A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Sirius found a large mirror and placed it directly opposite the frame so that the portrait of old Mrs. Black could not escape.

Then, he grabbed a handful of light and shadow powder from the box and sprinkled it on the mirror in a smashing manner.

"Everything appears." He chanted the spell loudly, and the mirror surface began to fluctuate, spreading like ripples on the water.

Harry and others slowly gathered around, looking curiously at the images and sounds that gradually appeared in the mirror.

The Tom and Jerry that played last night disappeared and was replaced by a countdown.

11:30:15, 11:30:14... As the numbers jump, the live broadcast is approaching step by step.

At the same time, in an empty room in the Ministry of Magic, Roger and Daphne discussed how to transform the place. The wizard arranged by Amelia followed Rogge's request and renovated the room.

"The walls are all replaced with dark wooden materials to give people a calm and simple feeling. The ceiling simulates the effect of the starry sky, which is useful for live broadcasts." Rogge pulled out his wand and gently tapped a star in the sky. The stars light up.

Daphne's eyes were attracted by the brightest star on the ceiling. She pointed her finger gently at it, and curiosity drove her to ask: "This star, does it have any special meaning?"

"Regulus's name comes from the constellation." Rogge smiled slightly and added, "In other words, the names of the men in the Black family are related to the stars."

"Like Sirius's name?" Daphne looked at the star and guessed: "So it is Regulus?"

"Bingo!" Rogge nodded and explained its meaning: "Regulus is the Alpha star of Leo, located in the center of Leo, symbolizing the heart of the constellation."

Hearing that Regulus's name was related to Leo, Daphne couldn't help but speculate curiously: "Then he should be a student of Gryffindor House, right?"

"No, Regulus graduated from Slytherin." Rogge raised a smile and asked in a sarcastic tone: "How many students in the Lion House know how to use their brains?"

He continued to comment, with a hint of disdain in his tone: "Many people just act with courage and loyalty. They may perform well in battle, but war is short after all.

If war could end all disputes, there would be no need for the so-called Ministry of Magic. "

"Kreacher, come here." Rogge turned to the side and waved to the house elf who was wearing an old pillowcase.

He shook his head and expressed his dissatisfaction with Kreacher's clothes: "Where are the clothes I left in the cabin? Why didn't you wear them?" There was a hint of reproach in his tone, but he was still gentle.

"Master." Kreacher bent down in an extremely respectful manner, his voice full of awe and humility: "Kreacher cannot accept the clothes you gave me, otherwise I will be kicked out of my house."

"No." Rogge shook his head, with an imperceptible smile on his lips: "Who said I was going to give it away to you?"

Kreacher raised his head, his eyes carefully resting on Rogge's second collar button, not daring to move up even half an inch. Compared to other elves in the Travis family, its humility is deep in its bones.

"The Ministry of Magic has passed a preferential treatment decree, and I have the responsibility to pay you for your hard work." Rogge gently patted Kreacher's thin shoulder and reminded him: "You can use the coins you earned to buy that Set of clothes."

He paused, with a hint of unquestionable seriousness in his tone: "Kreacher, your disgrace will bring shame on my face as the master."

Kreacher knelt down and passionately kissed Rogge's upper, expressing his deepest respect: "Dear master, Kreacher is willing to buy that set of clothes."

Its fingers dexterously inserted into the ear canal, and with a slight click, it took out a dozen sparkling galleons. He held up the coins with both hands, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Very good, Kreacher." Rogge nodded with satisfaction, not disgusted by the dirt on Galleon.

For the same two piles of galleons, is there any difference between noble and dirty?

"Kreacher, go and put on those linen clothes." Rogge pushed Galleon back to Kreacher, with an order in his tone, but also a hint of gentleness: "I need you to tell a story tonight about Voldemort. , the stories of Kreacher and Regulus. These are my rewards to you."

Kreacher's body suddenly stiffened when he heard the name of the former owner's youngest son. It never thought that there were still people in the magical world who knew this deep secret. A complex emotion surged in its heart, including fear of that experience and awe of Rogge.

