Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Bodrick's arms are extremely long, taking up almost two-thirds of his entire body. Although he is short, his hands are bigger than the average person.

At this moment, the palm like a fan blade waved down, and the goblins behind him immediately received the order to charge, and rushed forward screaming with weapons raised.

They passed through the narrow copper door, passed through the disappearing wall, and swarmed into the large dark space like a swarm of insects. Bo Derek almost thought that Cyrus was dead. He looked at this huge space comfortably, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

"There is actually such a secret vault in Vault 12. What Lanlock recorded is indeed correct. Just in time, use the blood of this wizard to find the power of ancient magic!"

His cross-eyed eyes were full of cruelty, and the wizard's life was worthless to him.

But this is exactly the same for Cyrus. He doesn't feel any guilt at all for killing the goblin.

Leprechaun?

It sounds nice, but in fact, the real names of these guys should be-goblins.

A cunning, greedy and cruel monster.

These ugly little devils rushed towards Cyrus one after another, each of them with red eyes, as if they wanted to tear Cyrus alive, drink up his blood, and chew up his flesh.

Most of the goblins wore light armor with certain magic resistance and held silver weapons in their hands. A few of the goblins held wands in their hands and vented their magic.

"Are all the actors here? Then let the show begin." Cyrus's wand gracefully drew an "R"-shaped trace in the air. When the original form was displayed, the wand flew away from the goblins. Spell.

"Rumble--"

After his magic was released, the knights under the ice suddenly appeared in this dark space like reflections. Their expressions were solemn and solemn, and they carried an ancient aura, as if they had appeared in this place thousands of years ago. Like here.

How could the charging goblins expect so many stone statues to appear here, especially when they appeared on the road ahead without warning. Many goblins tripped over the stone statues and rolled around like balls.

"What's going on? Where did these stone statues come from?" Bo Derek's eyes widened.

"What? Isn't it mentioned in Lanlock's manuscript?" Cyrus chuckled. He had read Lanlock's manuscript and naturally knew that the manuscript did not record what happened after Lanlock entered the secret vault.

In fact, since then, Lanlock has disappeared with his secrets and the fairy treasure. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so spurned by the goblins.

Cyrus shot a magic spell into the air, an enhanced version of fluorescent light, the ultimate fluorescent light.

The white light flew out and hung in the air. It was very bright, like the cold sun in winter, lighting up the entire dark cave at once.

The goblins were stung by the sudden bright light and blinked their eyelids unnaturally. Under the light, the bodies of the knights slowly overlapped with the shadows under the ice.

"Crackling——"

They came to life, the sound of stiffness echoed in the secret vault, and fine stone chips were scattered around the joints of their bodies.

Cyrus even put away his wand, crossed his hands and raised the corners of his mouth: "Should I say something at this time -"

He raised his hands gracefully, as if conducting music:

"Shidun is dispatched."

The knights drew their swords!

They are guardians, powerful warriors, and emotionless machines. Anyone who breaks into this secret vault, no matter who he is, will be the target of attack.

Obviously, it was the goblins who occupied the greater number at this moment.

Cyrus chuckled lightly, and without looking back, turned the weapon of the knight behind him who was planning to cut him in half with a stone ax into a bouquet of flowers. Then, he quietly turned into a wisp of black smoke and rushed up to the black dome.

He disappeared, leaving the battlefield with goblins and stone statues.

Bodrick thought the stones were a trick of Cyrus's.

"No wonder that despicable wizard dares to fight with us!" He gritted his teeth and cursed angrily, commanding his men to fight the knights, "Smash them all!"

In an instant, the sound of metal and rocks hitting each other was heard everywhere in the secret vault.

The goblins broke the knight's legs with hammers, while the knights pierced the goblins' bodies with sharp weapons, lifted them high and then smashed them down!

They wielded axes to cut off the goblin's head, split the goblin's chest with their blades, and crushed the goblin's head with their feet!

Blood covered the uneven ice.

The huge casualties made Bo Derek shaken. He felt fear and his body trembled. But he had no intention of giving up.

"Calm down Bodrick, these are necessary sacrifices. If we goblins want to regain our rights, we must pay the price with our lives. Ancient magic is crucial!"

"Hang on, brothers!" Boderick shouted, but he pretended to fight while avoiding the knights. "We are more numerous!"

Sacrifice is necessary, but sacrificing yourself is not necessary.

"But, Lord Bodrick, they are repairing themselves!" one of the goblins said with fear.

Only then did Bo Derek realize that the knights whose legs had been broken stood up again not long after, and the scattered gravel and broken limbs returned to their bodies as if they had reversed time.

If this continues, there will be no end.

Goblins don't come back from the dead.

"The despicable wizard actually does this!"

"Find that despicable wizard and kill him! The magic will be broken!"

For wizards, death means the dissipation of magic. Bodrick thought that these stone statues were summoned by Cyrus, so now he only needs to find Cyrus and kill him to stop all this.

His cross-eyed eyes searched for signs of Cyrus.

But Cyrus had already flown into the air during the initial confusion, and the sky above was still dark. He was now between the physical state and the black smoke state. The flying spell invented by Voldemort was indeed easy to use.

It just looks a little too evil and dark.

Bo Derek couldn't find any trace of Cyrus, and as he watched the number of goblins dwindle, he suddenly didn't know what to do. It all seemed like a dream. With so many of them besieging a wizard, he should have won, obtained ancient magic, and become the hero of the goblins.

But now——

In his ears were the painful screams and wails of the goblins.

"It can't be like this... I must be dreaming, yes, I am dreaming."

He muttered to himself, trying to deceive himself with dreams, but something flew from nowhere and hit his head hard, and the pain reminded him that this was not a dream.

Bo Derek opened his eyes and saw a craggy, ugly head rolling at his feet.

The head stopped and stood upright. His eyes were still open. The eyeballs protruded outward due to the huge force and hung on the pointed nose.

He opened his mouth full of blood, as if to express his resentment.