A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

It is undeniable that ancient magic is powerful, but its shortcomings are obvious and too prominent.

First, children with magical talents need to sense elemental particles in the air, which is like looking for a specific grain of sand in the vast ocean.

Then, they need to go through a long period of study and master complicated spells before they can use magic. This process is as difficult as climbing Mount Everest.

This system has led to a rapid increase in the threshold of magic. Most students may not be able to master a few spells in their entire lives. This is undoubtedly a huge obstacle to the inheritance and development of magic, just like laying countless hurdles on the road to learning.

In contrast, although modern magic is not as powerful as ancient magic, its popularity and learning curve are obviously more suitable for large-scale teaching and use.

It is like a comic book that everyone can read, rather than an ancient secret book that only a few geniuses can decipher.

Moreover, with the changes in the environment, today's magic world is no longer suitable for these ancient magic skills. Learning ancient magic is like trying to grow plants that require a lot of water in the desert, which is doomed to be futile.

Even with Rogge's talent, he had to give up after trying to capture earth element particles several times.

Because reality is cruel, and the change of the environment is far beyond the resistance of an individual. A fish swimming upstream may not turn into a dragon, but it is very likely to become the dinner of a bear.

He closed his eyes and sensed it carefully again. There was so little earth element in the air that it was too extravagant to describe it as barren. In contrast, the fire element was so abundant that it was almost exploding. No wonder he could cast fireballs at will.

Perhaps in ancient times, all elements were balanced. They were as abundant as oxygen in the air, allowing wizards to sense them easily.

But now, that era has passed. And he did not have the racial talent of a goblin, so it was impossible for him to step on the ground and cast earth element spells.

A subtle vibration came, and the stone pillars under the Ministry of Magic underwent amazing changes.

They were no longer cold and hard, like liquefied placenta, slowly spreading upwards. The entire Ministry of Magic seemed to have life under their wrapping.

It was like a grass suppressed by a stone, rising tenaciously and stubbornly. It rose little by little, and finally broke out of the ground.

At the same time, the street outside the Ministry of Magic began to commotion.

"Look, what is that?"

Someone rubbed his eyes and shouted, "That house, it... it seems to be rising?"

"It's not like, it's true."

"The Ministry of Magic is saved! Merlin, it's great!" The crowd cheered enthusiastically.

"Let's go and help."

"Yes, yes, they must be very tired, we must work together at this time!"

"Join the glorious battle!"

...

The wizards shouted and made the Muggles who poked their heads out of the buildings confused. The group of weirdos in their eyes quickly disappeared into the air.

The air of the Wizengamot was reverberating with magical vibrations, and a large number of wizards poured in like a tide. Their faces were full of excitement and determination, like warriors who had just arrived on the battlefield.

"Down with the Dark Lord!" The wizards shouted loudly, their voices full of anger and hatred.

Another voice followed closely: "For the future of the magic world!"

Amelia's eyes swept over every new face, suppressing the anger in her heart. She took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "We need more magic. From today on, the Ministry of Magic will no longer hide underground, but stand in the sun."

After a brief communication, the new wizards raised their wands, and magic flowed to the stone pillars like a galaxy.

More than ten minutes later, thousands of wizards squeezed into the Wizengamot, and the majestic magic was like a tsunami, flooding the entire room.

The concentration of magic in the air was so high that it could almost be seen with the naked eye, forming a series of gorgeous light curtains.

Rogge breathed a sigh of relief and gently interrupted the output of magic. He lay down on the steps, looking at the Ministry of Magic getting higher and higher, with a relieved smile on his face.

"Ten meters, twenty meters, one hundred meters..." Someone began to count loudly.

Bellinrum shouted hurriedly, "Too many, we have reached the limit!"

A few minutes later, the wizards retracted their wands belatedly, with regretful expressions on their faces.

The seven towering stone pillars are like silent black knights, emitting the light of obsidian. Each stone pillar is about 3 meters in diameter and has a smooth surface like a mirror. They stand in the city of London like straight giant trees, giving people an indescribable sense of solemnity and majesty.

After more than a hundred meters, slender vines grow on the surface of the stone pillars. They are intertwined with each other, forming a complex and delicate honeycomb structure based on the unique aesthetics of the goblins.