"Loyalty is either absolute or disloyal. Right, Kreacher?" Rogge's eyes flashed with an unfathomable smile, seemingly testing Kreacher's loyalty.

Without waiting for the elf to answer, he turned to the wizard who was decorating and shouted: "Make the floor look like a lake and the table look like an island."

Kreacher's steps became heavy, and his heart was filled with doubts and struggles. It looked at the gradually darkening room, as if it had gone back in time and returned to the mysterious seaside cave fifteen years ago.

Master Regulus had made a pact with it not to tell the mistress what he had done and not to destroy the box.

It looked at Rogge's back, feeling a deep sense of humility in its heart. A year ago, Roger took away the indestructible pendant box from Black's ancestral home. Kreacher realized that his master not only knew the story of Regulus' sacrifice, but also knew the entire incident.

Kreacher was full of contradictions in his heart, but he understood deeply that no matter what happened, he must obey his master's orders. Its loyalty is unwavering and must be consistent.

"Right now, Mr. Roger Travis is my master." It muttered silently with runny noses and tears, constantly reminding itself in its heart, "The master's orders are the highest law for house elves."

It was not sure whether this was considered a betrayal of Master Regulus, but the house elf's loyalty had already made its choice.

"It can actually Apparate in the Ministry of Magic?" A wizard watched in surprise as Kreacher disappeared instantly before his eyes, and couldn't help but screamed.

Rogge shrugged and explained softly: "The magic of house elves is different from that of wizards. They can go to many places that we cannot reach."

Daphne nodded secretly, as if she had figured out something: "No wonder we rarely see the house elves who clean the school."

"They are busy every day." Rogge sighed, sincerely admiring the wizard for having such hard-working and loyal servants.

Around six o'clock in the afternoon, all preparations were in place. Miss Percy prepared a manuscript for Amelia, and Sir Merlin also sent two medals.

Rogge put on a crisp black dress. While he carefully inspected the magic arrangements in the room, he silently proofread the speech he was about to deliver. Through the dragon crystal magic mirror, he seemed to see the faces of countless wizards, such as Sirius, Dumbledore, Voldemort...

Wizards from the British wizarding community gathered around the dining table, preparing to enjoy the dinner. On the wall next to the dining table, an additional mirror hangs. The time above was decreasing by the second, as if counting down to some important moment.

From the busy Diagon Alley to the peaceful Hogsmeade village, from the desolate fertile fields to the pleasant Scottish Highlands, from the ordinary Grimmauld Place to the hidden unknown mansion... Whether it is a righteous Auror or an evil one Death Eaters, tonight, countless people are waiting for that moment to come.

As the mermaid sang from the mirror, time jumped from minutes to seconds, and then everything returned to zero!

In front of the dragon crystal magic mirror, a ray of golden light began to rotate and bloom. As Rogge waved the wand, the stream of light spread into countless bright stars, and finally dissipated in the ceiling.

"Hello to all the wizards in the British magical community." Rogge stepped into the screen and said in a very friendly voice: "You saw me through the mirror and the light and shadow powder, but I don't know who is in front of the mirror. "

"It could be the greatest white wizard in the wizarding world, Principal Dumbledore, or it could be the Dark Lord hiding in the stinking sewers: Lord Voldemort." There was a kind of joking in his voice, as if to stir up the nerves of every listener. , making them full of curiosity and expectation for this novel thing.

"Oh, is anyone exclaiming after hearing Voldemort? Is the hair on the hair standing on end? Are you going to write a letter to the Ministry of Magic to complain about me?" Rogge chuckled and said nonchalantly, "Wait a moment, everyone, please allow me to give Let’s introduce a special guest.”

"Regulus Arcturus Black, he comes from the Alpha star in Leo." Rogge pointed his wand to the sky and shot a dazzling beam of light.

The wizard who controlled the dragon crystal mirror quickly adjusted the angle and pointed the mirror at the ceiling. As the beam hit the brightest star on the ceiling, an unexpected explosion rang out in my ears.

