Thermobaric Explosion
The exterior wall on the side of the main entrance disappeared from the foundation to the height of the third-floor window sill, and rubble filled most of the space on the first floor.
The turret on the second floor tilted at a dangerous angle, the floor cracked, and the walls collapsed, hanging crookedly on the remaining load-bearing walls.
The whole building above the third floor was tilting in the direction of collapse, the exterior wall was covered with cracks, and several window frames had come out of the wall and were hanging in the air.
But the main frame is still there, and Structural Reinforcement Charm withstood the most fatal impact.
The walls on the fourth and fifth floors were cracked, half of the battlements fell off, and several pieces of stone on the turret were loose but have not collapsed.
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From a distance, the Castle looks like something has bitten off half of it. The cross-section is uneven, gravel and dust are still falling down, and the internal structure is exposed to the night wind.
Anti-Apparition Charm, perception interference spell, Warning Charm, all failed in the explosion.
Magic is attached to the physical structure. If the structure is broken, the Magic attached to it will naturally break.
The same goes for any trap inside the first floor. The triggering mechanism relies on a complete space. The ceiling collapsed, the wall cracked, the stairs were crooked, the trigger lines and constraint boundaries were all torn apart, and all spell configurations were in vain.
Regulus stood one hundred and fifty meters away, and the shock wave had attenuated into a blast of scalding hot wind when it reached him.
Silver Light on the Constant Shield Charm body surface flashed for a moment, hot wind whizzed past both sides of the body, and the long silver-white hair was blown back.
He first felt his own state.
Magic Power consumes a lot of money. After two minutes of continuous high-intensity casting, a standard adult wizard's regular Magic Power reserve is probably consumed.
For him, it's about 20 to 30 percent.
There was sweat on my forehead and dripping down my temples, my breathing was deeper than usual, and the muscles in my body were a little sore.
With two minutes of preparation, this is the Magic that he has taken the longest to prepare to date.
The power is okay and meets expectations.
He looked at the smoking ruins of Castle in front of him, his wand hanging by his side.
There is so much room for improvement in this combination Magic.
Today was the result of a sudden inspiration. He just decided to infiltrate Bellatrix during the charging stage. Before that, he only wanted to use Shield Charm to carry it.
If planned in advance, the compression ratio can be pushed even higher.
The constraints of Bellatrix's Guardian Will and Shield Charm are essentially the same thing, guarding the boundaries.
The burst of Betelgeuse and the release of Fire-Making Spell are just for synchronized triggering. In the final analysis, they are just ordinary flames.
If it is replaced by Fiendfyre, and the tendency of self-destruction is grafted together with Burst Will of Betelgeuse at the moment of release, the energy peak will jump up several orders of magnitude.
Pushing further down, after Transfiguration intervenes, the air itself can be replaced with a more ideal working medium directly in the sphere, turning the air Transfiguration into a gas with higher heat capacity and expansion coefficient, doubling the compression efficiency.
Even skipping the compression step, Transfiguration directly produces high-temperature plasma inside the sphere, eliminating the energy storage stage.
At that time, the preparation time can be reduced from two minutes to a few seconds, and the power will be even greater.
Magic Manipulation is the base, Bellatrix tube restraint, Betelgeuse tube release, Transfiguration medium change.
Each of the four lines has huge room for optimization. Taken together, the upper limit of Magic is far from reached.
He has been thinking about one thing: how much Magic can influence the physical world.
It's not about making Magic become physics, but making Magic reach the extreme of what physics can do, and then surpass it.
Today's Thermobaric Explosion is the first practical verification of this idea. He is satisfied, but not satisfied.
Regulus Take your thoughts back and think about these things when you get back.
Star Orbit Meditation starts to operate, and the six stars in the depths of the spirit are in their respective places. Magic Power quickly returns from meditation to replenish the consumption.
He shook off the remaining blue-white Mars on the tip of the wand, and placed his weight on his back foot with a loose posture.
He turned back and grinned at Dumbledore and Moody: "It's done."
Moody's expression is wonderful.
His gray-blue eyes glanced back and forth between the ruins of Castle and the white-haired wizard. His lips were pursed tightly, and the muscles around his cheeks were twitching. The scar from his forehead to his chin twisted even more ferociously on his twitching facial muscles.
He felt something was wrong from the moment this guy started accumulating power. When the ball shrank to the size of his fist, he almost ran away Apparition. Now he can see the result.
Castle's front was blown up.
A young wizard who looked to be in his early twenties used three basic spells to blow up a Death Eaters stronghold after standing outside the battlefield for two minutes.
He had been an Auror for nearly thirty years, captured half of the dark wizards in Azkaban, and had more fights than most people had.
But I have never seen this, a few crappy basics Magic, put together, why is it like this?
His Adam's apple moved.
The face turned around, with a proud smile on its lips, the golden light in the amber vertical pupils was still there, and the long silver hair was blown messy by the blast of air.
Moody stared at him for a long time and blew out a puff of air from his nose.
Dumbledore looks better.
The old man released the Muffliato spell and the barrier. Half-moon Spectacles flashed in the afterglow of the explosion. His blue eyes looked at the smoking ruins of Castle in the distance, and then looked at the grinning face of Regulus.
It was pretty much what he had guessed.
Shield Charm is used as the container, Airflow Charm is used as the pump, air is used as ammunition, compression is used as energy storage, the blessing of the will level pushes the compression far beyond the normal limit, the ejection spell is projected, and Fire-Making Spell detonates.
