The fire shield protecting him and the bored and lazy "I hate goblins" always gave Dumbledore a sweet and tingling feeling, as if he was holding a fragrant rose in his palm.

Of course, he appeared calm on the surface.

After all, he is the greatest wizard, and he wouldn't be broken by a spell or a line of dialogue.

Fire Shield is not an ordinary spell. It is a spell composed of fierce fire and various defensive magics. Among many spells, few wizards can cast it.

But to be honest, wizards these days, except for Aurors, are already good talents if they can use armor to protect themselves properly, not to mention the combination of spells...

The fire shield combines many black magic and advanced defensive spells, which is difficult to cast even for a spell master in the usual sense. Moreover, Grindelwald, as the creator of this spell, has never shared the secret recipe of this spell with anyone.

Dumbledore couldn't have imagined that Cyrus had replicated this spell, and that its power was no less than the original one.

The dark blue flames surged like a swirling ocean current! The flames continued to spread, like a huge anticyclone, engulfing the besieging goblins in an instant! The short body moved forward in the flames like a demon, as if it could not feel any pain at all. They moved forward in the fire, and also turned into dust in the fire! Mag was terrified. Even if it was a lifeless wizard chess piece, he would worry about being abandoned, but these goblins...

Dumbledore also looked serious.

"It seems that just as Neofi said, Tom has embarked on a very wrong path."

Dumbledore's words made Cyrus look sideways.

Neophyte Fitzgerald was the headmistress who had debated with him not long ago. Judging from what Dumbledore said, this old man might know more about ancient magic than he did. I think it was the headmistress who took the initiative to tell him.

"What do you know, Albus?" Minerva asked quickly.

This time, Dumbledore did not skimp on his intelligence: "This is the power of pain!"

He said in a deep voice.

A famous saying that Dumbledore often said is: The greatest magic in the world is "love".

But in fact, this statement is not accurate. For wizards, what is important is not just a certain emotion, but the extreme power brought by an emotion. Just like Lily's love, and the "pain" that is vented at this moment! In fact, it is not entirely accurate to say that it is pain. The power attached to the goblins is more like a combination of negative emotions. To be more specific, it is just like Obscurus! Then, Dumbledore explained the source of this power in detail. These terrible magic powers come from the grief in a person's heart. A witch who masters ancient magic strips this emotion from the hearts of others.

At first, she just wanted to use this method to help more people trapped in the quagmire of pain, but as this power continued to accumulate, those negative emotions also affected the caster herself.

"In the end, she was also controlled by this power and became its slave." Dumbledore sighed.

He didn't say these words to anyone else, but specifically to Cyrus. Among all the people present, Cyrus was the only one who could see the echo of ancient magic.

"I hope you can understand that indulging in this power will only make you lose yourself. Even if you intend to use it to help others, it may not have a good result. Pain and joy are inseparable. How can a person who does not know what pain is experience true happiness?"

Dumbledore's words are not meant to glorify suffering. Knowing pain is not the same as experiencing pain.

Even if a person is born without worries, they have not lost the ability to feel pain. It's like there are some sufferings that you have not experienced, but when you hear others talk about them, you can't help but empathize with them and feel sad for others' unfortunate experiences.

A person who does not feel grief is doomed to be unhappy, let alone sympathize with the suffering of others. If a person lives like this, can he really be called alive? This reminded Dumbledore of the prophecy about the god of death.

"Just like the dead who are resurrected by the Resurrection Stone, even if they really have a breathing body, they can't be considered truly alive after all."

Dumbledore only hopes that people in this world don't have to experience pain, but they cannot lose the ability to feel pain.

Cyrus actually agrees with this.

The magic in the Harry Potter world is different from other systems. There is no such thing as "power has no evil". In this world, black magic is evil, and long-term use of black magic will cause a person's heart to become extremely twisted.

Obviously, Morgana's use of ancient magic is very close to black magic. However, the evil is not the extraction of human emotions itself, but the fact that she absorbs these emotions to strengthen her own power.

The long-term suffering and pain in a person's heart will crush him, not to mention the countless "sorrows" concentrated on himself. Even the strongest soul will find it difficult to bear the weight!

Because this is the weight of countless tragic fates and lives.

but--

If one soul is not enough, what about two? Cyrus's golden eyes flickered.

It is obviously unrealistic to ask Cyrus to give up the power that is within his reach. His own soul is different from that of ordinary people, and he has absorbed fragments of Voldemort's soul. Perhaps he can withstand these powers?

Voldemort's soul is even more special, a false life born from a love potion. He cannot understand what love is, and seems to be born for black magic.

But no matter what, Cyrus would not show his greed in front of Dumbledore.

"You sound impressive, but I didn't see what they can do." Sirius raised his eyebrows. Dumbledore talked for a long time, but those goblins couldn't even get close to Cyrus' body?

The blue flame was so deadly that anyone who touched it would die. The shadow cast by the flame was like the god of death swinging his scythe.

Seeing how powerful Cyrus was, Sirius had more confidence in the next rescue operation. After being out of prison for so long, he actually already knew Cyrus's identity, but for a typical Gryffindor, the first impression was too important.

He had never thought that Cyrus was a bad person from the beginning, and even now that he knew of Cyrus's connection with Voldemort, he had never thought of taking his anger out on him.

Especially since Voldemort himself is still alive, he would never transfer his hatred to Cyrus.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, felt speechless immediately after hearing what Sirius said.

