A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 563 Fairy Magic (5K)

Clang clang (so weak) ~
Fox looked at the figure of the other flying back, his wet little eyes flashing with stubbornness, as if he was secretly vowing: "When I grow up, we'll see who's weaker!"

On the street outside the Ministry of Magic, only a few wizards rushed into the Ministry of Magic building to help despite the danger. Most wizards hid in dark corners, whispering and secretly watching this thrilling incident.

"Do you think Dumbledore and Amelia will really be in trouble?" A witch wearing a pointed hat whispered to her companion.

"Who knows!" The man shook his head and sighed, "If they really do... the British wizarding world will probably be turned upside down."

"It's not necessarily a bad thing if the world turns upside down."

"Hmm? You...what you said seems to make sense."

Indeed, if both Dumbledore and Amelia died, the British wizarding world would undoubtedly usher in unprecedented changes. Moreover, there are a group of pure-blood wizards trapped on the tenth floor underground.

In other words, the power they have held for so long will be in a vacuum, and anyone in the magic world can intervene and fight for it.

Many half-blood and Muggle-born wizards secretly rejoiced, "Our spring is coming soon. Tonight, this winter."

"Albus!" Professor McGonagall, wearing a plaid robe, rushed over, her face full of worry and disbelief, "Merlin's beard, how could this happen?"

Soon after, Professors Flitwick, Sprout and others also rushed over, their faces filled with shock and worry.

Roger looked around and found that Professor Snape was not there. He breathed a sigh of relief and thought, "As a double agent, the teacher shouldn't be here."

Professor Sprout and Madam Pomfrey immediately threw themselves into the rescue work. They skillfully used herbs and potions to treat the wounded, and at the same time directed the stretchers to transfer the seriously injured patients away.

"Don't worry about your legs, they can grow back."

"Internal organs are damaged! It's a bit troublesome. We need to go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Sorrow."

"Broken bones are just minor injuries, stop yelling. Stay strong, Auror!"

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At the same time, Professor Flitwick demonstrated his prowess as a spell master, skillfully casting various complex spells to support the crumbling building structure, greatly relieving Roger's pressure.

However, they all knew that magic power would eventually run out, but gravity would never stop. If they could not find a permanent support, floors 1-8 would fall sooner or later.

"Transfiguration Spell: Pillar." Professor McGonagall's wand drew several graceful arcs in the air, and the bright white light poured down like flowing water.

As everyone watched in amazement, the rubble and planks turned into giant stone pillars that rose from the ground and soared into the sky, seemingly able to support the entire wizarding world.

However, just as the stone pillars were about to touch the bottom of the eighth floor, something strange happened: the stone pillars that seemed indestructible suddenly dissipated like bubbles.

The Transfiguration spell failed and they returned to their original form.

"This...how is this possible?" Professor McGonagall muttered to herself, looking at her wand in disbelief.

There was a hint of panic in her voice, but she quickly regained her composure. "No, I won't give up," she whispered, and was about to cast a more powerful spell.

"Minerva... ahem..." Dumbledore slowly stood up with the help of Madam Pomfrey. Although his face was pale, his eyes were still wise and calm.

"Don't use the Transfiguration Charm." He shook his head gently, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Voldemort...he stole the ninth floor."

Professor McGonagall's eyes suddenly paused, and she murmured, "Department of Mysteries? No wonder... No wonder the Transfiguration spell failed."

The wizards around exchanged confused looks, obviously not quite understanding what this meant.

Professor Flitwick looked at the gradually stable building and explained while helping Roger to share the pressure: "The Department of Mysteries is the Ministry of Magic. No, it should be said that it is the most mysterious department in the entire wizarding world."

"It stores and studies magical items discovered and excavated from all over the world. The brain in the vat, the veil of death, the space-time conversion... everything you can imagine and cannot imagine is there."

"These items have one thing in common: mystery. Many of them also harbor deadly dangers." As the head of Ravenclaw, Professor Flitwick knows much more about the Department of Mysteries than ordinary wizards.

After all, most of the young eagles who graduate from Ravenclaw every year devote themselves to the study of mysterious things.

The good news is that it is the end of the holiday season and the researchers in the Department of Mysteries are not at work. The bad news is that the Ravenclaws graduating this year may not be able to find a job.

"In order to prevent those items from causing any unexpected situations," he sighed and continued, "additional protective spells have been cast on the main hall on the eighth floor above and the Wizengamot below. Among them, spells to counter the Transfiguration Curse are included."

"The Department of Mysteries is more of a prison for mysterious objects than a place of research."

Professor McGonagall suddenly realized, "So that's why you used a spell to stop the collapse, instead of using a Transfiguration spell to create support."

Dumbledore and Flitwick nodded at the same time, unable to think of a better solution. They could only continue to consume their magic power to prevent the building above them from falling like a domino.

Professor McGonagall looked around, her sharp eyes now filled with worry. Most of the wizards were pale and their wands were shaking, obviously they had exhausted their magic power.

