Chapter 120 Dragon

"Mr. Rookwood."

Just when Rookwood was about to cast a spell on Cyrus, Cyrus suddenly said: "Do you think your spell is faster, or that I can kill you faster?"

Cyrus said sarcastically without looking back.

"Sir, I..." Rookwood was so scared that he forgot to breathe, and the hand holding the wand kept shaking - but he never let go.

The whistling wind on the coast seemed to stop, and even the waves seemed to be frozen. Rookwood felt that he could not hear any sound now, everything was still, only his thoughts were still running.

The movements of the terrible man at this moment were so slow in Rookwood's eyes -

He did not turn his head, he could not see anything.

It only takes a moment to kill him - very quickly!

The voice of desire kept echoing in Rookwood's mind.

His talent was not outstanding since he was a child. He was not destined to inherit the Rookwood family. Later, after graduation, he failed to become a Death Eater - at least not to the extent of being left with the Dark Mark, which saved him.

After his elder brother Augustus Rookwood was imprisoned in Azkaban because of the fall of the mysterious man, he naturally became the heir of the Rookwood family, and coincidentally discovered the secret of the ancient magic left by his ancestors.

If he could get the ancient magic, then his mediocre life might be changed, no longer just following behind someone, but becoming a leader himself!

This is easy, only one spell is needed.

But what if it fails?

Rookwood couldn't help thinking, what if his spell didn't hit?

This man won't let him go, no one will let go of an enemy who releases a killing curse on him.

Rookwood's idea of ​​retreating intensified, and his arm shook like a ruler with one end being pressed and the other end being moved.

But the hand didn't let go, as if a monster of desire grabbed his arm and forced him to attack Cyrus.

The killing curse finally took shape.

At such a close distance, the green light reflected on the sea surface, even if the other party knew, it might not be able to escape.

At this moment, Cyrus suddenly looked back——

Rookwood's breathing stagnated, and the spell almost collapsed. The Death Curse flew out uncontrollably, and a dark green light enveloped Cyrus.

However, Cyrus did not even dodge, and raised his hand to pick it up and flew it out. The Killing Curse was like a green firework in the night sky, flickering and falling into the sea.

Rookwood was stunned and sat on the ground, looking like he had lost his faith and his worldview collapsed.

"You blocked the Killing Curse..."

You should know that the reason why the Killing Curse is so powerful is that it has no counter-curse, and it cannot be resisted by magic spells in general. If you use the Summoning Curse to summon an object to block the Killing Curse, it's fine, but directly using a magic wand to pick it up...

"You call this the Killing Curse?" Cyrus was amused.

As the most terrifying of the three unforgivable curses, the Killing Curse cannot be released by reciting a spell.

In the original book "Goblet of Fire", Barty Crouch Jr., who was disguised as Moody, said that if the students of Hogwarts used the Killing Curse on him, it might at most make him bleed from the nose.

Without extremely strong killing intent, the Killing Curse is just a form.

And Rookwood's Killing Curse - let's call it the Killing Curse - the moment Cyrus turned back, the killing intent in Rookwood's heart had disappeared without a trace, and only fear remained.

If such a spell can kill people, then the black magic is too cheap.

"I warned you, Mr. Rookwood -" Cyrus' words were colder than the sea water at night.

Of course, in fact, he didn't intend to let go of anyone present except Tonks from the beginning.

The other dark wizards had released the Killing Curse on Cyrus from the beginning, and the goblins were not good stuff. Cyrus didn't like killing people, but he didn't mind eliminating a little filth and dust for the world.

He moved his wand slightly, and a ball of fire started burning from Rookwood's body. The blazing flames engulfed him in an instant, and the flames turned into snakes, opened their fangs, devoured his eyes, and drilled into his eye sockets, burning Rookwood from the inside out!

Doklo and the other dark wizards watched this scene in horror. After burning Rookwood, the flames did not disappear, but began to spread against the wind, forming a circle in an instant, surrounding the plane of the tower.

Those dark wizards were also burned into dry ghosts and a wisp of smoke in the flames.

In the end, only Cyrus was still walking in the fire, and Tonks and Doklo lay in the flames, unable to move.

Sparing Doklo's life was naturally for the manuscript of the goblin Lanlock.

In this world without fifth-year transfer students, Cyrus didn't know whether the goblin who coveted ancient magic had succeeded, but since the other party was related to ancient magic, the information was valuable.

After Rookwood died, the power of the Silencing Charm on Doklo also disappeared.

But this goblin was much tougher than Rookwood. Even with death in sight, he was unwilling to give in.

Cyrus hated the goblins' greed. They had fought many wars with wizards because they wanted to gain more rights and interests, and even set their sights on the wizards' wands.

Making a wand is a unique skill of wizards, just like the magic weapons of fairies.

These defeated people shamelessly asked wizards to disclose the method of making wands, but did not mention the forging technology of fairies.

It's like a country on the other side of the Pacific Ocean asking you to hand over technology to share with the world, but keeping their own technology secret. This greedy face is disgusting!

However, his current appearance of dying rather than surrendering made Cyrus look at him with new eyes.

In comparison, human nature is too complicated. Some people are glorious and majestic, while others are not even as good as sewer rats.

"Your name is Doklo?" Cyrus walked slowly in front of the other party and half squatted down, "Tell me where Lanlock's manuscript is."

"Don't even think about it--!"

"Since you are willing to make a deal with Mr. Rookwood, why don't you just make a deal with me who is more powerful?" Cyrus asked back, "Looking at the appearance of you goblins, it seems that you don't pay much attention to ancient magic, right?"

He waved his hand, and all the wands of the dead dark wizards flew over and were placed in a row in front of Doklo.

"It's just a change of collaborator, it should make no difference to you."

No difference?

Doklo laughed sarcastically.

In fact, the difference is too big!

You know, they don't plan to give up ancient magic!

If ancient magic is really as powerful as recorded in Lanlock's manuscript, they will naturally not be willing to give up this treasure!

It was just that the manuscript was a little difficult to decipher, so they made such a deal with Rookwood, and they didn't intend to really give up the ancient magic, but planned to kill Rookwood and his group immediately after getting all the wands promised by Rookwood!

They want the wands!

They won't give up the ancient magic either!

It was just that Cyrus suddenly showed up, which made Doklo a little confused.

Cyrus was obviously different from Rookwood, he was stronger.

And much stronger!

He didn't dare to cooperate with Cyrus, because they couldn't control him, and the risk was too great.

The best way was to destroy him here!

There was anxiety and cruelty in Doklo's eyes, which made Cyrus feel something was wrong.

"What are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for your death!" Doklo looked up into the sky and said with a grin.

Almost at the moment he finished speaking, Cyrus felt that the tower seemed to tremble and shake. This lonely tower built on the sea cliff seemed to be crumbling at this moment!

The next moment, a huge black shadow blocked the silver moonlight, and the shadow was projected, as if it was a devil from hell!

Cyrus raised his head and saw the true face of the devil.

- An adult fire dragon!

The fire dragon opened its fangs, and the scorching dragon fire poured down like a huge waterfall!

The flames were like flowing magma, engulfing the towering tower and flowing into the sea.