A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 559 The Phoenix is ​​Born
This phoenix egg, which had been silent for a long time, finally woke up tonight. The air around it seemed to tremble slightly because of the miracle that was about to happen.

With a slight cracking sound, fine cracks began to appear on the eggshell, and then it peeled off bit by bit.

A palm-sized baby bird, with curiosity about the world, shakes its furry head and wings that have not yet grown full feathers, and strives to break free from the eggshell.

"Welcome, little one." Rogge's eyes flashed with anticipation and tenderness.

The broken eggshells did not scatter all over the ground, but turned into orange-red energy, like tiny bolts of lightning, penetrating into the body of the chick.

The baby bird stood up tremblingly. Although it could not open its eyes yet, its posture revealed an innate pride, as if it knew that it was born extraordinary.

It suddenly raised its neck and used all its strength to open its small beak. Its tiny tongue trembled at high speed, and a small but high-pitched clear cry came from its throat.

Qiang Qiang~
Although the cry was immature, it contained infinite power. The sea of ​​fire in Rogge's hand suddenly became agitated, as if it felt a strong call.

The flames spread out in strands, transforming into all kinds of wonderful shapes: some turned into blooming red flowers, some turned into floating white clouds...

"It's amazing!" The wizards of the Wizengamot couldn't help but stand up, wanting to see more clearly.

Thousands and thousands of flames danced wildly throughout the Wizengamot, just like the ancestors of ancient tribes, offering their most ardent loyalty to their great gods.

Thousands of flames turned into flying birds at the same time, gathering towards the chick in Roger's arms. At this moment, it was like a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix, a spectacular sight.

Countless birds formed of flames circled in the air, chirping happily, as if celebrating the birth of the new king.

The little phoenix opened its tender beak and swallowed all the flames into its stomach. As it absorbed every wisp of flame, its body began to undergo amazing changes. Fast-growing feathers emerged from its skin, gradually changing from light red to dazzling golden red.

At the same time, its tender body grew stronger under the nourishment of the flames, and its wings gradually grew fuller.

"Phoenix...Phoenix?" The young wizard stuttered, his eyes full of disbelief, "Merlin, this is a phoenix, right?"

"Right. But as far as I remember, Dumbledore is the only one in the entire wizarding world who owns a phoenix. Could it be that I, an old man, remembered it wrongly?"

"That should be correct." The person next to him was even more unsure, his voice full of confusion, "If the chick in Roger's arms is a phoenix, then what is Dumbledore's Fawkes?"

"Fawkes is of course a phoenix! The core of my wand comes from Fawkes' tail feathers."

"Could this be the second phoenix?"

The wizards exchanged glances quickly, and everyone's expression was filled with shock and excitement.

At the same time, the young bird in Roger's arms, which had just emerged from the fire, was confirming the wizards' speculation with its gorgeous appearance: it was the most magical creature in the magic world - the Phoenix, the immortal bird.

Its tears are the most precious antidote in the magic world, and can heal all injuries. Its feathers are the most beautiful material in the magic world, and can be made into powerful wands. Its flame, its immortality, its singing...

The air in the Wizengamot became even hotter than before, as if everyone's inner fire was ignited by this magical creature.

The wizards leaned forward on the table, their eyes fixed on the baby bird in Rogge's hand like searchlights, afraid of missing any details.

At this moment, the young phoenix rubbed Rogge's fingers affectionately, with a lively light in its eyes. Although it swallowed the sea of ​​fire that Rogge had just released, it still failed to satisfy the little guy's strong appetite.

"Don't be impatient, little glutton. I will let you eat your fill." Rogge chuckled, drew out his wand, and began to draw a magnificent and complex trajectory in the air.

At the same time, he began to chant an ancient and complex spell in a low voice: "Eternal fire, coming from the stars in the deep space. Crossing the boundaries of time and space, burning eternal light..."

A wizard recognized the spell that Rogge was casting and couldn't help but shout: "Gublai Fairy Fire?!!!"

"What? It's really the Gublai Fairy Fire? Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

"I may not be able to figure out mathematical divination, but can I make mistakes in spell rhetoric?"

"The eternal immortality of Gublai Fairy Fire does not come from magic power, but from the stars. The wizard must transfer his magic power into the starry sky and intercept a ray of light emitted by the distant stars."

"Then, bind it and make it into Gublai Fairy Fire. This is one of the most profound magics, symbolizing light and power."

As soon as he finished speaking, they saw a red beam of light shoot out from Rogge's wand. The wizards all held their breath and raised their heads following the red light.

