Chapter 140 The Dark Lord Struck by Lightning

There is actually someone on the back of the fire dragon!

Kingsley's first reaction was that it was an elf dragon tamer, but he soon noticed that the figure's body proportions did not match those of an elf at all. The body of the goblin is like a short stone pier, their arms are almost as high as their bodies, and their palms can almost reach the ground.

But the figure of the dark figure in front of me is very well-proportioned. Even if it is placed in the closet of a robe shop and used as a display model, it is more than enough.

Kingsley still wanted to see his face clearly, but he soon noticed that the man on the dragon's back seemed to be dodging someone's attack. Those terrible black curses broke through the flames and shot towards the fire dragon like incendiary bombs with billowing smoke.

The aging fire dragon was tired of dodging. Fortunately, the people on the back of the fire dragon cast protective spells. Those spells exploded on their own every time they were about to hit the fire dragon. And those spells that missed were scattered in all directions, causing the cave to tremble. Large rocks were blown into pieces, and the flying gravel penetrated the steel track like a shotgun!

Kingsley now knew what that terrible tremor had been about.

But this surprised him even more.

One person's spell could actually cause such a strong shock wave that it made the entire Gringotts shake. If he hadn't known that Dumbledore was now in Hogwarts and the Dark Lord was missing, he would have almost thought that the people fighting in the cave at the moment were the two most powerful wizards.

Cyrus rode the dragon, and the damp wind from the cave blew against his face.

A few minutes ago, they were fighting in the secret vault. Voldemort cast many spells, but they could not break through Cyrus's defense, and Cyrus's attacks had little effect on Voldemort. He still underestimated Voldemort's abilities, but at the same time, Voldemort also underestimated him.

Neither of them can help each other.

Afterwards, the defense mechanism of the secret vault was activated, and huge stone statues emerged from the ground like water, attacking Cyrus and Voldemort indiscriminately.

Of course, in fact, the stone statue was not a threat to them. The two of them shot a magic spell almost in unison, smashing it to pieces. However, due to the appearance of the stone statues, the secret vault began to collapse.

At the same time, the fire dragon also went crazy.

It breathed fire and roared.

Seeing this, Cyrus did not hesitate to use a spell to blow up the ground at Voldemort's feet, and then quickly cast a counter-curse of the flying spell, forcing Voldemort to stay in the secret vault. And he himself took advantage of the chaos to ride on the dragon's back and flew out directly.

After rushing out of the secret vault, he did not forget to blow up the door of the secret vault, allowing the collapsed building to completely bury Voldemort.

However, Cyrus did not expect to be able to defeat Voldemort so easily. In fact, it only took more than ten seconds for Voldemort to break the counter-curse of the Flying Curse. This was originally a spell he invented himself, and it would be easy to break it. As for the rubble blocking him, it can only be solved with a single spell.

He directly blasted the passage with flames.

That red fire was simply the anger condensed in Voldemort's chest!

At this moment, he lost most of his body like poisonous smoke in a raging fire, and his whole body was surrounded by black mist.

He rushed out of the flames, following the trail of Cyrus and the fire dragon, firing attack after attack from his wand. In the dark cave, it was like a blinking signal light.

"Fight back, Cyrus! Is this all you can do?" He yelled sharply, his voice echoing in the cave.

"Show me your ancient magic!"

Voldemort kept provoking him, and he was in a complicated mood at the moment.

On the one hand, he was tired and annoyed that he had not been able to capture Cyrus for so long. It could be seen that the time he spent had far exceeded his expectations; on the other hand, he was excited about Cyrus' power at the moment.

He had already seen that the thunder and lightning released by Cyrus before was probably ancient magic.

I have to say, it is indeed amazingly powerful. It can even wrap around the body to catch his black magic attacks.

He is extremely jealous and desires the same power.

And his voice also reached the ears of Kingsley and other Aurors.

The black wizard's face turned darker than before.

It's Tom Riddle again.

All the troubles during this period seemed to be caused by Tom Riddle. Of course, he called himself Cyrus. But no matter what his name is, the important thing is that he is everywhere.

Vault Attack, Azkaban Prison Break, Incident in the Highlands, and now Gringotts.

