A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

The desire in Peter's heart burned like fire. He dreamed of walking freely on the sun-drenched land and owning a magnificent mansion like Travis Manor.

There, house elves would attend him day and night, loyal servants ready to do his bidding. Every autumn, he could ride on his beloved flying broomstick and fly over the endless African grasslands, enjoying the excitement of hunting and the fun of playing Quidditch.

In order to realize his own wonderful life, now he must cleanly and completely remove the obstacles on his master's path without hesitation! There is no room for retreat, only forge ahead.

Brave Peter, not afraid of difficulties!

Wormtail's voice was cold and decisive. He ordered all the remaining snakemen to be dispatched, preparing to use their lives to complete the most critical part of the ritual.

Snake people swarmed out, their figures intertwined in the air, layer upon layer, like a living mountain made of snakes. The air was filled with the hissing of their throats and the horrifying sound of bones breaking.

Although they tried their best, they still could not break through the powerful spell set by Rogge. Their struggle seemed so helpless and futile.

"Master...Master..." Laihe's voice was weak and trembling, and its other two dragon heads slowly opened their eyes.

Six huge nostrils breathed rapidly, like a drowning person who was suddenly pulled back to the shore and struggled to breathe fresh air. "Master, I...I..."

Rogge waved his hand gently to signal Laihe not to speak, with a trace of imperceptible concern in his eyes.

"Have a good rest." His voice was calm and firm, making Laihe feel a little relieved.

Lech lowered his head in pain. Its body was no longer under its control, and it felt like it was trapped in a wooden body. Its soul seemed to be invaded by countless venomous snakes, biting madly inside, causing unspeakable pain.

It lay weakly on the ground, like the most obedient puppy, its eyes staring helplessly ahead. Fatigue quickly hit him, and he slowly closed his heavy eyelids and fell into sleep.

On the other side, Hermione and Ariana finally completed the last touch of the magic circle. They controlled the magic carpet and quickly returned to Rogge.

Hermione asked curiously: "What is the purpose of this magic circle? Is it used to fill the deep hole in front?"

Rogge smiled lightly and replied: "On the contrary, its function is to gather the light and heat of the star and pierce the bottom."

After saying that, Rogge flapped his wings and swooped down gracefully to the center of the magic circle. He solemnly raised his wand and began to mutter: "Under the sky, the stars paint the night; the fire of the stars, the blazing light..."

As his spell gradually sounded, the magic circle on the ground began to emit a dazzling light. The lines carved by Hermione seemed to be ignited, flowing with light like liquid gold.

It was midday in summer, and the scorching sun in the sky was mercilessly scorching the earth. However, with the Travis Manor as the center, the sky over dozens of kilometers began to darken, as if a mysterious existence was about to arrive.

The sun's rays seemed to be attracted and imprisoned by the invisible black hole. The whole world lost all color in an instant and fell into a cold darkness.

Hermione and Ariana held each other's hands tightly. They could feel the sweat on each other's palms. Everything in front of them became blurry, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Only the huge magic circle on the ground shines in the darkness, and the golden stream of light runs slowly and smoothly, like the brightest star in the night sky, bringing a glimmer of hope to this endless darkness.

At the same time, in the underground passage, Peter Pettigrew was also performing a mysterious magic ritual. He chanted the incantation quickly, his voice urgent and firm. His goal is to use the blood of tens of thousands of snake-men to form a terrifying blood curse.

"Sacrifice and malice, tainted blood. Death and curse, follow each other like shadows." There was a slightly crazy excitement in Wormtail's voice. His face suddenly lost color and his pupils became cloudy. Bai, "I use blood as a contract to sneak the deadly blood poison into the void and penetrate all obstacles..."

In different spaces at the same time, Rogge and Wormtail seemed to be in a competition, both chanting spells desperately.

The light of the magic circle became more and more powerful, and the lines of flowing light shot out countless vertical beams, cutting through the darkness and shooting straight into the sky.

At the last moment of its formation, tens of thousands of snake-men underground exploded one after another. The power of a single snake-man's self-destruction may not be as powerful as the Thunderbolt Explosion Curse, but when thousands or tens of thousands of snake-men self-destruct at the same time, the power produced is enough to shake the entire world.

The pattern of the magic circle was inevitably affected, and the originally uniform and stable beam began to become distorted and messy. Rogge felt the fluctuations of magic around him, but he took a deep breath, kept calm, and continued to recite the spell in a steady and firm tone.

As long as the formation pattern is not broken, it can be repaired automatically. The only thing he had to do was to continue chanting the spell and not give the enemies underground any chance to plot.

Suddenly, he felt a strong wave of malice coming from all directions, trying to swallow him up like a tide.

"The blood of the snake man condenses into soul-eating blood poison. In the name of the curse caster, I issue a curse to the wizard Roger Travis..." Wormtail's voice echoed in the air, and he had already taken the lead. After reciting the incantation, he walked out of the hiding passage and stepped into the blood pool formed by the flesh and blood of the snake man.

