Chapter 122 Don’t Say Magic Is Impossible

Doclo and Adora were still thinking about what to do. They didn't want to fight with an adult angry thunderbird. It would be of no benefit and very dangerous.

It would be best to find a way to escape!

But the lightning was faster than their thoughts!

Cyrus rushed down with lightning, stabbing the two goblins with his sharp claws.

The fire dragon didn't know that Cyrus's target was not it. It only felt a fierce threat now. Facing Cyrus's attack, it immediately twisted its body to avoid it, and opened its poisonous fangs to bite Cyrus' throat.

Cyrus would naturally not let it do what it wanted.

In comparison, the magic resistance of the fire dragon is actually better than that of the thunderbird. It is not wise to fight head-on. Cyrus' advantage lies in his more powerful magic power and wisdom.

He dodged the fire dragon's attack like a fish swimming in the water, riding the wind, and then pecked one of the fire dragon's eyes!

The fire dragon felt the pain and became even crazier. Blood splashed out of its eyes. It twisted its body desperately, swinging its tail and claws around like a wounded wild dog. The flames flew around like a shower that had lost control.

Cyrus immediately added several lightning bolts, and the current struck the fire dragon, blowing its scales all over!

Almost in an instant, it was covered with wounds, the wounds were charred, and even the blood was black, obviously scorched by the current.

At the beginning, Doklo was going to use the magic wand to help the fire dragon attack Cyrus, but when the battle started, he could only desperately grab the fire dragon's back to avoid being thrown away.

In his sight was a blurred scene during the high-speed flight. He couldn't see anything clearly. He only felt the current that was enough to sting his skin hit his side, and the hard dragon scales blew off half of his ear like shrapnel!

Now, a sense of weightlessness directly surrounded Doklo.

Cyrus used lightning to pierce the wings of the fire dragon, and the Norwegian spinosaur immediately wailed and fell towards the sea!

"Wow!"

Huge splashes of water splashed up, and dragon blood dyed the bay red.

Doklo and Adora could not hold on and were thrown away by the fierce battle. Cyrus flapped his wings, rolled up the thunderclouds, and rushed towards the two goblins!

Adora was instantly struck into charcoal by lightning, and Doklo was caught by Cyrus' claws.

He didn't know when the wand in his hand fell off, half of his ear was missing, and he was bleeding all the time, looking miserable. Cyrus did not sympathize with him as a wounded soldier, and mercilessly threw him from mid-air to the towering coastal cliffs.

Doklo screamed, he estimated that he had broken at least seven ribs, and his arm was shattered and fractured.

Just when he couldn't figure out why he was so unlucky and happened to meet a thunderbird that he couldn't find in the whole of Britain, the huge thunderbird suddenly folded its wings and even began to shrink in size. Finally, under the astonished eyes of Doklo, it turned into a tall man.

The golden hair fluttered in the sea breeze, and his eyes shone like candlelight.

It was the man named Cyrus.

But - even Doklo, who was not allowed to have a wand, knew that wizards could not turn into magical animals. But now, someone actually broke this rule.

"This is impossible..."

"Are you saying it's impossible to magic?" Cyrus walked lightly to Doklo's side.

He looked particularly relaxed after fighting a fire dragon. The monster that gave the wizard a headache seemed to be nothing in Cyrus' eyes.

In fact, the danger of thunderbirds and fire dragons is comparable. Although there are differences in the strength of different individuals, the gap is not too big. Although the fire dragon had never fought with other fire dragons since its birth, its destructive power was not much different.

The key lies in the different wisdom of the two sides.

Cyrus attacked the most vulnerable part of the fire dragon from the beginning, and then made full use of his advantages, so that the fire dragon was defeated almost without hurting him.

Looking at Cyrus who was getting closer and closer, Doklo felt what fear was more than ever before.

"Sir..." He prayed sadly, and the pain in his body made him look miserable without disguise, "I am willing, I am willing to tell you the contents of Lanlock's manuscript, sir! I only ask you... to let me go..."

"I still prefer your unruly look, Mr. Doklo." Cyrus said with regret, "It's a pity that I have to say sorry to you. I don't plan to let others know my secret for the time being."

Doklo's face instantly looked like a dead ash.

"But if you kill me, Lanlock's manuscript will..."

"Oh, don't worry, I have a way." He gently pinched the wand with two fingers, and the tip of the wand pressed against Doklo's brain. Then, a silver thing - like a hair, or a parasite living in the brain - was pulled out by Cyrus.

This is Doklo's memory.

"I can know your most obscure secrets without you saying anything." Cyrus said softly.

But Doklo could no longer hear. He fell to the ground as if he had lost his soul, his bulging eyes were blurred, like a rag doll. Of course, anyone who saw him now would not regard him as a rag doll. No one would like such an ugly doll.

Powerful wizards can directly extract other people's memories. Generally speaking, Cyrus would not do this because it is too cruel. This practice will destroy the other person's brain and turn the other person into an idiot forever.

But for a dying person, this is nothing.

He put away the memory, and then burned the entire coast clean with a fire, leaving no trace of magic.

But the fire dragon seemed to still have a breath, struggling painfully in the sea.

Cyrus thought about it, and finally did not kill it. There are many fire dragons, but most of them are in the protected area, and it is not easy to get one. He plans to keep it and raise it.

"Maybe I should get a suitcase like Newt's?"

The suitcase is very necessary. Cyrus is very interested in the magic and magic in the bodies of magical animals. Voldemort and Slytherin have conducted many magic experiments, so he will naturally not let go of this treasure.

But now-he looked at the unconscious Tonks-it's better to send this fool back first.

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St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Diseases.

Tonks slowly woke up.

"Hiss - my head hurts - where is this?"

"Hospital." Moody was sitting not far away. Seeing her wake up, he answered coldly.

"Moody... why am I here? Where are those dark wizards? Where are the goblins? Where is Tom Riddle?" Tonks sat up suddenly and asked a series of questions.

But before Moody could answer, Cyrus, who had turned back into Dawlish, walked in, sat down on the chair next to Moody, and stuffed a newspaper into her.

"The dark wizards and goblins are all dead, and Tom Riddle escaped."

Tonks picked up the newspaper and looked down.

It was about this incident.