"You'll be back soon? Do you think you're Gray Wolf?"
Voldemort still escaped. Although his current state looked like black fog, it was actually more like a soul, which could not be blocked by physical means alone.
Cyrus patted the dragon's back.
"Are you going to come with me or stay?" Although there was already a dragon, the more magical creatures there were, the better.
Especially the fire dragon, which was full of treasures. Not to mention that the fire dragon in front of him was just old, even if it was dead, it would be priceless.
When the fire dragon heard Cyrus' question, it immediately let out a whine and opened its blood-stained wings - which were covered with scars and even had damaged wing membranes.
But it still longs to fly.
"Don't expect too much, it's just a change of cage," Cyrus reminded.
But where is not a cage?
The dragon lowered its spurred head and lowered its body to allow Cyrus to climb on. Cyrus once again rode on the dragon's back, the scales on its back were as hard and cold as steel.
The dragon spread its bony wings and rushed out of Gringotts! Kingsley, who was guarding the entrance of Gringotts, was very conspicuous, and the Aurors were holding wands, ready to take action at any time.
The fire dragon immediately spewed flames at them!
The flame was not only scorching hot, but also had explosive power.
Like a gasoline barrel that was suddenly ignited, the impact of the explosion instantly blew Kingsley and several others away, and also blew a hole in the cave above Cyrus' head.
Cyrus also picked up the wand:
"Dig three feet into the ground!"
Several spells were cast, directly breaking through the ground!
The sunlight poured down from the gap, and the fire dragon flew along the solidified light, as if flying to heaven.
Cyrus glanced down and saw Kingsley crawling out from the rubble in a panic. Scrimgeour had not expected such a big commotion, and he rushed in with the Aurors who were guarding outside Gringotts.
They all held broomsticks in their hands, and seemed to be competing with the fire dragon in speed.
But Cyrus cast a disarming spell directly in the middle of them, and the spreading magic power knocked all the brooms in their hands away. The fire dragon raised its head and spit, burning them all into charcoal.
"Very cordially, Aurors, but hold your peace," Cyrus said briskly.
"If you are eager to make a contribution, there is another criminal in the cave."
After leaving Gringotts, Cyrus kept the two dragons in a hidden valley, and cast many protective spells to avoid being discovered, including the Muggle-repelling spell, as well as the safety guard and so on.
Afterwards, he returned to the Broken Axe, took his box, and was now modifying it.
Although the suitcase he originally bought was also cast with the Traceless Extension Charm, the space inside was only the size of a wardrobe, which could not meet Cyrus' needs at all.
He first expanded the space inside the box - this was the easiest step - and then he would create various terrains. He believed that there would be many different magical animals in it in the future.
Moreover, he may not have the time to raise them, so it would be best for him to establish an ecosystem of his own.
Now that he only has two fire dragons, it's much easier. He just needs to stuff some cattle and sheep in there to meet the fire dragon's food needs. In this way, he needs grass first.
This is not too difficult.
He only needed to bring some back from the real world, and then he could use the Copying Charm to copy a large area of grass. Or he could directly cast the Traceless Extension Charm on the grass. As for the cattle and sheep, that was even easier.
Cyrus found several farmers in the Muggle world and bought a large number of cattle and sheep from them.
The only difficulty is the climate in the box, day and night, sunny and cloudy.
In this regard, he borrowed the magic on the top of the Hogwarts Great Hall, which could simulate the sky outside. However, it would not produce wind or rain, but at least the problem of day and night was solved.
As for the clouds and rain, Cyrus had no good solution for the time being. He might need to cast a cloud spell to bring rain in the short term.
The first expansion of the suitcase was already very large, and Cyrus left enough space for the herds of cattle and sheep to move around, and also for the two fire dragons to have space to fly freely. The two fire dragons hardly fought after they met.
After all, they were all raised by goblins, so they were not wild and difficult to tame. In addition, the old dragon in Gringotts took the initiative to bow his head, so the relationship between them was actually quite harmonious.
After putting them all into the suitcase, Cyrus changed Nagini, who had been wearing it all the time, back into a snake and let her live in the suitcase. Otherwise, it would be too miserable to be turned into a bracelet all the time.
“But the suitcase is still a bit inconvenient.”
Cyrus thought about it and decided to turn the suitcase into a ring.
He put all his belongings into it, including two magical beasts and a snake, two Horcruxes, a Resurrection Stone (the Resurrection Stone is not a Horcrux, the Gaunt family ring is a Horcrux) and a Time-Turner.
He had no plans to destroy the Horcrux for the time being. This kind of thing could always come in handy in the future. If all else failed, it would be great to trade it with Dumbledore.
What troubled Cyrus next was how to return to Hogwarts.
"After going around in circles, I still have to go back." He sighed.
Hogwarts has Dumbledore, and this school is the safest place for others, but for Cyrus, the greatest danger lies here.
But now, he was not as afraid of Dumbledore as before.
After mastering the transformation of Imagomagus, his magic level improved a lot. The powerful ancient lightning magic and superb transformation gave Cyrus confidence.
But before heading to Hogwarts, Cyrus wanted to visit another place to look for another clue to ancient magic. - Godric's Hollow.
This is the birthplace of Godric Gryffindor.
This wizarding village doesn't look any more prosperous than in the movies, and surprisingly, there are still a few Dementors patrolling here.
It was getting late at this moment, the cold wind blew on the empty streets, and the gray sky looked very gloomy.
Halloween is coming in a few days, but it's very quiet here. It doesn't look like they are preparing for the holiday.
There was only one dark figure walking in the empty square. He was wrapped in a black robe, with sunken cheeks, and looked even more like a ghost than a Dementor. He raised his head and looked at the statue in the center of the square, revealing disgust and nostalgia, pain and love.
