Chapter 563 Fairy Magic (5K)

Clang clang (so weak)~

Fawkes looked at the figure flying back, his wet little eyes flashing with stubborn light, as if secretly vowing: "When I grow up, let's see who is weaker!"

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

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

"God knows!" The man shook his head and sighed, "If they really... the British magic world is probably going to be turned upside down."

"Turning up the world is not necessarily a bad thing."

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

Indeed, if Dumbledore and Amelia both died, the British magic 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 a long time will be in a vacuum. Anyone in the magic world can intervene in the fight.

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

"Albus!" Professor McGonagall, wearing a plaid nightgown, hurried over, her face full of worry and disbelief, "Merlin's beard, how could it be like this?"

Following this, Professors Flitwick, Sprout and others also rushed over, their faces full of shock and worry.

Rogge glanced around and found that Professor Snape did not appear. He breathed a sigh of relief and thought: "As a double agent, the teacher should not be here."

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

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

"Internal organs are damaged! It's a bit troublesome, we have to go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Wizardry."

"Broken bones are minor injuries, don't scream. Stay strong, Auror!"

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At the same time, Professor Flitwick showed his strength as a master of spells. He skillfully cast various complex spells to provide support for the crumbling building structure, greatly reducing Roger's pressure.

However, they all knew that magic power would eventually run out, but gravity would never stop. If no permanent support was found, floors 1-8 would fall sooner or later.

"Transfiguration spell·Stone pillars." Professor McGonagall's wand drew several graceful arcs in the air, and the white light poured down like water.

In the amazed eyes of the crowd, the rubble and wooden boards turned into giant stone pillars. They rose from the ground and rushed into the sky, seemingly able to support the entire wizarding world.

However, just when these stone pillars were about to touch the bottom of the 8th floor, something strange happened. Those seemingly indestructible stone pillars suddenly dissipated like bubbles.

The Transfiguration spell failed, and they returned to their original appearance.

"How... 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 then she 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 spell." 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 muttered: "Department of Mysteries? No wonder... no wonder the Transfiguration spell failed."

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

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

"It stores and studies magical items discovered and excavated from all over the world. Brains in a jar, veils of death, time and space conversion... everything you can imagine and can't imagine is there."

"These items have a common feature, mysterious. Many items also hide deadly dangers." As the dean 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 are engaged in the study of mysterious things.

The good news is that it is now the end of the holiday, and the researchers of the Department of Mysteries are not working. The bad news is that the Ravenclaws who graduate this year may not find a job.

"To prevent those items from causing unexpected situations," he sighed and continued, "the main hall on the eighth floor above and the Wizengamot below have been additionally protected. Among them, there are spells to deal with the Transfiguration Spell."

"Rather than saying that the Department of Mysteries is a research site, it is more like a prison for mysterious items."

Professor McGonagall suddenly realized, "So that's why you have to use spells to prevent collapse instead of using Transfiguration Spells to create supports."

Dumbledore and Flitwick nodded at the same time, and couldn't think of a better way for a while. They could only continue to consume magic power and force the building above their heads to not fall straight down like a toppling domino.

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

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

"There are still 2 minutes!" Roger whispered, turning to Jessica, "Mom, you retreat first."

Jessica pursed her lips and shook her head firmly. She didn't speak, but the determination revealed in her eyes was better than a thousand words. She would use all her strength to fight to the last moment.

Even if she failed in the end, she would protect her son under her body and use her body to make the final protection.

Roger saw his mother's determination, and his heart 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 go home safely."

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

After a long time, 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."

Rogge 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 wizards with overdrawn magic power were transferred out one by one. With each transfer, the people left behind had to bear greater pressure. In the end, there were only a dozen wizards left in the entire Ministry of Magic struggling to support.

On the panel, Rogge's magic power was decreasing at a rate of nearly 1 per second. He hoped that Bellingrum would not let him down.

The crowd on the street was gathering more and more. Some people were anxiously tiptoeing to look around, some were praying in a low voice, and some were nervously holding their wands, ready for something at any time.

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

What were they waiting for? Was it the rumble of the building collapsing, or the cheers of victory?

No one knew. But everyone understood that what was happening at this moment would change the history of the wizarding world forever. The future was hanging by a thread.

"Rog, we are back!" Bellingrum shouted excitedly, as cheerful as a ray of light, illuminating the Wizengamot.

