A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

The predecessor of the Ministry of Magic was the Wizarding Council, an ancient parliamentary organization. As time went by, it went through several earth-shaking reorganizations and changes, and finally became what it is today.

From the first underground floor to the tenth underground floor, there are the minister's office, the Legal Enforcement Department...the Mysterious Affairs Department, and the courtroom where Rogge and others are.

The Department of Mysteries, located on the ninth floor underground, seemed to be swallowed up by some indescribable force and disappeared without a trace in an instant. The eight floors above were like dominoes, starting to fall one after another. Confusion and fear spread through the crowd like a tidal wave.

Dumbledore stepped forward, his Elder Wand bursting into dazzling light, like a beacon in the darkness. A powerful beam of magic burst out of the hole in the dome and firmly blocked the eight-story building above.

"Use Wingard Leviosa!" He shouted to the wizards around him before he could explain the reason. "We must unite and not let Voldemort's plan succeed."

However, very few responded.

Most wizards chose to escape directly after discovering that the Ministry of Magic's anti-Apparition spell had disappeared. Their eyes shone with doubt and fear, not believing that Dumbledore could save the sinking Ministry of Magic.

Jessica gently grabbed her son's arm and said in an imperceptible voice: "Let's also use apparation to leave. It's too dangerous here."

Before she finished speaking, Amelia took a few Ministry of Magic staff and began to support Dumbledore.

Wands of different shapes pointed upward, and shining beams of light hit the falling floors. The rays of magic intertwined together, as if weaving a huge web, trying to save the crumbling building.

However, the reality is cruel. Gravity will not change due to the explosion of the small universe in the body. The magic they cast was as insignificant as goose feathers under the dark floor.

The pressure on Dumbledore was extremely heavy, and the Elder Wand in his hand kept shining with dangerous sparks, as if it might burst under the tremendous pressure at any time.

"We want to help." Rogge held his mother's hand and glanced firmly at the pure-blood wizards who were still hesitating: "Listen, everyone. The glory of wizards is now! We have no way out!"

Rogge's words were like a bolt of lightning, hitting everyone's heart. They had betrayed Voldemort, and if they abandoned the Ministry of Magic again, they would no longer have a foothold.

People instantly became brave and determined, and a new power surged in the air.

"For the Ministry of Magic!" shouted a voice.

"For our future!" echoed another.

In the blink of an eye, the light of magic gradually lit up like stars. 1, 5, 20 Nearly a hundred beams of light rose out of thin air. With the efforts of everyone, the building's continued downward trend was temporarily curbed.

"Not enough, far from enough!" Lu Xiu gritted his teeth, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, "Our magic will soon dry up, and Dumbledore won't be able to hold on for long."

Roger concentrated on feeling the feedback from the wand. "I know, I'm thinking of a way." He said while continuously increasing the magic power output to make up for the gap caused by the lack of magic power of others.

Throughout the Wizengamot Hall, the magic of Dumbledore and Rogge were like two towering pillars, supporting the crumbling building. They maintain a fragile and terrifying balance. If they are not careful, the entire Ministry of Magic will collapse.

But this just trapped the two of them, preventing them from thinking about other solutions. The continuous consumption of magic power was like invisible shackles, firmly holding them in place.

There was tension in the air. The tense atmosphere almost solidified, making everyone breathless. Everyone knows that this stalemate cannot last long.

"The Ministry of Magic cannot collapse!" Amelia gritted her teeth and squeezed out every ounce of magic power in her body. "It represents the British wizarding world. Once it collapses, it will not only mean our failure and weakness, but also the international magic union. The surrender faction in the meeting once again gained the upper hand."

"Death Eaters and dark wizards will also come back..." Her breathing became heavier and she said word by word: "We must hold on! Even...even if we are killed by it, we must ensure that it lands softly. . Even if we use our bodies as buffers, we won’t hesitate!”

There was a frightening sense of tragedy in Amelia's tone. In the face of this cruel reality, she was ready to sacrifice herself at any time. Her eyes shone with determination, as if she had seen her own end.

However, not everyone has the consciousness to become a hero.