Whether the goblins are a threat depends on who they are facing. It doesn't mean that mastering the power of ancient magic will make you invincible. If Cyrus has to go through a lot of trouble to deal with a few goblins, then there is no need to worry.

"Okay, let's stop talking here. The most important thing is to rescue Harry first."

Cyrus stopped Dumbledore from continuing to preach. He took a step forward, and the flames rose high. The flames parted on both sides like the sea, leaving a wide road. —— "My lord, there is movement outside..." Peter Pettigrew has always been timid, and the slightest noise made him terrified.

"What are you afraid of, Pettigrew?"

"You think I'm no match for Cyrus? You think I'd lose to a fake?"

He sneered, and with a palm as dry as an old tree, he immediately pinched the hot Galleon in Harry's pocket. The Galleon was so hot that it could leave a mark under a person's skin, but he seemed to be completely unaware of the pain.

"What a silly little trick. Wasn't that something Cyrus gave you?" Voldemort crushed it easily.

Of course, there was no point in destroying the fake Garlon at this point, as Cyrus had already arrived at his door. He couldn't have failed to notice the noise outside.

"You're dead, Voldemort!" Harry lay on the ground, staring at him hatefully.

At this moment, Harry's forehead was covered with scabs of blood, his hair was stuck together, and his glasses were broken. He looked very disheveled.

"I'm dead?" Voldemort sneered, and suddenly another spell hit Harry.

"Crucio!"

Harry felt as if his flesh was being cut by a blunt knife. His heart had been ground into powder, but it was still connected.

Voldemort was very happy when he saw Harry in pain. As for Cyrus, he didn't care about him at all. After following Lanlock's memory to find the castle of Rookwood, he found the container of ancient magic, which was the goblin magic silver that sealed the "pain".

After completely absorbing that power, Voldemort clearly felt that the power in his body had become even stronger!

Now he felt that Cyrus's arrival was just in time! He was not going to just swallow the vengeance of being deceived by the other party in the Seeking Knowledge Pavilion!

"Just watch, Harry, Cyrus can't save you, and I will kill him!" Voldemort said confidently.

"Who do you want to kill?"

But just as he finished speaking, Cyrus's somewhat playful response came from inside the room.

Then, there was a loud bang!

"boom!!!"

A blue monster descended from the sky and instantly covered the entire castle!

The dragon formed by the flames was bigger than the castle, and its huge body coiled on it, flattening the castle in an instant! Harry was stunned. He was in a dilapidated dungeon a second ago, but now he seemed to be in the wilderness. The dark, damp and cold stone walls disappeared, replaced by cold and dazzling sunlight and warm blue flames.

He felt his limbs suddenly warm up as if they had returned to spring. The blue flames were fierce and violent, but they did not hurt him at all.

If it weren't for the ruins around him, he might have really thought he had arrived at another place.

Cyrus directly used the fire shield to attack the city because the damage of the fire shield was selective and the power of the fire would not hurt Harry at all.

Voldemort was also standing in the fire, but unlike Harry, he had cast a defensive spell early on to isolate the flames from his body. Pettigrew hid behind Voldemort, looking at the swaying shadow in the flames with fear on his face.

"Put away these little tricks, Cyrus, you know they can't do anything to me!" Voldemort said easily.

He does have the capital to say these things.

He could invent a spell like Fire Shield if he wanted to, but there was no need for him to do so.

Incorporating a protective spell into it would only weaken the power of the Fiendfyre. Moreover, his own people knew their own business. If he really made a fire shield to protect himself, Dumbledore would not even need to assemble the Order of the Phoenix, as he would have burned all the Death Eaters to ashes himself...

He doesn't need loyalty, he just needs his own unrivaled strength. As long as he is strong enough, his subordinates will naturally not dare to betray him.

"Are you here to die, Cyrus?" Voldemort looked at the figure in the fire confidently. "How dare you appear before me after deceiving me? Or did I make you think you could fight me when I was in the Pavilion of Knowledge?"

"Don't be so polite, Tom." Cyrus walked out of the fire easily, glanced at Harry, and then returned to Voldemort.

"Today is Christmas, I brought you a gift." Cyrus looked up, "I promise you will be surprised!"

These words aroused Voldemort's curiosity. He wanted to know what this remnant soul that betrayed him was planning.

"Why, have you figured it out and are planning to stand behind me?" Voldemort pretended to be enthusiastic, but in fact, even if Cyrus was really willing to stand on the same front with him, he would never turn his back to someone who had betrayed him.

Cyrus smiled silently and did not answer, but another voice answered for him.

"You are wrong, Tom. The gift he brought was me."

Dumbledore held the Elder Wand in his right hand and looked at Voldemort with a serious yet playful expression:

"It's been only a short time since we last parted. I didn't expect you to become like this now." Dumbledore's eyes moved back and forth between Voldemort's ugly appearance and Cyrus' handsome face several times. In the end, he said nothing and just sighed.

Silence is better than words at this moment, and it will make Voldemort more angry than directly mocking him.

But Voldemort was in no mood to care about this.

He widened his bloodshot eyes and looked at Cyrus in disbelief.

He thought Cyrus would find this place, and he also thought Dumbledore might find his location, but he never dreamed that Cyrus would bring Dumbledore with him! What does that mean? Tom and Jerry teamed up?

What the hell is this surprise?

This is really a surprise! 　Thanks to Jiumi Zhenlong for the tip, thank you boss!

(End of this chapter)