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Magic and the Inquisition

Chapter 1 A new discovery

4 January 2027

Egypt

Blowing harshly all around him, his eyes took in the scene in front of him. Yellow desolate sand in all directions, there was a sandstorm in the distance that was approaching, but with magic, there wouldn't be any problem. Rather he was more focused on the ancient set sandstone blocks that formed together in the typical Ancient Egyptian way with all their markings and statues. Standing in front of him, was the entrance of what to be some sort of tomb, havening been utterly smothered in the sand at about one hundred metres deep, the excavation site around it was incredibly deep and looked almost like a quarry.

"So what do you think of our discovery" He didn't turn his head as he heard the goblin speak to him, he despised the things. Then again, the feeling was mutual. Wizards and Goblins didn't have the best history, and even with the peace treaty that put the wizarding gold in Goblin territory, there was always the threat of war with such barbaric creatures. However, he was even more cautious of the creatures. Goblins loved to have control of the Wizarding gold, so when a family like his who had never once trusted the goblins in the first place, constantly refused to open a bank with the goblins and instead keep it in other locations, then they tended to despise those who would not deposit that money.

"I wasn't aware that sand amounted to a discovery"Besides him, the goblin stared and gave him a dirty look but otherwise shut up. Taking this opportunity, he turned around and took out his wand, with a quick flash of light the vehicle that they had arrived in, a magically enchanted range rover shrunk in size before flying into his outstretched gloved covered hand.

Despite the vehicle being enchanted, he did not trust the sneaky little creatures not to take down any enchantments he had placed on it and then steal the vehicle. Goblins were vicious conniving shits like that. If it hadn't have been for receiving a two-week trip to visit magical Egypt from the last under seventeen world-class duelling tournament, then he wouldn't have been in the country let alone standing next to a goblin.

However, he had won the tournament, as he did to all those that he entered. With no friends to give it to, his father working constantly and his sister not being viable as she was a muggle, he decided to go. Besides he had wanted to visit eventually, he had always been interested in different types of magic, and the Egyptians were the oldest civilisation whose magic still stood after so many years. Their legacy was mostly in the form of their old ruins and Pyramids, as well as the tombs that were found, opened and typically looted. Magically speaking, it was very similar only it was the Goblins who financed the multiple trips and searches for old unknown tombs and other sites. Once they arrived they would then hire wizards and witches to either stand as guards, curse breakers, historians, code breakers, Egyptologists and other works. The only things Goblins had a tendency of doing on these trips was order people about and take anything worth of value. Yet they still paid their employees well, or that's what had been said by those who worked for the Goblins.

With restrictions on what types of Magic a goblin could use, it prevented them from becoming strong enough to try and take over and enslave every other race as they had done on multiple occasions. If they mistreated their employees, then it would end badly for the race since they needed wizards more than wizards needed them.

"Then why don't you come inside Mr Tempest, and let me show you what we found. It's quite unique I assure you, it'll be a long time before other tourists can see what we discovered." Naturally, he was suspicious, Goblins never allowed tourists to visit ongoing excavations, they may invite people rather knowledgeable in ancient magical history from time to time for a second opinion. But they would never allow someone like him to just visit, he may have graduated Hogwarts early by three years and was considered a world class duelling champion, but he knew very little of Egypt. Plus with goblins despising his family due to constantly voting against goblins in parliament and its utter refusal to create a bank account with the species, it meant that the goblin to his side should be giving him evil looks.

Giving the goblin a nod in return, he followed the goblin into the entrance of what seemed to be an old tomb, albeit he had his wand ready to pop out of its holster at any time. He didn't trust the goblin in the slightest. Had the scenario been different, then he would have simply looked into the creature's eyes and used mind magic to read the creature's memories and thoughts, after learning what he needed, it would be a simple case or erasing the goblins memories.

Unfortunately for him, Goblins who were likely to come into contact with wizards were all taught how to defend their minds from such magic. For something as potentially valuable as Ancient Egyptian Artefacts, this goblin was likely trained to the highest possible standard, as was the creature's body language. He wasn't able to read anything of the creature other than a smug and proud feeling in his work.

