Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

An ancient door appeared before Cyrus's eyes.

Chapter 131 Vault

It was a bronze metal door, protected by magic.

If we were to forcefully break it open, it would likely require an extremely powerful spell, which could cause the underground cavern to collapse.

Pull-ring opened the vault door with the key, then put the key back in his pocket and gestured for Cyrus to proceed.

Cyrus went inside, and the vault was empty.

"Really nothing here?" He knew that the small vault in front of him was just a cover, but he thought that at least four guardians of ancient magic would leave some other, less important treasures here.

However, he soon realized that it wasn't that they hadn't stored the treasures, but that the treasures had all been taken away by others.

Because there were black marks on the ground and walls, even though it was over a hundred years old, Cyrus could still recognize them as traces of blood.

By the way, Lanlock came in.

Cyrus thought to himself.

Using the blood of living people to trace the origins of ancient magic was a technique Lanlock himself recorded in his manuscripts. Even in this world without the protagonist of *The Legacy*, he still managed to gain access to the vault.

However, Cyrus also knew that the Guardians would never allow him to obtain ancient magic.

"Sir, I'll wait for you outside."

Pull-ring said something and was about to leave, but Cyrus stopped him.

“Why go through all that trouble, Mr. Pull Ring?” Cyrus didn’t turn to look at him, but stared at the blood-stained, now blackened wall.

"Sir, I don't understand what you mean?"

“Don’t understand? I bet you goblin hordes have already boarded every cart that can reach this vault, and are planning to storm in, aren’t you?” Cyrus said softly.

Fairies were no threat to him.

He drew his wand, and at this moment, there was no need for disguise; he simply reverted to his original form.

"You are, Tom Riddle?" Rapunzel's pupils contracted.

"I'll give you a chance." Cyrus's wand flashed through the air, followed by a shimmering blue light that spread out like mist. The pull ring instinctively tried to dodge, but the light caused no harm.

On the contrary, under this magic, the black wall disappeared, and a new, vast dark space appeared in front of the pull ring.

"This is……"

His eyes widened in disbelief; he never dreamed that there was another secret vault within the secret vault.

“This is a gladiatorial arena.” Cyrus stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the pull ring. His eyes were burning, but he looked extremely cold.

In reality, the huge black space behind him was still not the place where ancient magic was stored. He would still need to go through some tests to see the four founders.

Cyrus didn't want too much trouble, so he decided to solve the trial and the fairy at the same time!

Pull-ring seemed to still be in shock and fear of Cyrus, so much so that he didn't dare to move, while Cyrus still walked confidently into the dark space.

It was very vast, and he couldn't see anything when he looked up, but he guessed there was at least a ceiling, because there were round stone pillars everywhere in the space that were wider than a human body.

It's as if they're supporting the entire ground.

Cyrus walked in the darkness. In the boundless darkness, only he saw a white light, which rose from the ground and took shape like mist swept away by the wind.

He came to the center of that light—

"His true colors are revealed!"

The light immediately spread outwards, but the cave did not become brighter as a result.

In fact, the only thing that had changed was the ground beneath Cyrus's feet. It had originally been gray rock and soil, but now it had turned into something that looked like a frozen ice surface.

Beneath the black ice, rows of kneeling knight statues lie quietly asleep.

This is another difference from the game. In the game, there are only a few stone statues under the ice, but here there are at least dozens of stone statues, enough to form an army.

Cyrus stood in the center of the darkness, looking contemptuously at the short and solitary pull ring. Then, he simply closed his eyes to rest, completely ignoring the pull ring.

Pull-Ring was extremely tense at this moment. Cyrus's recent exploits had demonstrated his strength. Especially noteworthy was his recent feat of single-handedly slaying a fire dragon on the Scottish Highlands coast!

It's important to know that it may take several well-trained dragon tamers to subdue a fire dragon, and not just by defeating it head-on. They usually use Eye Strike Charms to attack the dragon's eyes, and as for spells, most of them cannot penetrate the dragon's skin.

Such a powerful wizard could easily kill him.

However, he is not yet in despair; at least this "Tom Riddle" is too arrogant.

Pull-Ring couldn't see the changes beneath Cyrus's feet, nor the neatly arrayed stone knights beneath the ice. He only assumed Cyrus intended to fight all the goblins alone, a move he considered foolish and suicidal!

