For the representatives from various countries who had come here, looking up at that dazzling crystal left them with painfully mixed feelings. Of course they recognized it. The enormous crystal-ball-like object before them was the Mythallar they both loved and hated.
They loved it because it could keep an entire city aloft and make it easier for the wizards around it to cast magic or practice Alchemy. They hated it because they had no way to control it themselves. Even though Allen Harris had openly placed it in the temple and allowed anyone willing to come study it to examine it as much as they liked, anything that touched this object would be annihilated. It simply was not something they could master...
Now, in order to obtain a Mythallar and possess a Floating City like the United Kingdom—if only a smaller version of it—the countries of the Magical World had no choice but to change their previous attitude of sanctions toward them, making themselves exceedingly courteous to the United Kingdom and yielding to satisfy them in every possible way.
Allen drew his gaze away from Anka, who had frightened the flock of Ravens on the ceiling into not daring to move. He coughed lightly twice to draw the attention of those below, took the Skull Water Pipe Katie Bell handed him, and inhaled deeply. Then a dazzling blue radiance suddenly burst from around him as he exhaled, carrying Bronze Granular Blue Smoke that curled upward into the air.
The blue light climbed higher and higher, blocking the crystal jar from view as it shot straight toward the lofty top of the temple. Within the smoke, Professor Flitwick's familiar face and voice appeared again—his figure standing on a high stack of magic books, the motion of him waving his wand to