More alarm bells seemed to ring in his head as he descended down more and more sandstone steps, balls of white magical light hovering in place likely cast from the witches and wizards who worked here. This goblin was too friendly, but he couldn't just turn back and he couldn't have refused the holiday. Despite it being a prize, there were very clear motivations behind the invitation since it was signed by some the goblin king. With current tensions strained more than normal, if he had refused without a good reason, then it could have been taken as an insult and lead to a war between the wizards and goblins. That wasn't something he was too fond of. He enjoyed his job, but the idea of starting a war wasn't a good one, he wasn't too fond of the whole goblins fascination with brutal torture and putting people's heads on spikes thing.

As he walked through thin hallways with more Egyptian statues of their old gods and paintings, he constantly felt the presence of their very old magic. To those who like him were trained in feeling magic, it was like having a sixth sense or a sonar. Currently, he was feeling everything on a passive sonar like magical state, but even then he could tell the differences in magic. Like a person could tell the difference between an old person and a young one with how they looked, he could feel the age of the magic in this place.

It was utterly ancient, of a time lost long, long ago before the Greeks came and conquered this land and was then in turn conquered by the Romans. It was still comfortable though, the feeling of Egyptian magic was different to that of the Greek magic he had felt in Athens or the old Roman magic in Rome, or even the old Norse tombs in Norway, and it was incredibly different to the Japanese and Mandarin magic he had felt when he had visited those respective countries.

Despite this though, he could sense that there something else in this tomb, some type of Ancient and fading type of magic barely alive, barely having the power to move so far from its origin. He focused on it, this was what the Goblin wanted to show him, this strange and utterly foreign magic was what had made this ruin or tomb so different to anything else.

"Do you feel it Mr Tempest, the strange magic. Our new king decided that inviting a random wizard to view such an object might hope to calm the tensions between us, neither side wants war after all. Internally, he gave the goblin a sarcastic look, on the outside though his face remained the same and his eyes not giving away any sort of reaction behind his black military combat sunglasses. It was nothing but a lie what that goblin had told, the goblins had been pining for another war with wizards for at least a century, the new king may have won the battle against the old king in their inheritance fight tradition, but there was growing support among goblins for another war.

More than likely, the whole peace that the new king was trying to put in place was nothing more than a ruse to fool the new weak and naive Weasley nee Granger government. With their minster of magic giving loud and ridiculous support to removing the ban of many non-wizard laws, in the name of her blind morality, she had seriously weakened the British Magical world to the point of getting even their neighbouring magical nations to start to build up their auror forces. Of course, he and the rest of the traditionalists in Parliament could be simply overreacting, but the past had shown that these exact same steps had happened right before the Goblins planned to attack.

It made him cautious of the creature escorting him through the halls of ruins several thousand years old. The Underground was the Goblins home, not the wizards. He was agreeing to attend this little visit, to ensure that he didn't start a by not attending, and to prevent what would likely be a large amount of political backlash from the progressive side. With how the progressive-led government was behaving, they were looking for any possible excuse to tear down his house and give the position to some progressive person in order to claim more votes. Not that they needed them. Back to the ancient ruin that he was in, he soon much to his internal surprise and confusion went through a doorway into another part of this set of ruins into an entirely alien looking environment compared to the rest of the ruins.

It was a large circular room, only it was very different to the rest of the Egyptian temple. The stones had been made of normal grey stone, not like that of the Egyptians, but what one would expect of European medieval castles. The stone was smooth, not shiny like one would see of a marble floor where it was all polished, but the stone was far more smooth then it ought to be. But it was not the stone that caught his attention, but rather what was on them, Strange beautiful paintings that he could not recognise, not that he had expected to in the first place. He held no care for art, but even he could tell that what he was seeing did not belong here. The stark difference between this area of this set of ruins was like that of a mansion in a dessert, odd strange and stood out so uniquely, that anyone who could see knew it did not belong there.

