The Dark Phoenix

The pain was instantly spread through the body, it was as if someone had turned on a tap of water. I am hearing the ringing in my ears, like the annoying little bell in Professor Figg’s office. - “Professor! Certainly!” — Were are you Professor Figg?! — The guy abruptly tried to get up, but again losing his balance, he found himself on all fours. — Garrett, are you hurt? — An excited hoarse voice sounded from somewhere above. — A little bit, professor. How are you? — You must to take care of yourself, young man. Take this please, it’s a decoction of mountain ash. A potion that will quickly get you back on your feet. Don’t thank me. The professor held out a small phial with an emerald liquid, which the guy immediately tipped into his mouth, so that he drank the remainder of the potion inside. - “It was really disgusting-tasting"— The short thought flashed through his thoughts. However, the pain gradually subsided and the vision was becoming clearer, so Garrett leaned back and was finally able to sit up normally. An elderly man was standing next to him. He was wearing in a dark gray robe. His almost gray hair were falling to his shoulders, and his eyebrows were reduced from tension. — What happened, Professor? — Oh my God! Poor George… He… Such horror just don’t fit in the head… What’s gotten into this flying creature? It attacked a flying cart is mind—boggling! No dragon would… — Professor? — The boy cautiously called out, looking at the man’s worried face. However, he did not answer, obviously thinking about something. — Excuse me, where are we? — I don’t have the slightest idea, but the key that we got really turned out to be from the portal. — “Is the key?” — And at this moment, the memories were reflecting like a short movie on fast-forward. The three men were flying in a carriage when the attack occurred. But at first was… The carriage floated through the air like a weightless phoenix feather wrapped in a light veil of magic. There were three people in it: George Osric, Professor Figg, and a guy about sixteen or seventeen years old. — My opinion is not shared by everyone in the Ministry of Magic, but I believe that Ranrok is a serious threat. Despite the fact that your wife, told me about him just a month ago. — Miriam? When is she? — Professor Figg stunned. The man who wore round, owl-ish glasses, sighed continuing: - She wrote to me shortly before she died. But before I could answer, she sent me this. — Rummaging in his pocket, the man fished out an object more like a cryptex. — Her owl sent it to me, but there was no note, nothing more. I can only assume… The professor carefully took the object out of his hands and began to turn it. — Professor, I noticed a glow. — By the way, Elizar, is the guy with you? — The younger generation. — New? - Oh, I’m sorry. My name is Garrett Kamiperton. I was enrolled in the fifth year in Hogwarts. — Wow… amazing! The fifth year how extraordinary it is indeed none of the faculty has ever heard of anyone. We will be waiting for your great achievements. — Thank you, sir. But I’m very ordinary. — You said glow, but I can’t see anything. — The professor replied, continuing to frown. - Me too. Professor Fig handed the thing to the guy, giving him a closer look at it. — Yes, right in the middle, it seems like a sky-colored light which draws a fancy pattern. As the thing in his hands opened with a click, it was revealing hidden in him the glow, and showing only one guy a bright light that had previously illuminated the inscriptions in a language unfamiliar to him. — Merlin’s beard how did you wait — At the same moment George cried out in surprise. The guy tried to take he key from inside the when the professor intercepted his hand. — Wait please, Garrett, we don’t know what… And after that, the guy remembered only a terrible crunch and a wild gust of wind. The impact was like an explosion. The carriage was torn in half. And the wild roar of the primordial monster that deafened, making the heart freeze with horror. Everything happened quickly, Garrett remembered only the moment when he managed to grab the key falling in front of him during the fall and the bright blue flash that engulfed him and the professor before the dragon managed to tear them apart with its teeth. - “It turns out we have moved.” — Professor, I’m feeling better sir if you like to look around I’m going to walk with you. — Good. — How far do you think we were transported? , — Certainly further than from our carriage. I think we’re somewhere in northern Scotland. — They came to a steep cliff. The view was impressive. The turbulent ocean. The menacing tidal waves crashed noisily somewhere below, and the cold wind ruffled the hair and robes of the two wizards. — Sir, look! There are ruins in the distance. — Garrett pointed to a towering rock, among the raging waters of the ocean. — There must have once been a church building. However, it seemed that there was no passage to it, because they were separated by water. — I believe that the portal is really there. Yes, Garrett, we need to get there. Let’s go a little further. You mind your step, boy. They set off along the only path that seemed to be the right one, and this way to led their to the abandoned structure. — Sir, excuse me for asking, but where did your wife get this key? — They carefully walked through the rocky terrain, afraid to stumble, as there was a cliff on the left hand. — a good question Miriam spent years searching for evidence of a long forgotten form of ancient Magic. — I’ve heard about it. A powerful force that is available only to a few. But no one has yet managed to find even a grain of her presence. Apparently, her secrets have long been lost. They came to the place where perhaps a thousand years ago there was a suspension bridge. — You are mistaken, young man. If you’ve heard of her, then you should know that Hogwarts Castle was built by and is itself a stronghold of that ancient Magic I don’t know where she came into possession of the portkey. But I am more than sure that the reason lies in the subject of her search. - Professor, look! There’s a trail down there. — Garrett suddenly remarked. — Okay, let’s go down the detour. Having finally reached the place, an impressive view of rocks and patterns carved on a mountain stone opened up to the visitors. — Professor, what kind of structure was it? — I can suppose that this building was built like privacy that key led us here for a reason. We need to look around. Garrett, go to the other side of the cliff, as soon as you notice something, immediately call me. I’ll look around here. — All right, Professor. If not for the previous incident, it might seem like an exciting adventure now. Indeed, literally, a few minutes after the guy went around the slope, he found a path leading to a place that looked very much like a mirror. — Professor! — Must be an enchanted stone. — When did you have time to go back, professor? — The boy cried out in surprise. — At this moment, a young man. Professor Fig has already examined the find. — Why was it interesting to create it here? There should be a room behind it. But I don’t see anything. — There is a glow here. Like on a key case. — Hmm… Garrett raised his right hand slightly touching the pattern that repeated the smooth lines like tongues of blue flame. A slight tingling sensation was felt on his fingertips as the material under his hand disappeared. - “In the name of Merlin…” — the professor gasped. As a wall appeared in front of their faces, and as soon as the two turned around, the view amazed both. — It doesn’t fit in my head, it’s… But the greeting for them was only a heavy snoring that resounded throughout the huge room.