0311 The Press Conference (Part-2)
"Fundantally, there are three points to consider," Bryan ignored Rita Skeeter's question and began discussing his understanding of the Fiendfyre, a profound dark magic, with the journalists and Ministry of Magic officials present at the eting.
"Firstly, the power of Fiendfyre, a deeply abhorred dark magic, is partly dependent on the caster's violent emotions. This extre mindset contributes to the uncontrollable nature of Fiendfyre, which, after being successfully conjured, further fuels the caster's rage, leading to an even more uncontrollable blaze."
To be honest, this was a very precious opportunity to receive personal insights from a wizard whose power rivaled that of Dumbledore. For those aspiring to the path of magic, no amount of wealth could match the value of this knowledge.
Bryan's calm voice captivated many people, even Rufus put aside his initial prejudice and listened carefully to Bryan's explanation.
"Based on the first point, if you want to successfully unleash the Fiendfyre without getting burned, you must have exceptional control over your magical power. Most wizards, even if they have the magical power to release this spell, perish due to insufficient control over the Fiendfyre's backlash.
Magical power is an important dium for the Fiendfyre. The fla that harbors the aggressive thoughts of the spellcaster will actively consu anything with a high concentration of magical power in its vicinity. Normally, this ans that any living being or object with magical power will face disaster when approaching the Fiendfyre."
"So what?" Rita Skeeter interjected as she noticed that people's attention had been diverted away from her question. Feeling uneasy, she wiped the smile off her face and coldly said, "Mr. Watson, perhaps people should be amazed at your mastery over this extrely evil dark magic, but this precisely represents-"
As a genuine professor, Bryan knew how to deliver a captivating lecture. Rita Skeeter persisted in nagging him, but Bryan, under the watchful eyes of all present, flicked his wrist, and his wand slid into his palm.
"Now, I will demostrate you the fla magic that killed Greyback," As Bryan finished his sentence. The high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic standing behind him froze in place.
To display Fiendfyre in the entrance hall of the Ministry of Magic, in front of journalists from around the world, was a joke taken too far!
Cornelius Fudge imdiately thought of that night on the outskirts of Hogsade, where he witnessed a sea of fire threatening to engulf the sky—a powerful magic he had never seen before. Even during the years when the Dark Lord ravaged the British Wizarding world, Dumbledore's presence had prevented such brazen displays.
"Wait, Bryan, you can't do this!" Fudge's forehead broke out in a cold sweat, fearing that Bryan was going to showcase his magic in front of the entire Ministry of Magic.
'Could he be so embarrassed that he wanted to kill Rita Skeeter?'
Reacting even faster, Rufus grabbed his wand in the sa manner as Bryan, his face turning pale. With a swift motion, he cast a Disarming Charm, and a red light shot out with a whoosh.
At less than ten feet, the spell's light appeared behind Bryan in an instant, and in the eyes of the onlookers, this rising star seed to have made a fool of himself!
Today's events would surely make the headlines: Bryan Watson, in an attempt to release the Fiendfyre in public, was disard by Rufus Scrimgeour, the Head of the Auror Office of the British Ministry of Magic. This was undoubtedly a big scandal.
Buzz-- At the critical mont, a silver-blue vortex of magic ford behind Bryan. The black abyss at the center of the vortex was like a black hole, and the approaching Disarming Charm's light was effortlessly swallowed by the black hole, without causing any ripples.
But Bryan seed to be unaware of this, he smiled and didn't even turn his head. With a graceful movent of his wrist, like a dance, cute and agile canaries made of different-colored flas erged from the tip of his wand. They fluttered their wings and danced under the peacock-blue ceiling of the hall, to the astonishnt of the hundreds of people present.
These lifelike canaries had different colors, and as they flew from one side of the hall to the other, people felt as if they were witnessing a dazzling fireworks display above their heads.
"These firebirds...," soone exclaid in awe, "they can actually sing?"
That's right, while performing various difficult aerial maneuvers, these birds also emitted clear chirping sounds. Perhaps ordinary people would think it was nothing special, but only those who understood would know how extraordinary it was to achieve this.
Even if it was just a regular fire spell, wizards who could control the flas to transform into birds were extrely rare, let alone if it was the Fiendfyre.
The journalist with beautiful wine-red curly hair from France was captivated by these agile firebirds. She forgot that these birds might be the Fiendfyre in disguise and couldn't help reaching out her hand towards them. Bryan, who noticed this, made one of the birds in the flock land directly on her hand.
Gasps erupted throughout the hall, and so of the more timid wizards even covered their eyes.
"It feels warm," the journalist said, stroking the flickering feathers of the firebird, her voice filled with confusion.
"I understand what you an, Mr. Watson. But are you sure--this isn't conjured by the 'FBird-Conjuring Charm?" she asked.
Snap-- Bryan snapped his fingers, and the firebird in the journalist's hand soared into the air, swiftly diving down like a peregrine falcon hunting from high above, and with a loud bang, it collided with a white statue in a welcoming pose at the edge of the hall.