Going up, the 1st to 8th floors of the Ministry of Magic seem to be cast with a layer of black steel. Against the backdrop of the night, the entire building is almost suspended above London. The moonlight and starlight flow on it, deep and beautiful.

The height of 573 meters makes the Ministry of Magic the most prominent landmark on this land. It is not only the crystallization of the magic power of wizards and goblins, but also a model of cooperation between the two.

At this moment, Bellinrum came to Roger, panting, and fell to the ground with his wand in his arms. His face was full of fatigue, but his eyes were shining with satisfaction.

"You are right. There are still many good wizards in the world." He continued, "If it weren't for wizards, we would not be able to build such a tall building. You know, goblins live underground. We can dig out any deep passage. But it is too difficult to build such a surface building."

He sighed and asked immediately, "Do you think the Ministry of Magic belongs to you wizards or goblins now?"

Rogge laughed dumbly and turned his head quietly to look at the busy crowd.

Amelia stood in the middle of the crowd and directed the memory cancellation team, "Hurry up, we need to clear the memory of the Muggles before the incident ferments."

"Dawlish, you fly to the Ministry of Magic immediately and check every corner carefully to ensure safety." She paused, "I have to go to 10 Downing Street in person to talk to the Muggle Prime Minister about this new building."

For some time to come, almost everyone will work around the Ministry of Magic.

The Department of Transport needs to test whether the Floo Network is safe and stable, the Department of Magical Creatures needs to count dangerous creatures... Most importantly, they have to find the disappeared Department of Mysteries.

Dumbledore did not leave despite his physical weakness. He looked at the Ministry of Magic above his head, determined to find the whereabouts of the Longbottoms, Sirius and others.

"They may be trapped inside." Dumbledore frowned, worried that they would be packed up and taken away by Voldemort.

"Who did this?" Roger asked casually.

Bellingrum said without hesitation: "The Dark Lord. We all saw that he used the puppet wizard to attract everyone's attention, and then stole the ninth floor of the Ministry of Magic. What a cunning guy, do you wizards have two heads?"

"Just like you, only one." Roger thought for a moment, and then expressed his doubts: "But I don't think he can do it alone. Even if the Ministry of Magic is a building block, it is impossible to easily steal an entire floor."

"Unless, he knows the structure of the Ministry of Magic very well. Then, like a hot knife cutting butter, he quietly divides the Ministry of Magic into three parts."

"God's sword and shadow." Roger's wand shot out a red light, and the stone steps under his feet broke. The cuts on the stone steps were extremely smooth, as if they had been cut by a precision laser.

He pointed to the broken stone steps and continued, "The residual aura of black magic is usually very obvious, and the investigators of the Ministry of Magic can quickly find the corresponding clues. However, they still have no gains."

"This shows that this kind of magic is beyond the cognition of wizards. Moreover, you goblins have a special talent for rock magic, don't you?"

Bellinrum's face turned a little ugly when he heard this. No one would be happy to be suspected of being a thief after helping wholeheartedly.

"Don't get me wrong, my friend." Roger noticed the displeasure on his face and hurriedly added, "I'm wondering if there is a possibility that this is a crime committed by Narrak."

"He?" Bellinrum was startled at first, with surprise and confusion flashing in his eyes. Then, his expression became serious and he fell into deep thought.

As the godfather of American goblins, Narrak may not have less resources and influence than himself.

If the Dark Lord gave them some more powerful magic, maybe they could really accomplish what Rogge said.

A sense of urgency surged in his heart. Bellinrum ignored his physical fatigue and said anxiously: "I have to go and see, I must confirm it myself."

He borrowed a magic carpet from Rogge and floated into the sky.

His own failure was terrible, but the success of his own people was even more worrying.

If Narrak really surpassed him in magic, it meant that the other party would challenge the throne at any time and replace him as the new goblin king.

"No, I can't let this happen." Bellinrum clenched his fists, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Rogge? Rogge!" Jessica rushed into the Wizengamot, shouting in the chaotic crowd, eagerly looking for her son.

Soon, a ray of red flame came into view. Jessica's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly pushed through the crowd.

When she finally saw Rogge, tears couldn't help but burst out. The phoenix was jumping on Roger's chest, as if celebrating something. Jessica cried and laughed, joy and fear surged in her heart at the same time.

"Mom," Roger saw his mother and showed a tired but warm smile, "I'm hungry."

