doklo said. “It’s just a pity we can’t decipher Lanlock’s manuscripts, we can’t break ancient magic, and the secret of Vault 12 will never be revealed to us—”

"It's enough to get the wand by using this secret. Our Fairy Brotherhood is determined to take more of the rights we deserve from the wizards!" another fairy said, glancing at the sky.

Perhaps the dragon's breath evaporated too much seawater, for the sky was covered by dark clouds, with flashes of purple light occasionally appearing in the heavy clouds, suggesting that a storm was imminent.

However, he quickly realized that the idea was a bit too absurd. No matter how powerful the fire dragon's breath was, it was impossible for it to create thunderclouds that could cover an entire sky.

“The weather at the seaside is always like this,” Doklow said. “We’d better hurry back. An Auror died here; it’s best not to let the Ministry of Magic find out that we were responsible.”

The other goblin nodded. They had done a lot of illegal things behind the scenes, and it wouldn't matter if they were discovered, but now was not the time to clash with the Ministry of Magic.

He pulled the magical reins, and the fire dragon immediately took flight.

The fire dragon, raised from a young age, is like an elephant; it has the ability to break free, but dares not make any further moves and can only obey.

"boom--"

Suddenly, a massive bolt of lightning tore through the night!

The torrential rain pounded down, and the rainwater slid down the dragon's rugged scales. The dragon seemed to sense something, and suddenly stopped, becoming very uneasy, twisting its body anxiously in the air.

"Quiet down, you beast!"

The fairy angrily whipped the dragon's back, while Doklo, holding a magic wand, recklessly conjured a whip and lashed it even more fiercely.

This is a Norwegian Spinosaurus, covered in wounds!

The dragon's skin possesses strong magic resistance, and its scales can also withstand non-magical physical attacks. At least, Muggle grenades cannot penetrate its scales. To deal with such a powerful magical creature, training must begin when it is young.

Young fire dragons, having learned their lesson, will remember the pain vividly. Even as adults, they dare not disobey orders.

But today's fire dragon seems a little different.

It was so restless that it refused to fly into the thunderclouds and instead kept roaring at them. Even whipping its wounds couldn't calm it down.

Doklo and another fairy were nearly thrown off by it several times, which made the fairy very angry at this moment.

"Doklo, you just got the wand, give this beast an Eye Strike and teach it a lesson!" he shouted, wiping the rain off his face as he grabbed the bone spikes on the dragon's back.

But Doklo didn't do that. He didn't feel sorry for the dragon at all; instead, he found it a bit strange.

"Adora, could there be something in the clouds?" he asked worriedly.

For some reason, Cyrus came to mind, and the thought of that handsome face made Doklo feel uneasy.

"Something?" The fairy known as Adora glanced curiously into the clouds, but saw nothing. However, if anything in England could create such vast, dark clouds, it could only be hordes of Soul Eaters!

"Has the search area been expanded to this area? If it's those guys, then we're in trouble..."

"No, it's not a Soul Eater!" Doklo suddenly shouted.

In the flash of lightning, he saw a golden shadow moving through the clouds.

"It's a Thunderbird!"

He screamed, his sharp voice piercing the rain!