Chapter 118: Even More Cruel than the Enemy Are the Same Kind

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 dared not act rashly.

"Cut her throat and smear the blood on the ground. The blood will show the traces of ancient magic in front of you." Doklo said with a grin.

This is the method recorded by Lanlock in the manuscript. Since it is invisible to the naked eye, use another color to depict the traces of ancient magic. And the blood of wizards is the most suitable dye.

Hearing this, Cyrus was shocked, not because the cruelty of the goblins to wizards opened his eyes, but because Rookwood and his followers agreed that this plan was worth a try, and there was no resistance at all, as if this degree was just sparse and normal for them.

Sometimes the same kind is more cruel than the different kind.

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

"Avada——"

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

"We can't kill him right away, or the blood won't flow out. We have to let him live to drain the blood!"

As he spoke, Rookwood pulled out a dagger from his sleeve. Cyrus was still surprised that a wizard like him would use a knife, but the next second he immediately discovered that there were runes engraved on the blade.

This is an alchemical weapon, most likely with special magic.

Rookwood grabbed Tonks' collar, and the blade was about to cut her throat.

Cyrus knew that he couldn't just watch now. If Tonks died in front of him, even the time converter would be unable to save her.

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

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

The blood dripped onto the ground, and it actually turned a small piece of blue light into blood red.

But no one cared about this now. All the dark wizards, including Doklo, waved their wands without hesitation, and shot spells at Cyrus one after another.

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

Rookwood poured a large bottle of white fresh on the back of his hand in a panic, his eyes full of bloody hatred: "Shoot down that eagle!"

Cyrus kept circling in the air, avoiding dense spells.

Tonks was also very surprised by Cyrus's appearance, but she at least knew that now was her chance.

She shrunk her body by one size without hesitation, so that the ropes on her body became loose. After breaking free from the ropes, Tonks immediately pounced on the wizard closest to her, trying to snatch the other's wand.

But this was obviously not that easy.

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

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

"Stupe!"

But he underestimated Tonks's strength.

After all, Tonks was trained by the legendary Auror. As an Auror, it is inevitable to encounter the embarrassing situation of not having a wand in hand. This is their compulsory course.

Looking at the flying spell, Tonks didn't think about it and immediately shrank behind the dark wizard she caught, using him as a shield.

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

"Disarm you!"

The disarming spell did not hit and was offset by the spell of another dark wizard. The other wizards and the goblin Doklo also gave up attacking Cyrus and concentrated their firepower on Tonks.

Those dark wizards had not yet realized that the eagle in the sky was an Animagus. They only thought that it was an eagle with magical animal bloodline raised by Tonks.

Tonks was soon suppressed and dared not show her head. She used the broken tower as a cover, but the spells of those dark wizards were like grenades, blowing the ancient building into pieces!

The gap in strength between most Aurors and dark wizards is not very large. Even the elite among Aurors find it difficult to deal with the siege of multiple dark wizards. Especially pure bloods like Rookwood who have family inheritance, their magic foundation is very deep. Tonks is still too green compared to them.

Cyrus fell quietly, his wings folded, and his feet stood on the towering stone pillars.

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

He pressed the tip of his wand downwards, and instantly, the dark wizards felt a powerful force coming from above their heads, as if several heavy giants were stacked together and pressed on their backs, bending their knees directly and pressing everyone to the ground.

Tonks suddenly raised her head as if she was not affected, looking at the dark night under the night sky.

"...Tom Riddle?"

She thought that Dawlish had finally come to save her, but she never dreamed that the person who appeared in front of her was Tom Riddle, whom they had never found before.

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

Tonks looked at Cyrus and immediately felt as if she was facing a great 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 it.

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

"Tom Riddle..."

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

"Who are you?"

Rookwood raised his head with difficulty. At this moment, he could be said to be furious.

Being stabbed by an animal would be fine, but unexpectedly, there were changes one after another, and now a powerful wizard whose background was unknown suddenly appeared, and they were all overwhelmed.

"My name is Cyrus."

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

He walked in the tower full of traces of magic, passed the maggots crawling on the ground, and came to the transparent door. Inside the door, the magnificent building of Gringotts was vaguely visible.

Although he did not try, Cyrus knew that his magic power could light up the ancient magic emblem in the door and teleport directly to Gringotts from here. But without the key to vault No. 12, it would be meaningless even if he arrived at Gringotts.

Unless he planned to force his way in.

Cyrus suddenly became eager to try.

This Gringotts, Voldemort could break into it, but I, Cyrus, couldn't?