Chapter 724
The Origin of the Ministry of Magic
Chapter 724 The Origin of the Ministry of Magic
Vader's gaze fell once again on the golden kettle, its body shimmering with a mysterious light in the candlelight.
He tentatively reached out and gently touched the body of the teapot, feeling a strange warmth.
“Professor, do you mean… this kettle comes from another country?” Wade asked.
Dumbledore put his glasses back on, walked to the window, looked at the campus bathed in sunlight, and remained silent for a moment.
“Wade…” Dumbledore’s voice suddenly turned low: “Do you know how wizards came to be?”
Wade suddenly felt a strange tension. His fingers unconsciously smoothed out the wrinkles in his robe, his mind replaying what he had read in a book:
"The Origin of Magic says that a wizard's magical abilities are an innate talent... I've also read a book called Ancient Bloodlines..."
He paused here, glancing at Dumbledore.
"The Ancient Bloodline" is a book in the Black family collection. Specifically, it is a dark magic book that promotes pure-blood theory. The pages are made of human skin, the ink is blood, and it mentions several ways to test bloodlines and use blood spells.
Dumbledore's glasses reflected the sunlight streaming through the window, his expression unchanged.
Wade continued, "The book says that wizards are actually descendants of ancient gods; and some... are born from the union of ancient magical creatures and humans."
In that book, the former is a "pure-blood wizard," and the latter is the origin of the so-called "Mudbloods."
Dumbledore shook his head slightly, his long, silvery-white beard swaying with it. He ran his hand over the silverware on the table, and some of it emitted wisps of white mist.
"Humans..."
The old man's sigh carried a hint of helplessness and amusement: "Always so eager to fabricate a noble lineage for themselves... Regarding the origins of wizards, there is actually another version recorded in ancient parchment scrolls... and many historians believe that this may be the truth..."
Dumbledore tapped the table with his wand, and rolls of parchment flew off the bookshelf automatically, unfurling in the air like flowing scrolls, passing before the two of them one after another.
Dumbledore's voice became deep and distant, as if it came from the other side of the river of time.
He waved his wand, and the light in the room dimmed instantly. The pictures on the parchment floated in the air, turning into hazy illusions.
"In the ancient times before human civilization was developed, there were some special regions scattered around the world. They were like wounds in the universe, or the eyes of the world."
Several strange scenes appeared in the fantasy:
In the middle of a desert, golden sand gushes forth, and the surrounding cacti grow and wither at a visible speed, only to rapidly grow larger again in the blink of an eye.
At the entrance to the dark cave, several birds flew by, then suddenly froze in mid-air, instantly losing their breath and falling. Where they landed, the remains of animals and humans were scattered everywhere, yet there were no signs of them being eaten.
In the forest, there is a small, secluded lake. There are no birds, beasts, insects, or fish around it. The reflection in the lake is not of the sky and the vegetation, but of an illusory scene of a group of people fighting.
Dumbledore said softly:
“Some of these areas spew out strange sand grains that can accelerate, stop, or reverse time in the surrounding area; some can instantly kill any life that gets close; some can predict the future; and some can influence the thoughts of living beings…”
"Most people will die upon contact, but a small number survive. Their bloodlines are infected by the power, and they gain magical abilities, becoming revered as gods by those around them... These are the original wizards." Illusion shifts.
A wizard, dressed in magnificent clothes and adorned with gold and silver jewels on his head and body, stood on a high place, directing a group of ragged people to move huge stones and logs, and to build tall and majestic buildings around the area where they gained their power.
"In order to study the mysterious power of these areas, and to avoid others coveting their 'divine power,' early wizards built mage towers or temples around these mysterious areas and then tried to hide them."
As the visions continued to unfold, Vader saw wars raging around the towers, some of which were reduced to ruins and plunged into darkness; others expanded, attracting more and more robed wizards, and various emblems began to appear around them.
"Knowledge and power will always give rise to order, and also to power."
A complex look flashed across Dumbledore's eyes as he said:
"Except for a few areas that eventually became schools, the vast majority became the earliest Ministry of Magic. The wizards who wielded these mysterious powers stepped down from their pedestals and became the rulers of the local areas."
The towers changed rapidly, one of them growing larger and becoming particularly conspicuous in view. As time passed, its height increased layer by layer, but the tower itself began to gradually sink, as if the building, which was originally exposed on the ground, was being swallowed up by the earth.
Time passed quickly, and new high-rise buildings, carriages, and crowds appeared where the tower had once stood. In the underground space, wizards dressed in black robes moved about busily.
Finally, Wade saw a familiar scene—
Within the underground tower, the ancient observatory has been transformed into a circular hall, with fountains and golden sculptures rising from the ground. The once-mysterious area is now hidden deep within layers of spatial folding spells, concealed within small rooms with black wooden doors.
On the ground, high-rise buildings stand tall, and traffic flows like a river. People walk through the damp, rainy streets with black umbrellas, while the dilapidated red telephone booths on the street remain unnoticed.
“This is the British Ministry of Magic,” Wade couldn’t help but say.
“Yes,” Dumbledore said. “Wade, the magical world is far more vast than you see. In the Ministries of Magic in every country around the world, there exists an organization similar to the Department of Mysteries.”
"These institutions study the most dangerous magic in the world. Among them, the study of time is the most important and in-depth field."
Dumbledore picked up the golden jug, tilted his wrist slightly, and glittering golden sand flowed slowly from the spout.
Under the principal's control, they did not spread out, but were drawn together by an invisible force and gathered in a transparent glass jar.
Wade recognized it immediately; it was the same jar the principal had kept in his pocket for honey. But now, this ordinary glass jar seemed to possess a touch of magic—
The grains of sand gathered together, forming a swirling, shimmering current that radiated a dazzling, diamond-like light.
Dumbledore said softly, “I think you’ve recognized it. This sand is the same kind of thing that’s in the hourglass of the Time-Turner. But their function… is not exactly the same.”
(End of this chapter)