The audience put down their spoons one after another, and their eyes were fixed on the colorful mist.

When the fog dissipated, an illusory figure slowly fell from the sky. He looked very young, about eighteen or nineteen years old. His long hair lay sideways on his pale forehead, his cheeks were somewhat sunken, and he exuded a cold temperament, which made Harry in front of the mirror think of Snape.

Rogge did not have the Resurrection Stone, and there was no way to summon Regulus's ghost from the world of the dead. Perhaps, the black magic book in the manor library records the evil ritual of summoning the dead.

However, the Ministry of Magic and himself do not need the real Regulus, but a "little sister-in-law" who can be pretended by others. For example, now, the shadow of Regulus is wearing a Slytherin-style robe: the cuffs and collar are decorated with silver-green strips, and he also wears a silver snake-shaped emblem on his chest.

"He is not a ghost, but this does not prevent me from telling everyone his story." Rogge bowed slightly and paid respect to the shadow of Regulus.

In the Black ancestral house, Sirius subconsciously left his seat after seeing the shadow of his younger brother. When he heard that this was not his brother's ghost, he was dragged back to the house by Lupine.

Harry, Ron, Tonks, Moody... everyone forgot about the food on the table and stared at everything in the mirror.

"Technology similar to a two-way mirror." In the principal's office, Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a smile.

He liked the Jackdaw Magic Club organized by Rogge very much. Those clever little wizards could always use commonplace items to create unexpected magic props.

For example, Hermione's projector and Susan's full-length mirror. Theodore would be happier if he were more generous. Dumbledore wanted all wizards to treat Muggles equally, not only in terms of personality, but also in intelligence.

Hermione crossed her legs on the sofa and murmured softly: "No wonder we can't find anyone! It turns out that Roger went to the Ministry of Magic." Ariana sat quietly next to her, with the corners of her mouth raised slightly, revealing a smile.

"This senior of mine became a Death Eater at the age of 16." Rogge's tone was very calm, without any emotion or joy. He was just stating a fact, "Like many people back then, he was so called by Voldemort. Attracted by the pure-blood declaration.”

"However, we did not find any criminal records of his in the Auror files, and there was no attack against Muggles or Muggle-born wizards." He raised the document bag on the island and showed it to everyone while continuing. Said: "In the beginning, he may have been proud to serve Voldemort, but when he realized the true face of the other party, he began to develop the determination to fight."

Roger snapped his fingers, and Miss Percy immediately flew Tom Riddle's file over.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle." His wand wrote golden words in the air, then flicked it and adjusted it into a new phrase, "that is Voldemort."

For the first time, many in the wizarding world realized that Lord Voldemort was named after his real name.

"He claims to be the descendant of Salazar Slytherin, the heir of the holy pure-blood Gaunt family." Rogge raised his head and shot his sharp gaze at the dragon crystal magic mirror, as if penetrating the mirror, looking directly at someone somewhere. Voldemort in front of a mirror.

"That's true, but it's very impure." A sarcastic smile appeared on Rogge's lips. He deliberately prolonged his voice to reveal Voldemort's secret underwear to the entire magical world. "His mother is indeed It's a pure-blood wizard, Merope Gaunt, but his father is a Muggle..."

Roger's voice was deeper at this moment, full of dramatic tension, "Tom Riddle (some translate Riddle as Ruidou)."

"Regulus discovered the truth. The people he followed were not pure-bloods. Voldemort's atrocities were only to shape his own cruel rule, not the cause of pure-bloods."

"So, he decided to resist." Rogge looked at Regulus's phantom with reverence, and continued: "Because the motto of the Black family is, always pure."

Rogge learned foreign languages ​​very well and could say this sentence with the accent of the White Flag of Paris. The old Mrs. Blake in the picture frame laughed crazily. The bright moonlight passed through the window and shone on her red face. Her laughter echoed in the empty room.

