If most of the purebloods who followed Voldemort at first were for themselves, that is, for the interests of purebloods, then Barty Jr. was completely different. Whether or not he was a pureblood was not important to him at all. What he valued was Voldemort's very similar experience to his, as well as his strong personality charm! Yes, Voldemort was also very charismatic, at least in the past.
He is willing to sacrifice his life for Voldemort's cause!
Of course, for a talent like Barty Jr., Voldemort would not be willing to treat him as a consumable unless he had no other choice.
A useful tool should stay for a long time.
"Of course I won't use your body, Barty." Voldemort said hoarsely, "You still have to be with me, and restore our former glory together. On my way forward, I always need someone to accompany me!"
Of course, Voldemort doesn't really care about anyone's life. He only cares about himself.
But for people like Barty who are loyal to him, he always uses both power and kindness to make them feel that he is special to them. Only in this way will they follow him wholeheartedly and even die for him! Just like he once confided in Barty about his past. Did he really feel that Barty and he were in the same boat, so he couldn't help himself? No!
But he understood that for someone like Little Batty, the more points of empathy he could find, the more he could make the other person become his servant wholeheartedly.
"I'm so glad that I still have you by my side in this situation, little Barty." Voldemort's joy was real.
Barty Jr. is different from Pettigrew. He is a capable man with a strong talent for magic. He only graduated more than ten years ago, but he already has abilities comparable to those of a battle-hardened Death Eater like Bella. Even if he has not made any progress over the years, he is still a very capable assistant.
Not to mention——
"I will teach you a few tricks, Barty." Voldemort said proudly, "Then we will be resurrected. Of course, now that you are back by my side, this matter is foolproof! "But we should let those traitors know the fate of betrayers!"
"Of course, my great sir!" Little Batty said enthusiastically, "We should prepare a grand stage to welcome your new life! Let them know that you are still alive!" —— "Bang!!!"
The air was like a bursting soap bubble.
Cyrus showed up on a dirty boat with Newt and Tina.
The moment he landed, Cyrus had already cast the Disapparition Spell, hiding the figures of the three people. As for the sound of the Disapparition, it was drowned out by the waves of the sea.
Both Newt and Tina felt a little nauseous.
On the one hand, they are old and their physical fitness is not as good as before. On the other hand, Cyrus performed multiple apparitions at once. After several twists and turns, they didn't even have their feet on the ground. Their bodies hadn't recovered their human form before they were pulled away again and rolled into the crack again.
Tina even suspected that her intestines were in a knot.
She and Newt leaned on the mast and retched a few times, and Cyrus set up a magic barrier to prevent them from being discovered.
But in the final analysis, at this point, even if we are discovered, it doesn’t matter. They are just a few poachers. Can we really fight back?
"Ugh..." Newt smoothed his chest and finally relieved the discomfort, then looked around. There was only one wizard guarding the deck. A ship like this did not need sailors and could sail on the sea by itself.
“It’s better to collect evidence of their crimes first and then send them to Azkaban,” Newt said.
Cyrus didn't care that Newt wanted to send these people to Azkaban. Although poachers were hateful, they didn't deserve to die like some dark wizards.
But collecting evidence is a bit too troublesome.
Cyrus directly locked the space of the hull to prevent Apparition, then raised his wand and pointed it at the hull -
"boom!!!"
The wooden door that was protected by magic was instantly blown to pieces!
The entire ship's deck was flattened by Cyrus in an instant! The wizard who was watching the wind was also affected by the aftermath and fell from the observation deck into the sea.
Cyrus walked towards the stairs leading to the cabin without looking around. The poachers and the dark wizard inside naturally heard the noise and rushed up with their wands in hand.
"Boy, are you an Auror?" The buyer's wizard asked, but the poacher didn't say anything and immediately threw a spell at him! "Shatter into pieces!"
The blade cut across like a crescent moon!
Cyrus didn't even look at it and just flicked the spell away.
Then he waved his hand and swung out an invisible whip, lashing the opponent! The other wizard also reacted and hurriedly tried to raise his wand, but when he touched his waist, he found that his wand had disappeared without a trace.
When I looked up, I saw a little brown creature giggling and picking its teeth with its magic wand.
It was the Niffler that Newt had released earlier.
Poachers not only have to deal with ferocious magical animals, but also have to deal with Aurors and dark wizards from various countries. In fact, they are not short of manpower and strength. At this moment, seven or eight wizards have emerged from underground, but because the passage is too narrow, they follow behind and dare not cast many spells for fear of hurting their companions in front.
But Cyrus had no such concerns.
He pointed his wand and a transparent barrier was pushed out, knocking all these people away at once!
The wizard at the front fell backwards, and the ones behind him all rolled down like a snowball.
Cyrus tried to hold back his strength because he didn't know how big the cabin was, so he didn't want to use too much force and hurt the magical creature.
Newt and Tina looked at each other. This was the easiest time for them to hunt down poachers in all these years. Those vicious poachers sometimes even dared to attack fire dragons, but in Cyrus's hands they were like a mob.
"Transform quickly."
Cyrus conjured ropes, tied them all up, and walked into the depths of the cabin.
As expected, a traceless extension spell had been cast inside. The space inside was about the size of a playground. The smell was extremely unpleasant, mixed with animal feces and body odor, as well as the stench of blood. Cyrus suddenly smelled it and felt the smell rushing straight into his brain, giving him a hard punch on the back of his head! "Daylight flash!"
He first cast a spell on himself to block out the stench, and then threw out a huge ball of light, which instantly ignited the cabin.
Rows of rusty steel cages were closely packed together, filled with scarred magical animals. Many of them looked like they were dying, especially a not-so-old dragon whose throat was cut and a tube was inserted into the wound, causing dragon blood to flow out continuously.