It's Snape.
He hadn't been here in many years, the last time being after the Dark Lord killed Lily.
Godric's Hollow is a semi-wizarding settlement.
Only half of the people living here are wizards, and the other half are Muggles.
For this reason, the sculpture commemorating the Porters cannot be so prominent.
In fact, the center of the square, when viewed from a distance, was not a statue, but a war memorial, engraved with the names of everyone who had sacrificed their lives fighting against the Death Eaters over the years.
Muggles could only see the monument, but when wizards got closer, they could see an exquisite sculpture of three people.
A man with messy hair and glasses, a woman with long hair and beautiful features, and a baby boy.
Of course, for Snape, there is only one person in his eyes.
He preferred to call her that.
His stiff face trembled for a moment, as if some emotion was about to burst, but he finally calmed down again.
The torrent of sadness washed over him for more than a decade, and he seemed to be almost numb, or accustomed to the pain. But sometimes the hole in his heart seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, and something dark almost swallowed him up.
He stood here for an unknown amount of time before he let out a long, sorrowful breath.
Then he walked past the sculpture, crossed the street, and headed toward the church not far away that was half-hidden in the wind, like a zombie.
His destination was the cemetery behind the church. He looked more like a walking corpse than a living person, and this time he seemed to be walking towards a home he longed for.
Severus Snape had died twelve years earlier.
He passed sideways through the narrow gate of the cemetery and walked into the rows of gray tombstones, where many people were buried. There were "Abbot", "Longbottom", "Weasley"... and even "Dumbledore".
But none of this caught Snape's attention.
Of course, Snape slowed down after passing the tombstones of Dumbledore's father and sister.
Because he was very close.
Lily's grave was only two rows away from here, and Snape became extremely conflicted, he was excited and sad, his steps were light and heavy. But he didn't dare to make too much noise, as if he was afraid of disturbing a person in his sleep.
“Lily…”
He stopped in front of a white marble tomb.
"Lily Potter
“Born on January 30, 1960.
“Died on October 31, 1981.
"The last enemy to be destroyed is death."
He stared at the glowing inscription on the tombstone for a long time, as if he had become the pathetic voyeur again, peeping through the window at the happy life of the Potter family.
But a tombstone is not a window, and it cannot reflect that beautiful and cheerful figure.
And he caused all this.
If possible, he would like to think that the person lying in the grave at this moment is himself.
But that's impossible.
He could only continue to move forward, dragging this body with a still-beating but decayed heart, because there was someone still alive who deserved to die even more.
Snape stood here for a long time, until the sky darkened, until the afterglow of the setting sun dyed the sky red like blood.
During this period of time, a smile occasionally appeared on his face. Although reality had destroyed him beyond recognition, Snape still felt happy when he recalled that short period of time.
Then he seemed to have walked out of time and was surrounded by pain again.
The black robe moved, and a thin hand stretched out from inside, holding a white lily in the hand. It was the only white thing on his body, and also the cleanest thing on him.
He placed the flowers on one side of the tombstone, away from the side with the word "DEATH" inscribed on it.
Then he dragged his staggering body out of the cemetery and walked to the end of the town.
Night gradually fell, and every household turned on the lights. The shadows seen through the windows kept swaying, and the Muggles could not see the Dementors, so they still went out at night and drank in the bars with dim lights.
But their moods were not high, because the Dementors were almost always lingering at the door of the bar and were unwilling to leave. They didn't want to miss the feast inside.
All the joy had nothing to do with Snape, he just walked to see the dilapidated, unmaintained house. It was not a happy place for him, but at least there were traces of Lily's life.
Soon he came into sight of the house.
In the decades since the night the Dark Lord had killed the woman he loved, the hedges had grown tangled. Rubble lay waist-high in the weeds. The house was still mostly standing, but the walls were covered in ivy, and only the right side of the roof was missing from the top room.
That's where the spell rebounds.
It was there that Snape found Lily's body that night.
His heart felt like it was stabbed hard, and what hurt more than the pain was the regret.
Suddenly, Snape stopped and stood there as if he was frozen. However, it was a little chilly in the UK in mid-October, but not that cold.
He just saw a person.
His soul seemed to be torn apart, and beneath his cold body, the blood was flowing madly as if it was boiling.
All of a sudden, the body seemed to come alive. He quickly pulled out his wand, and countless black spells kept flashing through his mind. Every spell was so clear, as if he had studied black magic for many years just for this moment! Just to kill the man in front of him!
——Tom Riddle!
He didn't look exactly like the one on the wanted poster. In the sunset, the tips of his hair were golden, and he looked very handsome.
Snape saw only hatred.
'How dare you show up here? Show up in this place!'
He thought painfully, and a strong sense of pleasure burst out in his heart.
He only needs one spell, the spell that the mysterious man is best at, to kill Tom Riddle and avenge Lily!
And he knew that he might succeed, because the mysterious man was no longer the mysterious man he used to be. His magic power was not as strong as before, otherwise he would not have been captured so easily by Dumbledore a few months ago.
And now, he didn't find himself.
Snape's fingertips turned white from the force he put on his wand, and he raised it high above his head.
He did not chant any spell, but his murderous intent was stronger than ever, making the spell seem even more powerful.
Avada
The strong emotions in his mind were like a huge torrent that hit the crumbling riverbank, and this time it was stronger than ever before! But just as the spell was about to be fired, Snape was surprised to find that the figure standing in the distance had disappeared.
The dim streets were empty, with nothing in them.
Only a huge bird seemed to be startled by him and flew away from the messy grass.
It was as if what happened just now was just a ghost, an illusion of his.
Snape lowered his arms in a daze, and for a moment he didn't even know where he was.
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