The joining of the Hogwarts professors is undoubtedly a timely help, but in the face of such a huge building, their strength still seems insignificant.

"Two minutes left!" Roger whispered, turning to Jessica, "Mom, you leave first."

Jessica pursed her lips and shook her head firmly. She said nothing, but the determination in her eyes was better than a thousand words. She would fight with all her strength until the last moment.

Even if she fails in the end, she will protect her son under her and use her body to provide the final protection.

Roger saw his mother's determination, and he was moved and anxious. "Phoenix can take me away, you go first." He shouted loudly, with a hint of pleading in his voice: "Believe me, I will definitely return home safely."

Jessica turned her head and stared at her son's face silently. At that moment, it seemed as if time had stopped. Her eyes contained too many complex emotions: worry, pride, reluctance...

After a long moment, she slowly put down her wand and gently stroked her son's face with her fingers, as if to engrave this moment in her memory forever.

"I'll wait for you outside." Her voice was weak, but firm as iron. "Promise me that you will come back. I'm still waiting to cook for you."

Roger nodded heavily, tears flashing in his eyes, "Mom, I want to eat grilled lamb chops."

"Yeah." Before leaving, Jessica looked at her son reluctantly.

Under the organization of Professor McGonagall, the wounded and the wizards who had overdrawn their magic power were transferred out one by one. With each transfer, the people who stayed behind had to bear greater pressure. In the end, only a dozen wizards were left in the entire Ministry of Magic.

On the panel, the rate at which Rogge's magic power was decreasing per second was approaching 1. He hoped that Bellinrum would not let him down.

The crowd on the street was getting bigger and bigger. Some people were standing on tiptoe anxiously, some were praying in a low voice, and some were holding their wands nervously, ready for anything at any time.

The air was filled with tension and anticipation, as if the entire wizarding world was holding its breath.

What were they waiting for: the roar of a building collapsing, or the roar of victory?
No one knows. But everyone knows that what is happening at this moment will change the history of the wizarding world forever. The future hangs in the balance.

"Rogge, we're back!" Bellingrum shouted excitedly, his joy like a ray of light, illuminating the Wizengamot.

He waved the box in his hand and said loudly, "Olivander wouldn't let us take the wand, so we brought him and the wand with us."

Behind him, Ollivander, wrapped in his nightgown, was tied up tightly by the goblin. The famous wand maker, with his mouth tied by a rope, could only make vague whimpering sounds. His gray eyes flashed with anger and helplessness.

The goblins following Bellinrum were like children who had grabbed candy. They held colorful wooden boxes of wands and compared who had the highest stack. For many goblins, this was indeed their first time to touch a wand so closely.

"Will the goblin's stone magic work?" Professor McGonagall's voice was filled with obvious worry, "Transfiguration will be ineffective..."

"Hey, witch, don't look down on others!" Bellinrum raised his head, his eyes shining with pride.

He picked up a wand in front of all the wizards. The excitement and pleasure hit his brain, screaming: "The magic of us goblins is different from that of you wizards."

"In addition to being able to manage Gringotts' wealth, we are also adept at mining for stone and precious metals."

"Any magic or item related to rocks cannot escape our eyes. You may be good at transformation, but when it comes to manipulating stones, I dare say no one is better than us."

"Our forging skills are the best in the magic world. Even the smartest blacksmith among wizards can't reach one ten-thousandth of the goblins' skills." Bellinrum proudly showed off everything about the goblins, "We were once able to make magic equipment and control dragons..."

"Hurry up." Rogge had to speak up and interrupt his long speech, "Hurry up and build a stone pillar to support it."

"No problem, watch us!" Bellinrum roared and ordered the goblins behind him, "Pick up your wands and build stone pillars for our friend Rogge to support the collapsed building!"

"For our friends!" the goblins shouted in unison, their voices passionate and united.

At this moment, they are no longer a group marginalized by the wizarding world, but the key force to save the Ministry of Magic. With thick fingers grasping the slender wand, unusual magic flows in the air, forming a wonderful magical symphony.

Roger stood aside, carefully sensing the magical fluctuations in the air. He listened to the ancient spells chanted by the fairies, and the long syllables echoed in his ears.

Suddenly, he sensed a familiar presence: an element.

This discovery shocked Roger. Wizards, fairies, and house elves each have their own unique magic systems. The difference between them is sometimes greater than that between humans and dogs.

Yet, beneath these seemingly disparate magics, there seems to be some common foundation.

"Spirit of the earth, hear my prayer. Infuse your fortitude into my body and transform it into a pillar of stone and steel!" Bellinrum's voice echoed in the empty hall.

Countless earth elements emerged from the depths of the earth like a tide, climbing up along the feet of the fairies. The air suddenly became extremely heavy, as if the gravity had suddenly increased several times.

The wizards present felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, but the goblins were not affected and instead seemed even more excited.