This ray of light was like a sharp sword, piercing through the magnificent dome of the Wizengamot, piercing through the thick walls of the Ministry of Magic, breaking through the curtain of the night sky, and flying straight into the vast Milky Way.

"Which star will he choose?" The young wizard muttered curiously, "Logically, the brightest star at night should be Sirius."

Dumbledore's azure pupils stared upward, as if they were penetrating through layers of obstacles and reaching the sea of ​​stars.

As one of the wizards who could make Gubler's fairy fire, he knew all the details and difficulties involved.

The first is timing. During the day, the sun is too strong and will block out all the starlight, and the violent sunlight is difficult to control. At night, there are too many stars and you will get lost if you are not careful.

"A wizard must have four key elements: a strong magical foundation, precise spell skills, extensive astronomical knowledge, and most importantly: an unwavering heart. Only in this way can a Gublai fairy fire that never goes out be made."

The night sky is dotted with stars, like countless diamonds scattered on black velvet. In the winter night sky of the northern hemisphere, the most dazzling star is the blue-white Sirius.

However, Roger did not choose the starlight of Sirius as the source of the fairy fire. His magic beam shot directly at a star that looked even dimmer, Alpha Centauri.

It is located in a corner of the constellation of Queen. When you look up at the starry sky from Earth, its light is not as dazzling as Sirius. But Roger knows that this is just a trick of Light Years.

This star, located hundreds of light years away, takes countless years to transmit its light to Earth. Although it looks slightly dimmer than Sirius, which is several light years away, this just proves the power of Alpha Centauri.

If the two were at the same distance, Sirius would be like a firefly, and would not be able to compete with the bright moon.

Its starlight was a warm orange color, like a cozy bonfire. This beam of light from 230 years ago, guided by magic, flew towards Rogge's wand.

With a slight "swish" sound, the tip of the wooden stick was suddenly ignited by the starlight, turning into a ball of everlasting Gublai fairy fire. The orange flame danced, emitting a soft and lasting light.

The wizards on the platform burst into amazement and applause. Many of them had doubted whether Rogge could really intercept starlight and make Gubler Fairy Fire. But at this moment, the young wizard proved his strength with facts.

"It's incredible!" an old wizard said excitedly, "Although he chose Alpha Centauri instead of the brighter Sirius due to the limitations of his astronomical knowledge, we have to admit that Rogge's magic power, skills and mentality are in no way inferior to any powerful and famous wizard."

Dumbledore's eyes moved back and forth between Roger and the dancing orange fairy fire. He pulled his long beard unconsciously, and his eyes flashed with complex light.

Not long ago, he had made a Gubler fairy fire and asked Hagrid to bring it to the giant leader. But that white fairy fire looked so small compared to the one in Roger's hand. "Could it be that Alpha Centauri is brighter than Sirius?" Dumbledore whispered to himself, as if thinking about something.

As the inventor of the Deluminator, Dumbledore had a deep understanding of the nature of light. He knew very well that a light source of the same brightness would appear dimmer the farther away it was.

However, although astronomy follows this basic principle, its application is not simple and direct.

Because some of the stars in the night sky that appear to be very bright may not actually emit light, but instead reflect light like mirrors.

"There are innumerable stars in the sky, and wizards cannot detect them one by one. In addition, astronomy is profound and difficult to understand, and is more inclined towards the field of magic. This leads most wizards to mistakenly believe that what they see is real." Dumbledore, who was able to see through everything, looked around, looked at the expressions of amazement on the faces of other wizards, and sighed in his heart.

At this moment, the little phoenix leaped lightly, hooked Rogge's clothes with its tiny claws, and nimbly jumped in front of the Guble fairy fire.

Its bright eyes looked at the dancing flames curiously, looking left and right, as if studying a rare treasure.

Finally, the little phoenix opened its mouth carefully and took a breath of the fairy fire tentatively.

To everyone's surprise, this magical creature that could easily swallow the entire sea of ​​fire in the sky could only barely absorb a wisp of fairy fire from Alpha Centauri.

Dumbledore smiled slightly and nodded secretly. As the only two wizards who possessed the Phoenix, he understood the significance of this scene better than anyone else.

That seemingly ordinary orange flame probably contains energy far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The Gublai fairy fire circulated in the little phoenix's body, nourishing its life. At this moment, the little guy seemed to be drunk, staggering on the back of Rogge's hand, looking both cute and funny.

At the same time, even more bizarre changes occurred in its body.

The soft feathers gradually become hard, and the keratin sheaths emerge from the ground like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, climbing up section by section, and finally forming elastic hollow feather shafts.