This is a lake of emerald green blood, and the darkness cannot hide its huge poison. Wormtail opened his arms as if to welcome the soul-eating blood poison condensed by tens of thousands of snakemen.

It is invisible, colorless and tasteless, but it contains the pain and hatred deep in the souls of the snake people. It does not need to come into contact with the enemy, it can seek blood and go away, devouring the living soul. No magic can stop its attack, and it will be fatal within a short distance.

Wormtail smiled triumphantly, his eyes flashing with anticipation of Rogge's death. He even felt that Rogge should feel lucky because this blood poison was originally intended to be used against Dumbledore.

Under the golden beam of the magic array, he stared at Rogge in the air with contempt. He was waiting, waiting for the other person to die and then fall from the sky.

Wormtail's smile was full of cruelty and sarcasm, as if he had foreseen Rogge's death and his own victory.

He waited and waited, waited and waited... But the silver wings were still flying, and the magic circle on the surface also completed the final ritual.

Rogge indeed felt surrounded by that evil force, and his soul seemed to see colorless and invisible water droplets floating slowly towards him.

At that moment, he clearly smelled the smell of death, which was the smell of bitter almonds, mixed with the fragrance of chopped green grass. It flew around Rogge's soul several times, and finally, quietly left.

"Why?" Wormtail's face showed an expression of fear and confusion, and he quickly replayed the ceremony just now in his mind.

The blood poison curse is one of the most terrifying spells in blood magic, and it is also the most useless magic.

The terrifying thing about it is that no matter whether the opponent is a powerful wizard or a well-guarded king, it can kill the opponent silently. Even a legendary wizard like Merlin cannot escape the soul-eating assassination of blood poison.

However, the tasteless thing about this kind of magic is that it needs to be performed in front of the opponent. First use the poisonous blood of tens of thousands of creatures to condense the blood pool, and then finish reciting the spell. Without special circumstances, this condition is almost impossible to achieve.

Wormtail thought over and over, and he had not made any mistakes, whether it was the number of snakemen required for the blood pool or the chanting of the spell. According to common sense, Rogge should have been killed by blood poison long ago. But the reality is that Rogge is still flying in the sky, and the magic circle is about to begin its mission.

Before he died, he could not understand or accept it. Why did my careful layout come to nothing?

"No..." He seemed to be about to howl, his expression becoming tense and stiff. The next second, the whole person lost his breath, but his body was still alive by inertia.

Wormtail died under the backlash of the blood poison spell because he never expected that Roger Travis was not Roger's real name.

Rogge breathed a long sigh of relief, his voice full of solemnity and power: "I would like to use this mantra to praise the stars!"

As his words fell, the complex and mysterious magic circle was finally activated at this moment.

The golden beam of light under his feet instantly connected to the distant sky, and the whole world seemed to be ignited, suddenly shining brightly. Mysterious lines rose up from the ground. They seemed to be alive, extending upward at an alarming speed until they disappeared into the sky.

Finally, the magic circle on the ground quickly disappeared, replaced by its mirror image in the sky.

At this moment, the terror and magnificence of the magic circle reached its peak. The lines formed by the golden streamers are like rivers made of stars, embedded in the entire sky. Those countless beams of light, like sharp swords, pierced the shackles of darkness and brought new light.

The scorching sun was directly reflected through this mirror image, and everything in the pit was instantly swallowed up by the light and disappeared without a trace. But this is not the full power of the magic circle. The pit began to collapse rapidly, and the goblin underworld came under its most violent attack ever.

The golden light travels rapidly through the underground world at a constant speed. Thousands of years of darkness were instantly driven away, and everything was illuminated by light.

This scene is so spectacular, so shocking, as if a miracle has come.

But to the goblins, it seemed like the end of the world. They panicked and ran around, not knowing what to do. Their king was even more restless at his work station, his eyes filled with fear and confusion.

"What happened?" it shouted, ordering the tribe to find out the truth.

Suddenly, a terrifying roar came from deep underground, shaking the entire underground world.

The light beam condensed by the magic array not only penetrated several strata, but even sent a powerful energy to the core of the earth. As the magic circle dissipated, the deep pit it left seemed like a door leading to the abyss of hell.

Rogge slowly exhaled. Next time, he would never want to use the magic circle again. The production is complicated and the spell is lengthy. Although it is powerful enough, it is not long-lasting.

Calculating the time, the entire effective process does not even take 3 seconds. The only advantage of this magic circle is that its cleaning effect is thorough without any residue.

Hermione cautiously came to the edge of the pit and looked into the bottomless darkness with some fear. There seemed to be a giant beast hidden underground, and thunderous sounds could be heard from time to time.

"Roger, below..." Before she could finish her words, a stream of hot air with the smell of sulfur spurted out. The magic carpet instantly lost control, spinning and flying into the distance.

