Chapter 166 Cyrus: I Will Refuse to Die

Little Barty had a fanatical expression on his face, as if he had seen a follower of the evil god.

If most of the purebloods who followed Voldemort at first were for themselves, that is, for the interests of purebloods, then Little Barty was completely different. Whether he was pureblood or not was not important to him at all. What he valued was Voldemort's very similar experience with him and his strong personality charm!

Yes, Voldemort was also very charismatic, at least in the past.

For Voldemort's cause, he would not hesitate to sacrifice his life!

Of course, for a talent like Little Barty, Voldemort would not treat him as a consumable unless he had to.

A useful tool should stay for a long time.

"Of course I won't use your body, Barty." Voldemort said hoarsely, "You still have to be with me to restore the previous glory. On my way forward, I always need someone to accompany me!"

Of course, Voldemort would not really care about anyone's life. He only cared about himself.

However, for people like Barty Jr. who are loyal to him, he always has to use both power and kindness to make them feel that he is special to them. Only in this way will someone follow him wholeheartedly and even die for him!

It's like he once confided to Barty Jr. about his past. Did he really feel that Barty Jr. and he were in the same boat, so he couldn't help it?

No!

But he understood that for people like Barty Jr., the more points of empathy he found, the more he could make the other party become his servant wholeheartedly.

"I'm so glad that you are still by my side in this situation, Barty Jr." Voldemort's joy is real.

Barty Jr. is different from Pettigrew. He is a capable person. He has a strong talent for magic. He graduated more than ten years ago, and he already has the ability to be comparable to experienced Death Eaters like Bella. Even if he has not made any progress in these years, he is still a very capable assistant.

Not to mention——

"I will teach you a few tricks, Barty." Voldemort said proudly, "Then we will be resurrected. Of course, now you are back by my side, this matter is foolproof!

"But we should let those traitors know the fate of betrayers!"

"Of course, my great sir!" Little Barty said enthusiastically, "We should prepare a grand stage to welcome your new life! Let them know that you are still alive!"

——

"Pah!!! "

The air was like a bursting soap bubble.

Cyrus appeared on a dirty boat with Newt and Tina.

The moment he landed, Cyrus had cast the Disapparition spell, hiding the figures of the three people. As for the sound of the Disapparition, it was drowned by the waves of the sea.

Newt and Tina both felt a little nauseous.

On the one hand, they were old and their physical fitness was not as good as before. On the other hand, Cyrus cast multiple Disapparitions at once. After several twists and turns, he didn't even land on the ground. His body had not yet recovered its human form before he was pulled away again and rolled up again. Into the crack.

Tina suspected that her intestines were tangled.

She and Newt leaned on the mast and retched a few times. Cyrus casually set up a magic barrier to prevent them from being discovered.

But in the end, at this point, it doesn’t matter if they are discovered. They are just a few poachers. Can they be killed?

“Ugh——” Newt smoothed his chest and finally relieved the discomfort. Then he looked around. There was only one wizard guarding the deck. A ship like this does not need sailors and can sail in the sea by itself.

“It’s better to collect evidence of their crimes first, and then send them to Azkaban.” Newt said.

Cyrus didn’t care about Newt’s desire to send these people to Azkaban. Although poachers are hateful, they are not as deserving of death as some dark wizards.

But collecting evidence is a bit too troublesome.

Cyrus directly locked the space of the hull to prevent Apparition, and then raised his wand to the hull——

“Boom!!! "

The wooden door with magical protection was instantly blown to pieces!

The entire building above the deck of the ship was flattened by Cyrus in an instant!

The wizard who was watching the wind was also affected by the aftermath and fell into the sea from the observation deck.

Cyrus walked towards the stairs leading to the cabin without looking away. The poachers and the dark wizard inside naturally heard the noise and rushed up with their wands.

"Boy, are you an Auror?" The buyer's wizard asked, but the poacher didn't say a word and immediately threw a spell!

