Now everything is clear.
Cyrus watched the goblins plunge into a carnival.
They seemed very supportive of Bodrig's plan and were extremely excited about his scheme to trick the wizards.
They never intended to make a genuine trade. In fact, it was the same with the original Rookwood. However, Rookwood was incompetent and underestimated their cunningness as he always looked down on the goblins.
Even if Cyrus hadn't appeared at that time and killed them, they probably wouldn't have been able to escape the fate of being killed by the fire dragon. Their death was set in stone.
"Let those wizards know we are not someone they can look down upon! We are the superior race" Bodrig raised his arm high.
Hundreds of goblins also clenched their fists in unison.
""""We are the superior race!""""
The wave of sound shattered the scene.
Cyrus appeared in another room, this time with fewer goblins present. Bodrig was dressed neatly, even wearing a suit jacket, but due to his odd body shape, it looked quite out of place.
In front of him stood several goblins, one of whom was Doclo.
"Doclo, I have found a suitable group of partners that I need you to contact." Bodrig pushed Ranrok's manuscript toward Doclo. "They are the descendants of the Rookwood family, whose ancestors were among the guardians of ancient magic. I believe they will be interested in this."
Doclo picked up the manuscript and began reading.
Cyrus slowly walked closer, finally able to see the contents of the manuscript.
"You will take them to the Scottish coastline where there are the ruins of a tower. Adora will be there with the fire dragon in advance for the ambush," Bodrig said.
"But how can we make them believe us? If they couldn't see something happening they won't think it's real and won't give us the wands" Doclo asked.
"Oh, they will see. Ranrok's manuscript records a portion of a bloody ritual. Through this method, the traces of ancient magic can be revealed. He probably used this method to pursue ancient magic," Bodrig explained.
"Unfortunately, I can't decipher any more than that. Ranrok must have truly mastered the power of ancient magic. The latter part of the manuscript is completely unreadable. The most crucial part is still the whereabouts of Vault 12."
"Back then, Ranrok planned to attack the Ministry's Unspeakables and stole the key to Vault 12. But now, with his disappearance, the key has vanished as well. It's likely that the ancient magic is hidden inside Vault 12."
"It's a pity that even we can't open the vault without the key." Doclo said bitterly. "Those wizards hypocritically claim they've given us complete control over the vaults, but in reality? It's laughable! To open a vault, we still need their permission!"
His face was full of anger, as if all the treasures stored in Gringotts were the goblins' rightful property.
Cyrus had long known that Vault 12 contained clues about ancient magic. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to such lengths to find the whereabouts of the key to Vault 12.
But what the goblins couldn't see, Cyrus could see....
Under his eyes, Ranrok's manuscript no longer retains any secrets.
"He actually placed the key to vault No. 12 in the Hog's Head Bar?" Cyrus looked surprised.
Who would have thought that after obtaining the key to Vault 12, Ranrok would hide it inside the bloody Boar's head hanging at the entrance of the Hog's Head Inn, which had been there for who knows how many years?
More importantly, Ranrok had actually entered Vault 12 himself. The manuscript mentioned that there was nothing he wanted inside, only a few "spirits" who called themselves guardians.
It was not hard to imagine that these guardians would never entrust the secrets of ancient magic to Ranrok, a goblin!
After having a tough time in the vault, Ranrok hid the key in the Hog's Head Inn and then vanished with the goblin armor. The manuscript recorded no more secrets after that.
'That vault has nothing but some guardians you say?~'
Even so, Cyrus decided to visit Vault 12 to take a look.
Unlike Ranrok, he had the potential to inherit ancient magic and could become the new guardian.
Memories were fragmented.
Cyrus slowly opened his eyes.
The reality was clearly different from the game. In the game, Vault 12 was more like a tutorial instance for beginners, but in reality, such a heavily guarded vault couldn't possibly contain just a Pensieve.
The guardians went to great lengths; could it be just to preserve a memory? That would be absurd.
"Now that I know where the key is, the problem is how to retrieve it from under Aberforth's nose," Cyrus pondered.
Aberforth was a very powerful wizard.
Although he might not be as skilled as his brother, Albus Dumbledore, Aberforth had been involved in the battle between Dumbledore and Grindelwald during his school years. Clearly, he possessed significant magical power.
He failed to become a famous wizard. Cyrus believed that it wasn't a simple case as he was not talented enough, but because he had been idle for too long.
Even so, his abilities surpassed most Aurors.
Cyrus reckoned that Aberforth's strength was probably on par with his own.
"No one named Dumbledore is easy to mess with." Cyrus thought, recalling Aberforth's son, Credence. His immense magical power had even allowed him to control the Obscurus within his body.
The phoenix by Dumbledore's side very likely originally belonged to Credence.
Having learned the secrets he wanted to know, Cyrus wasted no time and immediately Apparated to Hogsmeade.
The Hog's Head Inn looked as usual, though the business had been quite poor recently.
The three brooms were fine; after all, there were hardly any dark wizards there. However, inside the Hog's Head Inn, it seemed like almost every customer was unsavoryāsome might be hiding secrets in their heads, or their bodies might be chopped up and stored in boxes. The Aurors and Dementors searched all night, but no one was willing to take the risk.
Aberforth didn't care one bit.
He couldn't care less about having customers.
As long as wizards could still afford wands, there would always be food to eat.
He sat silently behind the bar, pouring a drink for an old wizard who had lost all his teeth. The old wizard leisurely glanced at "The Quibbler" and occasionally cracked a smile.
He was the only customer these days.
Aberforth couldn't remember when this old wizard started coming here day after day, unaffected even by the Dementors' daily patrols.
Aberforth didn't dwell on it, because at that moment, the door to the bar opened again.
He grumbled unhappily, "Tsk, It's not time for your patrol yet."
"Sorry, but I'm not a Dementor."
A wizard stood outside the door.
Aberforth raised his eyes from beneath his gray hair and noticed the stranger.
"How about a glass of brandy, and if you can add a little fresh dragon blood, that would be even better."
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Voldy vs MC! is happening!
It's like Soldier Boy vs Homelander lol.