A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Rogge's tone was firm and candid, without any evasion in his voice: "I have nothing to do with this matter."

His answer echoed in the chaotic camp, and then he continued: "However, as a pure-blood wizard, I have no reason to run away in panic."

"I'm asking, which side are you on?" Hermione's question was like a sudden storm, making Rogge slightly stunned.

His eyes moved to the green sky illuminated by the explosion, and a complex emotion surged in his heart. Even though Dobby's death was used to obtain a preferential treatment bill for the elves in advance, Hermione was still concerned about similar things at this point in time. Not the rights of house elves as servants of wizards, but the conflict between purebloods and non-purebloods.

The silence outside the tent made Hermione's heart feel dead. Every explosion left a deep mark on her heart, and an unspeakable fear gradually appeared in her eyes.

"I only stand on my own side." Rogge sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in his words, "Hermione, I told you, my parents were Death Eaters, and I am from the Travis family. Heir."

"I cannot and will not betray my mother or my family, but I will also not alienate you or deceive you because of the so-called pure blood, or become a Death Eater to kill Muggles and non-pure blood wizards."

"You should believe me instead of doubting." Rogge's voice was low and cold, "I know you are sensitive and compassionate inside. But..." His words finally hung in the air, as if he was looking for the right words to comfort He. Min's heart trembled with fear.

"Yes, I'm sorry Rogge." Hermione's voice was filled with tears. She hugged Rogge tightly through the fabric of the tent, tears moistening her cheeks, "I shouldn't have doubted you."

"Shh, don't talk." Rogge gently untied Hermione's hand, his movements gentle but firm. He looked through the darkness at the parade outside.

The demonstration team passed by him, and Rogge smiled and nodded slightly at them. Countless white masks turned around to look at them, and those eyes that were either familiar or unfamiliar, some brought goodwill and some brought dissatisfaction.

However, when they saw the sword and wand in Rogge's hand and the silver crow patronus on his shoulders, the crowd's attitude instantly became friendly. The wizards who were setting fire randomly also restrained their actions for fear of causing unnecessary misunderstandings.

More pure-blood wizards who were waiting on the sidelines found that the Ministry of Magic did not stop them and Dumbledore did not appear, so they became bolder. Under the illumination of green firelight, they hastily put on the costumes, making the parade even stronger.

They were like a group of cowboys driving livestock, majestic and rude at the same time. People used this violent method to protest against the unhealthy trends in the magical world in recent years, and their anger and dissatisfaction echoed in the night sky.

Little Barty broke away from the large army at some point, and his figure disappeared quietly into the night. He took out a wand from his pocket and sneaked over to Harry.

"The bones reappear!"

His voice was filled with unconcealable excitement, the spell echoed in the night sky, and a beam of green light shot out from the tip of the wand. The beam of light cut through the darkness, shot straight into the starry sky, and then exploded brightly in mid-air, like a sudden fireworks display.

The chaotic camp fell into a brief silence, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the strange scene above their heads. It was a huge green skull, and its light shone in the night sky, as if the auroras in the Arctic Circle were distorted. Countless green rays of light intertwined together to form the shape of a large python. The python is like a greedy tongue protruding from the skull's mouth.

Rogge quickly raised his camera to completely record this historic scene. The green skull rose higher and higher, as if it was about to become a new constellation in the night sky. It released its own light to its heart's content, illuminating the collapsed tents, black smoky embers, and people's frightened faces below in a bright green light.

"It's as incredible as an electric shock, like a miracle, passing through my life. Unlike any meaning, you are the green light, so unique..." Rogge sang "Green Light" by an unpopular singer in a low voice. The lyrics of this song describe the scene before me so aptly, as if they were written specifically for this moment.

Hermione heard Roger's singing and the screams in the camp, and quickly got out of the tent. She looked up and her face instantly turned pale.

She pointed at the pattern in the sky with her trembling fingers and murmured in a low voice: "Flow to the ground... no, the symbol of the mysterious man!"

"Master, we are back." A group of house elves carried bulging bags and brought up pink gems like a treasure offering.

"Go back first." Rogge waved his hand, signaling them to leave quickly. Aurors from the Ministry of Magic had already begun to surround the place.

"Rogg, this is the Dark Mark!" Hermione grabbed Rogg's sleeve tightly and pulled him with all her strength.

