Chapter 553 The Petrified Wizard

The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, making people feel a little uneasy. Rogge's eyes fell on the shadows that appeared and disappeared in the distance, and he walked quickly through the corridor and came to a large warehouse.

"Where are the people?" He stared at the locked iron door in front of him, and a little doubt rose in his heart, "Did I see it wrong?"

When the heavy iron door was pushed open, the scene inside made Rogge gasp.

This is like a jade museum, with countless jade carvings arranged in an orderly manner on shelves and boxes. Jade dragons of emerald, ice Buddhas... and several jade hands.

"Barca's stolen goods are hidden here?" Jackie Chan exclaimed, and followed him into the warehouse.

He sighed and handed the sword to Rogge, with a curious look in his eyes, "What spell did you cast on those furniture outside just now?"

"You mean to restore them to their original state." Rogge smiled and said confidently: "Don't worry, even if these precious jades are accidentally broken, I can use spells to perfectly repair them."

He motioned Jackie Chan to follow behind him, and waved his wand gently, feeling the faint traces of magic in the warehouse. The two carefully walked through the jades, fearing that they might alert the enemy hiding in the dark.

Jackie Chan's eyes were involuntarily attracted by the wand in Rogge's hand. He whispered: "Is this the wand? It looks completely different from Dad's dried lizard and pufferfish."

"Well, although the appearance is different, the actual function is similar." Rogge pointed the wand at the door lock and whispered: "Alaho Open"

Accompanied by a slight sound, the closed door opened. He then used fluorescent flashes to illuminate the dim room behind the door.

"They are the medium for wizards to communicate magic. With these tools, we can ensure the power and accuracy of the spell."

The two held their breath and stepped into the room carefully. The whole wall was covered with carefully crafted wooden shelves, on which hundreds of wands of various shapes were neatly displayed. Various weak magic powers were mixed together, and Roger could no longer find the previous traces.

Jackie Chan noticed several wands on the table. They were stained with dark blood spots, which were particularly dazzling in the dim light.

His voice inevitably became serious: "These...are all wands? Why are they stained with blood?"

"That's right." Roger sighed, "The Bowei family is indeed different from other wand families."

"Most wizards have their own wands, but the magic world is not peaceful. We will divide wizards into white wizards and black wizards according to the nature of the spell."

Jackie Chan nodded thoughtfully: "This sounds a bit like the 'qi' mentioned by my father. My father said that there are black qi and positive qi in the world, and the two forces confront and balance each other."

"Well, this may be a philosophical interpretation of the same power by different cultures. Eastern culture emphasizes the harmony of yin and yang, and the balance of black and white; while the magic world tends to pursue a single purity." Roger paused and continued to explain.

"Since the 20th century, a particularly powerful white wizard has been born in the European magic world: Albus Dumbledore. He defeated the rising Dark Lord twice in a row and brought long-term peace to the magic world."

"The snake virus that raged some time ago, the Death Eaters captured the Magic Capitol of the United States... That series of terrorist events were all masterpieces of the second Dark Lord's comeback."

"If explained by the philosophy of yin and yang, it can be understood that the righteousness represented by Dumbledore is too strong, and the world unconsciously breeds dark wizards to maintain balance. This natural check and balance mechanism explains to some extent why the Dark Lord will not be extinct."

"As for these wands..." His eyes swept across the countless wands in the room, and his tone became heavy, "They are probably the spoils of Death Eaters or dark wizards. After the original owner of the wand was killed, it was sent to the Bowen family for transformation and then sold again."

This approach saves time and effort, and is undoubtedly a good choice for those forces eager to expand. This can also explain why Chris went to the Bowen family to seek the wand technology of the Jonker family.

Jackie Chan's eyes flashed with shock when he heard this. There were hundreds of wands on the shelf in front of him. In other words, at least one hundred wizards were killed.

"Oh my God, this is terrible. Sheriff Black never mentioned any connection between the Jade Thief and wizards."

"Maybe because of this disaster that swept the world, bad guys always attract other bad guys." Roger quickly looked around the room and thought to himself: "What is the shadow that just disappeared?"

Just then, a familiar voice came from behind, interrupting the conversation between the two: "Jackie Chan, did you meet a wizard?"

Turning around, Dad was wearing a red Santa hat, followed by Tru, who was as big as a hill.

