A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 564: Surrounded by Good Wizards

It is undeniable that ancient magic is powerful, but its shortcomings are obvious and too prominent.

First, a child with magical talent needs to sense the elemental particles in the air, which is like looking for a specific grain of sand in the vast ocean.

Then, they need to go through a long period of study and master complicated spells before they can use magic. This process is as difficult as climbing Mount Everest.

This system has rapidly raised the threshold for magic. Most students may not be able to master a few spells in their entire lives. This is undoubtedly a huge obstacle to the inheritance and development of magic, just like laying countless hurdles on the road to learning.

In comparison, although modern magic is not as powerful as ancient magic, its popularity and learning curve are obviously more suitable for large-scale teaching and use.

It's like a comic book that everyone can read, rather than an ancient secret book that only a few geniuses can decipher.

Moreover, with the changes in the environment, today's magic world is no longer suitable for these ancient magic skills. Learning ancient magic is like trying to grow plants that require a lot of water in the desert, which is doomed to be futile.

Even with Rogge's talent, he had to give up after trying to capture the earth element particles several times.

Because reality is cruel, and the change of the macro environment is far beyond the ability of individuals to resist. A fish swimming upstream may not necessarily become a dragon, but it is very likely to become the dinner of a bear.

He closed his eyes and sensed it carefully again. The earth element in the air was so scarce that it would be an exaggeration to describe it as barren. In contrast, the fire element was so abundant that it was almost exploding. No wonder he could cast fireballs at will.

Perhaps in ancient times, all elements were balanced. They were as abundant as oxygen in the air, allowing wizards to sense them easily.

But now, that era has passed. And he does not have the racial talent of the goblins, so it is impossible for him to step on the ground and cast earth element spells.

There was a subtle vibration, and the stone pillars beneath the Ministry of Magic underwent surprising changes.

They were no longer cold and hard, but like liquefied placenta, they slowly spread upwards. Wrapped in them, the entire Ministry of Magic seemed to have life.

It is like a small grass suppressed by a stone, rising tenaciously and stubbornly, rising little by little, and finally breaking through the ground.

At the same time, there was a commotion on the street outside the Ministry of Magic.

"Look, what is that?"

Someone rubbed his eyes and shouted, "That house, it...it seems to be rising?"

"It's not like, it's real."

"The Ministry of Magic is saved! Merlin, that's great!" The crowd burst into cheers.

"Let's go help."

"Yes, yes, they must be very tired. We must work together at this time!"

"Join the glorious battle!"

……

The wizards shouted and screamed, leaving the Muggles who were sticking their heads out of the buildings confused. In their eyes, these weirdos quickly disappeared into thin air.

The air of the Wizengamot resounded with magical vibrations, and a large number of wizards poured in like a tide. Their faces were full of excitement and determination, like warriors who had just arrived on the battlefield.

"Down with the Dark Lord!" the wizards shouted loudly, their voices filled with anger and hatred.

Another voice followed closely: "For the future of the wizarding world!"

Amelia's eyes swept over every new face, suppressing the anger in her heart. She took a deep breath and shouted in a loud voice: "We need more magic. From today on, the Ministry of Magic will no longer hide underground, but stand in the sun."

After a brief communication, the new wizards raised their wands and magic power flowed towards the stone pillars like stars.

Ten minutes later, thousands of wizards crowded into the Wizengamot, and the tremendous magical power flooded the entire room like a tsunami.

The concentration of magic in the air was so high that it could almost be seen with the naked eye, forming brilliant curtains of light.

Rogge let out a long sigh and gently interrupted the output of magic. He leaned against the steps and lay down, looking at the Ministry of Magic getting higher and higher, with a relieved smile on his face.

"Ten meters, twenty meters, one hundred meters..." Someone began to count loudly.

But Bellinrum shouted hurriedly, "Too many, we have reached the limit!"

A few minutes later, the wizards belatedly retracted their wands with regretful expressions on their faces.

The seven towering stone pillars are like silent black knights, emitting the light of obsidian. Each stone pillar is about 3 meters in diameter and has a smooth surface like a mirror. They stand in the city of London like straight giant trees, giving people an indescribable sense of solemnity and majesty.

After more than a hundred meters, slender vines grew on the surface of the stone pillars. They intertwined with each other, forming a complex and delicate honeycomb structure according to the unique aesthetic of the goblins.