Also an escaped prisoner, Sirius Black is much more honest. And Kingsley heard rumors that Black's case might be overturned?

His mind didn't have time to think too much, because the goblins once again shamelessly dumped their sins on them.

"It's Tom Riddle! That brutal prison escapee! He killed our compatriots! Now he broke into our vault! Why didn't you arrest him earlier?" The goblin widened his protruding eyes and roared through gritted teeth.

He scolded the Aurors in the Ministry of Magic as useless, and the wizards as useless things. If the goblins controlled the magical world, this would never happen. It never occurred to them that the Ministry of Magic had no involvement in Gringotts' affairs.

But Kingsley at least felt they were right.

That is, once goblins control the magical world, wizards will never be allowed to have wands. Naturally, wizards would not break into Gringotts.

The battle in the cave continues.

The dragon flew higher and higher, and was about to reach the top floor. Kingsley's heart was in his throat, but suddenly, he saw the shadow chasing behind him cast a terrifying spell. Then, the spell hit the protective spell around the dragon.

It should be blocked, he thought.

However, the situation seemed different from what he expected. The dragon somehow retracted its wings and fell down suddenly!

He was terrified, but Cyrus, standing on the back of the dragon, was calm.

The dragon was not hit, but he took the initiative to drive the dragon down.

Voldemort caused him so much trouble, how could he not return a big gift?

He was not worried about the danger of fighting with Voldemort.

Voldemort forcibly possessed the dark wizard, and now he was fighting such a high-intensity battle, the dark wizard's body could not last long. In a protracted war, the final winner would only be Cyrus.

He tilted his head slightly.

A bright black slash passed by his ear with the wind. It blew away his hair and illuminated his pupils.

Even though it didn't hit, it made Cyrus' ear tip hurt.

This spell is very similar to the Severing Spell, which is the Shadowless Spell. It may be modified based on that spell. Voldemort reduced the number of blades and greatly enhanced the power.

One strike left a deep knife mark on the top of the cave!

Cyrus stepped on the dragon's spine with one foot, and a rope appeared in his wand to trap the fire dragon. He grabbed the rope with one hand and held the lightning spear with the other.

The fire dragon swooped down at Voldemort, like a train carriage hitting him head-on!

Cyrus held the lightning in his hand, like a god!

"Thunderbolt!"

The tearing sound spread to every corner of the cave.

After the lightning was thrown out, it instantly became the only light in the cave!

In the dark night, the falling lightning!

Kingsley felt that the thunder was like ringing in his ears, as if a pair of sharp claws pierced into his beating heart and tore the flesh and blood in his chest. His eardrums were painful, and it took a long time for his eyes to adjust to the darkness again.

When he looked down again, the fire in the cave disappeared. Without this huge light source, he could not see anything.

The cave was pitch black, as if the fire dragon, lightning, and fire had never appeared, and the battle was just their illusion.

But the still shattering rock wall, the collapsed cave, and the rumbling rocks after crashing into the abyss kept reminding him that the battles just now were real, genuine!

Cyrus kept rushing down.

He saw the lightning hit Voldemort, and he also saw Voldemort fall uncontrollably into the dark abyss like a crashed rocket.

But his current target was not Voldemort himself, but the Horcrux hidden in Gringotts.

The golden cup!

He just happened to know where the Lestrange family's vault was.

When he was looking for the key to vault No. 12, he returned to Azkaban and talked to Lucius Malfoy. It was at that time that he asked these questions, and now they really came in handy.

Of course, he didn't have the key.

But now, there was no need for the key.

The old dragon failed to brake, or its eyes were a little blurry, and it crashed into the door of the vault. It was dizzy.

Interestingly, this door looks like wood, but it is surprisingly solid. It was not damaged by a dragon hitting it.

Cyrus jumped off the dragon's back and pulled out his wand:

"Thunder Explosion!"

"Boom!"

The ground shook, and the dust was blown away like a gust of wind. The door was blown to pieces, leaving only a hole.

The cave was filled from floor to ceiling with gold coins and golden goblets, silver armor, furs of various exotic animals with spines or wings, potions in vases, and a skull still wearing a crown.