As time passed, some Ministry staff and spectators began to waver. Fear is like a cold snake, creeping into their hearts. Their eyes began to flicker, and the wands in their hands trembled slightly.

"How long can Dumbledore last?"

"It doesn't matter if I'm missing... Why don't you give it a try?"

These people began to consciously reduce their magic power output, secretly reserving enough magic power to use apparation to escape at the last moment. Their actions are like a drop of ink falling into clear water, slowly starting to spread and affecting those around them.

Once fear and luck take root, they spread like wildfire. More and more people are beginning to waver, and the network supported by magic is becoming increasingly fragile.

In an instant, the light shining upward was weakened by half. The entire Ministry of Magic building suddenly fell dozens of inches, making a frightening roar.

Rogge felt the violent vibration from the wand and had to release more magic power to stabilize the crumbling building.

"Bellinrum, can you use goblin magic to make stone pillars? We need physical support." Rogge did not blame those who gave up.

As a Slytherin, he was willing to help only because he was strong enough. Otherwise, at the first moment of the disaster, he would not hesitate to let Phoenix take himself and Jessica away from this place of trouble.

At this time, the old wand in Dumbledore's hand had made a tooth-grinding creaking sound, as if it would break in the next second.

He must do everything possible to prevent this disaster.

Bellinrum pondered for a moment, and a complex light flashed in his sharp eyes. Finally, he spread his hands helplessly: "Of course, but we need a wand."

After that, he looked at Amelia and Dumbledore meaningfully, waiting for the wizards to lift the ban on goblins.

"I agree..." Amelia just opened her mouth and was rudely interrupted by an old wizard with wrinkles on his face.

"No!" the old wizard shouted, "Goblins are dangerous! Once they pick up the wand again, they may revolt at any time!"

"Amelia, have you thought it through? If they take the wand and surrender to the Dark Lord, thus causing the destruction of wizard society, can you bear this responsibility? Do you dare to bear it?"

"I can! I dare!" Amelia's eyes burst into a fiery light, and her voice seemed to roar from her soul, "I am willing to use everything I have..."

"Oh, you can't!" The other party sneered and shook his head, "This is a common decision of the magic world, and a Minister of Magic alone cannot change it. We are now going to mobilize the magic world and let everyone come together..."

Boom!

A deafening explosion suddenly resounded throughout the hall.

The repaired old wand could no longer withstand such a surging magic power, and it instantly exploded in two at the break. The brilliant magic light spread like fireworks, illuminating everyone's terrified faces.

The huge magic power backfired, like an invisible lightning bolt hitting Dumbledore directly. At the critical moment, the golden-red Fawkes broke through the layers of space and appeared in front of Dumbledore, helping him block the fatal blow.

However, even with the protection of the phoenix, Dumbledore was still hit hard on the ground by the huge impact. His iconic silver-white long hair and beard were burnt black and tattered, his clothes were tattered, and sporadic sparks were burning.

The powerful white wizard was lying on the ground at this moment, and his life or death was unknown. His face was as pale as paper, and blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth from time to time.

Fawkes turned into a ball of black ash in the explosion, and it exchanged its death for Dumbledore's life.

"Albus~"

In an instant, the whole room fell into complete chaos. Screams and cries came one after another, and many people immediately launched Apparition in panic, scrambling to escape from the Wizengamot.

The old wizard who had just been passionately opposing Amelia had disappeared at this moment.

When the aftermath and smoke of the explosion finally dissipated, the Wizengamot Hall had become dilapidated. The high platform that had witnessed countless major trials was now broken into a pile of wooden boards, scattered all over the ground. The snow-white documents that were once neatly stacked were like ashes, scattered everywhere.

In an instant, deathly silence enveloped the entire hall.

With Dumbledore as the center, dozens of wizards fell to the ground. Their bodies were incomplete, blood was gushing out of their mouths and noses, and their lives and deaths were uncertain.

The shadow of despair almost devoured everyone's hearts. They closed their eyes and waited for the building to crush them into meat paste.

However, the expected fall did not come.