Going up further, the 1st to 8th floors of the Ministry of Magic seemed to be cast in a layer of black steel. Against the backdrop of the night, the entire building seemed to be floating above London. The moonlight and starlight flowed over it, deep and beautiful.

The Ministry of Magic is the most prominent landmark on this land, standing at a height of 573 meters. It is not only the crystallization of the magic power of wizards and goblins, but also a model of cooperation between the two.

At this moment, Bellinrum came to Roger, panting, and fell to the ground with his wand in his arms. His face was full of fatigue, but his eyes were shining with satisfaction.

"You're right, there are still many good wizards in the world." He continued, "If it weren't for wizards, we wouldn't be able to build such a tall building. You know, goblins live underground. We can dig out any deep passage. But it's too difficult to build a surface building like this."

He sighed and asked immediately, "Tell me, does the Ministry of Magic belong to you wizards now, or to us goblins?"

Rogge laughed silently and turned his head to look at the busy crowd.

Amelia stood in the middle of the crowd, directing the memory cancellation team, "Hurry up, we need to erase the Muggles' memories before the incident escalates."

"Dawlish, you must fly to the Ministry of Magic immediately and carefully check every corner to ensure safety." She paused, "I have to go to 10 Downing Street in person to talk to the Muggle Prime Minister about this new building."

For some time to come, almost everyone will be working around the Ministry of Magic.

The Transport Department needs to test whether the Floo Network routes are safe and stable, the Department of Magical Creatures needs to count dangerous creatures... Most importantly, they have to find the disappeared Department of Mysteries.

Although Dumbledore was weak, he did not leave. He looked at the Ministry of Magic above his head and was determined to find the whereabouts of the Longbottoms, Sirius and others.

"They may be trapped inside." Dumbledore's brows were furrowed, worried that they would be taken away by Voldemort.

"Who do you think did this?" Roger asked casually.

Bellingrum said without hesitation: "The Dark Lord. We all saw it. He used the puppet wizard to attract everyone's attention, and then stole the ninth floor of the Ministry of Magic. What a cunning guy. Do you wizards have two heads?"

"Just like you, there is only one." Roger thought for a moment, then expressed his doubts: "But I don't think he can do it alone. Even if the Ministry of Magic is a building block, it is impossible to steal an entire floor so easily."

"Unless, he knows the structure of the Ministry of Magic very well. Then he can divide the Ministry into three parts quietly like a hot knife through butter."

"God's sword is invisible." Rogge's magic wand shot out a red light, and the stone steps under his feet broke with a sound. The cut on the stone steps was extremely smooth and flat, as if it had been cut by a precise laser.

He pointed to the broken stone steps and continued, "The residual scent of black magic is usually very obvious, and the investigators from the Ministry of Magic can quickly find corresponding clues. However, they still have no gains." "This shows that this kind of magic is beyond the cognition of wizards. Moreover, you goblins have a special talent for rock magic, don't you?"

When Bellinrum heard this, his face turned a little ugly. No one would be happy to be suspected of being a thief after helping wholeheartedly.

"Don't get me wrong, my friend." Roger noticed the displeasure on his face and added hastily, "I'm wondering if there is a possibility that this is a crime committed by Narrak."

"Him?" Bellinrum was startled at first, with surprise and confusion flashing in his eyes. Then, his expression became serious and he fell into deep thought.

As a godfather among American goblins, Narlak’s resources and influence may not be less than his own.

If the Dark Lord gave them some more powerful magic, maybe they could really accomplish what Rogge said.

A sense of urgency surged in his heart. Regardless of his physical fatigue, Bellinrum said anxiously: "I have to go and see it. I have to confirm it myself."

He borrowed a magic carpet from Rogge and floated into the sky.

One's own failure is terrible, but the success of one's own kind is even more worrying.

If Narrak really surpasses him in magic, it means that he will challenge the throne at any time and replace him as the new Fairy King.

"No, I can't let this happen." Bellingrum clenched his fists, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

"Rogge? Rogge!" Jessica rushed into the Wizengamot, shouting in the chaotic crowd, anxiously looking for her son.

Soon, a glimmer of red flame came into view. Jessica's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly pushed through the crowd.

When she finally saw Roger, she couldn't help but burst into tears. Phoenix was jumping on Roger's chest, as if celebrating something. Jessica cried and laughed, joy and fear surged in her heart at the same time.

