The Magic Type That Cannot Be Named

"Pompeii?" Harry and Ron looked at each other blankly, then both shook their heads.

"Pompeii!" Hermione clearly knew the place. Her eyes darted as though she were trying to remember something.

"It was an ancient Roman city in Italy, less than thirteen miles from the Bay of Naples. It was buried because of an eruption of Mount Vesuvius."

"Volcanic ash and lava covered the city, and because of that, records of human activity and lifestyles from that time were preserved..."

She rattled off a long string of information, leaving Harry and Ron staring wide-eyed.

Ron frowned. "Sounds like a very old city..."

"I heard Uncle Vernon talking about it before..." Harry suddenly remembered. "I think I saw it on television..."

"Uncle Vernon thought the excavation there wasn't going smoothly because they weren't using his company's drilling rigs. He said he wanted to go talk to those experts."

"So did he go?" Ron asked curiously. "What does Pompeii look like? Is it big?"

Harry shrugged. "Of course Uncle Vernon wouldn't go somewhere like that. He was just talking..."

As the two chatted, Hermione seemed to realize something as well. "Wizet, are you saying... that was the result of war magic? How did they do it?"

"Two seemingly simple spells—I think you should both know them..." Wizet said. "One is called the Reviving Spell, and the other is the Dancing Feet Spell."

Harry caught the implication in Wizet's words at once. He turned to him and repeated, "The Reviving Spell and the Dancing Feet Spell? Combined together... they could destroy a city?"

He remembered that spell vividly. Back when Wizet had knocked Gilderoy Lockhart unconscious, it had been Harry's Reviving Spell that woke Gilderoy Lockhart again.

"Yes..." Wizet nodded and explained, "The Annius Clan wizards, led by Zachariah Agne Innocenti, gathered together