"Mr. Rookwood."
Just when Rookwood was about to cast the curse on Cyrus, Cyrus suddenly said: "What do you think is faster: your incantation or me killing you?"
Cyrus said sarcastically without looking back.
"Sir, I..." Rookwood was so frightened that he forgot to breathe, and the hand holding the wand kept shaking - but he never put it down.
The howling wind on the coast seemed to have stopped, 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 terrifying man's movements at this moment were so slow in Rookwood's eyes——
'He didn't look back, he couldn't see anything.'
'It only takes a moment to kill him - quickly!'
The voice of desire kept echoing in Rookwood's mind.
His talent has not been outstanding since he was a child. He was not destined to inherit the Rookwood family, and later he failed to become a Death Eater after graduation - at least not to the extent of being left with the mark of the Dark Lord, which allowed him to escape tribulation.
After his brother Augustus Rookwood was imprisoned in Azkaban due to the fall of the mysterious man, he naturally became the heir to the Rookwood family, and coincidentally discovered the secrets of ancient magic left by his ancestors.
If he can obtain ancient magic, then his mediocre life may be changed. He will no longer just follow someone's behind, but become a leader himself!
It's easy and only requires a spell.
But what if it fails?
Rookwood couldn't help but think, what if his spell didn't hit?
This man will not let him go. No one will let go of an enemy who casts a killing curse on him.
The thought of 'It only takes a spell to kill' & 'I should back off' in Rookwood's heart became more and more intense, and his arm shook like a ruler with one end being held down and the other end being moved.
But the hand holding the want didn't lower, as if the monster of desire grabbed his arm and forced him to do something to Cyrus.
The death curse finally took shape.
"A.. A.. AVADA KEDAVRA!"
At such a close distance, the green light reflects on the sea. Even if the other party knows it, he may not be able to avoid it.
At this moment, Cyrus suddenly looked back——
Rookwood's breath stagnated, and the spell almost collapsed. The death curse flew out uncontrollably, and a green light enveloped Cyrus.
However, Cyrus didn't even bother to dodge. He raised his hand to face the green spell and redirected it away. The death curse was like a green firework in the night sky, flickering and falling into the sea.
"Haa... Huff... H.. How..?"
Rookwood was stunned and sat down on the ground, looking like he had lost his faith and his worldview collapsed.
"Y-You blocked the killing curse..."
You must know that the reason why the Death Curse is powerful is that it has no counter-curse and generally cannot be resisted by magic spells. You can only try dodging or hiding behind someone to be safe, but... The man just used his hand to swat it away...
"You call this a Killing Curse?" Cyrus was amused.
As the most terrifying of the three unforgivable curses, the Death Curse cannot be released without chanting the spell.
Not to mention that in the original book "Goblet of Fire", Barty Crouch Jr. disguised as Moody said that if the students at Hogwarts used the killing curse on him, he would probably get a nosebleed at most.
Without extremely strong killing intent, the death curse is just in vain.
As for Rookwood's death curse - let's say Rookwood had a strong killing intention at first - But the moment Cyrus turned back, the murderous intention in Rookwood's heart had disappeared, leaving only fear.
If such a spell can kill people like him, then black magic is too cheap.
"I reminded you, Mr. Rookwood—" Cyrus's words were colder than the night water.
Of course, in fact, he had no intention of sparing anyone present except Tonks from the beginning.
The other dark wizards had cast death curses on Cyrus from the beginning, and the goblin was not a good person. Cyrus doesn't like killing people, but he doesn't mind cleaning up a little bit of dirt and dust from the world.
He summoned his wand in his hand and moved the wand gently, a ball of fire burned from Rookwood's body. "Ahhh! Please! Give me a chance! Just once—Argh!!" The blazing flames engulfed him in an instant. "Ahh! Help! Elp! Hlf! Urg!" The flames turned into snakes, opened their fangs, and swallowed his eyes. "Arghh!" The snakes drilled into his eye sockets and burned Rookwood from the inside out!
Doclo and the other dark wizards looked at this scene in horror. The flames did not disappear after burning out Rookwood. Instead, they began to spread in the wind, forming a circle in an instant and surrounding the plane of the tower, and the flame snakes started crawling toward Rookwood's kneeling companions.
"No No No—Arrgh!"
"Ahh!"
"Urgh! ..."
The dark wizards, unable to move a muscle, were also burned into dry ghosts and wisps of smoke in the flames.
In the end, only Cyrus was still walking in the fire, while Tonks and Doclo lay in the flames, unable to move.
Leaving Doclo alive was natural for the Ranrok's manuscript.
In this world, 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's death, the magic of the silencing spell on Doclo also disappeared.
But this goblin's backbone is much stronger than Rookwood's. Even if death is right in front of him, he is not willing to let go.
Cyrus was disgusted by the greedy nature of goblins. They had many wars with wizards because they wanted to obtain more rights and interests, and even set their sights on the wizard's wand.
Making wands is a craft unique to wizards, just like fairy weapons to Goblins.
These defeated people shamelessly asked the wizard to disclose the method of making the wand but did not mention a word about the goblin's forging technology.
This is like a different country asking you to hand over your technology to share with the world, but keeping their own technology a secret.
This greedy nature is disgusting!
However, Doclo's current look of willingness to die rather than give in made Cyrus look at him with admiration.
In comparison, human nature is too complex. Some people are glorious and magnificent, while others are worse than rats in the sewer.
"Your name is Doclo, right?" Cyrus walked slowly in front of the other party and squatted down, "Tell me where Ranrok's manuscript is."
"Don't even think about it——!"
"Since you were willing to make a deal with Mr. Rookwood, why don't you just make a deal with the more powerful me?" Cyrus asked, "After hearing your previous agreement it appears as if you goblins don't pay much attention to ancient magic. You just wanted wands and in return were helping Rookwood to get ancient magic, right?"
He waved his hand, and all the wands of the dead dark wizards flew over and were placed in rows in front of Doclo.
"Think of me as just a different collaborator, there should be no difference to you."
'No difference?'
Docolo smiled sarcastically.
In fact, the difference is huge!
You know, they have no intention of giving up ancient magic!
If ancient magic is really as powerful as what is recorded in Ranrok's manuscript, they will naturally not be willing to give up this treasure!
It's just that the manuscript is a bit difficult to decipher, so they made such a deal with Rookwood, and they dld't really intended to give up the ancient magic in the first place. Instead, they planned to kill Rookwood and his companions immediately after getting all the wands promised by Rookwood.
Even if they want the wand!
They won't let the ancient magic go to the other race either!
Everything was going fine!
But then Cyrus suddenly appeared, leaving Doclo with no idea what to do.
Cyrus is obviously different from Rookwood, he is stronger.
Not just by a little margin! But much much much more stronger!
He didn't dare to cooperate with Cyrus because the other party was beyond their control and the risk was too great.
The best way is to eliminate the opponent here!
Doclo's eyes flashed with anxiety and cruelty, which made Cyrus feel that something was wrong.
"What are you waiting for?"
"Waiting for your death!" Doclo glanced high in the sky and said with a grin.
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Cyrus felt the tower begin to tremble and vibrate. This lonely tower built on a sea cliff seems to be crumbling at the moment!
The next moment, a huge black shadow blocked the silver moonlight, and the shadow was projected down as if it were a devil from hell!
Cyrus raised his head and saw the devil's true face.
——An adult fire dragon known as Chinese Fireball
The Chinese Fireball opened its fangs, and the hot dragon fire poured down like a huge waterfall!
The flames were like flowing lava, engulfing the towering towers and flowing into the sea.
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