Chapter 121: Blood will guide the way

The sunset slowly sets, and the ocean on the other side of the horizon is like a large golden field of hope, like ears of rice constantly bowing their heads in the surging wind and waves.

The sky on the other side gradually darkened, filling the sky with the color of purple wisteria flowers. As time goes by, the color becomes darker and darker, until the sky is completely darkened and the pale yellow moon hangs.

After the end of August, the temperature has been dropping. Now it is almost October. The temperature on the seaside is not high and the sea breeze is cool.

"It's time to start the ceremony." Rookwood raised his head and glanced at the moonlight. Together with him, a total of nine black-robed wizards formed a circle, with the unconscious man (Tonks) lying in the center.

The goblin was standing further away. Only now did he take off his hood, revealing his ugly face. Most of the goblins looked similar to Cyrus, with very similar faces and personalities.

"Wake him up." Rookwood looked down at Tonks and said coldly.

One of the dark wizards immediately shot a red spark from his wand and hit Tonks, causing the unconscious Tonks to moan in pain subconsciously.

She woke up slowly, the pain in her body had not dissipated, and a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, but soon, Tonks forced herself to calm down. Although she was not an official Auror yet, she had already trained with Moody before.

Tonks glanced upward as hard as she could. She couldn't see much from that angle, especially now that it was night. Although the silver moonlight was bright, it cast a veil on everything around her.

She could hear the sound of waves and guessed that this place was probably on the beach. But Britain is an island country, with coastlines everywhere from the island of Great Britain to Northern Ireland.

"Where is this place..?"

She struggled, but to no avail.

Her whole body was tightly bound by magic ropes, and when she tried to break free, she looked like a giant maggot.

Although it was a bit out of place, Cyrus still found it a bit funny.

Cyrus stood on the broken stone pillar for a long time, so he opened and closed his wings a few times and moved around. At the same time, he was also preparing for a possible battle. Several hours passed without anyone noticing his presence.

In fact, he is already very conspicuous, but on such a lonely seaside, the rugged sea cliffs and dilapidated ruins have become his cover. There is nothing unusual about an eagle showing up here.

None of the nine dark wizards answered Tonks' question, they just lowered their heads and recited spells.

Cyrus didn't know how to describe it. Those spells were more like some kind of evil ritual, and the magical power hidden in this huge tower seemed to be awakened by the magic of the spells.

He saw the glittering blue light under the night light shining from the source - a crystal stone - spreading like water along a certain carving pattern until it covered the towering tower and wrapped around the nine dark wizards.

A translucent wall slowly emerged, and the appearance of the other side of the wall was not clear, as if it was separated by a thick layer of bubble film. In addition, there is a twisted coat of arms on it, like a wisp of silver smoke.

Cyrus took in all the changes in magic, but not everyone could see the traces of ancient magic. Even Cyrus didn't know if Voldemort had this talent, but now, he could indeed see the power of ancient magic.

Obviously, those dark wizards don't have this talent, and they can't see these changes.

"Doclo, you deceived me!" Rookwood immediately fired a magic spell at Doclo angrily.

The goblin named Doclo stood far away, and he still had the wand in his hand, so he had the time and ability to deal with the sudden attack. He pushed the incoming spell away with force, and then said sharply: "I said, only you wizards like to deceive."

"Then you'd better explain to me why there was no reaction at all!" Rookwood roared angrily, "Otherwise you will die here today with this Auror!"

After he finished speaking, the other eight dark wizards all picked up their wands and pointed them at Doclo.

The male Auror (Tonks) was lying on the ground without daring to say a word.

She just hoped that these people would start a dog-eat-dog fight so that she could find a chance to escape. But she soon realized that wasn't realistic.

Nine against one, the goblin can't cause any trouble to these dark wizards, and now that she doesn't even have a wand, she is also helpless to resist.

'It looks like I'm dead. ' Tonks sighed.

She no longer even expects "Delis" to come to save her. After all, at least six or seven hours have passed since she was caught, but Delis has never appeared. God knows where that guy has gone. 

'He definitely went to the Three Broomsticks to see the boss lady and got drunk! ' Tonks cursed in her mind.

However, she did not give up on herself, but turned over so that her face faced the night sky and pressed her hands behind her back.

She is a Metamorphmagus. Although she cannot directly transform into an animal with a huge size difference from a human like an animagus, she, as a mage skilled in disguise can also change its shape to a certain extent.

Her body at the moment is that of a strong man. As long as her arms become slimmer, she can break free from the rope. It just so happened that Doclo had attracted the attention of these dark wizards, giving Tonks a chance to operate.

In the dark night, only Cyrus could see her little movements clearly.

"You can't see any changes because you don't have this talent!!" Doclo said sarcastically. "Only very few people can be favored by the ancient magic. The difference between those favored people and you is like wizards and Muggles."

"How dare you compare us to those lowly Muggles?"

"You are just a dirty goblin and you dare to talk to us like this?"

The wizards were instantly angered. Even if they did not follow Voldemort and become Death Eaters, this does not mean that they are the group close to Muggles.

In fact, most pure-blood wizards are naturally arrogant towards Muggles, and even half-blood and even Muggle-born wizards have the same idea.

Cyrus believes that this is a common phenomenon, but this arrogance should not be about blood, but about ability. People with magical powers are special enough in themselves.

Of course, the important thing is that a person must not be blinded by arrogance and refuse to see the advantages and strengths of others in other aspects. If so, that's stupid.

Doclo wisely did not continue to irritate the nerves of these wizards. Some people had stood in high positions for a long time and gradually became unable to hear any unpleasant words.

"That's why I asked you to prepare a sacrifice——" Under his rough, wrinkled eyelids, he looked at Tonks with cruel eyes.

"Perhaps the blood can show you the way?"

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