"Any idea on who this belonged too?" He stayed back, the magic in this place, was ancient, far older than anything and far more foreign than anything he had sensed before. In fact, the magic of this place was incredibly unique due to the difference. The feeling given off was utterly alien and so different that it made every other type of magic he had sensed before in the world in the countries he had visited, feel rather similar. It was like Goblin or House-elf magic in that way, distinct but even then this felt utterly at odds with them if anything the magic felt otherworldly.

"No, we tested the Egyptian Ruins, but this magic outdates the ruins by several thousand years. We're not able to work out any of the words, but the pictures give us a brief idea of what this place was". The goblin pointed briefly towards where he assumed the start of this painting or paintings started, turning his head, he proceeded to have a look.

The first painting, was of some type of pointy-eared creature on some type of green field, after that the next picture was of more pointy eared people in what seemed to be the establishment of some kind of civilisation. From there, pictures of buildings and flying rocks followed. Also located in the pictures, was a strange sky, green where another picture seemed to indicate that this green sky gave the pointy eared people the ability to do magic. More images came; he wasn't able to really read deeply into them, it just wasn't his sort of thing. But from what little he was able to work out from the art style, eventually, some group of magic users fought against another one and became rulers of some sort?. After that, these rulers began to place some sort of weird lines on the pointy-eared people's faces. There was a picture of some type of giant creature that reminded him almost of a Titan in Greek Mythology, it was tall, powerful and for some reason was being attacked by the pointy-eared people for blue stuff. The pictures went on and these rulers which were sometimes followed by large animals such as a large six-eyed over large wolf likely the size of Fenrir from Norse Mythology that followed a bold pointy eared one. The paintings showed strange locations, one with what seemed to be some type of portal location, and another that was some type of library going by the number of books although that should have been impossible to his knowledge. If this strange place was thousands of years older than the temple, then there wasn't any chance that books could have existed as everything was written down on scrolls. Eventually, the paintings seemed to end on the large wolf, which did something as afterwards, chaos and death seemed to be the image. The final few images showed what he could only assume to be some sort of straggler group creating a portal and then ending up in a dry desert place. There was a bit of life after the portal for a small amount of time, but the pointy eared people soon starved to death or died for something else. Strangely, there was no connection to Ancient Egypt, just that they died down here where they likely assumed it was safe.

"so what do you think" Turning his head towards the person who had spoken with the Italian accent, he briefly took in the appearance of a young looking woman wearing clothing that the other wizards and witches in the room were wearing. It was a dry sandy brown, most likely worn to get then in the mood or to try and camouflage themselves for whatever reason. Either way, it was far different to his all black clothing that suited the city environment more.

"It's a grave of some kind of long-dead race. Going by the pictures, this place was the retreat of some of them after they were betrayed by the giant puppy. They arrive likely hoping for lush green fields, and instead get a dry barren desert." The archaeologist or that was at least what he thought the woman was since she was asking his opinion on art and giving his own opinion on something they had likely already worked out by now.

"And what does that tell you?"

"That they should have had a better real estate agent, that giant puppies are evil. He spoke in a deadpan voice, but it seemed that the woman didn't understand as she gave him a disappointed look almost as if she was saying that she expected better of him. Not that he gave a shit about what the woman thought, he was a duellist and the person who had discovered how to get magic to work with electricity. He was not going to waste his time by taking up such a pointless set of skills as drawing and painting and learning what they all meant. He had actual interesting subjects for his attention.

"I would have thought that someone of your supposed ability would have known better, but you are just as your appearance says, a child, not even fifteen years old. The king shouldn't have wasted such a valuable invitation on one such as uncultured as yourself. At least if that French girl had won, she would have understood the importance of such refined art". He didn't even bat an eye at the woman's words, he was used to insults being thrown at him for many reasons, some angry words from an Italian archaeologist would do fuck all.

"Sofia please do refrain from insulting the king's guests" The woman gave him another look of disapproval before a glare from the goblin shut her up. That was something he found even stranger, Goblins would never interrupt an argument between wizards that had gone to insults, they found it enjoyable. Of course, it could all be a ploy, but in the case of it not being a ploy and that the goblin king had given instructions to his subordinates to actually treat wizards and witches well, it meant that there could finally be a decent resolution to millennia of wars between wizards and goblins. He didn't believe that for a moment though, any goblin king who would actually want to keep peace and improve relations and not try to conquer humanity, would be eaten alive by the other goblins.