"Don't be afraid." Rogge pressed her hand gently and comforted with a smile: "With Dumbledore here, there is nothing to be afraid of."

"Yes, we have a principal!" Hermione slowly calmed down.

Rogge turned his head and looked at the woods in the distance, where the magic spell just came from. After a while, there was a series of popping sounds. Immediately afterwards, twenty wizards descended from the sky, followed by a dazzling red light. This is when the Aurors are performing a fainting spell, and they may have discovered the suspect who released the Dark Mark.

"Let's go and take a look." Rorog held Hermione's hand tightly, and the two of them ran towards the commotion together.

As expected, it was Harry and Ron. The two were surrounded by Aurors, each with their wand pointed at them. For some unknown reason, twenty Aurors failed to capture them. Could it be that the face of the savior is more useful than armor for protection?

Ron's father, Arthur, rushed in. He raised his hand and signaled to his former colleagues to calm down: "That's my son!"

"Arthur, don't you know what this means?" A cold voice came from the crowd. Old Barty Crouch strode out with other Ministry of Magic officials behind him.

"Did you do this?" He looked at Harry and Ron sternly. Just as he was about to continue the interrogation, the crowd quickly moved out of the way.

"Minister, minister..." whispered from the crowd.

"Crouch, why are you here?" Amelia did not give Old Barty any face, her tone was filled with unquestionable authority. Susan hid behind her and secretly made faces to Roger.

Old Batty secretly clenched his fists, and his pride made him stubbornly say: "But..."

"Nothing." Amelia stepped forward and stared at him, "As the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department, you should communicate and comfort our guests. If you are not capable alone, former Minister Fudge Mister may be happy to help you."

"No, no need!" Old Batty threw off the cloak behind him and left the scene angrily. His back looked a little lonely and angry in the night.

Harry and Ron stared at the female minister uneasily. They always felt that Amelia Bones was more harsh and even inhumane than the previous minister Fudge.

Especially Ron, who had a deeper resentment towards the female minister. Because his father, Arthur, was directly fired by this hateful woman for helping a wizard friend avoid punishment for violating the Statute of Secrecy.

Since then, the Weasley family's financial situation has become even more difficult, and life at the Burrow has fallen into even more poverty. Every day when they wake up, there are six mouths to eat, and their family's savings in Gringotts are wiped out instantly.

However, Arthur's children never considered what to do. Especially the twins and Ron were keeping an eye on their wallets.

"Percy." Amelia called softly, and Percy immediately got in with a pen and paper. He glanced up at his father and brother, keeping a cold, professional expression on his face.

Ron stared at him and couldn't help scolding his brother: "You're an immature wolf cub!" Arthur grabbed his son's arm and told him not to speak.

"The Aurors reported that the curse that created the Dark Mark came from here. Did you see anything?" Amelia stared at them with an extremely aggressive look, as if asking: Did you do it? of.

Harry took a step forward, pointed at the skeleton in the sky, and said bravely: "We don't have any!"

"We didn't do anything!" Ron shouted angrily. He was almost hit by the Auror's curse just now. "Why are you attacking us." His voice was full of grievance and confusion.

"Gentlemen, listen to my question clearly." Amelia's brows slowly gathered together, and she emphasized the fact again: "The curse came from here."

"Amelia..." Arthur quickly protected them. Seeing her unhappy expression, he immediately changed his words: "Minister, I mean, they are still children, there is no way..."

"Wand." Amelia didn't listen to his excuse at all. What she wanted now was evidence.

Several powerful Aurors stepped forward and threatened them faintly to hand over their wands. Although in their hearts, they did not believe that the savior Harry Potter would do such a thing. However, all this requires evidence.

Under the pressure of the Aurors, Ron reluctantly handed over his wand. Next to him, Harry's face became increasingly ugly, because his wand seemed to be missing. He searched his coat pockets, then his sleeves, his trousers, and everything else on his body.

"I...I lost my wand." Harry replied uncertainly, and quickly explained: "Maybe I just left it in the tent."

"Tent? Where is it?" Amelia wanted to get to the bottom of the matter and not give anyone a chance to get away with it.

Even if the other party is Harry Potter, whose parents were killed by Voldemort, he doesn't have any privileges here. Her eyes were as sharp as a hawk, staring at Harry closely, waiting for his answer.

