The memory ended so hastily that it didn't even give Cyrus much time to react.

The world in his eyes regained its color, and the ground beneath his feet slowly swallowed up the Pensieve like water, like a swamp swallowing up life.

However, he did not leave here immediately, but stood there for a long time to experience the unusual magic that Percival described.

There is one benefit to mastering ancient magic, not only can the power of the spell be improved. More importantly, for most wizards, ancient magic is "invisible". This means that spells cast by ancient magic are difficult to break, and many counter-spells may not be effective.

Take Apparition for example. This magic can be restricted by Anti-Apparition and easily leaves traces. By the location of Apparition, the location of Apparition can be inferred.

But if you use ancient magic, maybe you don't have to worry about being tracked.

But as Percival said, it's not easy.

The magic power in the body is not so easy to see, which gives a feeling of "the wise man seeks power within".

"Let's see if the book in the so-called Knowledge Pavilion can bring me something." Cyrus said softly, but his brows immediately stood up.

The Pavilion of Knowledge is located in Hogwarts. He had finally escaped from that place, but he didn't expect that he would have to go back now.

It’s not difficult to go back, but the difficult part is how to avoid being discovered.

Dumbledore's spies and the Marauder's Map are both a problem.

"There should be a way to block the traces on the Marauder's Map," he thought.

No one had ever done this before, Dumbledore didn't need to do it, and Voldemort didn't even know the existence of the map. But Cyrus felt that he might not be unable to give it a try.

He had studied the principles of the Marauder's Map before. That map was a bit old, and it wasn't just the product of the four plunderers. It seemed like they had modified it based on something.

The main magic of the map is still the human trace spell and the contract.

The human curse is easy to break, but the contract is the hardest to break.

Most of the contract magic in the HP world has very powerful magical power. Take the Fidelius Spell for example. A Fidelius Spell cast by an ordinary wizard is difficult to break even for the greatest wizard.

Dumbledore had made many plans to break the Blood Pact, but he was ultimately able to do so because of a bug.

"It would be great if I could find a way to get the map," Cyrus thought.

He didn't know whether the map had returned to the twins' hands or had been confiscated by Dumbledore, but judging from the tone of Dumbledore's words at the time, he might have intended to return it to them.

"I remember Sirius sneaked into the castle during Harry's Quidditch match. Halloween Eve is also an opportunity. At least George and Fred haven't taken out the map in the past two days."

He was calculating.

And Halloween is very close.

In fact, after the twins became familiar with the secret passages on the Marauder's Map, they rarely took out the map, because wandering around the castle at night with the map would be much less fun for them.

What they like is to compete with Filch in wits and courage.

As Cyrus was thinking, there was a strange noise from the door of the vault.

He looked over immediately.

It was a tall, heavy golden door, estimated to be four or five meters high, with the top of the door extending all the way to the dome.

Now, someone has opened the door from the outside.

If nothing unexpected happens, it's probably the reinforcements from the goblins.

Cyrus clenched his wand, ready for battle.

“Boom!!!”

Suddenly, the entire secret vault shook, ripples appeared on the ground beneath Cyrus' feet, and rustling dust fell from the dome above his head.

The next moment, the door, which probably weighed several tons, was blown away by a powerful explosion! The fragments came towards Cyrus like boulders rolling down from the top of the mountain. Several of them were bigger than him, and the shadows of the fragments directly enveloped Cyrus.

Cyrus did not dodge or evade, but stood straight in the impact of the explosion, pointing his wand out.

"Thunder explosion!"

In an instant, the huge fragments of the door that were smashing towards him were blasted into tiny pieces of stone, which flew out in all directions like scattered sparks.

Then, a huge and ferocious head pierced out from the thick smoke and dust, with bloody fangs bared and spitting out hot flames! The flames instantly flooded the entire secret vault like a torrent, and even the figure of Cyrus himself disappeared in the flames.

It was another fire dragon, and it was very old. Its scales looked a little loose, and it was white like an old man's hair. Its eyes were also cloudy, but the temperature of its flames was extremely terrifying! Along with this fire dragon, the fairies also rushed into the secret vault.

However, they did not rush in with weapons, but were pierced through the chest by the dragon's claws and their bodies were crushed by its fangs, smashing in in a tragic way. The goblins who were not yet dead were still hanging on the dragon's outstretched bat wings.

The blood dyed its pale wings red!

A young wizard walked out of the flames.

He held the wand elegantly and looked at the dragon with arrogance, as if he were looking at a lowly beast.

"If I had known that there were dragons in Gringotts, I wouldn't have had to go to Knockturn Alley to buy dragon blood."

It's Voldemort!

Although Voldemort attacked Gringotts two years ago, Vault 713 was too far away from the dragon, and he didn't even know there was a dragon in Gringotts.

After the mad dragon rushed into vault No. 12, it rampaged in this "small" space. The dragon's flames were comparable to the fierce fire, and it continued to burn without stopping for a moment.

It was covered in wounds and raised its head to let out a shrill roar.

"Be quiet, beast!" Voldemort swung his wand cruelly. A black iron chain covered with thorns sprang out from the tip of the wand and hit the fire dragon fiercely!

The dragon should have gone even crazier after feeling the pain, but facing Voldemort, it shrank in fear and uttered a low wail.

Voldemort laughed coldly. His expression was not smug, but full of arrogance. He ignored the bowing dragon and looked into the fire.

"Come out, Tom Riddle, or -

"Cyrus."

Gringotts blew up, but it was Voldemort who blew it up () 　　 　 (End of this chapter)