"Ah, is it you?" Dad looked at Rogge and exclaimed, "What an evil aura."

Tru asked in a simple voice, "Dad, isn't he a good person?"

"I'm not referring to him." Dad held his glasses and shook his head, saying in Cantonese, "He is a black wizard, not an evil wizard."

"Is there a difference?" Tru scratched his head, looking confused, "Daolong is also a black wizard."

Rogge understood some of it, and then explained in fluent Mandarin, "Magic itself has no black and white distinction. It is because wizards use spells that there is such a distinction."

"I admit that frequent exposure to black magic does have some impact on personality. However, darkness and evil are two completely different concepts."

"Just like Jackie Chan's niece Xiaoyu, being naughty doesn't mean being a bad kid, right..."

"I heard someone calling me?" Xiaoyu's voice suddenly sounded next to him.

Everyone was startled and turned to see Xiaoyu sticking her head out of a big box with a naughty smile on her face. No one noticed when and how she came in.

"Xiaoyu!" Uncle Long, Dad, and Tru exclaimed in unison, with surprise and a hint of helplessness in their voices.

"The power of the spell?" Rogge looked at her curiously, then turned to Dad and continued the previous topic: "The evil breath you mentioned just now..."

Dad's expression became serious, he slowly raised his hand and pointed to the wall behind Rogge: "It's behind the wall."

He turned to his apprentice and said, "Tru, Dad needs your help to knock it open."

"Let me do it." Before Tru could speak, Rogge had already waved his wand. Multiple sharp shadows were like laser knives, cutting a perfect rectangular opening in the thick wall.

"Stone sculptures..." Before Xiaoyu finished speaking, Jackie Chan immediately covered her eyes. His intuition told him that these might be people.

As the dust cleared, the scene behind the wall gradually became clear. More than a dozen stone sculptures appeared in front of everyone, standing or falling, with different postures.

However, the expression of each statue was chilling, with fear and distortion on their faces. They seemed to have witnessed the devil from hell at the last moment of their lives.

What's even more creepy is that in those petrified eyeballs, there seems to be a trace of residual panic.

Rogge put on dragon leather gloves and carefully examined their bodies. Finally, he shook his head regretfully, spread his hands and said, "The basilisk has been here."

"Basilisk? What is that?" Jackie Chan asked, with a hint of uneasiness in his voice. Xiaoyu took this opportunity to pry open Uncle Long's hand and see the scene inside through the fingers.

"An extremely dangerous magical creature. It hatches from a rooster egg, and its snake pupils have the same magical power as Medusa. Any creature that looks directly into its eyes will be immediately turned into stone."

"Even if you see its eyes through the reflection of water or mirror, you will be affected."

"Turned into stone?"

"No, the whole body is stiff. This state can be saved by a potion made with mandrake."

Dad was silent and walked to a petrified wizard. He carefully examined it, and his fingers gently stroked the cold surface of the stone statue. Finally, he sighed deeply, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

Jackie Chan noticed Dad's expression and asked unwillingly: "Dad, can't you save it too?"

In his heart, Dad's magic is always omnipotent, as if there is no problem he can't solve.

"They have completely turned into stone. You can't ask Dad to turn the stone back into a living person..."

"Where is the rat spell?" Xiaoyu suddenly said.

"After being activated by the Rat Spell, it will become a new life." Dad shook his head, "Although magic is powerful, it also has its limits. Once lost, even the most powerful wizards can hardly recover."

Just as Dad was explaining to everyone, Roger's attention was attracted by something else. His eyes swept across every corner of the room, thinking about how the basilisk entered this confined space.

Suddenly, his sight stopped at the vent in the corner. There were several obvious scratches there, and snake skin fragments of varying sizes were scattered in front of the baseboard just below.

"So that's it." Roger muttered to himself.

Because the basilisk in Hogwarts was too huge, he subconsciously thought that the basilisk was originally this size. For a moment, he even forgot that the basilisk left by Salazar had lived in the underground secret room for more than a thousand years.

If this basilisk was hatched after Voldemort was resurrected, it would only be a year at most.

"Could the figure just now be Voldemort?" Roger thought of this possibility and immediately shook his head to reject it, "It can't be him."

"With Voldemort's arrogant personality, he would never escape like this. It is more likely that one of his subordinates is carrying the basilisk on a mission."

"There is one more thing, to use magic to defeat magic..."

