A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Professor McGonagall had a special contact information with Principal Dumbledore, and received a reply from Dumbledore quickly.

"Albus agreed and he will come in person. However, he is worried that the Ministry of Magic will not cooperate and may even leak the information."

"I'll contact the Ministry of Magic." Rogge frowned. Dumbledore might be too powerful and didn't value the power of the Ministry of Magic.

He alone is a wizard who can take down the Thunderbirds and even crush the entire MACUSA. In the face of a global poaching organization, it is necessary to coordinate the actions of the Ministry of Magic in various places.

"Don't worry about leaking secrets. I'll be back soon." Rogge left the hotel and found Gringotts in New York.

Last year, a wizard exploited a loophole in Gringotts and exchanged Muggle coins for a large number of galleons, causing huge losses to the goblins. They quickly added equipment to ensure that Gringotts around the world could communicate in time to avoid the last situation happening again.

"I want to contact Gringotts in Diagon Alley." Rogge walked into Gringotts in New York and said in goblin language.

"Sir, this is Delock. What are you contacting me for?"

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After some communication and a few Galleons, Dlock agreed to Rogge's use of their equipment. When I walked into the room, I saw that it was an old-fashioned typewriter.

"Fuck, so retro?" Rogge complained, sitting in front of the typewriter and starting to type characters to contact Rocopic. Soon, Delis was found through Rocopic.

"Roger, why are you in New York?"

"It's not important. There is something that requires you to enforce the law. If you succeed, your future will be bright."

"A promising future?"

"Director?"

"I said, the future is bright."

"You mean...it's impossible."

"Listen to me..." Rogge told Delis about the matter and plan. No new news appeared on the paper on the typewriter for a long time.

Finally, Delis started typing.

"It's very risky."

"So the future is promising. The bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish."

"Done!"

"Remember to keep it secret and not tell anyone. Otherwise we will wait for the trial of the Wizengamot."

"I understand. I will report to Fudge and then mobilize Aurors from all over the country to gather in Canada."

"Okay, 11 o'clock tonight, Central Park, New York. I think there's going to be a storm here."

"no problem."

When Roger returned to the hotel, he found something was wrong. Several wizards wandered the halls. Pretending to pass by his room, there were still a few wizards standing inside, but Professor McGonagall and Newt had disappeared.

"American Auror? What a sensitive nose! And a group of them?" Roger noticed that their gloves were very similar to Rex's, and they seemed to be members of the Thunderbirds.

"Damn it, Narlak." Rogge cursed in a low voice and caught a glimpse of a cat at the entrance of the corridor.

"Professor?" Rogge quickly followed, ran out of the hotel, walked through several alleys, and came to a safe house.

"what happened?"

"The American Auror said that we entered the country illegally and needed to register with the ministry." Professor McGonagall changed back to human form. "Fortunately, we were vigilant and knocked them unconscious and escaped."

"Roger, are you going to alert someone?" Newt asked worriedly.

"No. They only know that there are three of us, and they don't know that we will contact the headmaster and the British Ministry of Magic. I think they will set a trap at the auction and wait for us to jump in."

"Trap? It seems I came just in time." Dumbledore's voice suddenly sounded, and he apparated into the room.

"Principal!" Rogge exclaimed, it was really convenient to apparate.

"Be prepared, I brought reinforcements." Dumbledore introduced the two wizards next to him, Old Barty and Mad-Eye Moody.

Old Barty has nothing to do in the Department of International Magical Exchange, and his status is very suitable for this operation. Mad-Eye Moody was once a talented and dedicated senior Auror, now retired.

These two people are pure fringe wizards, but they are powerful. Their names will make dark wizards fearful.

"Is it safe here?" Mad-Eye Moody was a little nervous, limping around on crutches and checking around the house. He stopped and knocked on the wall from time to time, his magic eyes turning vigilantly to detect the surrounding environment.

Rogge and Old Barty looked at each other, and then they looked away from each other. Dumbledore finished reading the booklet and sighed heavily.

"Principal, we need a storm to cover our operations at night." Roger reminded.

"You're right, this will allow most Muggles to go home." He took out the Elder Wand, and a light blue beam flew into the clear sky.

In an instant, the situation in New York changed. Dark clouds gathered and rolled, and the city instantly became drowsy. Lightning and thunder followed one after another, and bolts of lightning flew wildly, splitting the dark sky and hitting the tall buildings.

Pedestrians on the road hid in nearby buildings, and those rushing home quickly hailed taxis. Big raindrops fell one after another, turning into a downpour in an instant, and New York slowly became quiet amidst the violent storm.

"Let's split up." Dumbledore looked out the window and said to everyone.

"Minerva, Newt, you are responsible for rescuing magical creatures and preventing them from causing damage to the city."

"Old Barty, Moody, you and I will block the auction together. Be careful, your actions tonight must be concealed and you cannot expose the wizarding world to Muggles," Dumbledore ordered.

"Principal, what about me?"

"Roger, you monitor the perimeter and notify us immediately if any wizards escape." Dumbledore warned, "If there are Muggles approaching, use a banishing spell to make them leave."

"I will handle it carefully." Rogge nodded. According to the principal's arrangement, he was able to move freely.

"Very good, there is not much time until the auction starts, start taking action." Dumbledore issued the order, and several people picked up their umbrellas and walked into the storm.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, it was raining heavily in New York's Central Park. Delis came here quietly with a large number of Aurors. As the fire at the tip of the wand lit up, Rogge quickly joined him.

"So many Aurors?" Rogge was also surprised when he saw the team behind Delis.

The British Ministry of Magic still manages most of the areas where the sun never sets during its heyday, and even the secret transfer has gathered more than 70 Aurors.

"Don't underestimate the Ministry of Magic. We have more than fifty branches all over the world. This secret operation only sent one or two Aurors to each place." Delis was very proud. If Dumbledore's light hadn't been so shining, who would have done it? The power to ignore them.

"Great, with so many Aurors, even if the entire MACUSA degenerates into poachers, they will definitely lose."

"Of course, Minister Fudge is here too." Delis told Rogge in a low voice, "Don't look, he won't show up until the operation is successful."

"Well, it's in line with his style." Rogge nodded. If the operation fails, the staff will be fully responsible. If the operation succeeds, the leadership is good.

"I hope he can seize the opportunity. The principal has already taken action."

"Dumbledore...it seems we have to hurry up." Delis went to deploy his team. Teams of Aurors hid in the rainy night and soon surrounded the city hall garden.