When they trembled and opened their eyes and looked up, an amazing scene came into view: a thick beam of light stood like a pillar of heaven. It was like a beacon in the dark, emitting the light of hope.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the source of the beam-Rog Travis. He gritted his teeth and released the magic in his body without reservation.

Roger Travis

Magic power: 368/512

Mental power: 256

Talents: Dark Chosen, Telepathy, Heart of Elements, Strong Will, Night Vision...

With a level 24 floating spell, Roger alone supported the crumbling building. The magic power on the panel decreased by 0.5 per second, and dropped sharply at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But his expression was as firm as iron, like an immortal statue. Like a Titan, one person, one hand, he lifted up the entire Ministry of Magic!

In front of him, the golden armor shield blocked the aftermath of the magic explosion. Jessica hugged her son tightly, trying to use her body to shield him from any possible harm.

And behind him, floating spells rose again. The pure-blood wizards, who had no way out, raised their wands without hesitation, showing their attitude and determination with their actions.

"I can hold on for at most 5 minutes!" Rogge's roar echoed in the hall, and every word was full of urgency. "Bellingrum, take your people to find Mr. Ollivander. I need you to pick up your wands and build stone pillars to support the entire Ministry of Magic!"

In this critical moment, he still reserved some things to ensure his own safety and have enough energy to deal with any accidents that might occur.

Bellingrum looked at Rogge's solemn eyes, nodded heavily, and then disappeared into the air.

The remaining wizards were suspicious and did not believe that Bellingrum would come back.

Because all creatures in the magic world know that goblins are extremely greedy. They would rather believe that Dementors will show mercy than believe that goblins can keep their promises.

Unless you give him enough Galleons.

However, the Ministry of Magic is at its wit's end at this time, and the tenth underground floor may be buried by the superstructure at any time.

Most wizards have a voice whispering in their hearts: "Will he really bring reinforcements? Are goblins really more reliable than wizards?"

As time passes, the shadow of death is getting closer and closer, and it is getting closer and closer to the death line that Roger said.

The faces of the people who are still in the Wizengamot gradually emerge with a kind of calmness and tragedy. Many of them used to be enemies, but now they stand together at the moment of life and death.

"Let's sing a song... cough cough..." A seriously injured witch spoke weakly, breaking the heavy silence.

Her two arms had been blown to pieces in the previous explosion, but despite this, her eyes still flashed with an unyielding light.

"Sing? What song can everyone sing?" The man without legs murmured in pain.

"Hogwarts' school song."

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts..." I don't know who started first, the weak but firm singing echoed in the dilapidated Wizengamot Hall.

"...Our minds can accept some interesting things. Because now our minds are empty, full of air. Dead flies and trivialities..."

Wizards who graduated from Hogwarts can skillfully sing this song that accompanies them throughout their lives. At this critical moment, the school song seems to have a magical power, soothing the pain of the body and dispelling the despair in the heart.

Many people hummed softly to the melody they chose, and tears unconsciously slid down their cheeks. Under the shadow of death, they truly understood the deep meaning of the school song: "You just need to do your best, and leave the rest to us. We will study hard until we turn into dung."

Facing a desperate situation, what is needed is not courage. But the fearlessness of knowing death but not looking back. Even if turning around is the way to survive, still do your best to hold on until the last moment.

Rogge and his phoenix were not affected by this heavy and tragic atmosphere, and both man and bird seemed particularly calm.

He still concentrated on maintaining magic and supporting the crumbling building. The phoenix raised its wings and combed its feathers leisurely, as if the danger around it had nothing to do with it.

It suddenly noticed something, raised its head and tilted its head to look in the direction of Dumbledore. In the inconspicuous pile of black ash, a golden-red flame suddenly jumped up, emitting a warm and bright light.

The phoenix jumped down from Rogge's shoulder, chirping pleasantly around the flame, and looked particularly excited.

Soon, a hairless young bird the size of a quail emerged from the black ash. It was wrinkled and became particularly ugly against the background of the phoenix.

Clang clang (such an ugly bird)~

Fawkes, who had just been reborn, wanted to resist, but was knocked down by Rogge's phoenix with one wing.