Chapter 110 Don’t Waste Your Talent

The Quibbler was probably the most outrageous newspaper Cyrus had ever seen. He originally thought that he might be able to get some inspiration from the absurdity, after all, there is only a fine line between genius and madness.

But in fact, he didn't.

He read it several times, but nothing else came out of it except a few jokes.

Most of the readers of this newspaper were at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, and the readers were very concentrated, all of whom had problems with the fifth element in their bodies due to spell errors.

If expressed in a language that humans can understand, that is - mental illness.

Given that most dark wizards have mental problems, it is understandable that the old man read The Quibbler in public.

Cyrus skipped these insignificant people and focused his attention on a person who was wrapped up tightly.

The man was very short, and his feet couldn't even touch the ground when he sat on the chair. He might be only 1.2 meters tall, but his body was very bloated. His hands were gloved, and his palms were much wider than those of an average adult.

Obviously, this was a goblin.

Putting goblins and the Hog's Head together always reminds people of the goblin rebellion a few centuries ago. At that time, the goblins used the Hog's Head as their base to launch a violent rebellion.

Over the past few decades, goblins have never given up fighting for more rights for themselves. From the perspective of goblins, this is of course understandable. But from the perspective of wizards or even Muggles, no one is willing to share the right to hold lethal weapons with other races.

Not to mention that greedy goblins always want to get more things. Their desires are like ravines that can never be filled.

"Pop!"

The tall and thin bartender at the Hog's Head slammed two bottles of drinks in front of Cyrus and Tonks. He looked disheveled, with silver hair and a white beard.

"2 Sickles of Butterbeer, 4 Sickles of Firewhisky."

Cyrus paid 1 Galleon casually, then secretly pointed to the goblin who wrapped himself in a robe. Aberforth immediately understood what Cyrus meant.

It was also common to pay for intelligence here, but most of the information he could provide was limited to the surface. Not many dark wizards would be stupid enough to publicize their criminal records or evil conspiracies.

Aberforth said nothing, but when he took the money, he casually tapped the greasy table, and a pool of clear water was summoned by him, flowing on the table into a sentence:

A goblin has been here for several days, probably waiting for someone, but no one has shown up.

Aberforth immediately left with a face full of boredom.

His boredom was not directed at any one person, but more like boredom with this world.

Cyrus knew he had found his target.

But he couldn't figure out whether the goblins were going to repeat their old tricks and occupy the Hog's Head Bar as their headquarters again, or to cooperate with other wizards. But he didn't worry too much.

Although goblins have always been rebellious, at least in the original book, they haven't made any waves in the past few years, and even Voldemort didn't try to win over goblins after his resurrection.

The Death Eaters recruited giants with low intelligence, uncontrollable soul eaters, bloodthirsty werewolves, and even eight-eyed giant spiders that were not even subhuman, but Voldemort had always looked down on goblins.

These guys have no other characteristics except their greedy nature and the ability to create goblin treasures. Their own magic power is far inferior to that of wizards. They are not qualified as combatants.

In general, there is no need to worry. Even if goblins cause riots again, at most they will cause some trouble to the Ministry of Magic. It is impossible to overthrow the existing wizard order.

Tonks drank butter beer attentively and was a little surprised to see that Cyrus found the target of their action so quickly.

"How do you know that person is a goblin?" she asked in surprise.

"Obviously, only goblins are so short, and didn't you see his hands? Although he was wearing gloves, the size was too different from that of an ordinary person."

When Tonks heard this, she immediately looked at the goblin carefully. She tried not to attract attention by her movements, so she picked up the wine glass and glanced at the other person while drinking. Sure enough, the man's features were exactly the same as Cyrus said.

She couldn't help but admire "Dawlish".

'After all, he is a well-trained Auror, really amazing! ’

She retracted her gaze and put down her glass, with butter beer foam on her lips. She asked in a low voice: "How should we get information? Wait until he is alone and then knock him out? It's just a goblin, I should be able to do it."

"You have been trained by Moody for two years, why are you so reckless? What's the point of catching him?" Cyrus said helplessly, "The goblins are very united. If you catch him, you won't get any information, but will alert the enemy."

"What should we do then?"

"Just keep an eye on him and see who he is waiting for." Cyrus said, "You are a Metamorphmagus. When the person he is waiting for appears, you can change into that person's appearance and get information."

"Okay, but I still want to participate in the task of hunting down Sirius Black." Tonks said regretfully.

"Don't be silly. You have the talent of Metamorphmagus. You are naturally suitable for the tasks of gathering intelligence and stalking. It is stupid to confront the Death Eaters head-on." Cyrus felt sorry for her when he thought of the fact that Tonks and Lupin both died in the final battle at Hogwarts in the original book.

"Use your talent well, Tonks! That is the ability that many people dream of, not to amuse children."

With her ability, she would never die if she turned into a Death Eater and attacked the Death Eaters. It's a pity that she didn't know how to use such a good ability, which can even be said to be a bit of a waste.

In fact, after Cyrus became the only Imagomagus in the world, his human body transformation skills were so strong that they were almost comparable to Metamorphmagus.

"Got it." Tonks replied sullenly, then looked at Cyrus with resentment and ordered another glass of Butterbeer.

Speaking of Butterbeer, many people think it is non-alcoholic, but this is not the case. In fact, it does contain a small amount of alcohol, but because the amount is so small, underage wizards can also drink it.

However, the house-elves, whose body structures are different from those of wizards, will get drunk after drinking too much.

Cyrus was surprised that Tonks could even drink a drink made under such hygienic conditions. Anyway, he would never touch the glass of fire whiskey in front of him.

"I said you--" Cyrus wanted to remind her of the beer foam on the edge of her lips that looked like a big white beard, but at this time the door of the Hog's Head Pub was "popped" open.

The dazzling sunlight shone in.

Cyrus and Tonks' attention were attracted. When they heard the sound, they saw a huge figure blocking the door.

Tonks lowered her voice in surprise: "Hey, it's..."