Hogwarts: Oh no, I've become Voldemort!

The knights drew their longswords!

They are guardians, powerful warriors, and emotionless machines. Anyone who breaks into this secret vault, no matter who they are, becomes a target of attack.

Clearly, fairies make up the majority of the population at this moment.

Cyrus chuckled softly, and without turning his head, he transformed the weapon of the knight behind him, who was about to cleave him in two with a stone axe, into a bundle. Then, he silently turned into a wisp of black smoke and soared into the black dome.

He vanished, leaving the battlefield to the fairies and statues.

Bodrick thought the statues were a trick by Cyrus.

"No wonder that despicable wizard dared to fight us!" he cursed through gritted teeth, commanding his men to engage the knights. "Smash them all!"

In an instant, the secret vault was filled with the sounds of metal clashing against rocks.

The fairies smashed the knights' legs with hammers, while the knights pierced the fairies' bodies with sharp weapons, lifting them high and then slamming them down!

They swung their axes to cut off the goblin's head, cleaved the goblin's chest with their blades, and crushed the goblin's head with their feet!

Blood covered the uneven ice surface.

The enormous casualties shook Bodrick; he felt fear, and his body trembled. But he had no intention of giving up so easily.

"Calm down, Bodrick. These are necessary sacrifices. We fairies must pay the price with our lives to reclaim our rights. Ancient magic is of paramount importance!"

"Hold on, brothers!" Bodrick shouted, but he himself pretended to fight while dodging the knights. "We outnumber them!"

Sacrifice is necessary, but sacrificing oneself is not.

“But, Lord Bodrick, they are repairing themselves!” one of the fairies said in fear.

Bodrick then noticed that the knights whose legs had been broken soon stood up again, and the flying rubble and severed limbs seemed to have returned to their bodies as if time had reversed.

If this continues, it will never end.

Fairies don't come back to life.

"That despicable wizard, resorting to such tricks!"

"Find that despicable wizard and kill him! The magic will be broken!"

For wizards, death means the dissipation of magic. Bodrick believed that these statues were summoned by Cyrus, so all he needed to do was find Cyrus and kill him to stop it all.

His cross-eyed eyes began searching for Cyrus's whereabouts.

However, Cyrus had already taken to mid-air during the initial chaos, when the sky was still dark. He was currently somewhere between having a physical form and being shrouded in black smoke. Voldemort's flying spell was indeed very useful.

It just looks a bit too evil, all dark and gloomy.

Bodrick couldn't find Cyrus's whereabouts, and as the number of fairies dwindled, he suddenly didn't know what to do. It all felt like a dream; so many of them had besieged a wizard, and he was supposed to win, obtain ancient magic, and become the fairy hero.

But now——

All he could hear were the screams and wails of the fairies in agony.

"It can't possibly end like this... I must be dreaming, yes, I'm dreaming."

He muttered to himself, trying to deceive himself with the dream, but something flew out of nowhere and hit him hard on the head, the pain reminding him that this was not a dream.

Bodrick opened his eyes and saw a rugged, ugly head rolling around at his feet.

The head stopped, standing upright, its eyes still open, the eyeballs bulging outwards from the impact, hanging on its pointed nose.

His mouth was open, dripping with blood, as if he were about to express his resentment.

Chapter 133 The Secret of the Pensieve

At this moment, Bodrick's mind was no longer capable of holding any ancient magic, nor did he think about the wonderful life the fairies would lead after defeating the wizards and ruling over them, enslaving the female wizards.

At this moment, all he wanted was to escape this hell!

And that's exactly what he did.

He fled in panic toward the entrance to the vault, and in his haste, he stepped on an arm and tripped.

But he didn't have time to get up. Instead, he used both his hands and feet—which was no problem for a fairy whose arms were almost dragging on the ground—like a wild dog with its tail between its legs.

Fearing he was running too slowly, Bodrick frantically scrambled up and down, removing his heavy armor as he did so.

Behind him, the fairies were still fighting.

He dared not make a sound, otherwise the goblins would discover that he had become a fleeing rat, and they would immediately abandon their fight with the knights and turn to tear him to pieces.

He knew better than anyone how cruel fairies could be.

He was in a sorry state, but he finally got close to the bronze door. A miserable smile appeared on Bodrick's face as he reached out his hand towards the narrow metal door.