The tips of the goblins' wands glowed with a unique black-and-yellow light, completely different from the colors of wizard magic. As the light flickered, clusters of rocks began to emerge from the ground.

The rocks looked unremarkable at first, like tree stumps left behind at a logging site.

However, these tree stumps turned out to be alive. They began to collide and merge with each other, accumulating layer by layer and gradually forming huge stone pillars.

"Rock. Strength. Indestructible!" Bellinrum roared, and his wand shone even brighter.

In this strong light, the rocks condensed by the earth element began to compress and condense further. Their structure became tighter and tighter, and finally transformed into extremely hard stone pillars.

The surface of these stone pillars shone with a shiny black metallic luster, as if they were made of steel, but with the texture of rock. The top of each stone pillar rested firmly on the bottom of the building, forming an indestructible support.

The goblins worked together and finally built seven huge stone pillars under the building. These stone pillars were evenly distributed in key positions, perfectly supporting the entire crumbling Ministry of Magic building.

"Rogge, it's done." Bellinrum said breathlessly, his voice filled with fatigue, but more of a sense of accomplishment.

The wizards around breathed a sigh of relief, their tense nerves relaxed at this moment. They looked at each other, with surprise and relief in their eyes.

They finally defeated Voldemort's conspiracy and saved the Ministry of Magic, thanks to the help of the goblins.

"Not enough." Roger shook his head and explained softly: "Although these stone pillars are strong, they are just additional ones and have no structural connection with the Ministry of Magic itself. Once a strong earthquake occurs, the whole building is still at risk of collapse."

"What should I do then?" Bellingrum scratched his head, not knowing how to solve this problem.

"Let these stone pillars continue to grow, wrapping around the entire Ministry of Magic like ivy. They will become the outer wall of the Ministry of Magic, like a barrier."

"I understand what you mean, but it requires a lot of magic power." Bellinrum agreed with Roger's point of view, but said that it was impossible to do it. "Our goblin magic is different from that of wizards. It's impossible to do it."

Seeing everyone's puzzled expressions, he further explained: "You wizards use emotions to control magic power and make spells take effect. This is a talent of human wizards, and it allows you to quickly master powerful and complex spells."

"We fairies are communicating with the earth, using magic to move and process these stones. This is not transfiguration, it is not deceiving the eyes with appearances."

Professor McGonagall frowned slightly when she heard this. As a master of Transfiguration, she didn't like it when the other party evaluated the subject she taught in this way.

Admittedly, Transfiguration has some limitations and drawbacks, such as being unable to violate Gamp's Law of Transfiguration. However, its magic is absolutely beyond imagination.

Through the wizard's imagination, the Transfiguration Spell can meet almost all the needs of life. Beds, tables, carriages, clothes... In addition to food, wizards can even turn pebbles into Galleons.

Unfortunately, goblins have unique identification methods and can see through the tricks of bad wizards.

"Using magic to shape reality requires stronger magic power," Bellingrum added.

"What if the wizards are responsible for providing the magic power, and you are responsible for utilizing the earth element... to communicate with the earth and allow the stone pillars to continue to grow and change?" Roger gave his own suggestion, "We need to let the Minister of Magic come out."

"Grow out?"

"Yes, no longer hidden underground, but now a surface building. The damage caused by Voldemort has shaken the image of the Ministry of Magic and weakened the confidence of wizards to fight against him.

We need a symbol to show the power of the Ministry of Magic." Roger turned to the weak Amelia, and the minister nodded slightly, agreeing to Roger's plan.

"Then let's try?"

"Let's get started." Roger responded solemnly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "When the Ministry of Magic rushes out of the ground, you will find that there are still many good wizards in the world."

Although Bellinrum didn't quite understand the deep meaning of Roger's words, he could feel the importance of this plan. He took a deep breath and began to command other fairies to prepare to receive and guide the wizards' magic power.

"Everyone, we are about to have an unprecedented magical cooperation." Rogge finally mobilized, "Let your magic fly to the stone pillars, the fairies will guide them, and let the earth respond to our call."

"The Ministry of Magic will stand firm in our hands!"

As soon as the words fell, the wizards present began to raise their wands. For a moment, the lights of various spells intertwined in the air, forming a spectacular picture.

However, the conversion rate was frighteningly low. Out of ten wizards' magic powers, only one could be utilized.

Roger glanced at the panel and found that his magic power had dropped to double digits. The last time it was so low was when he was in the first grade.

Fortunately, he has the Phoenix and can transfer space at any time.

At the same time, Roger still did not relax his observation of the surroundings. He focused partly on maintaining the output of magic power, and the other part on quietly learning the process of the goblins casting magic.

This was the second elemental magic that Roger sensed after the fire element. As the magic power of the fairies fluctuated, the originally scarce earth element in the air became more active. With the help of his powerful mental power, he gradually captured some earthy yellow particles.

"Too little." Roger sighed in his heart, "I think I understand why ancient magic gradually became extinct."

(End of this chapter)