Even if a fairy is weak, she is still strong enough to wage war against a wizard.

Over the past century, the goblins have also reforged many magical artifacts. A fully armed goblin army would require the British Ministry of Magic to deploy all its Aurors to fight against them!

Do you want to fight them alone?

Do you think you're Dumbledore, or do you think you're Mysterio?

ridiculous!

A cruel smile appeared on the pull ring's face.

Once Bodrick arrives with his army of fairies, Tom Riddle will surely die!

Pulling the ring anxiously, he waited for what seemed like an eternity before a distant, rumbling sound came from outside the vault. He grew excited; it was the sound of iron wheels scraping against metal rails.

His reinforcements have arrived.

Bodrick was a leader with considerable courage. Clad in armor, he led the charge into the vault, looking quite menacing. Although not tall, his ghostly face certainly instilled fear in others.

Cyrus opened his eyes and saw that Rakan had quickly shrunk behind Bodrick and was whispering something. The sound of carts being pushed outside the door had not stopped yet, and one fairy after another poured into the door.

Their skin was yellowish-green, and to Cyrus they looked like a swarm of greedy and unrestrained locusts!

“So, you are Tom Riddle!” Bodrick took a step forward arrogantly, his tone contemptuous. “You are the one who killed my brothers Doklo and Adora!”

Cyrus frowned:

“Call me Cyrus, Mr. Fairy, I don’t like that name.”

“I don’t care what your name is, because you’re going to die here. Do you expect me to build you a tombstone?” Bodrick sneered.

"Do it!"

Chapter 132 The Fairy's Great Defeat

Bodrick's arms were very long, almost two-thirds the length of his entire body. Despite his short stature, his hands were larger than average.

At that moment, the fan-like hand swung down, and the fairies behind him immediately received the order to charge, rushing forward with their weapons raised and screaming.

They passed through the narrow bronze door, through the vanished wall, and surged into the vast, dark space like a swarm of insects. Bodrick, almost as if Cyrus were dead, surveyed the immense space with a satisfied expression.

"There's such a secret vault in Vault 12! Lanlock's records were indeed correct. Perfect, we'll use this wizard's blood to find the power of ancient magic!"

His cross-eyed eyes were filled with cruelty; the wizard's life was worthless to him.

However, this was exactly the same for Cyrus; he felt no guilt whatsoever for killing the fairy.

Leprechaun?

That sounds nice, but actually, these guys should be called goblins.

A cunning, greedy, and cruel monster.

These hideous little demons charged at Cyrus one after another, their eyes bloodshot, as if they wanted to tear Cyrus to pieces, drink his blood, and chew his flesh.

Most of the fairies wore light armor with some magic resistance and carried silver weapons, while a small number of fairies held wands and unleashed magic.

"Are all the actors here? Then let the curtain rise." Cyrus's wand gracefully traced an "r" shape in the air, casting his true form while simultaneously deflecting the fairies' spells.

"Rumble--"

After he released his magic, the knights beneath the ice surface suddenly appeared in this dark space like reflections. They were solemn and dignified, carrying an ancient aura, as if they had been here for thousands of years.

The charging fairies could never have imagined that so many stone statues would appear here, especially since they appeared in their path without warning. Many fairies were tripped by the statues and rolled around like balls.

"What's going on? Where did these stone statues come from?" Bodrick's eyes widened.

"What? Didn't Lanlock mention it in his manuscript?" Cyrus chuckled. He had read Lanlock's manuscript and knew that it did not record what happened after Lanlock entered the secret vault.

In fact, after that, Lanlock disappeared with his secret and the fairy artifact. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so despised by the fairies.

Cyrus unleashed a spell into the air, an enhanced version of the fluorescent flashing spell, Ultimate Fluorescent Flash.

The white ball of light flew out and hovered in the air. It was very bright, like the cold sun in winter, instantly illuminating the entire dark cave.

The fairies were blinded by the sudden burst of light and blinked unnaturally. Under the light, the knights' bodies and their shadows beneath the ice slowly overlapped.

"Crackling——"

They came back to life, their stiff sounds echoing through the vault, and fine stone chips scattered from their joints.

Cyrus even put away his wand, crossed his arms, and smirked: "Should I say something at a time like this—"

He gracefully raised his hands, as if conducting a musical piece:

"Stone blocks are being deployed."