"Well for the uneducated British Duelling Champion, this discovery could change the whole history of not only the magical but muggle world too. If there is a connection to another world, we might be able to learn new types of magic. It is also amazing to think that there might have been aliens on the planet before the Ancient Egyptians". He rolled his eyes at the insult, he was more than aware of what this discovery meant, when this information got out, it would force the magical world to think more about their forgotten history. There might be more excavations, for more of these strange ruins. Yet he was more concerned with the goblins.

"I assume that the anti-apparation wards are to prevent this knowledge from escaping". It was a standard affair from what he had managed to learn about Goblin practices, to prevent thievery or the loss of valuable artefacts and other things, anti-apparation wards were put up around entire excavations. If someone had managed to infiltrate an excavation and tried to escape, then they would not be able to do so straight from the area that they had committed the crime. Combined with extensive searches by goblin guards, only a very skilled person would be capable of sneaking anything in or out.

"Indeed Mr Tempest, the contents of this location are far too precious to be leaked out to the public at this moment. The magic here is foreign, and we don't want tourists to start visiting before we made sure the area is clear. And we most certainly don't want anyone interfering with that orb we found" Turning his head back to the paintings, he focused on one of the ending paintings that had some blue and black circle that had somehow activated the gate or portal that had brought the pointy-eared beings to this planet.

"Let me guess, it's the key to this portal thing" The goblin nodded in confirmation. This was followed by a stern nod of the creatures head towards a group of other goblins who were guarding something fiercely in a box of some kind. With the creatures dressed in goblin silver weapons and axes and entirely coated in plate armour, it would be a very difficult challenge to deal with them. Well at least in a forward assault, he had already figured out five ways of killing the creatures the moment they had entered the corner of his eyes. It was a trait of all professional duellists, the ability to recognise a threat and how to deal with it. He could crush the creatures with rocks, suck the air out of the local area and force them to suffocate, drown them in water, and burn them alive in those tin cans they were wearing, or electrify them. None of those deaths would pleasant if it came down to it, but he didn't care in the slightest whether a goblin died or not.

Upon seeing the instruction, the two guards moved to the side as the head goblin moved him towards the box before opening it gently. Once the box was opened, he was met with the sight of some kind of orb made out a rippling looking stone like the waves at sea, alien magic almost seemed to scream from the object. "You can pick it up if you want" His eyes flicked to the wall of paintings yet again, in the middle there was an outcome in the same shape of the portal, in front of that was some kind of pedestal. The pedestal was matched with the stone floor that had strange alien patterns as a part of its design, it was obvious that this place once held a portal to some strange location.

He wasn't tempted to touch the strange dark orb, magic was old, powerful and mysterious. If he were to pick up the orb, there was no telling what could happen, for all he knew he could activate some kind of defence system or kill himself due to a surge of power. It could also be some sort of way to try and kill him, the goblins had never liked his family and using this strange orb could simply be a ploy to on purposely kill him and get him out the way. He knew that there were certainly a few groups of people who would like to see him get killed out of vengeance. Apparently, people didn't like it when their respective champion lost to a person younger than them. Despite not being tempted to touch the strange orb that belonged to some kind of alien race, he couldn't help but have a theory as to maybe who this group of people were.

"Is it Atlantean?" The researcher shook her head, quickly she brushed past him and grabbed the orb with her hands to inspect it closer. On reaction to such a thing, he took a step back and while not pulling out his wand, he did do into a duelling stance ready to act if anything occurred. Upon seeing this, the goblin gave a small smile almost as if he was happy to see what some would call a paranoid reaction.

"No, from what little we know of Atlantis, this predates it and is of the wrong magical feeling. Although I'm surprised that you even know about the Atlanteans, they're not exactly a school subject" The smug tone coming of the researcher, started to annoy the goblin, the way the creatures little lips twitched ever so slightly and the slanting of its eyes, this was as well as its short but gnarly finger that was moved to its side where a short sword for a human but a long sword for a goblin was kept.

