Chapter 117 Blood Will Guide the Way

The sunset slowly fell, and the ocean on the other side of the horizon was like a large golden field of hope, like rice ears that kept bowing in the surging wind and waves.

The sky on the other side gradually darkened, as if it was painted with the color of wisteria flowers. As time went by, the color became deeper and deeper, until the sky was completely dark and the light yellow moon hung.

After the end of August, the temperature has been dropping. Now it is almost October. The temperature on the seaside is not high, and the sea breeze is cool.

"It's time to start the ceremony." Rookwood looked up at the moonlight. Including him, a total of nine black-robed wizards formed a circle, and the unconscious Tonks lay in the center.

The goblin stood a little further away. He only took off his hood now, revealing his ugly face. Most goblins look similar in Cyrus' eyes, with very similar appearances and personalities.

"Wake him up." Rookwood looked down at Tonks and said indifferently.

One of the dark wizards immediately shot a red spark from his wand onto Tonks' body, causing the unconscious Tonks to moan in pain.

She slowly woke up, the pain in her body had not yet dissipated, and a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, but soon, Tonks forced herself to calm down. Although she was not yet a formal Auror, she had at least trained with Moody before.

Tonks tried her best to glance up, but she couldn't see much from that angle, especially now that it was night, and the silver moonlight was bright, but it cast a veil over everything around her.

She could hear the sound of the waves and guessed that this was probably at the seaside. But Britain is an island country, with coastlines everywhere from Great Britain to Northern Ireland.

"Where is this?"

She struggled, but to no avail.

Her whole body was tightly tied up by ropes made of magic, and when she tried to break free, she looked like a giant maggot.

Although it was a bit inappropriate, Cyrus still found it a little funny.

Cyrus stood on the broken stone pillar for a long time, so he opened and closed his wings several times, moving around, and preparing for a possible battle. Several hours passed, and no one noticed his presence.

In fact, he was already very conspicuous, but on such a lonely seashore, the rugged sea cliffs and dilapidated ruins became his cover. There was nothing strange about an eagle appearing here.

None of the nine dark wizards answered Tonks's question, but just lowered their heads and chanted spells.

Cyrus didn't know how to describe it. Those spells were more like some kind of evil ritual, and the magical power hidden in this huge tower seemed to be awakened under the magic of the spell.

He saw the bright blue light under the night sky from the source - a crystal stone - lit up, like a stream of water spreading along some carvings until it covered the plane of the towering tower, and wrapped the nine dark wizards and Tonks in it.

A translucent wall slowly emerged, and the other side of the wall was not clear, as if it was separated by a thick layer of bubble film. In addition, there is a twisted emblem like a wisp of silver smoke.

Cyrus took in all the changes in magic, but not everyone can see the traces of ancient magic. Even if Cyrus didn't know whether Voldemort had this talent, he could see the power of ancient magic now.

Obviously, those dark wizards didn't have this talent, and they couldn't see these changes.

"Doklo, you deceived me!" Rookwood immediately fired a spell at Doklo in anger.

The goblin named Doklo stood far away, and he was holding a wand in his hand, so he had time and ability to deal with the sudden attack. He picked up the spell with force, and then said sharply: "I said, only you wizards like to deceive."

"Then you'd better explain to me why there is no reaction at all!" Rookwood roared angrily, "Otherwise I will let you and this Auror die here together!"

After he finished speaking, the other eight dark wizards had already picked up their wands and pointed them at Doklo.

Tonks, lying on the ground, dared not say a word, hoping that these people would fight each other so that she could find a chance to escape. But she soon realized that this was unrealistic.

Nine against one, the goblin could not cause any trouble to these dark wizards, and she herself had lost her wand and had no power to resist.

‘It looks like I’m dead.’ Tonks sighed.

She didn’t even expect “Dawlish” to come to save her now. After all, it had been at least six or seven hours since she was caught, but Dawlish had not appeared. God knows where that guy ran off to?

‘He must have gone to see the boss lady at the Three Broomsticks and got drunk!’ Tonks cursed in her heart.

But she didn’t give up on herself, but turned over, facing the night sky, and pressed her hands behind her back.

She was a Metamorphmagus. Although she couldn’t directly transform into an animal with a huge difference in size from humans like Animagus, Metamorphmagus could also change her body to a certain extent.

Her current physique was that of a strong man. As long as she made her arms slimmer, she could break free from the ropes. Doclo had attracted the attention of these dark wizards, giving Tonks the opportunity to act.

In the dark night, only Cyrus saw her little movements clearly.

"You can't see it because you don't have this talent." Doklo said sarcastically, "Only very few people can be favored by ancient magic. The difference between these people and you is like that between wizards and Muggles."

"How dare you say that we are lowly Muggles?"

"You are just a dirty goblin, and you dare to talk to us like this?"

Those wizards were instantly enraged. Even if they did not follow Voldemort to become Death Eaters in the past, it does not mean that they are close to Muggles.

In fact, most pure-blood wizards have a natural arrogance towards Muggles, and even half-blood and even Muggle-born wizards have the same idea.

Cyrus thinks this is a common phenomenon, but this arrogance should not be about blood, but about ability. People with magic are special enough in themselves.

Of course, it is important that a person must not be blinded by arrogance and cannot see the advantages and strengths of others in other aspects. If so, it is stupid.

Doklo wisely did not continue to irritate the nerves of these wizards. Some people have been in high positions for a long time and gradually cannot stand any unpleasant words.

"That's why I asked you to prepare a sacrifice--" He looked at Tonks cruelly under his rough and wrinkled eyelids.

"Perhaps blood can guide you?"

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