A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

This phoenix egg, which had been silent for a long time, finally woke up tonight. The air around it seemed to tremble slightly because of the miracle that was about to happen.

With a slight click, fine cracks began to appear on the eggshell, and then it peeled off bit by bit.

A palm-sized chick, with curiosity about the world, shook its furry head and wings that had not yet grown full feathers, and tried hard to get out of the eggshell.

"Welcome, little guy." Roger's eyes flashed with expectation and tenderness.

The broken eggshell did not scatter all over the ground, but turned into orange-red energy, like tiny lightning, drilling into the body of the chick.

The chick stood up tremblingly. Although it could not open its eyes yet, its posture revealed an innate arrogant temperament, as if it knew that it was born extraordinary.

It suddenly raised its neck and used all its strength to open its small beak. Its tiny sparrow tongue trembled at high speed, and a small but high-pitched clear cry came from its throat.

Clang~

Although the cry was immature, it contained infinite power. The sea of ​​fire in the sky in Rogge's hand suddenly became agitated, as if it felt a strong call.

The flames spread out in strands, transforming into various wonderful shapes: some turned into blooming red flowers, some turned into floating white clouds...

"It's amazing!" The wizards of the Wizengamot couldn't help but stand up, wanting to see more clearly.

Thousands of flames danced wildly throughout the Wizengamot, like the ancestors of ancient tribes, offering the most blazing loyalty to their great gods.

Thousands of flames turned into flying birds at the same time, gathering towards the chicks in Rogge's arms. At this moment, it was like a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix, which was spectacular.

Countless birds formed by flames circled in the air, chirping happily, as if celebrating the birth of the new king.

The little phoenix opened its tender beak and swallowed all the flames into its stomach. As each wisp of flame was absorbed, its body began to undergo amazing changes. Fast-growing feathers emerged from its skin, gradually changing from light red to dazzling golden red.

At the same time, its tender body became stronger under the nourishment of the flames, and its wings gradually became fuller.

"Phoenix... Phoenix?" The young wizard stuttered, his eyes full of disbelief, "Merlin, is this a phoenix?"

"Yes. But I remember that only Dumbledore has a phoenix in the entire magical world. Could it be that I, an old man, remembered it wrong?"

"It should be correct." The person next to him was even more unsure, and his voice was full of confusion, "If the chick in Roger's arms is a phoenix, then what is Dumbledore's Fawkes?"

"Fawkes is of course a phoenix! The core of my wand comes from Fawkes' tail feathers."

"Could it be that this is the second phoenix?"

The wizards exchanged glances quickly, and everyone's expression was full of shock and excitement.

At the same time, the young bird in Roger's arms, which had been bathed in fire, was using its gorgeous appearance to confirm the wizards' guess: it was the most magical creature in the magic world - the phoenix, the immortal and immortal bird.

Its tears are the most precious antidote in the magic world, which can heal all injuries. Its feathers are the most beautiful materials in the magic world and can be made into powerful wands. Its flames, its immortality, its singing...

The air in the Wizengamot became even hotter than before, as if everyone's inner flames were ignited by this magical creature.

The wizards leaned forward on the table, staring at the young bird in Rogge's hand like searchlights, afraid of missing any details.

At this moment, the young phoenix rubbed Rogge's fingers affectionately, with a lively light flashing in its eyes. Although the sky sea of ​​fire that Rogge had just released was swallowed by it, it still failed to satisfy the little guy's strong appetite.

"Don't be impatient, little glutton. I will let you eat well." Rogge chuckled and pulled out the wand, and began to draw a magnificent and complex trajectory in the air.

At the same time, he began to chant an ancient and complex spell in a low voice: "Eternal fire, from the stars in the deep space. Crossing the boundaries of time and space, burning eternal light..."

A wizard recognized the spell that Rogge was casting and couldn't help shouting: "Gublai Fairy Fire?!!"

"What, it's really Gublai Fairy Fire? Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

"I may not be able to calculate mathematical divination, but can I make a mistake in spell rhetoric?"

"The eternal immortality of Gublai Fairy Fire does not come from magic, but from extraterrestrial bodies. Wizards must transfer their magic power into the starry sky and intercept a ray of light from distant stars."

"Then, bind it and make it into Gublai Fairy Fire. This is one of the most profound magics, symbolizing light and power."

As soon as the voice fell, they saw Rogge's wand shoot out a red beam of light. The wizards all held their breath and raised their heads with the red light.

This light was like a sharp sword, piercing through the magnificent dome of the Wizengamot, piercing through the thick walls of the Ministry of Magic, breaking through the curtain of the night sky, and flying straight into the vast Milky Way.