Roger coughed lightly and interrupted his father who was talking nonstop, "Dad, can you use the tracking spell? I suspect that the one carrying the basilisk is a Death Eater."

"You can't use the tracking spell?" Dad looked at Roger in surprise. After all, in his eyes, the magic power in the other party's body is very strong.

Roger smiled awkwardly: "There is no such magic in school."

"School?" A trace of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, "You mean, you are still in school?"

"Yes, Hogwarts is a seven-year magic school, and I still have two years to graduate."

Xiaoyu excitedly grabbed the wand on the table and asked with shining eyes: "Dad, can I go to learn magic?"

"No!" Jackie Chan and Dad refused in unison.

"Okay, Dad is going to track the basilisk." Dad took out the pufferfish and began to chant, "Demons and ghosts, leave quickly, demons and ghosts, leave quickly..."

Roger watched the old man's spell casting process intently, but to his surprise, he couldn't understand the principle. This kind of oriental magic is fundamentally different from the western magic he learned.

The head of the pufferfish was gradually wrapped in a soft fluorescent light. When Dad pointed it in different directions, the brightness of the fluorescent light would change.

"The basilisk is in the east." Dad pointed to the direction with the brightest fluorescence.

"Hey, where is the magic school you mentioned?" Xiaoyu quietly slipped to Roger's side and asked unwillingly in a low voice.

"These are two different magic systems." Roger did not refuse, and patiently explained: "In the magic system I studied, children with magic talent usually awaken before the age of ten. You..."

He paused and carefully recalled Xiaoyu's age. At the same time, he waved his wand and cleverly transformed the glass in the furniture store into glasses and distributed them to everyone as protection.

"You must be older." He remembered that when Jackie Chan's Adventures began, Xiaoyu was already 11 years old.

Xiaoyu pouted, her face full of disappointment. But she quickly thought of something, looked up at Tru, and said eagerly: "But Tru has only recently become Dad's apprentice. He is older than me, can't he also learn magic?"

"These are two questions." Roger shrugged, "First, Dad's magic is different from mine, maybe just the name is similar. Second, have you ever thought about why Dad didn't accept Jackie Chan as an apprentice?"

These words stunned Xiaoyu. She seemed to understand something, looked down at her hands, and realized that even with the wand, she couldn't cast spells like her father.

Seeing this, Rogge's tone became softer: "In addition, the wands in the room just now were left by the wizards after they died." He smiled and walked forward quickly.

At this time, Hong Kong nominally belongs to the British system, but the culture is completely different from the British Isles. Things of the dead are somewhat taboo.

Xiaoyu quickly took out the wand she had just taken from her pocket, hesitated for a moment, turned around and threw it back to the furniture store.

"This direction..." Jackie Chan looked at the messy block not far away and frowned, "District 13."

"By the way, why is the entrance to District 13 also a telephone booth..." Rogge was about to say something, but was interrupted by a sudden force.

Tru squeezed into the telephone booth at some point, making the already small space even more crowded. Everyone else was squeezed against the glass and couldn't move.

"I hate telephone booths." Rogge was full of resentment and was taken to the "absolutely safe District 13" by the high-speed moving telephone booth.

With a "bang", the door of the phone booth opened, and everyone was squeezed out by Tru.

Rogge turned his head and complained, "My neck."

"Jackie Chan?" Chief Inspector Black greeted him cordially, and soon noticed a strange face, "This is..."

"A student from the UK." Rogge introduced himself with a smile, "A magical creature sneaked in, it's very dangerous, it's best to have your people wear glasses. I guess agents should be the least lack of sunglasses." He pointed to the increasingly dazzling pufferfish in the old man's hand.

"Magical creature?" Black frowned, as if digesting this sudden information.

The old man held the pufferfish and said as he walked, "An evil snake monster that can petrify people."

Jackie Chan quickly added, "Black, the situation is really urgent. It's very dangerous, be sure to wear glasses."

"Impossible, District 13 is the safest place..." Before Chief Inspector Black finished speaking, he was interrupted by a violent explosion.

The sound and the pufferfish pointed in the same direction, the safe in District 13.

Everyone was startled by the sudden explosion. The agents immediately took action, some evacuated the researchers, and some approached the explosion source with guns.

"Hurry up and get your people out." Rogge kindly reminded him as he passed by him: "Sir, use magic to fight magic."