"Shattered into pieces! "

The blade came across like a crescent moon!

Cyrus didn't even look at it and casually picked up the spell.

Then he waved his hand and swung out an invisible whip, lashing the opponent's body!

Then the other wizard also reacted and hurriedly tried to raise his wand, but when he touched his waist, he found that his wand had disappeared without a trace.

When he looked up, he saw a small brown thing giggling and picking its teeth with his wand.

It was the Niffler that Newt had released before.

Poachers not only have to deal with fierce magical animals, but also have to deal with Aurors and dark wizards from various countries. In fact, they have both manpower and strength. At this moment, seven or eight wizards have emerged from the ground. However, because the passage is too narrow, they follow behind and dare not cast many spells to avoid hurting their companions in front.

But Cyrus has no such concerns.

He pointed his wand, and the transparent barrier was pushed out horizontally, knocking all these people away at once!

The wizards at the front fell backwards, and the ones behind rolled down like snowballs.

Cyrus kept holding back his strength. He didn't know how big the cabin was, so he didn't use too much force and hurt the magical animals instead.

Newt and Tina looked at each other. This was the easiest time for them to hunt poachers in all these years. Those fierce poachers sometimes even dared to hit the fire dragon, but in Cyrus's hands, they were like a mob.

"Transform quickly."

Cyrus conjured a rope and tied them all up, then walked to the depths of the cabin.

As expected, the traceless extension spell was cast inside. The space inside was about the size of a playground, and the smell was very unpleasant, mixed with animal feces and body odor, as well as the stench of blood. Cyrus suddenly smelled it, and felt that the smell rushed straight to his brain, giving him a hard punch on the back of his head!

"Sunlight flash!"

He first cast a spell on himself to block the stench, and then threw out a huge ball of light, which instantly ignited the cabin.

Rows of rusty steel cages were closely connected, and they were all full of scarred magical animals. Many of them looked like they were dying, especially a not-so-old dragon, whose throat was cut open and a tube was inserted into the wound, leading the dragon's blood to flow out non-stop.

It won't live long, and its eyes are as turbid as lotus root powder that has not been stirred, and it is blurred in its eyes.

"I'm afraid they've caught it for a long time and haven't been willing to sell it." Newt walked quickly to the dragon and put his hand on its cheek. In response, the dragon just raised its eyelids, seemed to feel tired again, and slowly closed its eyes.

This is very common.

On the one hand, it is not cost-effective to sell a dragon directly. On the other hand, since the British wizarding world has banned private dragon breeding, this is also a trouble. Not many people are willing to take risks.

In this case, it is better to directly draw the dragon's blood and transfer it to the black market. When the dragon dies, it will be skinned and skinned, every bone will be broken, the marrow will be sucked out, and every scale will be crushed into powder...

This will not be a low profit!

Newt's face was full of sorrow. He couldn't tell whether he was angry or sympathetic in his heart. He had seen too many such things.

Cyrus didn't have too many feelings. After all, as long as life is alive, it must be plundered. If the dragon has the opportunity, it may bite off the wizard's head.

He is not as emotional as Newt.

In order to live a better life, people even kill their own kind, let alone animals?

Under Newt's gentle touch, the dragon wailed, as if sobbing at fate.

"He won't live long."

"Not really, Mr. Scamander." Cyrus slowly walked to his side, or to the dragon's side, and squatted down.

Newt just looked at him, full of doubts.

Under his gaze, Cyrus reached out and pulled out the tube from the dragon's wound. The rough tube was pulled out of the dragon's body, and blood gushed out like a flood!

The dragon's numb body seemed to feel the pain again all of a sudden. Its eyes seemed to be clearer, and it raised its head and rolled and hit in the narrow cage.

It was like a last gasp.

"Heal quickly."

Cyrus picked up the wand. The wizard's spell can theoretically accomplish anything that potions can do, but it is only theoretical, otherwise potion science would not exist.

