Chapter 122: More cruel to one's own race

Tonks finally untied the rope on the back of her hand, and was thinking about how to break free from the rope on her body. Unexpectedly, the despicable goblin turned the attention of other dark wizards to her. At this moment, she didn't dare to act rashly.

"Slit her throat and smear the blood on the ground. The blood will reveal the traces of ancient magic in front of you." Doclo said with wide a grin.

This is the method recorded by Ranrok in the manuscript.

—Since it is invisible to the naked eye, use another color to depict the traces of ancient magic.

—The blood of wizards is the most suitable dye.

Hearing this, Cyrus was shocked, not because the goblins' cruelty to wizards opened his eyes, but because Rookwood and his few followers agreed that this plan was worth a try, and there was nothing wrong with it. There wasn't any resistance, as if this level is just common for them.

Sometimes the same race is more cruel to themselves than the different kind.

One of the dark wizards came out first, raising his wand above his head:

"Avada——"

Rookwood immediately grabbed his arm to prevent him from casting the killing curse.

"You can't kill him right away, otherwise the blood won't flow out. You have to keep him alive to drain the fresh blood!"

With that said, Rookwood pulled out a short knife from his sleeve with his backhand. Cyrus was surprised for a second that a wizard actually used a knife. The next second, he immediately discovered that there were runes engraved on the blade.

'This is an alchemical weapon, probably with special magic power.'

Rookwood grabbed the male auror (Tonks) by the collar and Cyrus saw that the blade was about to slit her throat.

Cyrus knew that he couldn't just watch now. If Tonks died in front of his eyes, even the time-turner wouldn't be able to save her.

He immediately swooped down, his figure like a black shadow flying across the night sky, and his sharp claws stabbed Rookwood's arm like a gun blade.

"Ah! -" Rookwood screamed and was knocked to the ground by Cyrus. The dagger in his hand also fell to the ground. The back of his right hand was dripping with blood, and even the white bones could be seen!

The blood dripped on the ground, actually turning a small piece of blue light into blood red.

But no one cared about seeing that. All the dark wizards, including Doclo, waved their wands without hesitation and shot out spells towards Cyrus.

The dazzling red light kept flashing on and off, passing through Cyrus's side.

Rookwood poured a large bottle of white juice onto the back of his hand in embarrassment, his eyes filled with bloody hatred: "Shoot down that eagle!"

Cyrus kept hovering 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.

She did not hesitate to shrink her body by one size so that the ropes around her body became loose.

Breaking free from the rope, Tonks immediately pounced on the wizard closest to her, trying to snatch the other's wand.

But it's obviously not that easy.

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

Rookwood didn't want the sacrifice in his hand to escape, so he immediately changed the target and shot a magic spell at Tonks:

"Stupefy!"

But he underestimated Tonks' strength.

After all, Tonks was trained by the legendary Mad-Eye Moody.

Someone as an Auror, will inevitably encounter the embarrassing situation of not having a wand in his hand. This is a required course for them.

Seeing the spell flying towards her, Tonks didn't even think about it. She immediately shrank her body behind the dark wizard she caught, using him as a shield.

The curse knocked the dark wizard unconscious. Tonks pulled the wand out of his hand without hesitation, rolled to the ground, dodged a few more curses, and raised her hand to attack Rookwood:

"Expelliarmus!"

The disarming spell missed, being counteracted by another dark wizard's spell. The remaining wizards and the goblin Doclo also gave up attacking Cyrus and focused their firepower on Tonks.

Those dark wizards did not realize that the eagle in the sky was an Animagus, they only thought it was an eagle with magical animal blood raised by Tonks.

"Shit! There are too many of them." Tonks was quickly suppressed and did not dare to show her face. She used the broken tower as a cover in embarrassment, but the spells of those dark wizards were like grenades, blowing the ancient building to pieces!

The strength gap between most Aurors and dark wizards is not very big, and even the elite among Aurors would find it difficult to deal with the siege of multiple dark wizards. Especially purebloods like Rookwood who have family heritage, their magic background is very deep.

Tonks was still too young and inexperienced compared to them.

When no one was looking Cyrus landed quietly, folded his wings, changed his appearance back, and stood on the towering stone pillar with elegance.

The silver moonlight and dark night became his background, the tips of his golden hair were swaying in the sea breeze, and his eyes were like fire!

He pressed the tip of the wand down, and in an instant, the dark wizards felt a powerful force coming from above their heads, like several heavy giant monsters stacked together and pressing down on their backs, that weight directly bent their knees and pushed everyone to the ground.

Tonks suddenly raised her head as if unaffected and looked at the handsome man under the night sky.

"...Tom Riddle?"

She thought it was Delis who finally came to rescue her, but she never expected that the person who appeared in front of her was Tom Riddle, whom they had never found before.

The appearance of the madman who attacked the Ministry of Magic seemed to have changed slightly, and his golden pupils made him look more majestic.

Tonks looked at Cyrus, feeling as if she was facing an enemy.

The man in front of her easily subdued so many dark wizards. She didn't know if Dumbledore had such terrifying strength, but she thought that at least Alastor Moody couldn't do this.

At the same time, she was also a little confused as to why the other party's spell didn't work on her.

"Tom Riddle..."

"Good evening, everyone," Cyrus said politely - it was indeed polite if you ignored the fact that he used powerful magic to force others to crawl in front of him.

"Who ...Who are you?"

Rookwood raised his head with difficulty, and it could be said that he was furious at this moment.

Everything was going nice but then suddenly, he was stabbed in the hand by an animal. Unexpected things happened one after another, and now a powerful wizard who he didn't know the details of suddenly appeared, overwhelming the whole group of them!

"My name is Cyrus."

Cyrus fell from the stone pillar lightly, like a weightless feather.

He walked among the towers full of traces of magic, passed over the maggots crawling on the ground, and came to the transparent door. Inside the door, the magnificent architecture of Gringotts can be vaguely seen.

Although he didn't try it, Cyrus knew that his magic could light up the ancient magical sigil in the door, and teleport directly to Gringotts from here. But without the key to Vault 12, even arriving at Gringotts would be meaningless.

Unless he intends to force his way in.

Cyrus was suddenly eager to try.

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

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