Chapter 124: Magic, What is it Good For? (Part 3)

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Yaxley softly trod into the atrium of the French Ministry, his face completely devoid of emotion. Hundreds of office workers and normal magical citizens moved back and forth between the flu-network and the crystalline entrances to the elevators. Paper planes transited back and forth between small holes built into the glass room, disappearing into chutes that wound into several governmental departments.

Aurors lined the chamber and stopped people every now and then, their dark blue and grey uniforms standing out amidst the cacophonous slurry of colours the French magicals called fashion. Yaxley moved between groups of magicals, interposing them between himself and the Aurors.

His leather boots scraped against the polished marble of the atrium, thudding against other shoes occasionally as he carefully slipped towards an open elevator. No one noticed him as he stepped into said elevator, the doors closing right after his entered. He turned robotically to face the door once again, his eyes glazed over and his breath at a constant rate. His eyes flickered over to the panel at the side, his wand snapping in its direction, locking out all other controls for the elevator... This ensured he would not be interrupted in his task by random passengers.

Silence clung to the walls inside the elevator despite a soft classical tune playing in the background, he didn’t speak, he didn’t cough... He stood, awaiting the next phase of his mission.

A gentle ding cut through the creepy classical music, his feet plodding forwards as he started cutting a serious pace towards his destination. His presence wasn’t unnoticed however as an Auror at the end of the hall he had just entered on unsheathed their wand and started speaking to him in French.

The room was filled with soft paintings and etchings upon soothing colours, mahogany woods and pale stone tiles filling the walls, ceiling and floor respectively. Why did this matter? Well, it wouldn’t be clean for long...

"Je m’arrête et je déclare mon intention! " The Auror commanded as Yaxley stared ahead, as if he didn’t hear the officer at all.

"ARRÊTEZ MAINTENANT!!! " The Auror raised his wand, a light shining at the end of the unicorn hair focus.

"Avada Kedavra." Yaxley plainly stated, his wand snapping up towards the Auror from within the sleave of his robes. The pallid green light flexed and snapped from the end of the wand before the soft green hue turned a deep emerald-black that hissed like a serpent before splashing into the chest of the young Auror, his body collapsing onto the tiles as his soul was snuffed from this life. Yaxley took a side-step to dodge the stunner that had been sent at him and continued onwards, the spell splashing ineffectually into the doors of the elevator behind him.

Alarms began blaring throughout the building as the door in front of Yaxley started closing. Yaxley simply flicked his wand once again and whispered a quiet Reducto, the magically enchanted metal that was closing over the door snapping apart and blowing the wooden door into itself.

Red lights started flickering through the room, painting the luscious environment in crimson splashes of shadow and light as he casually stepped over the dead Auror and through the opening he had just made.

"Disarm now, we have you surrounded!" A woman wit silver bob-cut hair shouted at the British Lord, her golden irises shining with determination and unspoken spells.

"Protectum Diabolicum..." Yaxley stated, monotone. Light blue sparks were conjured around him before they roared into a spherical shield of aquamarine flames that started licking up the side of the doorway and into the wooden ceiling.

"Stupefy!", "Diffindo" , "Relashio" , "Confringo!!!" Several voices yelled out.

Nothing penetrated the shield he had summoned so Yaxley merely walked forwards, his magic pumping into the construct of magic around him as the flames consumed the hostile spellwork of the Aurors.

Keeping a steady speed Yaxley strode through the Minister’s office, his eyes flued to the door at the far end of the offices. Paperwork burned brightly for several moments before puttering out. Some fires spread to adjacent letters and documents before wood was set aflame and the entire room started smelling of smoke.

"Avada Kedavra!" One of the Aurors bellowed as a small bead of green light punctured the flaming defence and ripped through a part of his robe, the pallid bead slapping into a far wall and splintering several inches of wood around its impact zone.

Yaxley stopped he pace and turned in the direction of the man who had cast the spell. His wand snapped towards the ma robotically as magic oozed from his inner core towards his wand. "Viscera Exenterato." He said casually as a bead of pure black shot from the end of his focus and plunged into the young Auror.

He turned towards his goal once more as horror-filled screams roared from that same young man the bead had just sunk into. Blood and spinal fluid spewed like a geyser from the body of Yaxley’s victim as his internal organs ripped through his skin and started flaying itself layer by layer. Gore and viscera splattered around the Auror as his comrades dispensed their meals on the floor or attempted all manner of spells to stop the intruder... Still, Yaxley continued on.

The Aurors behind him attempted to chase him but were cut off as part of the roof caved in and landed on their members. Spells were used to stop the fires but by the time they were finished the door was burning down in front of him as he stepped through the ashes.

Behind the once-lavish door was an office of extreme decadence and sophistication... But most importantly there was a man standing with his wand held high and his posture relaxed into a duelling stance.

"To what do I owe zis honour?" The French Minister of magic asked Yaxley.

"In the name of Great Britain, I declare war." Yaxley answered without any emotion before his turned his magic inwards upon himself, activating hundreds of subdermal runes that suddenly sparked throughout his body.

"You are mad monsieur!" The Minister declared, a sark green spell coiling at the end of his wand as the runes all connected as one, a pentagonal pattern glowing beneath Yaxley’s skin.

