A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Rogg, I will do as you say for the first live broadcast." Amelia patted Rogge's shoulder hard, as if conveying a kind of silent support and strength.

Her voice was firm and full of determination: "I will make every employee of the Ministry of Magic fully cooperate with your work."

"Thank you, Madam Minister." Rogge expressed his gratitude immediately and told part of his plan. "Daphne plans to set up a new company in Diagon Alley to produce light and shadow powder. For this, we may need the help of the Ministry of Magic. Help so that you can give light and shadow powder as a gift to more people.”

Amelia nodded slightly, with a satisfied smile on her face: "These are not problems. Is there anything else you need my help with?"

"Just let us take care of other things." Rogge thought for a moment and continued: "If at the end of the live broadcast, you can give Regulus a Merlin Medal, it will be a great recognition for him. ... And Kreacher, it deserves an honor as well."

"As the most loyal servants of pure-blood families, house elves have excellent magical abilities. For example, if they can apparate, they can hold weapons and join the battle..."

"Kreacher's honor is not in question." Amelia frowned slightly and hesitated at Rogge's proposal: "But it is difficult to grant house elves the power to fight."

Rogge thought for a moment, then asked softly: "Besides the wand, can they use other items? Such as tables, benches, etc." He used a tentative tone, as if he was looking for a compromise solution.

There was a hint of amusement in Amelia's eyes, as if she was imagining the scene of a house elf wielding a bench against a Death Eater.

"These are never limited." She said with a relaxed tone, obviously thinking that such an idea was so ridiculous that it was cute. He even secretly admired Rogge's jumping thinking in his heart, which made him a little naive.

"It's good if there are no restrictions." Rogge secretly said in his heart.

Maybe it's a bit ridiculous for house elves to pick up a stool and go to war, but when combined with their ability to apparate, it becomes very scary once they have a dagger in their hands.

The live broadcast was scheduled for three days later. Roger and Daphne left the Ministry of Magic and began to prepare the required materials.

As soon as Daphne walked out of the red phone booth, she couldn't wait to ask: "Roger, I don't think many people will buy a magic mirror specifically for watching the show."

"No, no, no." Rogge stretched out his index finger, shook it slightly, and interrupted her, "Follow me."

He held Daphne's hand and walked through the busy streets of London, crossed Piccadilly, and finally came to London's most prosperous shopping street: Bond Street.

It’s the summer holidays and Bond Street is bustling with shoppers, fashion lovers and tourists. Roger and Daphne stopped in front of the display window of a high-end jewelry store and whispered: "The more these natural gems look like glass, the more valuable they are. But once they are really glass, they are just cheap imitations."

"But after polishing the glass, can't it be worn as a decoration?" Rogge asked, then quickly shook his head, "Of course, glass also has decorative properties."

He paused, glanced at the dazzling gems, and continued: "In the same way, the mirror in the wizard's bathroom, the dressing table; even a dusty window, or an ordinary glass bottle, they can all Receive the broadcast signal from the Dragon Crystal Mirror."

"However, there are always people in this world who need more expensive products. A galleon dressing mirror cannot satisfy the pretentious needs of some wizards."

Daphne fell into deep thought, and she began to understand Rogge's thoughts, "You mean, you want to make a magic mirror specially used to receive broadcasts?"

"That's right!" Rogge snapped his fingers excitedly, his eyes flashing with creative light, "Ordinary mirrors have too single function, we can make multi-functional magic mirrors. Although only the Ministry of Magic now has dragon crystal magic mirrors, But I believe that more organizations and individuals will buy it in the future.”

"Like many newspapers in the wizarding world?" Daphne's voice was full of excitement. She listed different programs one by one and imagined a bright future.

"I understand!" she shouted loudly, "You want to make the magic mirror into a Muggle-like TV set that can switch channels and record..."

Roger smiled slightly and interrupted her softly: "Muggle TV sets are still too simple."

"What a wonderful thing it would be if a wizard prepared a table of delicious food and we could smell it or even taste it through a magic mirror."

"Wow!" Daphne imagined such a future, her eyes sparkling with stars, as if she saw countless delicious food floating in front of her eyes, "If there is such a magic mirror, I will definitely buy it!"

She couldn't help shouting, which attracted the curious eyes of passers-by on the road. Roger quickly pulled her and ran north quickly, from New Bond Street to Oxford Street, until they came to Cavendish Park.

The two cuddled up under the shade of the tree, smiling at each other, enjoying the moment of tranquility and each other's company.

While they were courting, the Ministry of Magic was already taking action. Miss Percy quickly selected a building in Diagon Alley and sealed it as the production location for light and shadow powder.

Then, an owl flew quickly through the clouds to deliver a message to Roger, telling him that everything was ready.