"Which star will he choose?" The young wizard muttered curiously, "Logically, the brightest star at night should be Sirius."

Dumbledore's blue pupils stared upward, as if passing through layers of obstacles and reaching the sea of ​​stars.

As one of the wizards who can make Gubler's fairy fire, he knows all the details and difficulties involved.

First of all, it’s about timing. During the day, the sun is too strong and will block out all the starlight, and the violent sunlight is difficult to control. At night, there are too many stars, and you will get lost if you are not careful.

“A wizard must have four key elements: a strong magic foundation, precise spell skills, extensive astronomical knowledge, and most importantly: an unwavering heart. Only in this way can you make a Gublai fairy fire that never goes out.”

Above the night sky, the stars are dotted, like countless diamonds scattered on black velvet. In the night sky of the northern hemisphere in winter, the most dazzling star is the blue-white Sirius.

However, Rogge did not choose the starlight of Sirius as the source of the fairy fire. His magic beam shot directly at a star that looked even dimmer, Alpha in the constellation of Queen.

It is located in a corner of the constellation of Queen. Standing on the earth and looking up at the starry sky, the light is not as dazzling as Sirius. But Rogge knows that this is just a trick of light years.

This star, located hundreds of light years away, has passed countless years to transmit its light to the earth. Although it looks slightly dimmer than Sirius, which is several light years away, this just proves the power of Alpha Star.

If the two are at the same distance, Sirius is like a firefly, how can it compete with the bright moon.

Its starlight is warm orange, like a warm bonfire. This beam of light from 230 years ago, guided by magic, flew towards Rogge's magic wand.

With a slight "swish", the top of the wooden wand was suddenly ignited by the starlight and turned into a ball of Gubli fairy fire that never goes out. The orange-yellow flame danced, emitting a soft and lasting light.

The wizards on the high platform burst into exclamation and applause. Many of them had doubted whether Rogge could really intercept the starlight and make Gubli fairy fire. But at this moment, the young wizard proved his strength with facts.

"It's incredible!" an old wizard said excitedly, "Although due to the limitations of astronomical knowledge, he chose Alpha Queen instead of the brighter Sirius. But we have to admit that Roger's magic, skills and mentality are not inferior to any powerful and famous wizard."

Dumbledore's eyes moved back and forth between Roger and the dancing orange fairy fire. He unconsciously pulled his long beard, and his eyes flashed with complex light.

Not long ago, he made a Gubler fairy fire and asked Hagrid to bring it to the giant leader. But that white fairy fire looked so petite compared to the one in Roger's hand.

"Could it be that Alpha Queen is brighter than Sirius?" Dumbledore whispered to himself, as if thinking about something.

As the inventor of the deluminator, Dumbledore has a deep understanding of the nature of light. He knows very well that the farther away the light source of the same brightness is, the darker it looks.

However, although astronomy follows this basic principle, it is not a simple and direct application.

Because some stars in the night sky that seem to be very shining may not actually emit light, but reflect light like a mirror.

"There are countless stars in the sky, and wizards cannot detect them one by one. In addition, astronomy is difficult to understand and is more inclined to the field of magic. This leads to most wizards mistakenly believing that what they see is real." Dumbledore, who sees everything, looked around and sighed secretly at the amazed expressions on the faces of other wizards.

At this moment, the little phoenix jumped lightly, hooked Rogge's clothes with its tiny claws, and jumped nimbly in front of the Gubler fairy fire.

Its bright eyes looked at the jumping flames curiously, looking left and right, as if studying a rare treasure.

Finally, the little phoenix opened its mouth carefully and tentatively sucked a breath of fairy fire.

To everyone's surprise, this magical creature that can easily swallow the entire sea of ​​fire in the sky can only barely absorb a wisp of fairy fire from Alpha Centauri.

Dumbledore smiled slightly and nodded secretly in his heart. As the only wizard who possessed a phoenix, he understood the significance of this scene better than anyone else.

The energy contained in that seemingly ordinary orange flame was probably far beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The Gublai fairy fire circulated in the body of the little phoenix, nourishing its life. At this moment, the little guy seemed to be drunk, swaying on the back of Rogge's hand, looking both cute and funny.

At the same time, its body underwent even more bizarre changes.

The soft feathers gradually became hard, and the keratin sheaths broke out of the ground like bamboo shoots after rain, climbing up one section at a time, and finally formed elastic hollow feather shafts.

Then, on both sides of the feather shaft, the tiny feather branches bloomed like snowflakes, spreading more and more branches, gradually forming a flat and elegant structure.

