Chapter 116 Rookwood

The killing curse was like green lightning, piercing through the psychedelic shadow in an instant and heading straight for Cyrus' chest!

The green light suddenly occupied Cyrus's entire pupil! His heart was startled, and he did not move as if he could not distinguish between illusion and reality, until the curse hit his chest.

He flew out like a huge shabby puppet and rolled silently on the ground.

About seven or eight black-robed wizards walked out slowly. They probably did not expect it to be so smooth, and each of them was very surprised.

"I thought this Auror would be a big trouble, but I didn't expect it to be solved so easily."

"Humph, if he was hit by the killing curse, even Albus Dumbledore would die. What is an Auror?" One of the wizards sneered, "These idiots in the Ministry of Magic think we don't know they are watching?"

"What a pity, if we didn't just need a sacrifice, you could live a little longer."

"What about the body?"

"Of course, leave it here and let the Ministry of Magic clean it up." Another black wizard laughed cruelly.

Anyway, they didn't reveal anything, which was equivalent to a hard slap in the face to the Ministry of Magic, and the people in the Ministry of Magic still thought that it was goblins causing trouble!

"Let's go."

The wizards Apparated at the same time, and the air suddenly made a series of noises as if a bunch of firecrackers were suddenly lit!

The forest was silent all of a sudden, and only life seemed to be shouting silently, and - a loud cry of an eagle!

The golden bird circled and landed on the ground, turning into the figure of Cyrus. And the skin of Cyrus, who was lying on the ground and had no breath of life, suddenly tore open, and then turned brown, and merged with the wet soil.

From beginning to end, the wizards killed only the clay dolls that Cyrus had transformed. He had long discovered that someone was following him, and the moment he entered the jungle, he took advantage of the other party's blind spot to turn into an eagle, and at the same time transformed into another self.

He didn't take the seven or eight dark wizards seriously, but it had been too long since Tonks disappeared, and Cyrus couldn't accurately determine where they were going to Apparate. If there was a slight error, he might not be able to save Tonks in time.

So Cyrus played such a play.

Now, he knew where the so-called ruins were located -

The magic of Apparate in the air had not dissipated yet, and he only needed to follow the traces to find the location. He closed his eyes and felt a hook pulling out of his belly button, and he felt dizzy as if he was stuffed into a washing machine.

The next moment, the humid air hit Cyrus' face.

"Wow -"

The sound of waves came and went, echoing continuously.

"Is this the seaside?"

Cyrus shook his dizzy brain gently, and found himself in a somewhat humid cave at the moment. The cave was very shallow, about two or three meters deep.

He walked out of the cave slowly, and was greeted by strong light and the whistling salty sea breeze. After walking through the cave entrance, Cyrus knew exactly where he was.

In the distance, the ruins of a tower leaning against a wave-eroded cliff suddenly appeared in front of him. The surging sea water washed the steep cliffs, leaving many sea caves. The cave behind him was a sea cave, and along the cliffs, there was a winding corridor.

Like the tower, this winding long road was also covered with traces of time, with messy dead grass growing wildly and damaged everywhere, as if a tragic battle had taken place here.

"Is this... the ruins that lead to Gringotts in "Legacy"? "Cyrus recognized this place at a glance, which made him excited. Maybe he can really get clues related to ancient magic from these people and goblins.

There was almost no shelter between the corridors leading to the tower, and he saw that the dark wizards who attacked him had walked far away.

Cyrus didn't want to alert the enemy, so he turned into a golden eagle and flew directly over the coast, landing on a broken stone pillar in the ruins of the tower.

He looked down and saw an unconscious man tied up and thrown on the ground.

Man?

Cyrus was stunned for a moment, then realized that this was the appearance of Tonks. Still alive, it seems that Cyrus doesn't need to use the time converter.

'She is quite vigilant and knows to change into another appearance before tracking. '

Seeing that Tonks is fine for the time being, Cyrus is not in a hurry to show up. He observes whether there are any traces of ancient magic around and eavesdrops on the conversations of the dark wizards and goblins.

There is almost nothing left of the tower. There are still some murals on the remaining stone walls, carving the miracles that the ancient wizards once left here. The only intact building is the wizard statue on the platform on the east side, but in fact there is no special mystery in the statue.

"According to Lanlock's records, the door to ancient magic is hidden in this relic. I believe that as long as we complete the ritual, we can open the door." The goblin tightly grasped the broken wand - if it weren't for the hair of a magical animal sticking out of its broken interior, it would look more like a broken branch.

"Ancient magic -"

The man standing in the center of the tower seemed to be the leader of this gang of dark wizards. He was also wearing a black wizard robe, but he was wearing a metal mask on his face. When he heard the words "ancient magic", it was like hearing some beautiful melody.

He took a deep breath, and the expression under the mask seemed to be intoxicated, but soon, his expression changed and he asked sternly: "But, Doklo, how do I know if the people of your goblin brotherhood have deceived us?"

"Cheat? Only wizards will deceive each other!" Doklo said sarcastically, and at the same time he realized something and roared, "Radwan Rookwood, do you want to break the agreement?"

Rookwood?

Cyrus, who was staying on the ruins, turned his head and confirmed that the surname he heard was "Rookwood". He once again looked at the man with the mask on his face.

Before this, he had specifically sought out August Rookwood, who was imprisoned in Azkaban, in order to find out the key to Vault No. 12 or other information about ancient magic. Unexpectedly, Rookwood knew nothing about ancient magic, but the guy who suddenly appeared in front of him knew the secret.

His eyes stayed on the part of the other party that was not completely covered by the mask. His lips and jawline seemed to overlap with the pathetic Death Eater in Azkaban.

Obviously, they were indeed related by blood.

The man in front of him was probably another branch of the Rookwood family, the one that did not follow Voldemort's footsteps to destruction.

"Don't worry, don't think of us as so despicable." Radwan Rookwood said, "You goblins want wands, and I want to get ancient magic. Our goals are not conflicting, and we can even say that they are completely consistent, right?"

He took a step forward, walked to the center of the tower, and opened his arms vigorously.

The sea under the setting sun, some kind of power seems to be sinking, and it seems that something is about to surge, like the rising silver moon.

Thank you, Jiang Xueluo for the 100-point reward, thank you big brother!

I thought that on the weekend, with three updates, more people would read it, but I didn't expect that there would be no updates at all. Woohoo, I will continue with three updates today, and only two updates tomorrow