At this time, Roger and Daphne were chatting with each other. However, the tranquility was broken by an owl that came unexpectedly. It hit the tree trunk, spun around and fell down, hitting Roger squarely in the face.

Rogge picked up the owl and complained: "You came at the wrong time."

Daphne pushed him gently and said with a smile: "Stop making trouble, business is more important."

Roger nodded and picked up the letter sent by the owl. Daphne leaned on his shoulder and the two of them checked the Ministry of Magic's messages.

"The house is actually ready?" She sounded a little surprised, "I thought it would be tomorrow."

"It seems that the minister can't wait to publicize Regulus's heroic deeds to the magical world." Rogge sighed, and gently rubbed Daphne's waist with his right hand, reluctantly, "Let's split up."

A blush appeared on Daphne's cheeks, she quickly jumped up, straightened her clothes, and quickly left the park. She knew that she needed to make enough light and shadow powder in two days, at least to meet the needs of one box for a family in the wizarding world.

She was secretly glad that the number of wizards in Britain was far less than the population of London, otherwise, she might collapse on the spot. Daphne subconsciously quickened her pace and began to plan the production in her mind.

At the same time, Rogge also began to communicate with newspapers and magazines in the magical world. He hopes to use the power of print media to build momentum for the upcoming live broadcast.

The Daily Prophet, The Quibbler, Witch Weekly, Transfiguration Today... newspapers, large and small, all agreed under Gallon's powerful persuasion. For the next three days, they will have Rogge's ad on their front page.

Before dawn, an owl quietly landed on the windowsill of Blake's ancestral home. It held a newspaper in its mouth and tapped the kitchen window with its little paws, making a clicking sound.

Mrs. Molly opened the window, and the owl dropped the newspaper and flew away. She picked it up curiously and shouted upstairs: "Sirius, is this the newspaper you ordered?"

"How could I read the nonsense of those reporters?" Sirius yawned, sitting on the long table habitually, showing no interest in the newspaper.

Mrs. Molly frowned and turned to look at her husband who was rinsing his mouth: "Arthur, did you order it?"

Arthur shook his head quickly and took a mouthful of mouthwash, which splashed all over the mirror in front of him. He said vaguely, "I won't order a double portion."

"My soup!" Mrs. Molly yelled, then put the newspaper on the table and hurried back to the kitchen to deal with it.

The ancestral home of the Brak family has now become the operational headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. The wizards summoned by Dumbledore often organized meetings here to discuss Voldemort and the wizarding world.

After Harry went on vacation, Mrs. Molly moved here from the Burrow in order to take care of the men who couldn't cook. With her came her children (except Percy).

In her daily life, in addition to enduring the vicious words of the old Black woman in the picture frame, she also had to help organize the housework and take care of more people. Luckily, Ginny is here to help, otherwise she might really have her hands full.

In the kitchen, the food in the pot smelled of burnt food, and Mrs. Molly had to dump it and start over. With a hint of helplessness on her face, she secretly sighed: "Why doesn't a house elf help me?"

"Molly, there's no need to throw it out, right?" Sirius stood at the door of the kitchen, looking at the busy Mrs. Molly, and said loudly, "As long as you have food to eat..."

"How's that?" Mrs. Molly snorted coldly, stared at Sirius, and said forcefully: "You don't mind, but where are the children? Harry is growing, how can he eat cold mashed potatoes every day?"

Sirius muttered softly: "I don't eat it every day."

Suddenly, a second owl, a third owl, and a fourth owl fell outside the window... They put down the newspaper and left in a hurry.

"So many newspapers? Did something important happen?" Sirius quickly picked up a newspaper, unfolded it, and found that there was only a big number "3" on the front page.

His brows were furrowed, obviously this mysterious number confused him and aroused his curiosity. He quickly flipped through the other newspapers and found the same number printed on the first page of each one.

"3? What does that mean?" he said to himself, passing the newspaper to the others, trying to understand the meaning behind the number.

"Is it printed wrong?"

"It's possible that one newspaper may have made a misprint, but it's the same for all newspapers and it's definitely not an accident."

"Could it be an advertisement?" Sirius raised a new guess.

"Advertisement?" Arthur checked it carefully, then shook his head firmly, "I don't remember that there are products with the number 3 in the wizarding world."

"It must be a prank." George and Fred slid down the stairs. They took the newspaper from their father's hands, their eyes sparkling with excitement, "If only we had thought of this idea."

"Don't even think about it." Molly put the breakfast on the table and motioned for the twins to wash up.

"Molly, there is no need to be so cruel to them." Sirius gently advised her to be gentle.

Molly snorted coldly and retorted: "The two of them think about pranks all day long and don't study hard. They failed in the OWLs exam. I don't know what they will do after graduation?"

"Good morning." Harry greeted everyone with a smile. He likes the atmosphere here very much, it feels like home.