"I was given the magical history exam before it was changed halfway through, I know the very basics." The woman rolled her eyes again but kept silent, as for him though he kept his eyes flickering between the orb and the out cove of the wall underneath his aviator glasses. "Even so, Something of this importance would be best left to people who work in this field, not to some duellist. That is unless you invited me to this place to offer me a job. I hardly doubt the King of the goblin race invited me here to have some kind of party and dance on top of the pointy ears grave." A small smirk and chuckle came from the goblin as he imagined the scene of humans dancing in this several millennia old place with blazing lights and booming music. "If that is the case, then it would most certainly be a party to die for " More chuckles followed at the dark humour.

"Yes, it certainly would be. As for a job interview, why would you think we would want some fourteen years old when there are trained professionals and you have no experience". It was a test, the goblin was seeing how he reacted to certain situations, to see if he could work in this type of environment.

"You're not looking for a professional on ancient history, you're looking for someone with advanced magical combat skills. There are only legal jobs in the magical world that would give a person that sort of experience, an auror or a duellist. A duellist is the better choice since they focus purely on combat and have more advanced support skills to fighting skills than an Auror such as a general high proficiency with charms, transfiguration, healing and especially battle magic alongside being far more talented with magic in general. Those skills are needed for any decent duellist so they can be unpredictable in combat and have a wide arsenal at their disposal. An auror, on the other hand, will have more detective and observational skills mixed with a far greater knowledge of potions. However Aurors spend very little time in training or combat, most of it is spent with paperwork whereas a duellist regularly fights very experienced and powerful opponents, but also regularly and is often a far better strategist and tactician. Also, duellists are in far better shape compared to Aurors, they have better reflexes, combat ability and other important skills such as martial arts, not to mention they are typically more intelligent than Aurors. Finally, if you hired an auror, you're more likely to get a person who is used to doing things in a certain fashion which could be detrimental and may be more willing to tell the Ministry of Magic if they had any suspicions of you".

There was a small satisfied looking smile from the Goblin as he turned to the Italian woman and gave an "I told you so look". However, since he was rather enjoying the scowl on the woman's face, the goblin told him to carry on. "Ah, but how can you be sure we want you for combat rather than your mind. After all, you did figure out how to get magic and electricity to work together".

"This isn't a curse breaker job, while I do possess the qualifications to be employed by Gringotts to be one. With a job this valuable and new, there isn't any chance that you would risk everything on some rookie who has never done a curse-breaking job before. As for research and history, you have those positions covered. But one of the biggest concerns you have is trust, something like this is more than likely completely off the books which means you cant use well-known people due to the risk. It was why the holiday was only told in secret, if anything goes wrong, you want plausible deniability and your king wants to contain the damage. Finally, since I have no plans since I've graduated Hogwarts, it would be a very simple case to give off the excuse that I'm travelling around the world to learn more magic."

"You have to love you Ravenclaw types, so much more intelligent than those Gryffindor's that we get" Turning its head towards the portal where the researcher was now moving with the strange orb, the goblin didn't move but rather looked bored as the orb was gently placed down on the pedestal. Nothing happened, there was no glowing portal or the resurrection of long-dead pointy eared people that tried to kill each other. Instead, the orb just sat there doing absolutely zilch. "As for your points, yes, we want you to work for us as security, make sure that no undesirable people get in and tamper with things. Besides that, we'll offer advanced training in ancient runes as well as a few harder to come by spell books, alongside the equivalent of a wage of two hundred thousand British Pounds per year as a salary".

