There was actually someone on the dragon's back! Kingsley's first reaction was to think it was a goblin dragon trainer, but he soon noticed that the figure's proportions were nothing like those of a goblin. Goblins were shaped like short stone blocks, their arms were almost as tall as their bodies, and their palms could almost reach the ground.
However, the figure of the black shadow in front of him was very well-proportioned, and he was more than qualified to be used as a display model in the closet of a robe shop.
Kingsley 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 magic spells broke through the flames and shot towards the dragon like incendiary bombs with billowing smoke.
The old dragon was too tired to dodge, but fortunately the man on its back cast a protective spell, and the spells exploded whenever they were about to hit the dragon. The spells that missed the target scattered everywhere, causing the cave to tremble constantly, large chunks of rock to shatter, and the flying gravel pierced the steel rails like a shotgun!
Now Kingsley knew what that terrible vibration had caused.
But this surprised him even more.
One person's spell could actually cause such a strong shock wave that the entire Gringotts was shaking. If he hadn't known that Dumbledore was now in Hogwarts and the Dark Lord had disappeared, he would have almost thought that the two strongest wizards were fighting in the cave.
Cyrus rode on the dragon, and the damp wind from the cave blew in his face.
A few minutes ago, they were still fighting in the secret vault. Voldemort cast many spells, but none of them could break through Cyrus's defense, and Cyrus's attacks had little effect on Voldemort. He still underestimated Voldemort's ability, but in the same way, Voldemort also underestimated him.
Neither of them could do anything to each other.
Afterwards, the secret vault's defense mechanism was activated, and a huge stone statue emerged from the water-like ground, attacking Cyrus and Voldemort indiscriminately.
Of course, the stone statue was not a threat to them, and they both fired a spell at the same time, smashing it to pieces. However, the appearance of the stone statue caused the secret vault 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 under Voldemort's feet, and then quickly cast a counter-spell of the flying spell, forcing Voldemort to stay in the secret vault. He 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 had not thought that it would be so easy to defeat Voldemort. In fact, it took Voldemort only a dozen seconds to break the counter-curse of the Flying Spell. This was a spell he invented himself, so it was naturally easy to break. As for the rubble that blocked him, it only took one spell to solve it.
He simply blasted open the passage with fire.
The red flames were simply the rage condensed in Voldemort's chest! At this moment, he had lost most of his form, like the poisonous smoke in the fire, and was surrounded by black mist.
He rushed out of the flames, following the trail of Cyrus and the dragon, firing one attack after another from his wand, which was like a signal light that kept flickering in the dark cave.
"Fight back, Cyrus! Is that all you can do?" he roared sharply, his voice echoing in the cave.
"Let me see your ancient magic!"
Voldemort kept provoking him, and he felt complicated at the moment.
On the one hand, he was annoyed and annoyed that he had not been able to defeat Cyrus for so long. It was obvious that the time he had spent had far exceeded his expectations; on the other hand, he was excited about Cyrus's current strength.
He had already seen that the lightning released by Cyrus before was most likely ancient magic.
It must be said that it was indeed incredibly powerful. It could even wrap around the body and receive his dark magic attacks.
He was extremely jealous and longed for the same power.
And his voice also reached the ears of Kingsley and other Aurors.
The black wizard's face became even darker than before.
It was Tom Riddle again.
All the trouble these days seems to be caused by this Tom Riddle. Of course, he calls himself Cyrus, but whatever his name is, the important thing is that he is everywhere.
The Attack on the Chamber of Secrets, the Azkaban Breakout, the Scottish Highlands Incident, and now Gringotts.
Sirius Black was also a prisoner who had escaped from prison, but he was much more honest. And Kingsley heard rumors that Black's case might be overturned?
He didn't have time to think too much, because the goblins once again shamelessly threw the blame on them.
"It's Tom Riddle! The brutal jailbreaker! He killed our compatriots! And now he broke into our vault! Why didn't you arrest him earlier?" The goblin roared with his bulging eyes wide open and gritting his teeth.
He cursed the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic as being useless and the wizards as being idlers. If the goblins took control of the wizarding world, this would never happen. They never thought that the Ministry of Magic could not interfere in the affairs of Gringotts.
But Kingsley felt that they were right about one thing at least.
That is, once goblins control the wizarding world, wizards will never be allowed to own wands, and naturally there will be no incidents of wizards breaking 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 have been blocked, he thought.
However, the situation seemed to be different from what he expected. For some reason, the dragon folded its wings and suddenly fell down! He was terrified, but Cyrus, standing on the dragon's back, was calm.
The fire dragon was not hit, but he was the one who took the initiative to drive the fire dragon down.
Voldemort had caused him so much trouble, how could he not give a big gift in return? He was not worried at all that fighting Voldemort would be dangerous.
Voldemort forcefully possessed the dark wizard, and now there was such a high-intensity battle, the dark wizard's body could not hold out for long. If the battle was protracted, the final winner would only be Cyrus.