He waved the box in his hand and said loudly: "Olivander didn't agree to let us take the wand, so we brought him and the wand together."

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

The goblins following Bellingrum were like a group of children who had grabbed candy. They held colorful wooden boxes of wands and compared with each other to see who had the highest stack.

For many goblins, this was indeed their first time to come into such close contact with wands.

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

"Hey, witch, don't look down on me!" Bellingrum raised his head, his eyes flashing with pride.

He picked up a wand in front of all the wizards. The excitement and pleasure hit his brain, screaming: "Our goblin magic is different from your wizard magic."

"In addition to being able to manage Gringotts' wealth, we are also good at digging stones and precious metals."

"Any magic and items related to rocks cannot escape our eyes. You may be good at transformation, but I dare say that no one is better than us in manipulating stones."

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

"Hurry up." Rogge had to speak and interrupted his long speech, "Hurry up and make stone pillars 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 buildings!"

"For our friends!" The goblins shouted in unison, their voices enthusiastic and united.

At this moment, they are no longer a group marginalized by the wizarding world, but a key force to save the Ministry of Magic. Thick fingers grasped the slender wand, and unusual magic flowed in the air, forming a wonderful magic symphony.

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

Suddenly, he noticed a familiar existence: elements.

This discovery shocked Rogge's heart. Wizards, goblins, and house elves each have their own unique magic systems. The difference between them is sometimes greater than that between humans and dogs.

However, under these seemingly different magics, there seems to be some common foundation.

"Spirit of the earth, listen to my prayer. Inject your perseverance into my body and turn it into a steel pillar of stone!" Bellinrum's voice echoed in the empty hall.

Countless earth elements emerged from the depths of the earth like a tide, climbing along the feet of the goblins. 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, but seemed more excited.

The tips of the goblins' wands shone with a unique black and yellow light, which was completely different from the color of the wizards' magic. As the light flickered, clusters of rocks began to emerge from the ground.

These rocks looked inconspicuous at first, like tree stumps left by a lumberyard.

However, these stumps were actually alive. They began to collide and merge with each other, accumulating layer by layer, gradually forming huge stone pillars.

"Rocks, strength, indestructible!" Bellinrum roared, and the wand burst into a brighter light.

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 black and shiny 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 created 7 huge stone pillars under the building. These stone pillars are evenly distributed in key positions, perfectly supporting the entire crumbling Ministry of Magic building.

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

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

They finally thwarted Voldemort's conspiracy and saved the Ministry of Magic. Of course, they also have to thank the goblins for their help.

"It's not enough." Rogge shook his head and explained softly: "Although these stone pillars are strong, they are just additional connections and have no structural connection with the Ministry of Magic itself. Once there is a strong earthquake, the entire building is still at risk of collapse."

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

"Let these stone pillars continue to grow, wrapping up the entire Ministry of Magic like creepers. 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." Bellingrum 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 is impossible to do it."

Seeing the puzzled expressions of the crowd, he further explained: "You wizards use emotions to control magic power and drive the spell to take effect. This is the talent of human wizards, which allows you to quickly master powerful and complex spells."

"And we goblins are communicating with the earth, using magic power to move and process these stones. This is not Transfiguration, not using appearances to deceive the eyes."

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

Admittedly, Transfiguration has some limitations and disadvantages, such as the inability to violate Gamp's Transfiguration Law. However, its magic is absolutely beyond imagination.

Through the wizard's imagination, the Transfiguration Spell can meet almost all the requirements 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.

"If the wizards are responsible for providing magic power, you are responsible for using the earth element... that is, communicating with the earth to allow the stone pillars to continue to grow and change?" Rogge gave his own suggestion, "We need to let the Minister of Magic come out."

"Grow out?"

"Yes, no longer hidden underground, but become 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 him.

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

"Then let's try it?"

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

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

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

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

After the voice fell, the wizards present began to raise their wands. For a time, the light of various magic spells intertwined in the air, forming a spectacular picture.

However, the conversion rate was a bit scary. Ten wizards' magic power can only be used.

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

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

At the same time, Rogge still did not relax his observation of the surroundings. Part of his attention was on maintaining the output of magic power, and the other part was quietly learning the process of the goblins casting magic.

This was the second elemental magic that Rogge sensed after the fire element. As the magic power of the goblins fluctuated, the originally scarce earth element in the air became more and more active. With the help of 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."