"Cut her throat and smear her blood all over the ground. The blood will reveal the traces of ancient magic to you." Doklo said with a grin.

This is the method Lanlock recorded in the manuscript. Since it is invisible to the naked eye, another color is used to depict the traces of ancient magic. The blood of the wizard is the most suitable dye.

Cyrus was shocked when he heard this, not because he was shocked by the cruelty of the goblins towards wizards, but because Rookwood and his followers all agreed that this plan was worth a try, and they did not have any resistance at all, as if this was just a common thing for them.

Sometimes people of the same kind are more cruel than those of others.

One of the dark wizards came out first, with his wand raised above his head: "Avada——"

Rookwood immediately grabbed his arm, preventing him from casting the Killing Curse.

"We can't kill him right away, otherwise the blood won't flow out. We have to let him live so that the blood can be drained out!"

As he spoke, Rookwood pulled out a dagger from his sleeve. Cyrus was surprised that a wizard like him would use a knife, but the next second he immediately discovered that there were runes engraved on the blade.

This is an alchemical weapon, most likely with special magical powers.

Rookwood grabbed Tonks by the collar, and the blade was about to slit her throat.

Cyrus knew that he couldn't just stand by and watch now. If he let Tonks die in front of him, even the Time Turner wouldn't be able to save her.

He swooped down immediately, his figure like a dark shadow across the night sky, and his sharp claws pierced Rookwood's arm like a gun blade.

"Ah--" Rookwood screamed and was knocked away by Cyrus. The dagger in his hand fell to the ground. The back of his right hand was covered in blood, and one could even see the eerie white bones!

The blood dripped onto the ground and actually turned a small piece of bright blue light into blood red.

But no one cared about this now. All the dark wizards, including Doclo, waved their wands without hesitation and shot spells at Cyrus one after another.

The dazzling red light kept flashing on and off, passing by Cyrus' side.

Rookwood poured a large bottle of white water on the back of his hand in a panic, his eyes full of bloody hatred: "Shoot down that eagle!"

Cyrus kept circling in the air, dodging the dense spells.

Tonks was also very surprised by Cyrus's appearance, but at least she knew that now was her chance.

Without hesitation, she shrunk her body by one size, so that the ropes on her body became loose. After breaking free from the ropes, Tonks immediately pounced on the wizard closest to her and tried to snatch his wand.

But this is obviously not that easy.

The dark wizard screamed the moment he was attacked, attracting the attention of others.

Rookwood didn't want the sacrifice in his hand to escape, so he immediately changed his target and shot a spell at Tonks: "Stupe!"

But he underestimated Tonks's strength.

After all, Tonks was trained by a legendary Auror. As an Auror, she would inevitably encounter the embarrassing situation of not having a wand in her hand. This was a compulsory course for them.

Looking at the flying spell, Tonks didn't think twice and immediately shrank behind the dark wizard she caught, using him as a shield.

The spell knocked the dark wizard unconscious. Tonks pulled the wand from his hand without hesitation, rolled to the ground, dodged a few more spells, and raised her hand to attack Rookwood:

The Disarming Spell missed, being neutralized by another Dark Wizard's spell. The rest of the wizards and the goblin Doklo also gave up attacking Cyrus and focused their fire on Tonks.

The dark wizards had not yet realized that the eagle in the sky was an Animagus, and only thought that it was an eagle with magical animal bloodline raised by Tonks.

Tonks was soon suppressed and dared not show her head. She desperately used the ruined tower as cover, but the spells of those dark wizards were like grenades, blowing the ancient building into pieces!

The difference in strength between most Aurors and dark wizards is not that big. Even the elite Aurors find it difficult to deal with the siege of multiple dark wizards. Especially pure bloods like Rookwood who have a family heritage, their magic foundation is very deep. Compared with them, Tonks is still too green.

Cyrus fell quietly, his wings folded, and his feet stood on the towering stone pillars.

The silver moonlight and the night became his background, his golden hair swayed in the sea breeze, his eyes were like fire! He pressed the tip of his wand downwards, and instantly, the dark wizards felt a powerful force coming from above their heads, like several heavy giants stacked together pressing on their backs, directly bending their knees and pressing everyone to the ground.

Tonks suddenly raised her head as if unaffected, looking out into the darkness of the night sky.

"…Tom Riddle?"

She thought that it was Dawlish who finally came to rescue her, but she never dreamed that the person who appeared before her was Tom Riddle, whom they had never found before.

The appearance of this madman who attacked the Ministry of Magic seemed to have changed slightly, and his golden pupils made him look more majestic.

Tonks looked at Cyrus and suddenly felt like she was facing a formidable enemy.

The man in front of her subdued so many dark wizards with ease. She didn't know if Dumbledore had such terrifying strength, but she thought that at least Alastor Moody couldn't do it.

At the same time, she was also a little confused as to why the other party's spell didn't work on her.

"Tom Riddle..."

"Good evening, everyone." Cyrus said politely - if you ignore the fact that he used powerful magic to force others to crawl in front of him, it could indeed be called polite.

"Who are you?"

Rookwood raised his head with difficulty. At this moment, he was furious.

Being stabbed by an animal would have been fine, but unexpectedly, misfortunes happened one after another. Now, a powerful wizard whose background was unknown suddenly appeared and put them all under great pressure.

"My name is Cyrus."

Cyrus fell from the stone pillar lightly, like a weightless feather.

He walked through the tower full of traces of magic, passed the maggots crawling on the ground, and came to the transparent door. Inside the door, the magnificent building of Gringotts was vaguely visible.

Although he hadn't tried it, Cyrus knew that his magic could light up the ancient magic emblem in the door and teleport directly to Gringotts. But without the key to Vault No. 12, it would be meaningless even if he arrived at Gringotts.

Unless he plans to force his way in.

Cyrus was suddenly eager to try.

This Gringotts, Voldemort can break into it, but I, Cyrus, can’t? (End of this chapter)