Ariana had quick eyes and quick hands. She grabbed Hermione's hand and jumped off the dangerous magic carpet. Their hearts beat faster and they looked at each other, each seeing the lingering fear in the other's eyes.

Afterwards, the two of them stared warily at the black pit that kept rumbling, thinking that a giant beast was rushing out.

But before the monster they imagined could rush out, an orange-red light emitted from the top of the pit, and a strong smell of sulfur filled the air, making their nostrils feel dry.

"Don't worry, it's not a monster." Rogge shouted loudly, "It's magma pouring out."

"Many obstacles!" He waved his wand, trying to block the bursting magma like a snake man.

However, the power of nature is so strong that Rogge's curse cannot completely stop it at once. He immediately changed his strategy and used the Divine Edge Shadowless Curse to open the passage left by the goblin on the rock wall.

At this moment, they have become the best outlet for stress relief. When the upwelling of magma is blocked, it pours into the underground world of the goblins along the surrounding holes, making them pay for their mistakes.

"Wow, it's so beautiful." Hermione stood tiptoeing at the entrance of the cave, looking at the water-filled lava well below, with both fear and curiosity in her voice.

The underground caves and tunnels were quickly filled by the magma. The goblins could have taken measures to block the gushing magma channels, but at this critical moment, their only thought was to escape to the surface and stay away from this sudden disaster. Even their king gave up his usual heavy work and used magic to move to the underground vault of Gringotts, hoping that it would be safe from the invasion of magma.

Thank the goblins for their magic, otherwise the entire goblin race would be severely damaged.

Almost all the goblins poured into the underground vault, seemingly dying with their last possessions.

When the Ministry of Magic learned that Gringotts might have been damaged by lava, Amelia ignored the American wizard's pleas for help and led the Aurors back to Diagon Alley.

She knew very well what the safety of Gringotts meant to the British wizarding world. It was the lifeblood of countless wizards and the accumulation of thousands of years of history. There must not be any mistakes.

The leak of the news caused wizards to gather quickly, and they surrounded Gringotts like a swarm of bees. Although the goblins have repeatedly assured that the magma has stopped flowing, the underground vault is absolutely safe. However, the Ministry of Magic still adopted a tough attitude and forced its way into the underground vault to ensure that every Nat and every item was safe and sound.

Muggles and American wizards be damned, if Gringotts is destroyed, the British wizarding community will suffer an unimaginable blow. Countless wizards will turn into horrific mobs on the spot, swarming into the Ministry of Magic and tearing it into ruins.

Amelia's name will also be permanently engraved on the pillar of shame in history, becoming the most incompetent and stupid Minister in the history of the Ministry of Magic. Such an ending is unacceptable to the minister himself.

As for Muggles and Voldemort...

Haha, since they are on the other side of the Atlantic, the biggest headache should be the MACUSA. Amelia firmly believes that as an independent magical world, the affairs of American wizards should be left to the American wizards to resolve themselves.

With a large number of Aurors evacuating from New York, Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix are also somewhat helpless. They cannot use lethal magic to destroy those Muggle-turned-snake-men.

In addition, beware of dementor attacks. Eventually, Dumbledore had to order a retreat, leaving New York to Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

"Master, the Muggles are preparing to annihilate New York." Amber Potter half-knelt in front of Voldemort, with a hint of nervousness in his voice, "They are wearing heavy protective clothing, sitting in steel machinery, and are surrounding here."

"Nuclear peace?" Voldemort sneered, and then flew into the sky. His wand danced in the air, leaving countless phantoms and spells covering New York City. "This place will be like Hogwarts, only magic and machinery remain the same."

Voldemort's voice was full of confidence and coldness, and he didn't care about Muggles. In fact, he has considered this place his own. From New York to the Rocky Mountains, he felt that the world was unprecedentedly vast and there was much to do.

"Death Eaters, I give this city to you to become your eternal paradise." His scarlet snake eyes swept over every Death Eater in front of him, his eyes shining with satisfaction.

Even the youngest Cedric has become a veritable Death Eater. The Death Eaters let out a series of screams and eagerly began to divide their respective territories and compete for control of the city.

Voldemort looked towards the Atlantic Ocean and realized that his less loyal servant was dead.

This surprised him, and he even began to wonder if Wormtail had escaped quietly. But Silverhand wouldn't lie. Peter Pettigrew, the most cowardly Death Eater, was indeed dead.

"Recover as before." Voldemort shook his wand, and scattered mirror fragments flew quickly. As if traveling back in time, the fragments come back together, restoring the mirror to its original appearance.

However, the magic above has completely disappeared. Voldemort could only try to restore the function of the dragon crystal mirror based on the remaining traces.

There was a trace of imperceptible anxiety on his face, because he needed the magic mirror to promote his ideals and let more oppressed wizards and races join him.