"Mr. Rookwood."
Just when Rookwood was about to cast a spell on Cyrus, Cyrus suddenly spoke up: "Do you think your spell is faster, or that I can kill you faster?"
Cyrus said sarcastically without turning his head.
"Sir, I..." Rookwood was so frightened that he forgot to breathe, and the hand holding the wand kept shaking - but he never let go.
The whistling wind on the coast seemed to have stopped, and even the waves seemed to have frozen. Rookwood felt that he could not hear any sound now. Everything was still, and only his thoughts were still working.
The movements of that terrible man at this moment seemed so slow in Rookwood's eyes.
He didn't look back, he couldn't see anything.
It would only take a moment to kill him—very quickly! The voice of desire kept echoing in Rookwood's mind.
His talent was not outstanding since childhood, and he was originally not destined to inherit the Rookwood family. Later, after graduation, he failed to become a Death Eater - at least not to the extent of being marked with the Dark Mark, which saved him from disaster.
After his elder brother Augustus Rookwood was imprisoned in Azkaban because of the downfall of the mysterious man, he naturally became the heir of the Rookwood family, and coincidentally discovered the secret of the ancient magic left by his ancestors.
If he could obtain ancient magic, then perhaps his mediocre life could be changed. He would no longer just follow someone, but become a leader himself! This would be easy, and only require a spell.
But what if it fails? Rookwood couldn't help thinking, what if his spell didn't hit? This man wouldn't let him go. No one would let go of an enemy who cast a killing curse on them.
The thought of retreating in Rookwood's mind grew stronger and stronger, and his arms shook like a ruler with one end being held down and the other being moved.
But the hand did not drop away, as if a monster of desire had grabbed his arm and forced him to take action against Cyrus.
The killing curse finally took shape.
At such a close distance, with the green light shining on the sea surface, even if the other party knew, they might not be able to avoid it.
At this moment, Cyrus suddenly turned his head -
Rookwood's breathing stagnated, and the spell almost collapsed. The killing curse flew out uncontrollably, and a dark green light enveloped Cyrus.
However, Cyrus didn't even have time to dodge, and he raised his hand to face the green spell and sent it flying. The killing curse was like a green firework in the night sky, flickering and falling into the sea.
Rookwood was stunned and sat down on the ground, looking like he had lost his faith and his worldview had collapsed.
"You blocked the killing curse..."
You have to know that the reason why the Killing Curse is so powerful is that it has no counter-curse, and generally speaking, it cannot be resisted by magic. If you use the Summoning Spell to summon an object to block the Killing Curse, it's fine, but using a magic wand to directly send it flying...
"You call this a killing curse?" Cyrus was amused.
As the most terrifying of the three unforgivable curses, the Killing Curse cannot be released by simply reciting a spell.
In the original book "Goblet of Fire", Barty Crouch Jr., who was disguised as Moody, said that if the students of Hogwarts used the Killing Curse on him, the most they would do would be to cause him to bleed from the nose.
Without extremely strong murderous intent, the killing curse is just a form in vain.
And Rookwood's killing curse - let's call it the killing curse - the moment Cyrus turned around, the murderous intent in Rookwood's heart had disappeared without a trace, and only fear remained.
If a spell like this could kill people, then it would be cheap black magic.
"I warned you, Mr. Rookwood--" Cyrus' words were colder than the night water.
Of course, in reality he had no intention of letting anyone except Tonks go from the beginning.
The other dark wizards had cast a killing curse on Cyrus from the beginning, and the goblins were not good people either. Cyrus didn't like killing people, but he didn't mind eliminating some filth and dust for the world.
He moved his wand slightly, and a ball of fire burned from Rookwood's body. The scorching flames engulfed him in an instant. The flames turned into snakes, bared their fangs, devoured his eyes, drilled into his eye sockets, and burned Rookwood from the inside out!
Doklo and the other dark wizards watched this scene in horror. After the flames burned Rookwood to ashes, they did not disappear. Instead, they began to spread against the wind, forming a circle in an instant, surrounding the plane of the tower.
Those dark wizards were also burned into dry ghosts and a wisp of smoke in the flames.
The reason for sparing Doclo's life was naturally for the manuscript of the goblin Lanlock.
In this world without fifth-year transfer students, Cyrus had no idea whether the fairy who coveted ancient magic had succeeded, but since the other party was related to ancient magic, the information was valuable.
After Rookwood's death, the power of the Silencing Charm on Doklo also disappeared.
But this goblin was much tougher than Rookwood, and even when death was imminent, he was unwilling to give in.
Cyrus hated the greed of the goblins. There had been many wars between them and wizards because they wanted to gain more rights and interests, and they even set their sights on the wizards' wands.
Making a wand is a wizard's unique craft, just like making goblins' treasures.
These defeated warriors shamelessly demanded that wizards reveal the methods of making wands, but did not mention a word about the goblin forging technology.
It's like a country on the other side of the Pacific Ocean asking you to hand over your technology and share it with the world, while keeping their own technology secret. Such greedy faces are disgusting!
However, his current unyielding attitude made Cyrus look at him with new eyes.
In comparison, human nature is too complicated. Some people are glorious and great, while others are even worse than sewer rats.
"Your name is Doklo?" Cyrus walked slowly in front of the other party and half squatted down. "Tell me where Lanlock's manuscript is."
“Don’t even think about it—!”
"Since you are willing to make a deal with Mr. Rookwood, why don't you just make a deal with me who is more powerful?" Cyrus asked, "From the looks of you fairies, it seems that you don't take ancient magic that seriously, right?"
He waved his hand, and all the wands of the dead dark wizards flew over and were placed in rows in front of Doklo.
"It's just a change of collaborator. It shouldn't make any difference to you."
No difference?
Doklo smiled sarcastically.
In fact, the difference is huge! You know, they don't intend to give up ancient magic!
If the ancient magic is really as powerful as recorded in Lanlock's manuscript, they will naturally not be willing to give up this treasure!
It's just that the manuscript is a little difficult to decipher, so they made such a deal with Rookwood. Moreover, they don't intend to really give up the ancient magic. Instead, they plan to kill Rookwood and his group immediately after getting all the wands that Rookwood promised!
They want the wand! They won't give up the ancient magic!
But the sudden appearance of Cyrus made Doklo a little at a loss as to what to do.
Cyrus is obviously different from Rookwood, he is stronger.
And much stronger! He didn't dare to cooperate with Cyrus, because the other party was beyond their control and the risk was too great.
The best way is to destroy the opponent here! There was anxiety and cruelty flashing in Doklo's eyes, which made Cyrus feel something was wrong.
"What are you waiting for?"
"Waiting for your death!" Doklo looked up into the sky and said with a grin.
Almost at the moment he finished speaking, Cyrus felt the tower begin to tremble and shake. This lonely tower built on the sea cliff seemed to be crumbling at the moment! The next moment, a huge black shadow blocked the silver moonlight, and the shadow was projected, as if it was a devil from hell!
Cyrus looked up and saw the true face of the devil.
——An adult fire dragon!
The dragon bared its fangs, and the scorching dragon fire poured down like a huge waterfall! The flames were like flowing magma, engulfing the towering tower and flowing into the sea.
(End of this chapter)