He looked the goblin in the eye behind his black sunglasses; this type of offer was unprecedented. He could understand being paid more due to the secrecy of their work, but the amount being offered was more than he had expected, especially when one counted in the advanced training in runes and spell books. "Last time I checked, Goblins weren't too keen on charity, let alone giving up valuable magical knowledge. So either you're trying o fool me to some false contract, or the world is ending" He wasn't concerned about speaking so bluntly with goblins, it was how they did business. Strength and straightforwardness were how one dealt with these creatures, no fancy words or going by titles, all they cared about was getting their profit and how to exploit every single thing. In fact goblins to his knowledge, utterly despised it when wizards tried to make small talk or try to suck up to them. He had heard rumours that some smartass muggle raised child had thought they were being clever trying to speak to goblins in their own language, this was then made even worse when the child said certain goblin phrases only meant for them. It had been a rather serious diplomatic incident made worse by their current Ministers lack of logic and going purely on moral grounds. According to the rumours, the only reason the boy was allowed back, was due to one of the traditional side's members speaking in private to the old Goblin King.

"Ah yes, you're concern about working with the enemy. I can assure you, Mr Tempest, that our king is very much true to his intentions. He wants a permanent peace, he I and others have recognised that it is impossible for us to take over the magical world let alone the muggle. If by some chance we did manage to beat you, then with the current state of muggle technology, that war would soon reveal the existence of magic to the world before it was ready, there is no doubt that in the low chance that we should defeat you, that we would then have to contend with muggle governments. Our king has recognised that we are far better at trading, it is far more valuable and less dangerous than declaring war on wizards. Not to mention what has it gotten us, you traditionalists are always suspicious of us, you watch every piece of news with trepidation, hoping that some new war hungry king won't emerge. But you aren't the main concern Mr Tempest, the Wizards have won every war and would likely win another but we fear your muggle counterparts. Do you know why"

"Because if needed, we could use biological, chemical, nuclear and overwhelming amounts of conventional forces, tanks, artillery, machine guns" The goblin nodded darkly as it turned its head back to the paintings of where the pointy-eared creatures past. Buildings and cities that seemed to run of magic, a prosperous people that had once been powerful brought low due to the strange green sky vanishing and held back by what seemed to be some kind of barrier by the oversize puppy dog.

"Mr Tempest we both know that the statute of secrecy is going to be taken down soon. The rise in muggle surveillance equipment has already caused your auror and obliviators extreme problems, and the same goes for us. That incident with Mr Potter and that Dragon was barely contained and kept a lid on, that was thirty years ago. Now there's not a chance we can do something like that, somewhere around the world that statute of secrecy and the biggest secret in history will be revealed. He nodded slightly, he and many others had already managed to tell, that the statute of secrecy was coming to an end, it was becoming far to difficult to manage and hold. Sure the U.K government was helping to keep things calm, but there were only three nations in the world that knew about the existence of magic. Those three nations, were Greece, Japan and the U.K; for a while, they had been subtly using their influence to try and keep a wrap on the situation, but as the goblin said, that time was going to end soon.

"Your king wants to make sure that the goblin nation looks presentable so that it's not attacked. Please excuse me, but this whole peace process has been tried again, and there's no way that certain houses would allow the king to actually do such a thing." A fire seemed to burn in the goblins eyes as if he had just been challenged to a bloody battle to the death. Excitement and adrenaline burned through the goblin's body as it thought of the inevitable civil war, it would be a glorious one, they would get to revel in combat for a long time take what they wanted. Best of all, they would not have wizard interference.

"Indeed Mr Tempest, it will be a rather thrilling event. However we will win, despite our past history, the goblins, werewolves, vampires and other races will need the support of wizards and witches when the talks between magical and muggle begin, I would prefer if the magical government did not advocate on limiting trade or putting in restrictions".

Despite not being seen, the goblin could feel those eyes staring through those black lenses examining every piece of flesh on his body to determine wherever or not he was lying. There were more reasons that the king of the goblin nation wanted this particular wizard to help them out, however, the kid had likely already figured it out.

"I assume you are giving me to the end of the holiday to make my decision, should I refuse then you erase my memory of this whole thing" A nasty grin etched on the crinkled pasty skin of the goblin. It was almost like a novel, despite the kind words being said, you knew when a bad guy showed their true colours, in this case, it was obvious what the goblin thought about the matter. The creature had no real wish to see goblin society change to be like humans, the creature still likely wished it to remain a slave state. During a war, enemies of the nation would have their gold stolen and id a person could not pay their debts, then attractive female members of their family would be sent to work as... pleasure women. There were many other things he despised about goblin culture, but the creature was right, that in the event of a magic non-magic, that the magical races needed to work together.