That's practically the narrow gate of salvation in the Bible.

He could even see an invisible light shining outside the door, and he would be saved if he went through it.

But just as his fingertips were about to touch the door, it closed.

Before the smile on Bodrick's face could even fade, he froze, staring at the handsome wizard who was looking at him with a broad smile.

The metal door emitted a rumbling sound as its mechanisms whirred, so inconspicuous yet so jarring amidst the deafening shouts of battle not far away.

"Where are you going, Mr. Fairy?" Cyrus asked coldly.

The light in Bodrick's heart went out.

"Sir, please..."

He knelt before Cyrus almost without hesitation, his face filled with sorrowful pleading. He reached out, trying to grab Cyrus's trouser leg, but Cyrus took a step back.

He was not happy about the filthy insects crawling on his body.

"Good night, sir." Cyrus flicked his wand in mid-air, and Bodrick's head involuntarily turned to one side.

"Click——"

Its cervical spine shattered into powder instantly.

Cyrus showed no sympathy; he wasn't killing an innocent person, it was a war between races.

His golden eyes gazed at the battlefield within the secret vault. The fairies were already bloodthirsty, and the knights' healing magic was being repeatedly triggered, constantly depleting their mana.

In the end, less than one-tenth of the remaining fairies survived, and their fighting spirit had been completely worn down. More importantly, it had been discovered that their leader had disappeared without a trace.

They lost their will to fight and began to retreat, even though the knights were already badly wounded.

The spells on many knights seemed to still be in effect; their shattered remains were pieced back together, and they moved forward again, only to collapse after a few steps, scattering like building blocks that had lost their support after a piece was removed.

The place finally quieted down, the flickering light dimmed, and darkness descended once more.

This time, however, Cyrus will use flames to light it.

"Fierce Fire!"

He held a flame in his hand, and the unruly fire was as docile as a harmless cat in his palm.

However, when Cyrus tilted his palm down, the flames immediately flowed down like lava. They instantly revealed their true, terrifying form, and the monsters within the flames let out silent roars.

Under the raging flames, neither knights nor fairies could escape the fate of being burned to ashes. Whether it was the indistinguishable limbs or the fairies struggling in the fire as if trying to tear their own skin apart, in the end, nothing was left.

Cyrus stepped over the flames and saw a flowing trail guiding his way.

This trace extends into the deepest part of the darkness, and is the only guide to that true secret vault.

He slowly walked into the darkness.

Beside him, countless identical white stone pillars stood tall, a dazzling sight. Cyrus glanced back; the battlefield had vanished into the darkness.

The scenery was exactly the same everywhere, making it impossible to distinguish between them.

Those who cannot see the traces of ancient magic will be lost in this dark space even if they defeat the knight.

But for Cyrus, it was just a maze with the correct path marked.

He walked for a long time until he saw a huge, three-dimensional spiral symbol. He picked up his wand and touched it, and the symbol seemed to dissolve into the ground, then immediately surged up and turned into a door.

The true secret vault was finally revealed to Cyrus.

Cyrus passed through the door and entered a magnificent hall.

It's very tall here, the whole room is circular, and the walls are carved with very detailed and ornate patterns, making it look more like a church than a vault.

Even if you just dismantle a small part of the buildings here, it would probably be enough for the Weasley family to take a trip to Africa.

But what truly attracted Cyrus's attention was not these superficial riches, but knowledge and power!

He stood on the solid ground that resembled water. In the center of the hall, at the heart of the magically flowing water, was something that looked like a pool, but in reality, it was a meditation basin.

The basin contains water that can bring memories to light, and the memories of the four guardians float quietly above the meditation basin.

This seems to be nothing special—

A single levitation spell is all it takes; even the most inept wizard could do it. That is, assuming the four guardians have been dead for centuries.

Generally speaking, when a spellcaster dies, their magic also disappears.

After Voldemort was completely defeated, his curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts disappeared; after the Potters died, the Faithful Charm also lost its effect. This is because when the caster disappears, their spells lose their source of magic.

However, there are many exceptions, the most familiar example being Hogwarts.

This ancient castle has existed for a thousand years, but its creators, the four giants, have long since died. Yet, to this day, the castle's magic shows no signs of dissipating.