Harry didn't expect the female minister in front of him to be so aggressive. He cursed secretly, but still told the location of the tent. Immediately, the two Aurors went to search the location he mentioned.

"What if, when I was running, it fell out of my pocket..." Harry muttered in the smallest voice, hoping that he had accidentally left his wand in the tent instead of being stolen or worse.

However, before he could think about where the wand might have fallen, there was a rustle in the trees nearby. An Auror came over, holding an unconscious house elf in his hand.

"Minister, there is an unconscious house elf here." The Auror grabbed it and walked over. Harry and Ron looked at each other, obviously recognizing it.

"Isn't this Winky?" a wizard said, "I remember it, Mr. Crouch's house elf."

"Barty Crouch Sr.?" Amelia's voice was quite serious, and the surrounding atmosphere became a little quiet.

"Perhaps, the Aurors accidentally hit it when they attacked them just now." The wizard who recognized Winky explained softly.

Amelia snorted coldly, her eyes full of disbelief. She secretly said in her heart: "It was a coincidence that I hit it accidentally."

However, she was extremely dissatisfied with the performance of these Aurors. Just because the other party is the savior, show mercy. How can such an Auror maintain peace in the magical world?

Amelia took a deep breath to calm her mind. She thought secretly: "It seems that in addition to Aurors who are hostile to Voldemort and Death Eaters, the Law Enforcement Department really needs to protect pure-blood wizards."

Old Batty hurried over, his eyes seemed to be burning with blazing flames. He stared hard at the flash on the ground and said repeatedly: "This... this is impossible... impossible!"

He quickly ran towards the place where he found Twinkle, as if he was searching for something. Rogge's eyes in the crowd flashed coldly, and he knew in his heart that Old Barty was not looking for clues, but his son. It is not even ruled out that he is destroying evidence.

"It's really an embarrassing fact." Rogge walked into the crowd, his tone full of joking: "I don't understand why house elves can use wands."

"Moreover, it happened at the home of the former Director of the Law Enforcement Department, Barty Crouch!" His voice was full of sarcasm, deliberately ignoring the prefix between father and son.

He continued: "Of course, not now. After all, Mr. Crouch has lost a lot because of his Death Eater son, a lot..." The long and long voice echoed in the darkness, like a steel needle piercing the old man. Di's heart.

Amelia's eyes turned to Rogge, and a sharp light flashed in her eyes. She sensed that there was something unspeakable behind it, but she needed to dig out it herself.

Many of the people present were employees of the Ministry of Magic, so they naturally knew about the conflict between Travis and Old Barty. It can even be said that there is a blood feud between them. Especially Rogge's father, the wizard who was skilled in the use of fluorescent flashes, died at the hands of Old Barty.

Old Batty, who was rummaging through the bushes, stopped what he was doing. He straightened up and turned to stare at Rogge. At this moment, Old Batty felt faintly uneasy deep in his heart. Rogge's words seemed to reveal what he knew.

"Is it possible that Crouch's house elf did it?" someone whispered.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Arthur stepped forward and explained: "You don't really think that an elf can do such a thing, do you? No way? No way! The Dark Mark is a wizard symbol that requires a wand. of."

"Hey, open your eyes carefully and see what's in its hand." Rogge immediately slapped him in the face.

"Lumos." Hermione raised her wand, and the fluorescent light from the tip illuminated the shining body.

"What!" Arthur shouted in disbelief.

"Long time no see." Roger glanced at Harry and raised the wand in Winky's hand: "Holly wood, phoenix tail feathers, 11 inches, a very familiar wand."

"You mean, this is Mr. Harry Potter's wand?" Amelia stepped forward, her expression becoming solemn. She turned to look at Harry, who lowered his head and acknowledged that the wand was his.

The atmosphere instantly became heavy. The appearance of this wand not only means that Winky may be related to the emergence of the Dark Mark, but also to Harry Potter. But either way, it points to the disturbing possibility that Winky may have been taken advantage of, or acted on her own, using Harry's wand to perform magic.

The Auror hurried over and said solemnly: "Minister, Mr. Harry Potter's wand traces show that it was indeed used to release the bones to reappear. But Ron Weasley's wand traces do not contain the enchantment." Record."