"Let the revolution begin." With those final words spoken Yaxley’s eyes flickered up and down and his emotionless state quickly changed to rage. His eyes were no longer glazed and his movement no longer stolen from his control. His eyebrows shot to his hairline just as he felt his core implode within his abdomen and the runes snap all of his bones at once.

"GRINDEL-" He didn’t even get to finish his first conscious words in a while as the runes flared and the world around him turned into an inferno of dark blue flames that consumed everything and everyone within the French Ministry.

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Grindelwald hummed a soft tune as he felt half the ministry simply collapse onto itself, his runic work having exceeded his expectations.

"Let the games begin..." He hummed out before turning towards Nicholas Flamel, who was bound and gagged to a chair, his wife hanging upside down from the ceiling with her hair swaying back and forth. "Now... Why don’t you tell me where you keep the Sorcerers Stone hidden?"

The ancient wizard merely rolled his eyes and huffed into the gag.

"The difficult way it is then..." Grindelwald murmured before walking to the side of the room where there were several hundred magical devices designed for torturing people.

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With Drecarios...

It had been a day since I had officially been made a Lord of my own house and I was currently neck deep in books from the Black library.

Science was my strongpoint and was the main means of control using my powers. My Sith training bridged the gap between spiritual understanding of the world and science, a hint of magic thrown in here and there when something couldn’t properly be explained. Harry Potter magic was just that, magic... It was chaotic, powerful and completely batshit insane compared to science and the basic rules of the universe.

The last few books I had read explained effects that were completely contradicting one another and yet came from the same source. One example of this was ’wet-flames’... Flames that acted completely like liquid but had all of the traits of fire and plasma.

I could imagine a few ways I may be capable of replicating the feat with my abilities but they would lack the effect that this spell was said to have had, which was to burn away any impurities upon a person’s skin, leaving their body completely unaffected from the flame-plasma-liquid. Perhaps I could achieve the same effect through my naming-ability but that was just as bullshit as magic and could possibly be the same thing, ultimately.

Magic wasn’t just inconsistent with its logic however, it was completely chaotic when it came to power requirements as well... The killing curse sometimes cost a lot of magic but was said to be as easy as pie for some dark wizards to just spam unendingly. From what study I had accomplished I quickly surmised that magic came down to there factors: Willpower, Imagination and Intent.

A wizard or witch would use Imagination to create an image or idea of what they wished to happen, they would use their willpower to enforce the idea into their magic and then guide that magic using their intent. The verbal part of spells were a compass for a witch or wizards’ intent, the movement of the wand was an aid to direct the magic properly through the body to atmosphere and the constant use of wonder and magic inside their schools was a fuel for their imagination...

I lowered the book on Grecian Fire and raised my right fist with my pinkie extended. I felt the force wrap around me like a comforting blanket as I imagined a purple flame burning from the tip of my pinkie, its flames swirling like a tornado. From that image I channelled my magic through my body up to my pinkie finger, the process incredibly easy since my matter abilities could show me its passage and how it was moving through me.

A sense of tingle flooded through my extended finger before the magic leaked out slowly and a tornado of purple flames swirled slowly above it. I grinned happily before changing the flame blue in my mental image... The change was instant, the flame becoming a mix of purple and blue as the lingering traces of the last image transfixed itself in reality using my current projection as a canvas of sorts.

"Mmmm, I should speak with Shiroe." I mumbled to myself as I cut the supply of magic off to the flame, my energy reserve dropping by less than 1% of 1%.

I huffed as I heard some commotion downstairs, it seemed Harry and his parents were back from whatever chaos they were causing.

Tony Stark- I’ve got magic people!

Jester Lavorre- ThAt IS SO COOL!!!! magic BUDDIES? 🎃🎃🎃

Tony Stark- Ah, sure???

Jester Lavorre- SWeeT!

M. Sam Carter- I got magic too! It’s really wacky...

Luke Skywalker- I’m happy for both of you

Loki Odinson- Congratulations. Perhaps I can acquire your aid in future for building New-Asgard?

Tony Stark- why not? 😎

Shiroe of Log Horizon- Harry’s world is superbly powerful when it comes to spatial magics... I’ve recently discovered that I can make pocket dimensions using my sub-class

Loki Odinson- That... Is concerning

Luke Skywalker- Nothing that Jedi or Sith haven’t already done...

Jester Lavorre- 😒spoilsport😒

Luke Skywalker- I am not! I’m just informing them that we’ve had the capability for a while...

Tony Stark- 😒spoilsport😒

Luke Skywalker- This is going to become a thing isn’t it...? 😑

Loki Odinson- 😒spoilsport😒

M. Sam Carter- 😒spoilsport😒

Drecarios Frost-😒spoilsport😒

Shiroe of Log Horizon- 😒spoilsport😒

Harry Potter-😒spoilsport😒

Sirius Black-😒spoilsport😒

Gandalf the White-😒spoilsport😒

Luke Skywalker- *sigh*

I half coughed, half laughed as everyone followed in Jester’s example and called Luke a spoilsport. It was a bad idea however as the dust in the library puffed out into my face and I started hacking up a lung.

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