As soon as Molly saw Harry, a kind smile immediately appeared on her face, "Harry, come and have breakfast." Her voice was full of maternal love, and the room became warm because of her smile.

Harry nodded and looked up at the second floor. Ron pouted, and it was obvious that he was the last one to come down again.

"Ron Weasley!" Molly saw that her youngest son was still dawdling, and she pinched her waist and yelled unhappily, "Hurry up and wash up!"

Ron looked at Harry helplessly and shrugged, indicating that he was used to such a morning. With the corners of his mouth turned down, he dragged into the bathroom.

During the whole breakfast time, everyone was discussing the number 3 in the newspaper. Not only them, but almost all wizards in the magic world were guessing what this number meant. They racked their brains and even contacted friends who worked in newspapers, but they didn't get an answer.

The next morning, the owl landed on the Black ancestral home on time, leaving another newspaper.

"2?" Molly took a look and shouted to the people in the living room, "The number on the newspaper has changed, it looks like it's counting down."

"I asked my colleagues at the Ministry of Magic." Arthur wiped his face and told everyone what he had heard from the Ministry of Magic: "Amelia seems to be preparing a live broadcast."

"Live broadcast? What is that?"

Everyone looked at Arthur in unison. Although he enjoyed everyone's expectant eyes, he actually didn't know the meaning behind the live broadcast.

"It sounds like a Muggle TV show." Harry put the two newspapers together, then looked at Sirius and asked his own question, "Can everyone who doesn't subscribe to the newspaper receive it?"

"Definitely not." Cyclops Moody limped over, his artificial leg making a heavy sound on the floor.

"I've investigated, except for us, other wizards who don't subscribe to the newspaper can't receive the newspaper delivered by owl." His big eyeballs turned around in his eye sockets, making a squeaking sound, "Harry, can you help me get a bowl of water?"

Harry nodded, walked to the kitchen, and turned his head to listen to their discussion.

"This may be a conspiracy." Moody pulled the chair to the corner and turned his head to check back and forth.

He looked at Sirius again, with a tone of teaching: "Your vigilance is too weak. You should have realized that there was a problem when you received the newspaper yesterday, and even prepared to evacuate."

"Evacuate? What do you mean?" Everyone stared at Moody, thinking that he was making a fuss.

"This place has been discovered." Moody took the bowl handed by Harry and said softly: "Thank you."

He took off the magic eye and put it in the clean water. Then, he pressed it up and down in the water with his thick index finger.

The pupil of the magic eye rotated and turned over in the bowl, as if scanning everything 360 degrees. When Harry looked at it, he felt an inexplicable discomfort.

"Sirius, besides us and Dumbledore, does anyone know about this place?" Moody picked up the magic eye and pressed it into the black eye socket with a puff.

The magic eye turned silkily, and the squeaking sound just now disappeared.

Sirius shook his head, suddenly thinking of something, and said: "My two sisters, and Roger... there should be many more people. At least, the pure-blood families know the ancestral home of the Black family." "Roger?" Harry asked curiously, "Has he been here?" "Last year." Sirius nodded, and then said, "At Christmas, he also sent gifts." "It should be him, or the Travis family." Moody nodded slightly and explained: "All newspapers and magazines in the wizarding world are publishing the same content, which requires an extremely expensive price. Ordinary wizard families can't afford so many Galleons." The Weasley boys who were listening on the side twisted their noses awkwardly, as if cursing that the Galleons of some wizards were full of filth and sin. They all agreed that this was Roger showing off his wealth to the wizarding world, and they felt sincerely disgusted. Moody pointed to the 2 on the newspaper and said, "This should be the countdown to the date. Perhaps he is sending a special message to someone." Everyone's eyes were on Sirius. The owl would never send him a newspaper for no reason. They were curious to know what kind of intersection he had with Roger. Sirius lowered his head and carefully recalled every detail of the past. After a long moment, he shook his head firmly: "Except for Kreacher, there is nothing else related to the Black family."

"Kreacher? Who is he?"

"The house-elf of the Black family, a fool contaminated by pure-blood thinking." Sirius said disdainfully, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "It thinks about its head being chopped off by its master all day long so that it can be hung on the plaque on the wall."

Moody frowned and reminded him seriously: "Black, the house-elf named Kreacher should know a lot of secrets of your family."

"If it were me, I would rather chop off its head than sell it."

"Not selling it, I lost the bet." Sirius insisted that Kreacher would not cause any problems, and put forward his basis: "Everyone doesn't have to worry at all. I ran away from home at the age of 16, and it doesn't know anything about me, let alone the Order of the Phoenix."

"If it is still here this year, that would be worrying." He took a deep breath to calm his somewhat excited mood, "Even if it really told Roger some secrets, it is the secret of the Black family."

"Who cares except wizards whose brains are contaminated by pure blood? If it was really that important, Bella and Narcissa would have taken it away long ago."