A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Sirius held Harry's hand tightly, using his body to shield him from the curious or inquiring eyes around him. With a firm and powerful voice, he shouted to the noisy crowd: "He needs to rest. We will talk about everything tomorrow."

"Albus." Amelia came over with a serious expression, with a hint of urgency in her voice, but more sincere: "The sooner the truth is known, the sooner the Ministry of Magic can take action."

Her eyes were firmly fixed on Dumbledore, knowing that he was the one who decided the direction of things.

"Let's talk in my office." Dumbledore searched the crowd, but failed to find Fudge.

Thinking of the murdered Dursley family, his face became angry and he led the others towards the castle. Other houses followed the professors and left, leaving Slytherin students behind.

Rogge was tightly surrounded by a group of them, and everyone's faces were full of anxiety and uneasiness. They asked all kinds of questions: "Is the mysterious man really back? Didn't he say he is dead?"

"We are wizards, we have magic." Rogge replied calmly: "I believe the principal will tell us the answer to this question. I know what you are worried about. At this point, I am in the same situation as you."

He continued: "If Voldemort really comes back and starts a war again. No matter what others choose, we, the Travis family, will never follow that madman again."

When Rogge said these words, the scene fell into a suffocating silence. Everyone knew that he was from a family of Death Eaters. Moreover, Rogge's father also lost his life in the battle with Aurors.

"Roger, do you mean that your family will side with Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix?" A senior student asked anxiously, with a hint of uneasiness in his voice.

"No." Rogge's eyes were electric and he responded without hesitation: "I'm just stating that if war breaks out, Travis will not join Voldemort, let alone the Order of the Phoenix."

He said categorically: "As an ancient and sacred pure-blood wizard, we should protect the magical world created by our ancestors. If all the pure-blood wizards who carry the mission are eliminated by the war, what will happen to the magical world?"

"However, if that day really comes, I will join the Ministry of Magic and become an Auror." He glanced at everyone present, and his tone became colder than ice, "I hope that by then, none of you will become my enemy. ”

He paused and added with a gloomy look: "If unfortunately we encounter him, I can guarantee that the enemy will die without pain."

The gentle breeze of early summer brings a warm atmosphere. But at this time, everyone only felt a bone-chilling chill.

Rogge suddenly laughed and gently eased the tense atmosphere: "If you haven't figured out your position, you might as well leave Mishima temporarily and go on vacation elsewhere."

His words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of everyone present. A ruthless warning is like an invisible sword, letting everyone understand that their stance can determine life or death.

Rogge walked out of the court first, his steps firm and powerful, followed closely by Daphne, her eyes full of determination. No matter what choice Roger makes, she will support him unconditionally, just like she has always done.

If the Greengrass family ultimately chooses Voldemort, she will not hesitate to raise her wand and fight against her parents and relatives.

Draco stood there, hesitating for a moment, as if a fierce struggle was going on in his heart. Finally, he made up his mind, took steps, and followed Rogge's back.

As for how the Malfoy family will choose, he is not sure and cannot make a decision. There are many pure-blood wizards who have similar confusion to him. After all, not everyone has the right to choose their own path.

Some people chose to follow, after all, Voldemort lost once. Harry's return seemed to herald his failure. However, some people stayed put.

Throughout the night, Hogwarts was as brightly lit as daylight. A crowd gathered at the entrance to the principal's office, curiosity and concern written on their faces. They were eager to know whether Harry's news was true or false, and whether Voldemort was really back?

Rogge quietly returned to the tower, studying magic as usual, as if the turmoil in the outside world had nothing to do with him. The potion in the crucible is boiling, shining with an alluring light, and clouds of naughty smoke rise from it, filling the air, creating a mysterious atmosphere.

He stared at the smoke, his thoughts drifting into the distance. In his own timeline, after the Triwizard Tournament, the relationship between Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic completely broke down.

Then, Harry formed his own Order of the Phoenix at Hogwarts without Dumbledore. He gathered a group of companions and prepared to fight against Voldemort.

In Rogge's view, if it weren't for those so-called prophecies and destiny, the so-called boy who survived would have long become a withered skeleton in the grave. Voldemort, on the other hand, acted like a fool and left them a long time to grow up.

Even during the winter and summer vacations, no concrete actions were taken. The so-called Dark Lord and war are more like children's play, lacking cruelty and authenticity.

What is even more puzzling is that Voldemort chose to have the decisive battle at Hogwarts. If it wasn't for the mental magic that Old Bee cast on him, it was because he made too many Horcruxes, causing him to become paranoid and crazy.

Of course, Rogge had to admit that Dumbledore's plan was indeed clever. After his death, Harry successfully killed Voldemort, and Harry did grow into the wizard Dumbledore expected.

Since then, the influence of pureblood families has gradually begun to recede from the center of power in the Ministry of Magic. A new generation of wizards, led by Harry and Hermione, began to emerge and became the backbone of the wizarding world.