Many spells can only be achieved by truly powerful wizards!

Especially now, Cyrus's healing spell was as effective as white fresh essence. The dragon's wound seemed to have gone back in time. The rotten flesh began to surge, and fresh flesh grew. In the blink of an eye, the wound was completely healed!

Newt's eyes were glowing, but soon dimmed.

"Even if the wound heals, it can't save the life of this dragon."

The long-term bloodletting has depleted the dragon's vitality. Even if its body is healed, its life span has come to an end, and all it gets is a "healthy" corpse.

Not only dragons, there are almost hundreds of magical animals of various species here, and one-third of them are already at the end of their strength.

However, Cyrus raised his chin slightly.

"You are wrong, Mr. Scamander. How can it die without my permission?"

Under the surprised eyes of Newt and Tina, Cyrus cut his palm with a magic wand. The bright red blood seemed to flow like red crystals. The blood dripped on the dragon's lips and teeth, and immediately exuded a strong breath of life!

At this moment, Cyrus felt his heart beating violently, like a machine filled with oil in his chest!

After tasting the blood, the fire dragon's eyes seemed to become clearer. It staggered and stood up. Although it was still a little reluctant, it was obviously past the most dangerous moment.

"How is this possible?" Tina's eyes widened. Even for wizards, this was a dream. "How can a dead dragon be revived again?"

Newt also looked like he had seen a ghost. Was the blood in the body of this young wizard some kind of wine of immortality? Or was he simply a phoenix in human form?

But even if it was the tears of a phoenix, it could only heal injuries and treat poisons. How could a dragon that had lost so much vitality be revived?

Cyrus did not explain this in detail.

He naturally could not bring a dead thing back to life, but he could still pull a life that had not yet died back from the brink of death.

He clenched his palm, and the wound on his palm had begun to heal.

The dragon had not yet completely recovered its vitality, but Cyrus did not need to do anything else. After escaping danger, as long as it slowly recuperated, the lost life would naturally be replenished.

The dragon looked at Cyrus and made an intimate sound. Its narrow head poked out of the cage and rubbed Cyrus's trouser legs with dependence.

Newt was even more enthusiastic when he looked at Cyrus.

"How did you do it?"

He couldn't wait to ask, staring at Cyrus's palm, as if he wanted to study the 12 uses of Cyrus' blood.

Cyrus didn't need to care about the life and death of a fire dragon. He saved the fire dragon just to get closer to Newt. Cyrus didn't think highly of the old man's strength, but the animal friends he carried with him were Cyrus's target.

"You can save them!" Newt said excitedly, but soon he realized that it might not be so easy. If the blood of a fire dragon is too much, it will die, let alone a human?

"Are you okay?"

"A small amount of blood will not have much effect." Cyrus said softly.

In fact, there will be no effect at all.

The magic power of the Philosopher's Stone is endless. It only takes a breath to restore this blood, but Cyrus doesn't want Newt to ask him for blood when he is fine.

Then, they temporarily treated the rest of the magical animals, and then Cyrus took them all into his suitcase.

His suitcase was turned into a decoration by him with a spell, and he always wore it on his wrist.

Newt didn't mind it too much. He just hoped that these animals could be free or not be hurt.

He had rescued a lot of magical animals over the years, but very few of them stayed. Otherwise, even with his suitcase, he couldn't fit such a large number.

Cyrus had the same plan. He didn't plan to leave too many magical animals of the same kind. He planned to study the blood magic of magical animals, but he didn't plan to use them for cruel magic experiments, so he didn't need to leave too many samples.

"Tina and I plan to take these people to the Ministry of Magic and hand them over to the Aurors. I think you can go to Dorset later, we can talk and give these little guys a more complete treatment!"

Newt was very enthusiastic.

Cyrus's behavior dispelled the bad impression Newt had at the beginning because of the wanted order.

For someone like Newt, being someone who likes Fantastic Beasts is already a plus.

What bad intentions could such a person have?