It won't live long. Its eyes are as turbid as unstirred lotus root powder, and it blurs its eyes.
"I'm afraid they've held it for a long time and haven't been willing to release it." Newt walked quickly to the dragon and put his hand on its cheek. In response, the dragon just raised its eyelids, seemed to feel tired again, and slowly closed its eyes.
This is very common.
On the one hand, it is not cost-effective to sell a dragon directly. On the other hand, since the British wizarding world has banned private dragon breeding, this is also a hassle and not many people are willing to take the risk.
This way you can earn a lot!
Newt's face was filled with sorrow, and he couldn't tell whether he was angry or sympathetic in his heart. He had seen too many things like this.
Cyrus didn't have too many feelings. After all, as long as one is alive, one has to plunder. If the fire dragon has the chance, it may bite off the wizard's head.
He's not as emotional as Newt.
In order to live a better life, people even harm their own kind, let alone animals?
Under Newt's gentle touch, the dragon whined, as if whimpering to its fate.
"He won't live much longer."
"Not necessarily, Mr. Scamander." Cyrus slowly walked to his side, or rather to the side of the fire dragon, and squatted down.
Newt just looked at him, full of confusion.
Under his gaze, Cyrus reached out and pulled out the tube from the fire dragon's wound. The rough tube was pulled out of the fire dragon's body, and blood gushed out like a flood! The fire dragon's numb body seemed to feel pain again all of a sudden. Its eyes seemed to be clearer, and it raised its head and rolled and hit in the narrow cage.
It's like a last glimmer of light.
"Get well soon."
Cyrus picked up the wand. In theory, wizard spells could accomplish anything that potions could do, but it was only in theory, otherwise there would be no need for potions to exist.
Many spells that only a truly powerful wizard can perform!
Especially now, Cyrus' healing spell was as effective as white fresh essence. The fire dragon's wound seemed to have gone back in time. The rotten flesh and blood began to surge, and fresh flesh grains grew. In the blink of an eye, the wound was completely healed!
Newt's eyes glowed, but quickly dimmed.
"Even if the wound heals, it won't save the life of this fire dragon."
The long-term bloodletting has depleted the fire dragon's vitality. Even if its body is healed, its lifespan has come to an end, and all that would be obtained is a "healthy" corpse.
There are not only fire dragons, there are almost hundreds of magical animals of various kinds here, and one third of them are already at the end of their strength.
However, Cyrus raised his chin slightly.
"You are wrong, Mr. Scamander. How can it die without my permission?"
Under the astonished gazes of Newt and Tina, Cyrus cut open his palm with his magic wand. The bright red blood seemed like flowing red crystal. The blood dripped onto the fire dragon's lips and teeth, immediately emitting a strong breath of life!
At this moment, Cyrus felt his heart beating violently, like a machine filled with oil in his chest! After tasting the blood, the fire dragon's eyes seemed to become clearer. It staggered and actually stood up. Although it was still a little reluctant, it had obviously passed the most dangerous time.
"How is this possible?" Tina's eyes widened. Even for a wizard, this was a dream. "How is it possible to revive a dead fire dragon?"
Newt also looked as if he had seen a ghost. Was the blood in the body of this young wizard some kind of immortal wine? Or was he simply a phoenix in human form? But even if it was the tears of a phoenix, it could only heal injuries and cure poisons. How could it possibly revive a dragon that had lost so much vitality? Cyrus did not explain this in detail.
Of course, he couldn't bring a dead thing back to life, but he could pull a life that was not yet dead back from the brink of death.
He clenched his palm, and the wound on the palm had begun to heal.
The fire dragon has not yet fully recovered its vitality, but Cyrus does not need to do anything next. After escaping danger, as long as it recuperates slowly, the lost life will naturally be replenished.
The fire dragon looked at Cyrus and made an intimate sound. Its long and narrow head poked out of the cage and rubbed Cyrus's trouser leg with dependence.
Newt looked at Cyrus with even more fanaticism.
"How did you do that?"
He asked impatiently, his eyes fixed on Cyrus's palm, as if he wanted to study the 12 uses of Cyrus' blood.
Cyrus didn't have to care about the life or death of a fire dragon. He saved the dragon just to get closer to Newt. Cyrus looked down on the old man's strength, but the animal friend he carried with him was Cyrus' target.
"You can save them!" Newt said excitedly, but soon he realized that it might not be that easy. Even a dragon would die if it had too much blood, let alone a human? "Are you okay?"
"A small amount of blood won't have much impact." Cyrus said softly.
In fact, there will be no impact at all.
The magic power of the Philosopher's Stone is endless, and it only takes a breath to restore this amount of blood. However, Cyrus doesn't want Newt to ask him for blood for no reason.
Then they gave the rest of the magical creatures a makeshift rescue, and Cyrus packed them all into his suitcase.
He used a spell to turn his suitcase into an ornament and wore it on his wrist.
Newt didn't mind it too much. He just hoped that these animals could be free and not be hurt.
He has rescued numerous magical animals over the years, but only a few remain. Otherwise, even his suitcase would not be able to hold such a large number.
Cyrus had the same plan. He did not intend to leave too many magical animals of the same kind. He planned to study the blood magic of magical animals, but did not intend to use them to conduct cruel magic experiments, so there was no need to leave too many samples.
"Tina and I plan to take these people to the Ministry of Magic and hand them over to the Aurors. I think you can go to Dorset later, and we can have a chat and give these little guys a more complete treatment!"
Newt was enthusiastic.
Cyrus's behavior dispelled the bad impression Newt had initially had because of the wanted order.
For someone like Newt, being someone who likes Fantastic Beasts is a plus in itself.
What bad intentions could such a person have?
(End of this chapter)