This is not because of the weakness or inability of the pure-blood families, but because the major families lost too many outstanding members during the war. For example, Amelia's two brothers died at the hands of Voldemort. Neville's parents were turned into lunatics by Death Eaters.

If they were still alive, the pure-blood family would have unquestionable power and prestige in the wizarding world. Not even Dumbledore himself could sway the Ministry of Magic.

In the political chess game, the amount of manpower often determines victory or defeat.

"Since you want to pursue excitement, it's better to follow through." Rogge sneered and poured the potion into the test tube.

Since Voldemort is suspected to be surrounded by an aura of wisdom, he can help Mr. Dark Lord become wiser. However, his way was not through a potion, but through his uncle: Buck Travis.

In the past year, Buck helped Voldemort contact various underground forces and races suppressed by the wizarding world and wizards. Some American wizards were personally recommended by Rogge.

Today, war is like a huge gray rhinoceros, thundering from the grassland. Voldemort's terror also needs to be established through more extensive and bloody killings.

He believed that his uncle would bring Grindelwald's memoirs to Voldemort. Let this paranoid guy have a greater ambition.

Then, there are viruses transformed by magic. It can mutate Muggles into brutal biological weapons. This virus will bring a global horrific plague through birds and animals, rivers, lakes and seas, atmospheric flows, etc.

War, death, pestilence are all in place, and a minor natural disaster is all it takes. Rogge foresaw the scene of the Four Horsemen of the Doomsday mounting their mounts and preparing to parade around the world.

He gave the potion to Sailor the owl and asked it to be taken to Jessica. Looking at the starry sky outside the window, the corner of his mouth curled up into a smile.

In the principal's office, Harry told what happened in the cemetery in a strong tone. He describes the conflict between him and Cedric, and how they were transported to the eerie cemetery.

The buildings on the hillside, the deserted village, and the countless Muggles coming out of the wand made Amelia realize that the cemetery was in the village of Little Hangleton. Just last year, a tragic massacre occurred.

When she heard that four more Death Eaters had been summoned, her face suddenly became serious.

"Albus." She turned to look at the principal, and glanced at Snape inadvertently with the corner of her eyes, "It seems that my original suggestion was correct. If you could have helped us, all of Voldemort's men would have left him. go."

"After all, everyone knows that they were just innocent people controlled by the Imperius Curse..." Amelia changed the subject, and her remarks immediately angered Molly who was present. She was about to retort, but was grabbed hard by Mr. Weasley.

Amelia also harbored deep dissatisfaction and hatred towards those Death Eaters who claimed to be innocent. But as the head of the Ministry of Magic, she had to show tolerance and forgiveness, treating them as unblemished fellow citizens.

Because once the Ministry of Magic refuses to accept them, these people can only choose to rebel and join Voldemort again to become Death Eaters.

"The Dark Mark is only the superficial thing. If they are still full of fear deep down, what's the use of removing the mark?" Dumbledore responded firmly, not optimistic about Amelia's plan from the beginning.

He pushed up his half-moon glasses, his eyes full of wisdom and insight, "Only when the heart is filled with love and courage, the darkness will completely dissipate. At that time, it will make sense to remove it."

"Do you think Voldemort will easily forgive those who betrayed him?" Amelia sneered and asked, "If they really dare to go back and seek refuge, won't they pay the price with their lives?"

Harry didn't seem to fully understand the meaning of the two people's words, so he quietly interjected: "Voldemort forgave Wormtail, the wizard who killed my parents..."

Amelia's face instantly stiffened, as if she sensed some mockery from the look in Dumbledore's eyes. She took a deep breath and told herself there was no reason to be angry with them.

"Albus, maybe I'm wrong. Voldemort may ignore the past grudges and forgive the former Death Eaters who were oppressed by the Ministry of Magic." She stood up and openly admitted her stupidity, "But it's better than killing them. Directly advance the opponent's camp."

"If we don't even give them a chance to choose, then the Ministry of Magic is being too ruthless."

Although Amelia's words were directed at the Ministry of Magic she ran, all the adult wizards present knew that her sharp words were actually ironic to the old man behind the desk: Dumbledore.

"Non-British wizards and wizards, I hope you can leave as soon as possible." She turned to Madam Maxime, her tone not allowing for refutation, "Starting from tomorrow... no, from 12 noon today, the Department of Transportation will close all transnational floo networks."

"Delix." Amelia deliberately raised her voice and ordered: "Go to the Cliffs of Dover immediately and arrest that old guy named Martin!"

"He opened door keys privately and assisted the Ministry of Magic's most wanted criminals to escape from the UK many times. This guy should be taken to the Wizengamot for trial and receive the punishment he deserves!"