These branches hooked together, giving the phoenix wings a strong and elastic quality.

In just five minutes, the hair ball that was originally only the size of a handful transformed into a handsome and elegant phoenix.

Its body is covered with red and golden feathers, like dancing flames, reflecting dazzling brilliance in the eyes of every observer. Its tail feathers are like a soft and gorgeous skirt, swinging gracefully as it jumps and flies.

"Phoenix!" This name rang in everyone's mind at the same time, with sincere amazement.

What made everyone even more excited was that this was an ownerless phoenix.

Although Rogge found it and helped it hatch and grow, and although birds usually regard the first creature they see after opening their eyes as their mother.

But in the magical world, there is no contract constraint, which means that anyone has the opportunity to take this newborn phoenix as their own.

But when he thought of the sky fire sea that Rogge had just released and the Gubler fairy fire he had created, the impulse in his heart was extinguished as if by ice water.

Greed, jealousy, hostility...all kinds of complex emotions intertwined in their hearts. These wizards on the high platform, they were dressed in gorgeous robes and their hair was combed meticulously, but at this moment, they were as ugly as hungry wolves and dementors.

Rogge was keenly aware of the change in the atmosphere around him, but his face remained as calm as water. Phoenix used his shoulder as a perch, turning his head and curiously looking at everything around him.

"Now, does anyone still doubt whether I can protect the safety of the Aurors?" His voice was low and full of power.

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, shattering the last trace of thoughts in the room.

A trace of imperceptible fear flashed across Umbridge's face. She opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just sat back silently, her eyes full of frustration and unwillingness.

"That's all I have to say about this inquiry. I won't apologize, nor do I think it's wrong to kill him. Now..." He dragged out his voice and looked around like the master of this place.

The wizards above had different expressions. Some frowned and thought, as if weighing the pros and cons; some stared at the phoenix intently, with undisguised desire in their eyes; and some gnashed their teeth, obviously very dissatisfied with the current situation...

"Humph, who gave you the courage?" Roger sneered in his heart. These people were timid even when facing the Death Eaters, but they wanted to touch his phoenix. How fearless.

Bang!

His fist landed on the table, attracting everyone's attention: "Now, please let the chief wizard and the purple robe members of the Wizengamot vote."

Amelia was obviously stunned for a moment, and she quickly took over the leadership: "Please raise your hands if you think Roger Travis should be held responsible for Brown's death."

"Amelia, this is not right!" Little James suddenly shouted, "We are also involved in this questioning and should have the right to vote."

"This is the Wizengamot!" Roger teased the phoenix with his fingers and said leisurely: "Has the Magical Congress of the United States become the master of the Ministry of Magic?"

"I am a British wizard, what is your identity? Are you qualified to vote here?" Roger retorted unceremoniously, "Besides, the incident happened on Voldemort's territory. You will be qualified to summon me when you regain the East Coast."

Little James was choked by these words and couldn't speak. He tightened his lips, and a trace of anger and frustration flashed in his eyes. In the end, he glared at Roger fiercely and sat back in his seat heavily.

The others in the hall looked at each other, and even if they racked their brains, they could not find any loopholes in Roger's words. After all, this questioning was a routine investigation of British wizards by the British Ministry of Magic. As the victim, the American representative did not have the right to interfere with the voting results.

The members of the Wizengamot talked in a low voice, and they looked up from time to time and looked at Roger's phoenix.

Was Roger's behavior wrong? Of course, it was disturbing to kill a survivor with one's own hands. But was he guilty? This... was hard to say.

If the purple-robed wizard raised his hand to indicate that he was guilty, they would face hostility from the Aurors of the Law Enforcement Department.

After all, Roger's behavior was heroic and necessary in the eyes of the Aurors.

In addition, he was too young and very powerful. Whether it was the Sky Fire Sea or the Gubler Fairy Fire, it could prove his attainments and abilities in magic.

Considering the Travis family behind Roger, the support of the sacred pure-blood wizards, and the phoenix on his shoulders. The purple-robed wizards were sure that Roger would become the next Dumbledore.

Everyone exchanged glances tacitly, and Amelia had to speak again: "Please raise your hands if you think Roger should be held responsible."

The Wizengamot was silent, and the purple-robed wizards on the podium did not move, and no one raised their hands

"0!" Amelia's tone became relaxed, "I declare that the Wizengamot and this chief unanimously believe that Roger Travis is not responsible for the loss of Brown in Operation Elk."

"Inquiry number: WM-1996114-0001, ended."