"That is standard practice yes" He nodded his eyes tracking as a researcher approached him with a small empty vial in his hands. Flicking his eyes to where the man looking at his shoulder. Internally his eyes narrowed, the man wanted his blood. For muggles it was nothing, but for wizards, blood was a very valuable thing as it could be used against oneself, it was why they were always so careful to destroy any blood traces they may leave behind. The last thing they needed was someone trying to kill or control them through their blood or track them down using phylacteries.

Blood magic wasn't evil, it was just another form of magic. Like any other form of magic, it depended on what the intention was with the person using it. However going by the non-sinister look on the face of the researcher and the fact that he was in a room where dead pointy-eared creatures that possessed magic had once been, he could discern their purpose. They wanted to test his blood with magic to see if he had any trace amounts of the pointy-eared creature inside of him. Due to how their blood worked, a muggle device wouldn't be able to detect the magic in his blood and might not even be able to detect what could only likely be the smallest possible trace of the pointy-eared creature's in his blood if he had any in the first place.

"I'd rather not to the blood test thank you ." He spoke politely, his tone not giving anything away. Yet the goblin could tell that it did due to him not trust their race and what they might try to do with a sample of his blood. While the goblins argument did make sense that making peace with wizards was a good idea considering the danger both groups faced when magic was revealed; there was too much bad blood for him to just go along with it. Talking was one thing, but to allow goblins access to his blood was an incredibly foolish thing to do. Even if he did share any blood or DNA with these pointy-eared beings, it would be so minuscule and tiny that it was negligible.

Wizards weren't human anyway, sure they looked and acted exactly like them, but they weren't human. The magic in his blood gave him immunity to muggle diseases, gave him a longer lifespan, made him healthier, gave him better endurance, sight, hearing, strength, agility and other things with the most obvious one being the ability to warp the very fabric of reality to his will, otherwise known as magic. That didn't make him or other magical's superhuman like in movies such as Superman. Despite his enhancements, he still had to train himself, fewer things like his higher stamina and other natural gifts are wasted, as a result, only those who were physically active benefited from their magical blood.

"That is a shame, however, if you would care to observe our current work, then you can decide whether you would wish to join our team here in investigating this new discovery. We are going to activate the orb". He didn't say anything, simply keeping his face in a cam clear manner like he always did to try and prevent people from reading him. As for his lack of comment about the goblin activating a several-thousand-year-old magic orb, there was nothing to say. Despite the lack of trust between wizards and goblins, wizards knew that goblins were very professional and matriculate creatures.

The likelihood of the goblins not looking and studying this orb carefully and recording everything they did with this orb before activating it, was the same likelihood of the United States not getting involved in the Middle East. By now the small vicious little fucks probably knew all there was to know about the thing without activating it and had already set up incredibly powerful magical defences just in case. He knew that the latter case had already been done as he had sensed the vast amount of wards which surrounded this area when he approached. It was like entering a small fortress, which was rather apt considering how important and vital this information could be. It only made his presence in this place only clearer. Despite not being employed yet, the goblins wanted him there in case anything came out of the magic portal when it was activated. Goblins were sneaky fucks.

Yet he wouldn't deny that he wasn't interested in the job. He loved magic, he loved to learn as much as he could and was why he had learned many languages when he was young. With the ability to speak read and write the languages that he could, it opened up a whole new world of magic to explore after he had finished with the magic he was being taught when he had still attended Hogwarts on the fast track system. Having now graduated Hogwarts at the end of the Winter term, he was thinking about where to go next in the world to learn more magic to help improve his repertoire. He had many reasons for his desire to learn more types of magic, there was the combat advantage of it, the fun of learning a new type of magic, to become more knowledgeable on magic as well as to increase his own standing in the international community. Having already made a name for himself thanks to his duelling career, having more magic at his disposal could lead him to a more interesting career if an employer wanted a person who knew a lot more magic than the standard witch or wizard. Because of this, he was giving the goblins offer some thought.

