Cyrus looked at the group of goblins in a frenzy. They seemed very supportive of Bodrick's plan and were very excited about his plan to play a trick on the wizards.

They had no intention of making any deal from the beginning. Of course, this was actually the same for Rookwood at the time. However, Rookwood was not only a bad player, but he also looked down on the goblins.

If Cyrus had not appeared at that time, they would probably have not escaped the fate of being killed by the fire dragon.

"Let those wizards know that we are not ugly fairies!" Bodrick raised his arms.

Hundreds of fairies clenched their fists together! "We are not ugly fairies!"

The sound of a wave shattered the picture.

Cyrus appeared in another room, and this time there were not so many goblins here. Bo Derek was dressed neatly, even in a suit jacket, but because of his weird body shape, he looked out of place.

In front of him stood several goblins, one of whom was Doklo.

"Doklo, I have found a group of suitable partners and I need you to contact them." Bodrick pushed Lanlock's manuscript in front of Doklo. "They are descendants of the Rookwood family. His ancestor was once one of the guardians of ancient magic. I think he will be interested in this."

Doklo picked up the manuscript and began to read it.

Cyrus walked over slowly. Only now could he see the contents of the manuscript clearly.

"Take them to the coastline of Scotland, where there is the remains of a tower. Adora will ambush there with a fire dragon in advance." Bodrick said.

"But how do we make them believe it?"

"There are some bloody rituals recorded in Lanlock's manuscript. Through this method, traces of ancient magic can be revealed. I'm afraid he used this method to pursue ancient magic." Bodrick said.

"It's a pity that I can't decipher more. Lanlock may have mastered the power of ancient magic in the end, and the content behind the manuscript is not visible at all. The most critical thing is that the whereabouts of Vault No. 12 is unknown.

"Back then, Lanlock planned to attack the Unspoken Man in the Ministry of Magic and snatch the key to Vault No. 12, but now with his disappearance, the key is also gone. I'm afraid the ancient magic is hidden inside Vault No. 12."

"It's a pity that we don't have the key. Even we can't open the vault." Duclo said angrily, "Those wizards said sanctimoniously that they would let us have complete control of the vault, but what is the reality? Ridiculous! We need their permission to open the vault!"

His face was filled with anger, as if everything stored in Gringotts was the property of the goblins.

Cyrus had long known that there were clues to ancient magic in Vault No. 12, otherwise he would not have gone to such great lengths to find the whereabouts of the key to Vault No. 12.

But what the goblins couldn't see, Cyrus could see.

Under his eyes, Lanlock's manuscript no longer held any secrets.

"He actually left the key to Vault No. 12 in the Hog's Head Bar?" Cyrus looked surprised.

Who would have thought that after getting the key to Vault No. 12, Lanlock actually placed the key inside the bloody pig's head that had existed at the door of the Pig's Head Bar for who knows how many years.

More importantly, Lanlock himself had entered Vault No. 12, and the manuscript said that there was nothing he wanted in the vault, only a few "ghosts" who claimed to be guardians.

It is not difficult to imagine that those guardians would not entrust the secrets of ancient magic to Lanlock, a goblin! Lanlock, who suffered in the vault here, hid the key in the Pig's Head Bar and then disappeared with the goblin armor. There are no more mysteries recorded in the manuscript.

But even so, Cyrus planned to go to Vault No. 12 to take a look.

Unlike Lanlock, he is a person who has inherited ancient magical abilities and can become the new guardian.

The memory is fragmented.

Cyrus slowly opened his eyes.

The guardians went to so much trouble, could it be that they just wanted to preserve a memory? That would be ridiculous.

"Now that we know the location of the key, the problem is how to get it out under Aberforth's nose." Cyrus thought.

Aberforth was an extremely powerful wizard.

Perhaps his abilities are inferior to those of his brother Albus Dumbledore, but he was able to participate in the battle between Dumbledore and Grindelwald during his school years, and he obviously has very powerful magical powers.

He failed to become a famous wizard. Cyrus thought it was not because he lacked talent, but because he had wasted too long.

Even so, his strength is greater than that of most Aurors.

Cyrus thought that Aberforth's strength was probably about the same as his current strength.

"No one with the last name Dumbledore is easy to mess with." Cyrus thought of Aberforth's son Cresden, whose powerful magic even allowed him to control the Obscurus in his body.

The phoenix next to Dumbledore most likely originally belonged to Cresden.

Having obtained the secret he wanted to know, Cyrus did not delay any longer and directly used Apparition to arrive in Hogsmeade.

The Hog's Head Pub is still the same as usual, but business has been very slow recently.

The Three Broomsticks were fine, since there were almost no Dark wizards there. However, in the Hog's Head, perhaps eleven out of ten customers were shameful people - the extra ones might be hidden in someone's head, or cut into pieces and packed in boxes - and no one was willing to take the risk with Aurors and Dementors searching all night.

Aberforth didn't care at all.

He doesn't care whether he has business or not.

Anyway, as long as a wizard can still hold a wand, he will never have to worry about food.

He sat silently at the bar, pouring a glass of wine for an old wizard with no teeth, who was reading The Quibbler at ease, grinning from time to time.

He is the only guest in these days.

Aberforth couldn't remember when the old wizard started coming here to drink day after day, and even the daily inspections of the Dementors could not affect him.

Aberforth didn't think much about it, because at this time the door of the bar was opened again.

He cursed unhappily: "Now is not the time for you to patrol."

"Excuse me, but I'm not a Dementor."

There stood a wizard outside the door.

Aberforth raised his eyes from beneath his gray hair and looked over, and found that it was a stranger.

"How about a glass of brandy? It would be even better if you could add some fresh dragon's blood."

Thanks to Kopcn 　　boss for the 100-point tip, thank you boss!

(End of this chapter)