He tilted his head slightly.
A bright black slash passed by his ear with the wind, blowing open the ends of his hair and illuminating his pupils.
Even though it missed, it still made the tip of Cyrus' ear hurt.
This spell is very similar to the Severing Curse, or the Severing Spell, and may have been modified from that spell. Voldemort reduced the number of blades and greatly enhanced their power.
A single blow left a deep scar on the top of the cave! Cyrus stepped on the dragon's spine and conjured a rope from his wand to lasso the dragon. He held the rope in one hand and the lightning spear in the other.
The dragon swooped down on Voldemort like a train carriage! Cyrus held the lightning in his hand, like a god!
“Pangbang!”
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 darkness, lightning struck!
Kingsley felt that the thunder was ringing in his ears, as if a pair of sharp claws pierced into his beating heart and tore the flesh and blood from his chest. His eardrums were painful, and it took a long time for his eyes to adjust to the darkness again.
The cave was pitch dark, as if the fire dragon, lightning, and fire had never appeared, and the battle was just an illusion.
But the still-shattering rock walls, the collapsed caves, and the rumbling sounds of the rocks after crashing into the abyss kept reminding him that the battles just now were real! Cyrus kept rushing down.
He saw the lightning strike Voldemort, and he also saw Voldemort fall uncontrollably into the dark abyss like a crashing rocket.
However, his current target is not Voldemort himself, but the Horcruxes hidden in Gringotts.
Gold Cup!
He just happened to know where the Lestrange family vault was.
When he was looking for the key to vault 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 there is no need for the key right now.
The old dragon failed to brake, or perhaps its eyes were already a little blurry, and it crashed headfirst into the door of the vault, causing it to feel dizzy.
What’s interesting is that this door looks like it’s made of wood, but it’s surprisingly sturdy and it wasn’t damaged even when a fire dragon hit it.
Cyrus jumped off the dragon's back and drew his wand: "Thunder Explosion!"
“Boom!”
The ground shook, and 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, the skins of various exotic animals with spines or drooping wings, magic potions in jars, and a skull that still wore a crown.
Cyrus didn't care about money, and everything here was under spells, fire spells and cloning spells.
Anyone who touches them will be burned by fire, and anyone who makes them collide will regenerate them. But the things copied have no value.
The two spells were cast with a decent level of skill. If Cyrus hadn't known about it in advance, he might have been caught by accident. But now, of course, they were useless.
"All curses come to an end!"
He thrust his wand into the ground, and the power of the spell began to spread, covering the gold coins and gems, and immediately breaking the spell on them.
He stepped on piles of gold coins, and every step made a crisp sound of metallic collision. It was the sound of wealth, but it was only worthy of being under his feet.
His purpose was clear, from the beginning he only cared about the gold cup. And that gold 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 position, right in the center of the vault, the highest place!
Almost to the ceiling.
It is golden in color and does not look particularly luxurious among the four relics. It is not a big cup, 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 felt heavy to him.
He did not destroy the gold cup immediately, as it would have been a waste.
After all, it is a relic left by the four giants. It is said that the golden cup can create delicious food out of thin air. Cyrus is 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 you can't conjure food out of thin air.
At most, it can be summoned or copied.
These laws, like the laws of physics, govern the magical world, but the Golden Cup breaks 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, it will be a huge blow to Voldemort in front of him.
He conjured a pocket in his robes, put the cup inside, and cast a spell to prevent it from falling out.
He naturally did not miss the piles of glittering gold coins and gems under his feet. Although Cyrus did not care much about the treasure, he had not forgotten that he had promised Hermione to give them gifts for Christmas.
You can't let Malfoy spend money on this, right?
After walking out of the vault, he looked towards the bottom of the cave. His extremely strong eyesight allowed him to see very far and clearly even 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 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 defeated in this way.
He gave up the wizard's body without hesitation, turned into a ball of dark mist and separated from the opponent's body, and then once again condensed into a terrifying shape in front of Cyrus' eyes.
"Cyrus, don't think you won!" A snake-like face emerged from the shadows and steam, and the identifiable scarlet eyes were filled with hatred.
"Or you win?" Cyrus sneered. He did not stop his movements. 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 star-shattering star.
But even so, the thick fog still spread through the cracks in the rocks.
Cyrus noticed this and immediately turned the rock into an airtight glass bottle. The black smoke in the bottle was like a flowing ocean current, trying to find an outlet but could only swirl around helplessly inside.
Cyrus raised his eyebrows, reached out and grasped the glass bottle in his hand, holding it up to his eyes.
His golden eyes were reflected in the glass.
The ball of black mist in the bottle twisted its "body" and finally pointed the part that could be called a face at Cyrus. Cyrus couldn't even see his facial features, but he could clearly feel the other party's anger at the moment.
"How do you like your new home, Voldemort?" Cyrus asked softly.
"Do you think you have 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.
"Just wait, Cyrus, I'll be back soon.
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