Boom!
In an instant, the statue was engulfed in a surging blaze. The journalists closest to it scread and fell to the ground, staring in horror at the statue, which now resembled a snowman exposed to scorching sunlight. The female journalist who had been holding the firebird was also frightened into silence.
In the ensuing silence, Bryan took out a piece of parchnt from his pocket and tossed it into the air. The parchnt floated down and landed in Rita Skeeter's arms.
"The magic I used is indeed related to the Fiendfyre, but it cannot be defined as the Fiendfyre. The approval docunt you have in your hand is the application I submitted to the Experintal Spells Committee of the Ministry of Magic two years ago for the improvent of the Fiendfyre. As you can see, it has Mr. Gilbert Wimple's signature of approval.
I have changed the structure of this spell. The new spell is easier to control and no longer relies on the spellcaster's aggression and anger as fuel. It no longer actively seeks to consu high concentrations of magical power to strengthen itself, and even the formidable power of the Fiendfyre has been sowhat restrained. I have given this spell a new na - 'Spirit Fire Curse.'"
Bryan smiled at the shocked journalists, calmly returning his wand to his sleeve.
"In other words, this is a 'legal' spell. Any more questions, Ms. Rita Skeeter?"
"You're just trying to confuse everyone, Watson."
Rufus Scrimgeour, who had once again made a fool of himself, turned pale with anger and gritted his teeth as he spoke in a low growl. But Fudge imdiately gave him a stern look, then turned to Bryan and gave him an appreciative glance. As for the permit Bryan produced, whether it was real or not didn't matter. Even if it were fake, it could be made real after the press conference concluded.
In the face of Bryan's brilliant display of Improved Fiendfyre Curse or Spirit Fire Curse and the permit for its research and improvent, Rita Skeeter could only back down. However, as soone who had never failed in her decades-long career, she was clearly unwilling to accept this. From the expression on her face when she returned the permit, it was clear that she had set her sights on Bryan.
"Be careful, Bryan--"
After the grand press conference, the British Ministry of Magic, as the host, held a lavish luncheon in keeping with tradition. During the event, Alia approached Bryan, who was exchanging pleasantries with Mr. Weasley, and warned him,
"Rita Skeeter is a troubleso woman; she's not soone who will be easily dismissed."
Bryan nodded slightly and glanced at Rita Skeeter, who was quickly moving through the crowd, trying to gather more insider information. There was a glint in his eyes.
Indeed, this well-known journalist from the Daily Prophet had her own unique qualities. Despite the praise and adulation, she still sought to uncover so explosive scoops from him and the Ministry of Magic. Although her goal was not the pursuit of truth, but with this kind of determination, there might be a chance for future cooperation.
At the Luncheon, Bryan made an announcent that brought the atmosphere to its peak.
He decided to split the 20,000 Galleon bounty awarded by the Ministry of Magic for the capture of Greyback and his werewolf tribe into two parts: one half to be donated to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, hoping for further excellence in treatnt of magical injuries.
The other half was allocated to the Hogwarts Fund for Underprivileged Students, to help those children of humble origins with magical talent realize their dreams of becoming qualified wizards.
The annual salary of a senior official in the Ministry or an ordinary professor at Hogwarts, outside the four heads of houses, does not exceed a thousand Galleons per year. Bryan's donation was substantial; even Lucius Malfoy, a wealthy pure-blood wizard, rarely made such a generous gesture without seeking sothing in return.
The following days were a carnival for the Wizarding news dia across the entire European and Arican wizarding community.
Renowned newspapers and magazines published nurous articles about the joint efforts of the British Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts to eradicate Greyback and his pack of Werewolves.
Of course, there were other topics as well. On the day of the press conference, Bryan's demonstration of the powerful Fiendfyre Curse, in response to the questioning of the well-known journalist Rita Skeeter, was also much talked about. While the general wizarding public could only enjoy the spectacle, many wizards involved in spell research and creation were amazed by Bryan's control and mastery over his magic power during the demonstration.
The prestigious academic journal, "Spell Innovation," dedicated half of its latest issue to publishing many renowned wizards's attempts to deduce the structure of the spell.
Their attempts to replicate it failed, concluding that, aside from the reclusive Albus Dumbledore, who had rarely published his research results in recent years, the young Student Safety Office Director at Hogwarts had now set a new standard in spell innovation within the Wizarding world!
Suddenly, the notion that Bryan Watson's magical prowess had surpassed the aging Albus Dumbledore was rampant in the Wizarding community, and Dumbledore's silence only fueled such speculations.
And Bryan was experiencing the 'consequences' of fa.
In just three or four days, the temporary residence arranged by the Ministry of Magic for him was flooded with letters from all over the world. The constant arrival of owls even attracted the attention of Muggle animal protection agencies.
Among those letters, so expressed admiration, so hoped to discuss innovative magical ideas with Bryan, so wanted to challenge him to a duel, and so contained other matters that were not convenient to ntion.
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