Another reason why he didn't question the goblin, was because besides their professionalism, what could he know that these people didn't. He had only just been introduced to this who strange new type of magic and possible connection to another world. On the other hand, these researchers had likely known about this place for months if not years. He wasn't a researcher, and while he had managed to get magic to work with electricity, and had high exam rates, these people were specially trained in their job at this type of thing. He trying to tell them how to do their job was like having an officer worker telling a soldier how to do their job.

Still, he was cautious, as was shown by the fact that he had already brought his wand out and was held in his right hand. These people were likely going to try to open a portal to a new world or test out strange alien magic if anything happened, he had to be able to deal with the situation at a moment's notice.

Things were actually client as the researchers go to work, it was like watching a perfectly silent military march. Everything was done precisely and everybody knew what they were doing and when to do it. The researchers scuttled around the entrance to the portal and where the orb was, and the goblin guards had already pointed their spears towards the entrance of the place while the director of this whole operation watched curiously. As for him, behind his black military combat glasses, he watched every little movement made like a hawk waiting to strike, if anything happened, he would react. After a while though, the woman Sofia spoke.

"Okay were putting in the first flow of magic" At that, the woman pointed her wand, a sort chubby thing at the orb and began to unleash a direct stream of magic into the strange device. As the magic flowed, in, the orb began to glow a voluminous blue, the briefest look of adulation spread among Sofia's face but then it turned to panic as she alongside all those who could sense magic realised what was going to happen.

Boom

Exploding like a nuclear bomb of bright blue light, the inhabitants of the room were launched of their feet, hurtling through the open dusty air, crashing brutally into the now demolished walls behind them. He, on the other hand, had managed to throw a shield around himself just in time preventing the same fate, but he wasn't even given the remotest chance to celebrate as instantly the earth cracked and slammed downwards. It was thanks to his training that he still stayed on his feet, but looking behind him, he saw the crushed gory bloody remains of some of the other people having been turned into a red paste after slamming into the walls.

Roar

Earth shattered around him, rocks fell like hail devastating the doorway into nothing but rubble and collapsing the rest of the passage behind it. Shakes and quakes followed, knocking everything and shearing sides of the rest of the wall before the whole earth began to tremble and pound like it was trying to tear itself apart. Heading straight towards him, a large piece of painted wall launched itself off him like a meteor, driving his wand up to meet the threat; he fired a blasting curse decimating the rock into ash.

Crushing the goblin inside his head for putting up the barriers, he blasted yet another piece of debris and then another as the whole room came crashing in around him threading to trap and kill him. His gaze focused on two things the first was ff the blocked passageway that he had come in through, it was covered in rubble and would require a great many-deal of blasting curses for him to get through. On the other side was the portal which had opened in the shape of some type of mirror that was rippling gently almost enticingly.

Forlornly, he gave a sigh and closed his eyes for the last moment that he knew he would have on this planet. "I'm sorry sis, Good Luck with Ant; hopefully I'll see you and home again". With the mental image of his sister and the green lands and city of London that he called his home as the last thing he thought of, he rushed towards the portal and jumped through.

Green brushed past his vision, all around him he saw a dark green place with strange creatures as he fell hurtling towards the ground. Around him were more of that strange alien magic far more prominent now and the feeling of other creatures. But before he could even blink, he felt his feet on solid ground and a more familiar site of snow-topped mountains, trees and grass entered his vision.

Now secure, and not injured, he looked up to where he saw a large gaping green whole swirling in the sky like some kind of evil black hole. What followed next was the sound of a screech, zipping around his gaze came across some ugly demonic looking creatures out of a nightmare, only for a loud crack of thunder out of the giant fucking whole to sound. Green lighting smashed the ground beside him, and he was met with more screeching ugly creatures. All of whom wanted to kill him.

Aiming his wand, he prepared for battle and said his first words in the most sarcastic drawl he could conjure after arriving this new world that he had found himself in.

"Well, that was a fun holiday".