Chapter 133 The Secret of the Pensieve

Bodrick's mind was no longer able to hold any ancient magic at this moment, nor did he think about the wonderful life of goblins ruling wizards and enslaving wizard women after defeating wizards.

At this moment, he just wanted to escape from this hell!

And he did so.

He hurriedly fled to the entrance of the vault, and in a panic he stepped on an arm and fell.

But he had no time to get up, so he used his hands and feet - this was not difficult for a goblin whose arm was about to drag on the ground - like a wild dog with its tail between its legs.

Bodrick was afraid that he would run too slowly, so he hurriedly took off his heavy armor while crawling.

Behind him, the goblins were still fighting.

He didn't dare to make any sound, otherwise the goblins would find that he had become a fleeing rat, and they would immediately give up fighting with the knights and turn to tear him apart.

He knew the cruelty of goblins better than anyone else.

He was in a state of disgrace, but he finally approached the copper door. Bodrick showed a miserable smile on his face, and his palm reached out to the narrow metal door.

That was exactly the narrow door of salvation in the Bible.

He could even see invisible light shining outside the door. As long as he passed through, he would be saved.

But just when his fingertips were about to touch the door, the door closed.

The smile on Bodrick's face didn't even have time to disappear. He froze in place, watching the handsome wizard looking at him with a smile on his face.

The roar of the mechanism inside the metal door was so inconspicuous and so harsh in the earth-shaking shouts not far away.

"Where are you going, Mr. Goblin?" Cyrus asked coldly.

The light in Bodrick's heart went out.

"Sir, please..."

He knelt in front of Cyrus without any hesitation, with a sad plea on his face. He reached out and tried to grab Cyrus's trouser legs, but Cyrus took a step back.

He was unwilling to have dirty bugs crawling on his body.

"Good night, sir." Cyrus raised his wand in the air, and Bodrick's head twisted to one side uncontrollably.

"Crack--"

Its cervical vertebrae instantly shattered into powder.

Cyrus had no sympathy. He was not killing an innocent person. This was a war between races.

His golden pupils looked at the battlefield in the secret library. The goblins were already killing red-eyed, and the repair magic in the knights' bodies was constantly consuming magic power during the repeated triggering process.

In the end, only one in ten of the remaining goblins remained, and their fighting spirit had been exhausted. More importantly, someone had discovered that their leader had disappeared at some point.

They lost their will to fight and began to retreat, even though the knights were already in ruins.

The spells on many knights seemed to still be in effect. The broken bodies were pieced together again. They moved forward again, but collapsed after a few steps, like a building block that lost its support and scattered all over the ground after a piece was taken away.

It was finally quiet here, and the flickering light dimmed, and darkness came again.

But this time, Cyrus wanted to light it with fire.

"Li Huo!"

He held the fire in his hand, and the perverse Li Huo was like a harmless cat in his palm.

However, when Cyrus tilted his palm down, the fire immediately flowed like magma. They immediately revealed the terrifying appearance they should have, and the monster in the fire let out a silent roar.

Under the Li Huo, whether it was a knight or a goblin, they could not escape the fate of burning. Those limbs that could no longer be distinguished, or those goblins struggling in the fire, as if they were about to tear their skin apart, in the end nothing was left.

Cyrus stepped over the fire, and he saw a flowing trace guiding his way forward.

This trace extends to the deepest part of the darkness, and is the only guide to the real secret vault.

He walked slowly into the darkness.

On his side, countless identical white stone pillars stood, dazzling the eyes. Cyrus looked back, and the battlefield just now had disappeared into the darkness.

The scenery was exactly the same everywhere, and it was impossible to distinguish.

If someone could not see the traces of ancient magic, even if he defeated the knight, he would get lost in this dark space.

But for Cyrus, this was just a maze with the right path marked.

He walked for a long time until he saw a huge three-dimensional spiral symbol. He picked up the wand and tapped it, and the symbol seemed to dissolve into the ground, and then it immediately surged and turned into a door.

The real secret vault finally appeared in front of Cyrus.

Cyrus walked through the door and came to a gorgeous auditorium.

It was very high here, and the whole room was round. The walls were carved with very detailed and gorgeous patterns, which looked like a church rather than a vault.

Even if a few of the buildings here were demolished, it would probably be enough for the Weasley family to travel to Africa.

But what really attracted Cyrus's attention was not the superficial wealth, but knowledge and power!

He stepped on the ground as solid as the surface of water. In the center of the hall, which was also the center of the magical water flow, was something that looked like a pool. Of course, it was actually a meditation basin.

The basin contains water that can make memories emerge, and the memories of the four guardians are quietly suspended above the Pensieve.

This doesn't seem to be anything special -

All it takes is a levitation spell, and even a crappy wizard can do it. The premise is to ignore the fact that the four guardians have been dead for hundreds of years.

Generally speaking, when the caster dies, their magic disappears.

After Voldemort was completely destroyed, his curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts class disappeared; after the Potters died, the Fidelius Charm also lost its effect. Because when the caster disappears, the spell they cast has no source of magic.

But there are also many exceptions, the most familiar example is Hogwarts.

This ancient castle has existed for thousands of years, and its creators, the four giants, have long died. But to this day, the castle's magic has no signs of dissipating.

Either the entire castle itself is a product of ancient magic, or Hogwarts has a huge source of magic.

Or -

both?

Cyrus didn't know, but he knew that the secret of ancient magic was right in front of him, and this time, no one would suddenly appear to interrupt him.

"The guardian went to so much trouble to set up so many tests, it's not just to protect a memory that has no value."

Cyrus picked up the exquisite little bottle suspended above the meditation basin and poured a stream of silver, mercury-like liquid into the meditation basin. The water in the basin immediately swirled.

"Let me see your secret."