Then, on both sides of the feather shaft, tiny barbs bloomed like snowflakes, spreading out more and more branches, gradually forming a flat and elegant structure.

These twigs are interconnected, giving the phoenix's wings a strong yet elastic quality.

In just five minutes, the handful-sized ball of fur transformed into a handsome and elegant phoenix.

Its body is covered with red and gold feathers, like dancing flames, reflecting dazzling brilliance in the eyes of every observer. Its tail feathers are like a soft and gorgeous skirt, swaying gracefully as it jumps and flies.

"Phoenix!" This name rang in everyone's mind at the same time, with sincere amazement.

What makes everyone even more excited is that this is an ownerless phoenix.

Even though Roger found it and helped it hatch and grow, and even though birds usually regard the first creature they see after opening their eyes as their mother.

But in the wizarding world, there are no constraints of contracts, which means that anyone has the opportunity to take the newborn phoenix as their own.

But when he thought of the sea of ​​fire in the sky that Rogge had just released and the Gubulai fairy fire that he had created, the impulse in his heart seemed to be extinguished by ice water.

Greed, jealousy, hostility...all kinds of complicated emotions intertwined in their hearts. These wizards on the high platform, they were dressed in gorgeous robes and their hair was combed meticulously, but at this moment, they were as ugly as hungry wolves and dementors.

Rogge was acutely aware of the change in the atmosphere around him, but his expression remained calm. Phoenix used his shoulder as a perch, turning his head to look around curiously.

"Now, does anyone still doubt my ability to protect the Aurors' safety?" His voice was low and powerful.

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, shattering the last trace of thought in the room.

A trace of barely perceptible fear flashed across Umbridge's face. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just sat back silently, her eyes full of frustration and unwillingness.

"That's all I have to say to this inquiry. I make no apology, nor do I think it was wrong to kill him. Now..." He drawled, looking around like the master of this place.

The wizards above had different expressions. Some frowned in thought, as if they were weighing the pros and cons. Some stared at the phoenix intently, their eyes flashing with undisguised desire. Some gnashed their teeth, obviously very dissatisfied with the current situation...

"Humph, who gave you the courage?" Roger sneered in his heart. These people were afraid to face the Death Eaters, but they wanted to get their hands on his Phoenix. How fearless.

boom!
He dropped his fist on the table, drawing everyone's attention. "Now, please allow the Chief Magician and the purple robed members of the Wizengamot to vote."

Amelia was obviously stunned for a moment, and she quickly took the lead: "Please raise your hands if you think Roger Travis should be held responsible for Brown's death."

"Amelia, this is not right!" Little James suddenly shouted, "We are also involved in this inquiry and should have the right to vote."

"This is the Wizengamot!" Roger teased the phoenix with his fingers and said leisurely, "Could it be that the MACUSA has become the master of the Ministry of Magic?"

"I am a British wizard. Who are you? Are you qualified to vote here?" Roger retorted bluntly, "Besides, this happened on Voldemort's territory. You will be qualified to summon me only after you have recaptured the East Coast."

Little James was choked by these words and was speechless. He tightened his lips, and a trace of anger and frustration flashed in his eyes. Finally, he glared at Roger fiercely and sat back in his seat heavily.

The others in the hall looked at each other in bewilderment. Even if they racked their brains, they could not find any loopholes in Roger's words. After all, this inquiry was a routine investigation of British wizards by the British Ministry of Magic. As the victim, the American representative had no right to interfere with the voting results.

The members of the Wizengamot talked in low voices, and from time to time they looked up at Rogue's Phoenix.

Was Rogge's behavior wrong? Of course, killing a survivor with one's own hands was disturbing. But was it a crime? That's... hard to say.

Should the purple wizard raise his hands to indicate guilt, they would face hostility from the Aurors of the Department of Law Enforcement.

After all, Rogue's actions were heroic and necessary in the eyes of the Aurors.

In addition, he was too young and very powerful. Whether it was the Sky Sea of ​​Fire or the Gublai Fairy Fire, they could prove his attainments and abilities in magic.

Considering the Travis family behind Roger, the support of the holy pure-blood wizards, and the phoenix on his shoulders, the purple wizards are certain that Roger will become the next Dumbledore.

Everyone exchanged knowing glances, and Amelia had to speak again: "Please raise your hands if you think Roger should be held responsible."

The Wizengamot was completely silent. The purple-robed wizards on the platform did not move at all. No one raised their hands.
"0!" Amelia's tone became relaxed. "I declare that the Wizengamot and this Chief agree that Roger Travis is not responsible for the loss of Brown in Operation Elk."

"Inquiry No.: WM-1996114-0001, closed."

(End of this chapter)