boyutpedia Chapter 252 Subdued
Chapter 252 Subdued
Chapter 252 Subdued
As the flame from which magic was born, Fiendfire's most basic property is to burn everything.
The inclusion of dark magic ensures that the flames possess other properties, reflecting the wizard's mind—because a certain degree of malice is required to trigger Fiendfire.
Even the revamped Lich requires a certain amount of willpower, which doesn't have to be malicious.
Each spellcaster releases a different kind of fire. Some use Fiery Flame, which is chillingly cold when it burns; others use Fiery Flame, which is no different in temperature from ordinary objects; and still others use Fiery Flame, which looks so warm, like gently caressing a lover's skin.
The Grindelwald version used by Ryan has an extreme high temperature for the city-level Fiendfire, as if simulating the sun.
At this moment, he could no longer control the malicious thoughts in his heart, which further fueled Li Huo's prestige.
"No—no, not a single one alive?"
Kingsley stared at the raging flames, his words slurred, and some of the elite Aurors behind him began to tremble.
"Didn't we arrest one person in the hall? As for these people down there, that's up to their fate."
Fueled by malice, Ryan had no mercy at this moment. Since they were enemies, he would first unleash a barrage of fire meteors, and they could continue their conversation when they were still alive.
"I'm afraid you'll dismantle Gringotts' underground vault! You know, there are a lot of things stored here, and it would be hard to explain if it collapsed."
Kingsley roared, but at that moment, his voice was so loud that it could not be heard if he had spoken any softer.
Because the sound of flames exploding came from the bottom, accompanied by the roar of stones rolling down, and a slight cracking sound—this was the sound of the armor protection charm being directly shattered.
"Don't worry, don't worry. Although the fairies' magical skills aren't that great, the protective measures they've accumulated over the years are still effective. Unless I use a super-tier fireball, ordinary magic like this won't be able to sink this place."
As they spoke, a dragon's roar seemed to emanate from the depths. Such a majestic roar, if unleashed in the wild, would be enough to frighten even a wizard.
The roar that once sent other magical creatures flying was now so weak, so terrified.
"I'd always heard there were fire dragons in Gringotts, but I didn't know it was true. Did those goblins really have the proper permits to raise fire dragons?"
If Ryan remembers correctly, raising a level 5 dangerous creature like a fire dragon requires a very complicated process. Without such procedures and qualifications, it is impossible to participate in raising fire dragons, let alone keep them in one's own home.
"No. The fairies have always denied violating wizarding laws, and we haven't been able to come in to search them in the past."
"The banks, an indispensable part of wizards' lives, are something wizards aren't even allowed to search!"
Ryan emphasized his words, seemingly unintentionally: "What a ridiculous thing this is. How were we supposed to guarantee that the Galon stored here wouldn't be stolen by those who guarded it? Just relying on the fairies' integrity? But do fairies really possess such a luxury as integrity?"
"This is clearly incorrect. For the sake of wizards and the safety of their assets, I believe the Ministry of Magic needs to establish a dedicated agency to manage funds and act as a bank."
This statement was particularly persuasive amidst the booming explosions—a persuasiveness in a magical sense, the kind that makes anyone who disagrees dare not disagree.
However, as a senior Auror, the current Head of the Auror Office, and a veteran employee who has worked in the Ministry of Magic for many years, Kingsley's greatest strength is doing his job well and only doing his own job well, without getting involved in other matters.
What Ryan is saying is clearly not something he, as the Auror's office director, should care about! Even if he were promoted to the next level and become the director of the Department of Law Enforcement, he would only have the right to make suggestions regarding what Ryan is saying.
The seasoned veterans remained unmoved, but the young people were easily swayed.
Aurors are selected through a rigorous process of rigorous testing and selection, which means that very few pure-blooded Auror family members can become Aurors, because young masters and ladies lack the ability to endure hardship.
So the young people in their twenties and thirties are mostly from lower-middle-class families or Muggle backgrounds in the wizarding world. These people have never had the habit of being pampered and have a lot of passion. When they come to Gringotts to do business, all they see are the haughty faces of the goblins, and they are already full of anger.
If an idol among young people says something like this, he will naturally receive their unanimous support.
"Mr. Ryan is right!"
"The Ministry of Magic should be a separate agency! We can't hand over all these powers to the fairies; they're not trustworthy!"
Even if fairies are trustworthy, they don't have enough power to protect our property!
The young people, whose average age is twenty-eight or twenty-nine, are discussing it enthusiastically.
Upon hearing his subordinates' words, Kingsley wore a mask of pain: these young people get easily provoked and lose their temper. If they really don't know their place and go to the department leaders for advice, then he really has to break their legs first, and then go to Dumbledore to complain.
To everyone's surprise, Ryan didn't continue to urge them on: "You don't need to speak up about this. Mr. Kingsley is a very good boss, and you shouldn't cause him any trouble. Besides, there are quite a few old fogies in the department; making such a suggestion will only cause trouble for yourselves."
"We're not afraid of trouble!"
"Everything we do is for the wizard!"
"We absolutely can!"
"I'll go see the Minister as soon as I get back to the Ministry of Magic!"
They still felt looked down upon, and these Aurors were very resentful.
"I know that the Aurors are always the purest team in the Ministry of Magic, and they are always dedicated to the wizards. But some things should be done by those who are supposed to do them. I will go and talk to Mr. Laugher."
Faced with the Aurors' impassioned pleas and willingness to volunteer, Ryan refused: "Everyone should do their duty and be loyal to their job. I will take charge of this. What you need to do is be careful, do your job well, and protect the wizards."
No wonder, in my letter to Dumbledore, he mentioned that nowadays all the young people he comes into contact with at Hogwarts are willing to follow Lane—Kingsley understood the reason and felt admiration.
Even a seasoned veteran like Kingsley was deeply impressed, so naturally the young people were captivated by him.
In addition, there was a group of people who were impressed by Ryan.
That was the black-robed man after being bombarded by a shower of fire and meteors.
The survivors trembled, feeling as if the sky had fallen. They all spontaneously amplified their words with loud incantations, pleading for surrender.
As for the black-robed men who were unfortunately turned to ashes by the fireball, they naturally did not object, and they tacitly acknowledged their admiration for Ryan.
Under Ryan's remote command, the remaining three or five men in black robes obediently boarded the roller coaster, arrived at the entrance from the bottom, and then handed over their wands.
"We surrender!"
The men in black robes were like mice seeing a cat, barely daring to tremble, lest the Aurors judge them as having rebellious intentions.
Before they arrived, they didn't take the Aurors seriously at all; seventy or eighty wizards could easily handle any regular Aurors the Ministry of Magic could mobilize.
But now they've behaved themselves.
The last young Auror escorting the man in black robes looked back. With the help of the light orb of the illumination spell, he could vaguely see the craters on the broken walls on both sides, which looked like burnt glass, and the endless golden-red glow in the deepest part.
That was flowing lava.
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