"Hahaha, Regulus is indeed my proudest son! He is so smart and perceptive!" She shouted to Sirius below, "Did you hear that, you rebellious son! Your brother follows the family's admonitions. , always remain pure.”

"That despicable magic liar and filthy bastard Riddle is not worthy of being followed by the Black family." Old Mrs. Black's laughter became louder and louder, and her mouth seemed to spit out physical slaps one by one, slapping her little head hard. Sirius's face.

Sirius's face turned red with anger. He raised the tea cup in his hand and threw it at the picture frame. He even pulled out his wand and prepared to burn his mother's portrait. Lu Ping hurriedly grabbed him and advised him not to be impulsive.

Even though the person standing in the mirror was his own student, Lupine still accused him: "What if everything Rogge said is false? Don't let your anger get to your head."

However, what Old Mrs. Black said was not entirely wrong. Voldemort was indeed a despicable liar who deceived all pure-blood families and exploited their beliefs to serve himself.

"Perhaps you are doubting whether the truth is true." Rogge seemed to have heard Lupine's doubts. He placed the document on the island and calmly narrated: "Not long ago, the bones, flesh, and blood of three men shaped Voldemort's body. "

"You can go investigate that cemetery to see if his father is a wizard or a Muggle." He shook his head slightly and said in a half-joking tone, "If his father is a squib or even a wizard of Muggle origin, I can admit it. Mr. Voldemort is a 100% pure-blood Gaunt wizard with no additives.”

There was a provocative tone in Rogge's words, as if he was encouraging the audience to open the coffin of Voldemort's father to confirm the authenticity of what he said. His seriousness yet tinged with a sense of cynical relaxation attracted everyone to the mirror and made it difficult to leave.

"Unfortunately, he is not." Rogge let out a laugh, as if he was mocking Voldemort himself on the other side. His laughter was like a heart-piercing coldness, piercing Voldemort's heart.

Voldemort sat up straight, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became terrifying and depressing. Peter Pettigrew and others were trembling, not even daring to look up at Voldemort's increasingly terrifying snake face.

Suddenly, a spell shot out from the tip of Voldemort's wand, shattering the mirror in front of him into powder. The room fell into an eerie silence, with only the increasingly nervous breathing of the Death Eaters echoing in the air.

Voldemort twisted his neck and turned his head back and forth. His blood-red snake eyes swept over the Death Eaters one by one. His gaze was like a sharp sword, making people shudder.

He couldn't deny Rogge's accusation because it was true. He once hated the other half of his Muggle father's blood in his body so much that he was even willing to kill his father's family to cover up this fact.

However, in order to regain his body, he took the initiative to integrate his father's bones into this body. What a travesty, Riddle!

Voldemort's nostrils closed quickly, as if he was sniffing the emotions emanating from the Death Eaters in the air. He sneered and said to Buck, "Bring another mirror." There was an unquestionable command in his voice, full of threats and oppression.

"As you command, Master." Buck still maintained absolute humility, because he had long learned about Voldemort's life experience from his nephew.

Like Regulus, most purebloods follow Voldemort not to become minions, but to protect the power and glory of purebloods.

Since Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald, he has acted as a victor and implemented a series of policies in the wizarding world that favor Muggles and Muggle-born wizards.

The interests of the purebloods were harmed and their power was slowly drained away. Therefore, they are eager for a powerful pure-blood wizard to lead everyone to eliminate Albus's wrong ideas and regain everything that belongs to pure blood.

By chance, Voldemort stepped forward. Like a hero, he wants to lead everyone to overthrow Dumbledore's tyranny.

Of course Buck knew that Voldemort was motivated by his own ambitions. But in his eyes, there was no fundamental difference between Albus and Voldemort. So, the purebloods were divided during the last war, and everyone had no way out.

He carefully exited the room and silently placed a new mirror in front of Voldemort.

"Everything appears." After the spell was recited, Rogge's face and voice that made Voldemort hate him reappeared in the mirror.

Beside him was a house elf. Voldemort recognized it, and so did Sirius.