Each step is a basic spell, and the use of will is not very advanced, but this idea, tying physics and Magic together, has not even thought about it himself.
During France's trip, he had seen the child's knowledge base, flight principles, and Aerodynamics's and Muggle's scientific thinking.
At that time, he felt relieved that this young man was not restricted by the inherent framework of the Magic world. He knew what he wanted and where to find it.
But there is a gap between knowledge reserve and practical application.
In those two minutes just now, this child filled the gap.
The corners of his mouth curved, his blue eyes showed surprise, admiration, and a bit of a headache. He shook his head, and his white beard swayed.
Such a big movement should have been felt by wizards for several thousand miles around. Ministry of Magic will probably send someone to investigate tomorrow.
But whatever, it's none of his business.
Castle On the ruins, rubble is still rolling down sporadically, and the air is filled with the smell of lime burned at high temperatures and scorched earth.
Regulus and Magic Perception were paved over, passing through the smoke, dust and gravel, and sweeping through the interior of the ruins.
There are three or four Magic Power sources pressed under the rubble pile. They are chaotic, weak, and intermittent, but they are still beating.
Two people were lying on the surface of the ruins. Shield Charm's silver fragments slowly dissipated on them, and Magic Power was in a mess.
The blood bubbles coughed out of one's mouth dyed the gravel in front of him dark brown, half of his mask was broken, and blood was oozing from the other seven orifices. The person huddled up and couldn't move.
There was another one who was standing very swaying, with his wand raised, the tip of the wand drawing circles in the air, and his eyes unfocused.
They are all alive, at least for now.
Scanning deeper into the ruins, a wave stronger than all other Magic Power sources appeared, rapid but stable.
Antonin·Dolohov.
He walked out from behind the rubble pile, his posture was relatively stable, the wand was in his hand, his breathing was rapid, and his chest was rising and falling violently.
There was blood oozing from the mouth and nose, and there were blood marks all over the face and neck. The robe was in tatters hanging on the body, Left Arm's sleeves had been torn off, and the exposed forearms were covered with small cuts and bruises.
Magic Power is in pretty good condition, with mostly skin injuries.
He is strong enough to be able to stand in the face of an explosion of that magnitude just now.
Regulus looked at the staggering figures in the ruins and grinned a little.
It's good. The old man said not to kill people, and he did it.
The blow just now was carried out with a pick, aiming at the stone arch above the main entrance of Castle.
The mechanical support point of the exterior wall. If this point is eliminated, the exterior wall will lose support and collapse naturally. Most of the energy of the shock wave is spent on destroying the building structure, and the energy dispersed to people is limited.
If the ball were thrown directly through the first-floor window and detonated in a confined space, no one would be able to stand.
The overpressure reflection in the confined space is superimposed, and the energy has nowhere to dissipate. It all hits the people inside. Shield Charm cannot even withstand it, and will shatter everyone's lungs.
He didn't do that, the old man's face must be given.
Now it seems that Death Eaters is reliable and responds quickly enough. Shield Charm stood up before the impact arrived.
Behind him, the aura of Dumbledore and Magic Power suddenly disappeared from perception.
It was the same as the time in the Werewolf camp. You could clearly see him standing there, but there was no feedback in Magic Perception.
The old man erased himself from the existence of Magical Level again. He was present but not felt, visible but not touched.
The old man stood still and stared at the overall situation. The texture of Moody's Magic Power was very clear.
Rough, thick, and intense, as unkempt as his scarred face, but sharp enough.
Bang, a crisp sound exploded at the edge of the ruins.
Moody appeared on the edge of the battlefield, Castle on the boundary between the ruins and the open area.
Anti-Apparition Charm was gone long ago, and Castle's protection was completely shattered after the explosion.
Prewett brothers should also be aware of this.
The turret on the second floor is tilted so badly that if you stay up there, you will be killed by falling rocks.
The two brothers had just climbed out of the turret and were sliding down the rubble.
Fabian stepped on a loose stone slab and almost fell down. Gideon grabbed his arm.
The two brothers Magic Fluctuation were already in a disordered state, and became even more unstable after being shaken by the explosion, but Shield Charm and Bubble-Head Charm spared them any real damage.
They didn't run far and landed in an open space dozens of meters outside Castle.
The location of Moody station is just between them and Dolohov, and also outside Dolohov and Geralt.
The wand was held in his hand, hanging down, with the tip pointed to the ground, not raised.
Standard intimidation stance.
Dolohov glanced at Moody and twitched the corner of his mouth.
Regulus didn't rush to take action, just watched first.
Dolohov took out several dark vials from the inner pocket of his torn robe and threw them to the confused Death Eaters who was still standing next to him.
"Drink it to them."
The man caught the bottle and was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses and staggered towards his companion who was lying on the ground.
Dolohov opened a bottle and drank it down, then wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.
Then he took two steps forward, stood in front of his men, and faced the strange white-haired wizard.
Regulus looked at him.
The vertical amber pupils glowed with two points of cold light in the night, with a calm expression.
He didn't laugh or provoke, he just watched quietly. The silence at this moment was more oppressive than any threat.
In the wilderness, blue smoke rises from the ruins of Castle, and two people look at each other across a pile of rubble.
Occasionally, coughs and the sound of falling gravel could be heard from deep within the ruins.
Moody stood in the shadow beside the stone wall in the distance, his wand hanging by his side, his gray-blue eyes watching everyone on the field motionlessly.
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