Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Bo Derek could no longer hold any ancient magic in his mind at this moment, nor could he think about the wonderful life of goblins who defeated wizards, ruled them, and enslaved wizard women. ♦♜

At this moment he just wants to escape from this hell!

And he did so.

He fled toward the entrance of the vault in a panic. In his panic, he stepped on an arm and fell.

But he didn't have time to get up, and instead used his hands and feet - which was not difficult at all for a goblin whose arms were almost dragged to the ground - like a wild dog with its tail between its legs.

Bo Derek was afraid that he was running too slowly, so he hurriedly took off his heavy armor as he climbed.

Behind him, the fairies were still fighting.

He didn't dare to make a sound, otherwise the goblins would find that he had become a escaping rat, and they would immediately give up fighting the knights and turn to tear themselves apart.

He knows the cruelty of goblins better than anyone else.

He was in a panic, but he finally saw that he was approaching the copper door. A tragic smile appeared on Bo Derek's face, and his hand stretched out towards the narrow metal door.

That is simply the narrow door of salvation in the Bible.

He could even see invisible light shining outside the door. As long as he passed through, he would be saved.

But just when his fingertips were about to touch the door, the door closed.

The smile on Bo Derek's face didn't even have time to disappear. He froze on the spot, watching the handsome wizard looking at him with a smile on his face.

The roar of the machine's operation came from the inside of the metal door, which was so inconspicuous and so harsh amid the earth-shattering shouts of killing not far away.

"Where are you going, Mr. Goblin?" Cyrus asked coldly.

The light in Bo Derek's heart went out.

"Sir, please..."

He knelt down in front of Cyrus with almost no hesitation, a sad prayer on his face. He reached out and tried to grab the hem of Cyrus's pants, but Cyrus took a step back.

He didn't want dirty bugs crawling on his body.

"Good night, sir." Cyrus picked up the wand in the air, and Bo Derek's head turned to the side uncontrollably.

"Click——"

Its cervical spine instantly shattered into powder.

Cyrus has no sympathy whatsoever, he is not killing an innocent man, this is a war between races.

His golden pupils looked at the battlefield in the secret vault. The goblins were already red-eyed, and the repair magic in the knights' bodies was being repeatedly triggered, and the magic power was constantly being consumed.

In the end, there were not even a single remaining goblin left, and their fighting spirit had been drained away. More importantly, some people have discovered that their leader disappeared without knowing it.

They lost their will to fight and began to retreat, even though the knights were also in dilapidated condition.

The magic spells on many knights seemed to be still taking effect, and the broken bodies were spliced ​​together again. They moved forward again, but collapsed after a few steps, as if they had lost their support after a piece was taken away. Scattered all over the floor like building blocks.

It was finally quiet here, the flickering light dimmed, and darkness struck again.

But this time, Cyrus is lighting it up with fire.

"Li Huo!"

He held the flame in his hand, and the perverse fierce fire was as peaceful as a harmless cat in his hand.

However, when Cyrus tilted his palm down, the flames immediately flowed down like lava. They immediately showed the terrifying appearance they should have, and the monsters in the flames roared silently.

Under the fierce fire, no matter whether they are knights or goblins, they cannot escape the fate of being burned to the ground, whether it is the stumps that can no longer be distinguished, or the goblins struggling in the fire, as if they are trying to tear their skin apart. , and eventually there was nothing left.

Cyrus stepped over the flames and saw a trail of fluids guiding his way forward.

This trace extends all the way to the deepest part of the darkness, and is the only guide to the real secret vault.

He walked slowly into the darkness.

Beside you, countless identical white stone pillars stand, making it dazzling. Cyrus looked back and saw that the battlefield had disappeared into the darkness.

The scenery was exactly the same everywhere, it was impossible to tell the difference.

If someone cannot see the traces of ancient magic, they will still be lost in this dark space even if they defeat the knight.

But for Sellers, it was just a maze with the right path marked.

He walked for a long time until he saw a huge three-dimensional spiral symbol. He picked up the wand and clicked it, and the symbol seemed to dissolve into the ground, then immediately surged up again and turned into a door.

The real secret vault was finally revealed in front of Cyrus.

Cyrus passed through the door and entered a splendid auditorium.

It is very high here, the entire room is circular, and the walls are carved with very detailed and gorgeous patterns. It looks like a church rather than a treasury.

The buildings here, even if they were torn down a little bit, would probably be enough for the Weasley family to travel to Africa.

But what really attracted Cyrus's attention was far from these superficial wealth, but knowledge and power!

He stepped on the ground as solid as water. In the center of the hall, which was also the center of the water flowing with magic, was what looked like a pool. Of course, it was actually a pensieve.

The basin contains water that can make memories emerge, and the memories of the four guardians are quietly suspended in the sky above the pensieve.

This doesn't seem to be anything special -

All it takes is a levitating spell, and even a bad wizard can do it. The premise is to ignore the fact that the four guardians have been dead for hundreds of years.

Normally, when the caster dies, their magic disappears.

After Voldemort was completely eliminated, his curse on the Defense Against the Dark Arts disappeared; after the death of the Potters, the Fidelity Curse also lost its effect. Because when the caster disappears, the spells they cast have no source of magic power.

But there are many exceptions, the most familiar example being Hogwarts.

This ancient castle has existed for thousands of years, but its creators, the Four Giants, have long since died. But to this day, the magic of the castle shows no signs of dissipating.

Either the entire castle itself is the product of ancient magic, or there's a massive source of magic at Hogwarts.

or--

Both?

Cyrus didn't know, but he knew that the secret of ancient magic was right in front of him, and this time, no one would suddenly appear to interrupt him.

"The guardian has gone to great lengths to set up so many tests, but it's not just to protect a memory that has no value."

Cyrus picked up the delicate little bottle suspended above the Pensieve and poured a stream of silvery, mercury-like liquid into the Pensieve. The water in the basin immediately rolled into a whirlpool.

"Show me your secret."

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