Cyrus didn't care about money, and everything here was under a spell, a fire spell and a copy spell.

Anyone who touched them would be burned by fire; anyone who made them collide would regenerate them. But the copied things had no value.

These two spells were cast at a fairly high level. If Cyrus hadn't known in advance, he might have been caught by accident. But now, of course, it was useless.

"All spells end!"

He stabbed the magic wand into the ground, and the power of the spell began to spread. After covering these gold coins and gems, it immediately broke the spells on them.

He stepped on the piles of gold coins, and every step made a crisp sound of metal colliding. This was the sound of wealth, but it was only worthy of his feet.

His purpose was clear, and he only cared about the gold cup from the beginning. And that golden cup——

He didn't know what Bella was thinking. Maybe she regarded it as the highest reward from the Dark Lord, so she placed it in the most conspicuous place, right in the center of the vault, the highest place!

Almost touching the ceiling.

It was golden in color, and didn't look particularly luxurious among the four relics. The cup was not big, with a badger engraved on it and two ears on both sides of the cup.

Cyrus took it in his hand and weighed it. The cup gave him a feeling of full weight.

He didn't destroy the golden cup immediately. It would be a bit wasteful to destroy it directly.

After all, it was a relic left by the Big Four. It was said that the golden cup could conjure up delicious food out of thin air. Cyrus was actually very interested in this incredible power.

You know, even in the magic world, there are many rules that cannot be changed. One of them is that food cannot be conjured out of thin air.

At most, it can only be summoned or copied.

These laws maintain the magic world like the laws of physics. But the golden cup broke one of them.

What's more, the connection between the golden cup and Voldemort has been cut off, and Voldemort may not know it if it is destroyed now. Even if Cyrus wants to destroy the golden cup, he will give Voldemort a huge blow in front of him.

He conjured up a pocket in his robe, put the golden cup in it, and cast a spell to prevent it from falling out.

He naturally did not let go of the piles of glittering gold coins and gems under his feet. Although Cyrus didn't care much about the treasure, he had not forgotten that he promised Hermione to give them gifts for Christmas.

This can't let Malfoy spend money, right?

After leaving the vault, he looked towards the bottom of the cave. His strong eyesight allowed him to see far and clearly in the dark.

He saw Voldemort lying weakly on the ground in the deepest part of the cave, his face pale.

The power of the lightning spell was indeed strong, and Cyrus believed that it had caused some damage to Voldemort, but it would never make him so weak.

The only explanation was that his possessed body was on the verge of collapse, and the borrowed things were not his own after all.

Cyrus laughed coldly, and another spell shot out from his wand. The spell was like a red meteorite falling from the sky. But even a weak Voldemort would not be solved like this.

He gave up the wizard's body without hesitation, turned into a dark mist and separated from the opponent's body, and then once again condensed into a terrible appearance in front of Cyrus' eyes.

"Cyrus, don't think you won!" A snake-like face appeared in the shadow and steam, and the recognizable scarlet eyes were full of hatred.

"Or you win?" Cyrus sneered. He did not stop the movement of his hands. He knew that Voldemort could not be killed for the time being, but being unkillable was one thing, and being able to imprison him was another.

He waved his wand, and the rubble in the cave gathered together as if alive, completely surrounding Voldemort, who had turned into a ball of black smoke, and then locked him tightly like a quake.

But even so, the thick fog still spread along the cracks in the rock.

Cyrus noticed this and immediately turned the rock into an airtight glass bottle. The black smoke in the bottle was like a flowing sea current, looking for an outlet everywhere, but it could only swirl around inside powerlessly.

Cyrus raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to hold the glass bottle in his hand, and held it in front of his eyes.

His golden eyes were reflected on the glass.

The ball of black fog in the bottle twisted its "body" and finally aimed the part that could be called a face at Cyrus. Cyrus couldn't even see his facial features, but he could clearly feel his anger at the moment.

"Do you like your new home, Voldemort?" Cyrus asked softly.

"Do you think you trapped me?" The black fog made a sharp sound, and before Cyrus could answer, the thing penetrated the glass and floated out like some invisible thing.

"Wait, Cyrus, I'll be back soon.

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