There was an eerie silence in the principal's office, except for the sound of Fox preening his golden and red feathers on his perch. Delis stood there, secretly looking at Dumbledore, and did not move for a long time.

Everyone in the wizarding world doesn't know that Martin is Dumbledore's old friend. His criminal evidence: the portkey that was not registered with the Ministry of Magic, was actually made by Dumbledore himself.

Dumbledore looked at them calmly, his eyes revealing awe-inspiring wisdom and determination. He did not make any refutation of Amelia's order. After all, the other party was the Minister of Magic.

"Why, I can't give orders to you, the director?" Amelia asked in a playful tone.

How could Delis dare to disobey the minister's instructions, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and rush out of the principal's office. In the corridor, he muttered secretly: "This is not a spanking on my butt, it is clearly a slap on Dumbledore's face."

Everyone present knew very well that Amelia's sharp words were entirely an expression of dissatisfaction with Dumbledore.

But whether it is Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard today, or Amelia, the highest administrator of the Ministry of Magic at this time, as long as they are still living in the wizarding world, others will not dare to offend them easily. Not to mention, for an old wizard I don’t even know.

Seeing that Dumbledore did not make any obstruction to her actions, Amelia breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Harry Potter with a softer gaze.

"Harry," she shouted softly, "I will arrange for the Daily Prophet to conduct an exclusive interview with you."

"Rita?" Harry couldn't help but shook his head violently, as if he was more afraid of her than Voldemort, "I never want to be interviewed by her again! Her articles are all fabricated, and they are all lies!"

Amelia sighed helplessly. Everyone in the wizarding world knew about Ms. Skeeter's pet peeve: chasing rumors and exaggerating. But at the same time, her first-class writing skills are also famous. No one can deny the appeal of her articles.

"Harry, don't worry." She reassured in a firm tone, "Rita knows exactly what she should write. Believe me, she will respect all the truth you have stated this time. In my capacity as a minister, Promise to you and others!”

"The most important thing for us now is to let the entire magical world know that Voldemort has been resurrected. The smoke of war is about to begin again." She narrowed her eyes, finally having a chance to avenge her brothers who died tragically.

"Albus, if the Order of the Phoenix needs assistance from the Ministry of Magic during its reorganization, just ask." Amelia turned to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly and thanked her for her kindness: "Madam Minister, just go ahead and do it."

Although Amelia was much tougher than Fudge, he was not worried at all. After all, the iron-clad Headmaster of Hogwarts and the smooth-talking Minister of Magic.

"Voldemort is back." Dumbledore said solemnly, while reminding Amelia, "The first thing we have to do is to get Azkaban out of the control of the Dementors."

Amelia was about to leave. After hearing these words, she couldn't help but stop. She turned back and stared at the old man sitting behind the table, "Albus, do you know something? Now, the dementors are only responsible for Aziz." Kaban’s perimeter security…”

The corners of her eyes suddenly jumped as she thought of a terrifying possibility: "You are not going to say that the dementors are going to betray the Ministry of Magic, are you?"

Dumbledore did not explain why, but nodded firmly. Before Rogge was released from prison, the existence of dementors saved the Ministry of Magic a lot of management costs.

In history, there was a minister who proposed to completely abolish the dementors' management of Azkaban, but soon after that minister unfortunately contracted dragon pox and eventually died. After his death, the proposal came to nothing.

But because of Rogge, the Ministry of Magic has now deployed a large number of additional manpower in Azkaban, indirectly depriving the Dementors of their management rights there. If the Dementors suddenly betrayed them, the Ministry of Magic personnel would be the first to suffer the consequences and have their souls stolen.

"Apparate..." Amelia shouted anxiously, but the spell had no response. She then remembered that Apparition was not available on the Hogwarts campus.

Not caring about complaining about this strange rule, she hurriedly rushed out of the office. Seeing this scene, Mr. Weasley immediately wanted to follow.

Molly grabbed him and said with concern: "Be safe, and be sure to take good care of Percy."

Their son Percy had already left first, and other officials from the Ministry of Magic also left in a hurry. It was clear to everyone that when the Ministry of Magic stripped the Dementors of their right to "have fun" in Azkaban, these creatures could no longer be trusted.

Some people have made similar suggestions, but apart from the Ministry of Magic, the dementors have no other choice. However, when Voldemort was resurrected, they were able to change owners.

Dumbledore seemed to want to say something else, his lips moved silently. He also wanted to remind Amelia that she needed to repair her relationship with the giant... This suggestion was shocking to today's magical world.

giant? What it is? In the eyes of most wizards, they were just a group of defeated people and scum who lived in caves and were driven out of the three islands of England.

They are rude, dirty, and stupid. How can they be compared with noble races like wizards? Even Muggles are nobler than them.

Without Dumbledore's prestige and persistence, even Hagrid, a half-blood giant, would never be qualified to stay at Hogwarts, even just as a ranger.