After all, why should a bunch of greedy goblins, the losers of the goblin rebellion, control the economic lifeline of wizards?

The defeated should act like defeated and serve the wizard honestly, but those guys think they are the masters of wealth.

Sooner or later, Cyrus will take back what belongs to the wizards! However, Gringotts is easy to enter, but Vault No. 12 may not be so easy to break into.

After all, it is a vault guarded by ancient magic, and its history is much longer than the history of goblins controlling Gringotts.

He stopped and turned to look at the dark wizards and Doklo who were crawling on the ground. These people obviously knew some information about ancient magic, and their goal was also to obtain ancient magic.

Especially the so-called Lanlock manuscript -

Cyrus waved his wand lightly, and a broken stone suddenly turned into an exquisite and soft sofa. He sat down with his legs crossed, looking down at the dark wizards.

"I heard that you are looking for ancient magic? I am also interested in it. Why don't you tell me what you know?" Cyrus said softly. Suddenly, he felt that it was a bit inappropriate for him to say so. He said apologetically: "Sorry, I seem to be a little rude. I should have said 'please'."

Rookwood: ??? You're being too polite, aren't you?

He really wanted to curse, but he didn't dare to say anything. Now he was like a philoprogenitor caterpillar on a board, completely unable to resist and could only be slaughtered.

Instead, it was Tonks who stood up, holding her wand in both hands like a gun.

"Give it up, Tom Riddle!"

It was obvious that she was very nervous. Obviously, the person the wand was pointing at was Cyrus, but Tonks was drenched in sweat. Her breathing was rapid and her heart was beating so fast that she even doubted whether she would suddenly burn herself like a salamander.

The fugitive was just sitting there, but the pressure he put on Tonks was even greater than the melee just now.

Her hands are shaking.

"I had forgotten you existed."

Cyrus seemed to have just remembered Tonks. His golden pupils stayed on Tonks, and immediately made her feel a suffocating sensation as if her soul was being burned by flames.

She subconsciously wanted to cast a spell, but as soon as the tip of her wand lit up, her brain seemed to have suffered a severe mental shock and she lost consciousness and passed out.

Cyrus simply knocked her out with an electric current.

The innate magic that can be cast at will is much more useful than the magic that requires a wand to cast. The magic wand is indeed an inconvenient thing.

Cyrus thought so in his heart, but those dark wizards were in turmoil.

Casting spells silently is not a difficult task, but casting spells without a wand or even using hand gestures, isn't that a bit outrageous?

What kind of monster is this wizard who suddenly appeared?

Tom Riddle? Rookwood had certainly heard of the name of this prison escapee. After all, Azkaban was the prison where the Ministry of Magic held prisoners, and the only two people who had escaped from it were Sirius Black and Tom Riddle.

The former was a famous traitor and a loyal servant of the Dark Lord; the latter seemed to be the successor of Slytherin and the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets. But he never thought that the other party was so strong.

After all, in Rookwood's view, after "Riddle" obtained Slytherin's inheritance, he did not even kill a Muggle wizard. This behavior was undoubtedly cowardly and was proof of "Riddle's" weakness.

But after seeing him today, he felt that except for the terrible Dark Lord from decades ago, no one could be compared with "Riddle".

Maybe he inherited Slytherin's magic?

Rookwood couldn't help but speculate.

But no matter what, magic is power, in the face of powerful forces, their so-called pure-blood arrogance is like glass that shatters at the touch. So much so that the moment he was suppressed by Cyrus' magic, Rookwood had already given up resistance.

However, his cowardly behavior did not mean that his "allies" had the same idea. Doklo buried his head in the ground gloomily. From an angle that Cyrus could not see, the anger and hatred in his eyes were like venom sprayed by a poisonous snake.

He struggled to pull out a small silver whistle from his collar, put it in his mouth and blew hard -

"Sir, I just found some records about ancient magic from my ancestral books. If you need them, I am willing to give them all to you!" Rookwood said without hesitation.

Rookwood's extremely flattering attitude made Doklo very disgusted.

Damn pure blood, damn glory!

Doklo clicked his tongue in disdain. He even suspected that if Rookwood and the other wizards were not unable to move due to the pressure of Cyrus' magic, they would have crawled up to Cyrus like dogs and kissed his toes.

This is not an unwarranted slander, in fact, most of the purebloods in the era of the mysterious man behaved like this. The glory of the purebloods is simply worthless than the mud on the ground.

"Show it to me, Mr. Rookwood," said Cyrus calmly.

He lifted the magic from the other person, and Rookwood suddenly felt his back lighten, as if he had put down the burden of his family for more than ten years, and he felt an unprecedented relief.

As a result, the tendency of resistance that he had just been suppressed immediately emerged again! After all, the other party was just one person. No matter how strong he was, could he withstand the killing curse?

Just now, he felt that Cyrus was as strong as the Dark Lord from decades ago, but now he thought that this idea was too stupid. The Dark Lord's deterrence came from killing, but what about this "Tom Riddle"?

Rookwood glanced over to the unconscious Tonks.

He was so lenient towards an Auror, so he was not worth worrying about. Not to mention, the other party did not even surrender his wand. Even if he was killed for making such a low-level mistake, he could not blame anyone!

He took a step forward, trying to shorten the distance between him and Cyrus, and said in confusion, "Sir - my ancestor Charles Rookwood was once one of the guardians of ancient magic. Unfortunately, since my ancestor, the Rookwood family has never produced any wizard with the talent to learn ancient magic -

"Over the past few hundred years, this part of the inheritance has almost been cut off. Even within the family there aren't many records of it. If not, I wouldn't be working with the goblins."

Rookwood showed a regretful expression, and this regret was genuine. In fact, he himself discovered the secrets of ancient magic by accident. It was as if Charles Rookwood had never intended to find a successor in his family from the beginning.

"So, you don't have many useful clues?" Cyrus chuckled and looked at Rookwood, as if he was enjoying a wonderful and funny circus.

"Yes sir, but I think--" Rookwood got closer to Cyrus, his eyes became dangerous, and the hand holding the wand involuntarily shrank behind his back.

He had to defeat the enemy in one move! It would be best if he attacked from behind.

But how could he make the other party expose his vulnerable back to him without any defense? He thought of a solution without much thought.

"Sir, I can't provide much information, but he! This lowly goblin! He found the manuscript of the great goblin Lanlock - the manuscript records the secrets of how to conquer ancient magic. If you can get it..."

Docklo seemed stunned by Rookwood, his bulging eyes widened so wide that his wrinkled eyelids were squeezed to the point of leaving nothing behind.

"traitor!"

"You traitor! Rookwood!"

"Breaking the promise! Breaking the alliance!"

"Shut up!" Rookwood was enraged. Before attacking Cyrus, he cast a silencing spell on Doklo with his wand. The ugly goblin immediately could only open his mouth but could not make any sound. However, it was not difficult to tell from his expression that his curse was very unpleasant.

"What do you know? Only by following the footsteps of the strong can we embark on the right path!" Rookwood said. His eyes never left Cyrus, on the one hand to prevent Cyrus from suddenly killing him, and on the other hand he did not want to miss the opportunity.

But Cyrus stood up, and just as Rookwood had imagined in his mind, he walked past him and went towards Dolok who was crawling humbly on the ground.

His back was exposed to Rookwood's eyes. Rookwood exhaled heavily and raised his wand at the same time.

The front end of the magic wand is pregnant with green lightning! 　Thank you Xuan Shaodi for the 500-point reward, thank you boss!

(End of this chapter)