"Mom," Roger saw his mother and showed a tired but warm smile, "I'm hungry."

These simple words melted Jessica's heart. She wiped away her tears and gently helped her son up, "Well, let's go home."

The mother and son walked in opposition to the cheering crowd in the Wizengamot.

Glory and victory may be very important, but at this moment they want to return to their warm home and enjoy a warm dinner together. Then, temporarily forget this extraordinary night and welcome the sun to rise again.

"This phoenix doesn't look like Fox at all." Jessica saw the phoenix jump onto Roger's head and reached out to gently drive it off. "Don't spoil it, or it will use your hair as a nest."

"Yeah, I get it, Mom."

"I'll ask Beibei to make a perch when we get back, just like the one in the principal's office."

"It doesn't look like it likes the perch."

"You'll like it once you get used to it. That's the case with all the owls in our house. I don't know if they will fight."

"Yuumi jumps and runs all day long, and plays with them every day. The curtains are almost shredded by him, but he hasn't caught a single mouse."

"How about buying another Kneazle?"

"No, that's too much. By the way, has Phoenix signed a contract with you?"

Roger shook his head slightly, "Dumbledore's kind? I don't think so. I didn't sense it."

"Maybe some special spell is needed. From the looks of it, it only recognizes you. Maybe one day, it will leave."

“Is it too early to say this now?”

"Early? How can it be early? You are already in fifth grade and will graduate soon. When I was your age..." Jessica's face suddenly turned red and she coughed twice, "Your father and I got engaged after graduation."

"You know Astoria? She was so lively when she came to our house a few days ago. That child is much more likable than Daphne."

"Uh..." Roger couldn't help but frown when he thought of the troublemaker.

He didn't say anything, just listened to his mother's chattering. Occasionally he would respond or cleverly change the subject. Jessica didn't mind her son's cunning at all, and continued to share her recent experiences and thoughts.

Finally, they returned to the villa by the Thames. As soon as he entered the door, the exhausted Roger sank directly into the soft sofa and soon fell into a deep sleep. In his hazy dream, a fiery red figure kept jumping around, attracting his attention.

"Ivan, long time no see." A familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded in the dream.

"This name..." Roger was stunned for a moment, looking at the face in front of him that was becoming clearer and clearer, and muttered, "Are you Maria?"

"Hahaha~" The other party laughed like a silver bell, "Thank you for remembering my name. You can also call me Finister."

"Phoenix, but I remember..."

"Dead, right?" Maria sighed, "Ivan, I am the cage that my father used to imprison Finistera, giving him the power of immortality."

"I used up the power of the Phoenix to prevent my sisters' souls from being destroyed by Kashchei. From that moment on, I became part of the Phoenix. However, it also put me into a deep sleep, thanks to the volcano..."

"Volcano? You mean the lava well in the manor?"

"Yes." Maria nodded in confirmation, "The heat it emits makes up for Finistera's life. And your magic and heartbeat awakened me."

Roger narrowed his eyes and carefully recalled what happened in the magic forest of Eastern Europe. Bathsheda's huge... Ahem, no, not this.

"Remember our deal? I'll help you kill Kashchei, and then the Phoenix will be mine."

"No." Maria raised the corner of her mouth slightly and corrected: "Help me kill Kashchei, and the Phoenix will belong to you after I die."

“Oh my god!” Looking at Maria, who was dressed in fiery red but had a cold personality, Roger shouted in pain: “If you become a phoenix, won’t you never die? You don’t have to fulfill our agreement!”

"That's right, Ivan."

It was the first time Roger saw Maria smile, and that smile was holy and pure. As she approached step by step, Roger felt his heart pounding wildly.

"Our heartbeats are synchronized." She pursed her red lips and whispered, "I am Finista, but Finista is not me."

"So when you wake up, remember to take good care of it. And my sisters, they will become tree spirits." Her fiery red lips (physically) were pressed against Rogge's brow, and a strange bond was formed at this moment.

Roger suddenly woke up from the sofa, touched his hot forehead, and was a little dazed for a moment.

He felt something strange and looked down, and he actually… "Alas, it's not that I don't follow the rules, but the goblin is too tempting."

Maria is a phoenix, a witch with a fiery appearance and a cold personality. Rogge's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and he hurried back to his room holding a pillow.

Phoenix on the sofa looked at Roger's back thoughtfully. Suddenly, a nimble cat jumped up.

(End of this chapter)