Chapter 1072 Chaos Blood Ash Curse
This was not the first time the Ministry of Magic had been attacked, but it was the first time that it had affected such a large area.
Vincent handed the mithril gloves to Hermione, and he himself carried large pieces of rubble with his bare hands after casting all the blessings.
Only direct attacks from black magic can hurt him, and the residual negative effects will basically have no effect on him.
Vincent lifted a piece of marble flooring and saw a familiar black felt hat.
This is Fudge's hat. It seems that he was also buried under the rubble.
Although many people hoped that something would happen to him soon, it was not now that he was attacked by black magic.
The death of the Minister of Magic would only facilitate the Death Eaters' actions.
"Mr. Fudge is here!"
Umbridge ran over from outside the ruins with a shrill voice at the first opportunity.
Vincent felt physically uncomfortable watching her holding her wand and carefully trying to raise the rubble with magic.
If he really came to rescue, he should have taken off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, put on dragonhide gloves, and then cast all-round protection like Scrimgeour did.
Although black smoke would come out the moment the gloves came into contact with the rubble with blood-colored patterns, at least they could touch the ruins that still had the aura of black magic.
She stood there waving her wand, which was of no help to the rescue and was particularly in the way.
More and more staff joined in, and Fudge was soon found, along with Kingsley and old Barty, whose bodies were covered in glass fragments.
Fudge's injuries were not serious, probably thanks to the protection of Kingsley and Old Barty.
As time passed, injured Aurors were rescued one by one.
Vincent breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Fudge was not in danger, and then went to Hermione to continue the rescue.
The two men worked together to lift a thick conference table, underneath which lay Wales' half-dead face.
I was just discharged from the hospital not long ago, and I guess I will have to stay here for a while.
Near him, the two also found Tonks.
Her breathing was a little weak and her right arm was broken by the marble floor that fell from above.
As dawn approached, all the Aurors were rescued.
Scrimgeour wearily took off his severely corroded dragonhide gloves, revealing a pair of hands that looked like they had been burned by fire.
He paused for a moment, then with trembling hands he took out the list of people and started counting them.
All Aurors were seriously injured, and three of them were in critical condition. Fortunately, they were rescued in time and no one died directly.
Rookwood was never found, and it is unknown whether he had escaped from the Ministry of Magic.
Not long after the rescue, Dumbledore and Vincent returned to the ruins. Both seemed to be very concerned about the bloody marks like capillaries.
In theory, any magic performed with the subjective intention of causing harm can be considered black magic.
The stronger the thought, the greater the damage caused by black magic.
But the black magic that created this vast ruin is different. It obviously requires a heavy price to be paid before it can be successfully performed.
As Vincent searched through Grindelwald's spellbook, Dumbledore crouched down and grabbed a handful of rubble with bloody veins on it.
Apart from the evil characteristics, there seems to be a feeling of life withering.
"Found it!" Vincent flipped the magic book, "This is the black magic created by Chaos, the ancient Greek black wizard, to fight against the Roman magic army."
Dumbledore's eyes seemed to be able to see through the disguise of the pages of the magic book and directly see the contents on it.
The Blood Ash Curse of Chaos is the name of this black magic, and it also has another alias, Chaos Detonation.
Back then, Chaos used it to transform his entire guard into horrific human bombs, bringing a devastating blow to the Roman magic legion.
Once the spell "Blood as Firewood" is recited, the caster's blood will be transformed into pure black magic energy, with a terrifying power far exceeding that of the blasting spell.
But the reality is inconsistent with Grindelwald's introduction. The power of Chaos's Blood Embers Curse should be enough to affect the sixth underground floor of the Ministry of Magic.
"Professor—" Vincent closed the magic book, "The caster of the spell is Rookwood."
Dumbledore nodded. "This dark magic does not require the assistance of a wand to cast a spell. It only requires a spell and a strong desire to destroy. Given his injuries, even if he can successfully escape from the Ministry of Magic, he will lose all his usefulness to Tom."
The Death Eaters are really crazy. They would rather turn themselves into human bombs and explode themselves than reveal any information about Voldemort.
Now that the Rookwoods were gone, the only hope was that the Ministry was hiding other spies.
Vincent put the magic book back into the Flamel Ring and looked at the large area of charred ruins in front of him with a serious expression.
The Ministry of Magic was in chaos, perfect for fishing in troubled waters.
"Alas..." Vincent sighed and turned to walk towards Scrimgeour.
The news of Rookwood's death almost broke Scrimgeour's back teeth, and his hands, which were corroded by dark magic, were clenched into fists.
He calmed down a little, expressed his gratitude to Vincent, and then walked straight towards the senior executives who kept making shrill voices.
They were discussing something intensely, or to be more precise, Umbridge was shouting excitedly.
Vincent, who had no interest in this, found Hermione sitting in the corridor to rest.
"Where's Professor Moody?"
"He went to the hospital."
Almost all Aurors in the UK have received his instruction, and Tonks was the last student he accepted before his retirement.
Vincent held out his hand to her, "Are you tired?"
Hermione took his large hand and stood up, "I'm fine. Any news from Rookwood?"
"We'll talk later."
It was already daybreak outside, and the bright sunshine gently fell on the two of them.
Back at Hogwarts Castle, both of them felt like they had been away for a long time.
Only a few hours had passed, but it seemed like a much longer time.
It was already afternoon when the two woke up.
Today is Sunday and Dumbledore and Moody have not returned yet.
Such a big thing happened in the Ministry of Magic, it is impossible to hide it.
However, the excuse that the explosion was caused by the black magic props confiscated in the Auror's office getting out of control was too lame. If Barty, the provisional head of the Department of Magical Information, had not been in trouble, he would definitely not have allowed this news to be released.
The reputation rebuilt by the Daily Prophet collapsed again, and students began to speculate on the truth behind the incident.
Harry, who was already wondering why the mermaids only attacked him, became even more annoyed.
He asked his godfather Sirius if he knew anything, but he didn't know the details either.
He was depressed all day and didn't pay attention to the latest plot of "Gryffindor Saga" until dinner time.
Vincent, who was sitting a few seats away, had finished his meal. As soon as he stood up, he saw the twins approaching him mysteriously.
Then, Daphne and Cedric came over.
Last night's performance was not perfect. I guess they saw through the flaws.
Anyway, the school has confirmed again and again that it is safe, and now is the time to tell the truth to my friends.
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