These simple words melted Jessica's heart. She wiped away her tears and gently helped her son up, "Well, let's go home."

The mother and son went against the cheering crowd in the Wizengamot.

Glory and victory may be very important, but they want to return to their warm home and enjoy a warm dinner together. Then, temporarily forget this extraordinary night and welcome the sun to rise again.

"This phoenix doesn't look like Fox at all." Jessica saw the phoenix jump onto Roger's head, and reached out to gently drive it down. "Don't spoil it, otherwise it will use your hair as a nest."

"Okay, I know, Mom."

"I'll ask Beibei to make a perch when I get home, just like the one in the principal's office."

"It doesn't seem to like the perch."

"You'll like it once you get used to it, isn't it the case with all the owls in our house? I don't know if they will fight."

"Yuumi jumps up and down every day, and looks for fights with them every day. The curtains are almost tattered by it, and it hasn't caught a mouse."

"How about buying another catkin?"

"No, there are too many. By the way, did the Phoenix sign a contract with you?"

Rogge shook his head slightly, "Dumbledore's? It seems not, I didn't sense it."

"Maybe some special spell is needed. It looks like it only recognizes you. Maybe one day, it will leave."

"Isn't it too early to say this now?"

"Early? Not early at all. You are in the fifth grade and will graduate soon. When I was your age..." Jessica's face suddenly turned red, and she coughed twice, "I got engaged to your father after graduation."

"Do you know Astoria? She came to play at home a few days ago and was very lively. That child is more likable than Daphne."

"Uh..." Rogge thought of the troublemaker and couldn't help but frown.

He didn't say anything, just listened to his mother's chattering silently. Occasionally he responded or cleverly changed the subject. Jessica didn't mind her son's cunning at all, and continued to share her recent experiences and thoughts.

Finally, they returned to the villa by the Thames. As soon as he entered the door, the exhausted Roger sank directly into the soft sofa and soon fell into a deep sleep. In his hazy dream, a fiery red figure kept jumping around, attracting his attention.

"Ivan, long time no see." A familiar yet strange voice sounded in the dream.

"This name..." Rogge was stunned for a moment, looking at the increasingly clear face in front of him, and murmured, "Are you Maria?"

"Hahaha~" The other party laughed like a silver bell, "Thank you for remembering my name. You can also call me Finister."

"Phoenix, but I remember..."

"Dead, right?" Maria sighed, "Ivan, I am the cage that my father used to imprison Finister, giving him the power of immortality."

"I consumed the power of the phoenix, so that my sisters' souls were not destroyed by Kashchei. From that moment on, I became a part of the phoenix. However, this also made me fall into a deep sleep, thanks to the volcano..."

"Volcano? Do you mean the lava well in the manor?"

"Yes." Maria nodded to confirm, "The heat it emits makes up for Finister's life. And your magic and heartbeat awakened me."

Rogge narrowed his eyes and carefully recalled what happened in the magic forest of Eastern Europe. Bathsheda's huge... cough, no, not this.

"Remember our deal? I'll help you kill Kashchei, and then the phoenix will belong to me."

"No." Maria's mouth curled up slightly, and she corrected: "You help me kill Kashchei, and the phoenix will belong to you after I die."

"Oh my god!" Looking at Maria, who was dressed in red but had a cold temperament, Rogge shouted in pain: "If you become a phoenix, won't you never die? You don't have to fulfill our agreement!"

"That's right, Ivan."

It was the first time Rogge saw Maria smile, and that smile was holy and pure. As she approached step by step, Rogge felt his heart thumping wildly.

"Our heartbeats are synchronized." She pursed her red lips and whispered: "I am Finista, but Finista is not me."

"So when you wake up, remember to take good care of it. And my sisters, they will become tree demons." Her fiery red lips (in a physical sense) were imprinted on Rogge's eyebrows, and a strange bond was formed at this moment.

Rogge suddenly woke up from the sofa, touched his hot forehead, and was a little dazed for a while.

He felt something strange, looked down, and found that he was... "Alas, it's not that I don't follow the rules, but the fairy is too tempting."

Maria is a phoenix, and a witch with an absolutely hot appearance and a cold personality. Rogge's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and he hurried back to the room holding the pillow.

The phoenix on the sofa looked at Rogge's back thoughtfully, and suddenly, a flexible cat jumped up.