A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Voldemort's orders, like his dark curses, were cold and absolute and could not be questioned. Every Death Eater must obey his will unconditionally and complete the sinister tasks assigned to him.

In fact, Wormtail was insignificant in Voldemort's eyes and could be replaced at any time. Compared to other pure-blood wizards, his abilities are mediocre, but his loyalty is more credible.

Rogge was completely unaware that his peaceful, peaceful magical manor had been targeted by Voldemort. Even he himself had quietly appeared on the opponent's death list and became the prey pursued by Death Eaters.

Facing Blake who ran in front of him, Roger's eyes were filled with helplessness and he asked in a low voice: "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Leave Kreacher to me." Black's voice was cold and firm. As he spoke, he took out a key to the vault from his robe. He seemed to be planning to use the Black family's treasury to exchange for the losing house elves.

Rogge shook his head slowly, his attitude of rejection firm and clear. How could one get Kreacher with a key? If the situation were different, it would have to be at least two keys, he thought with a sneer in his heart.

Kreacher looked up at Rogge with his big, pleading eyes, as if silently begging his master not to trade him out again.

"Kreacher?" A smile appeared on Rogge's lips, with a hint of joking in his words, "Kreacher isn't what you want, right? What you really want is the specific location of the black lake."

Sirius did not deny that he wanted to bring back his brother's body. This was his mission. In his eyes, Kreacher was just a tool to guide the way.

Rogge pondered for a moment, his eyes moving back and forth between Sirius and Kreacher.

Finally, he made a suggestion: "I can let Kreacher lead the way for you, but are you sure you have the ability to deal with the dangers there?"

"There is a secret cave arranged by Voldemort. There are countless inferi lurking in the black lake. Who knows what other traps and dangers are waiting for you. Perhaps, we should wait until Minister Amelia ends the live broadcast, and then talk to Are the Aurors working together?"

Sirius glanced back and saw Amelia listening to Narcissa tell the story of Regulus's childhood in a weepy tone. The two women seemed to have no intention of stopping, and the live broadcast had turned into an endless conversation, like a tea party organized by the women.

"Wait for me." He took out the phone from his pocket, shook it quickly a few times, and called back to No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

Although Borgin Bock extorted Black at a high price, forcing him to purchase several magic telephones. But it is undeniable that this magical communication tool has immeasurable value.

No matter how far the distance is, you can instantly establish contact with the wizard on the other end by simply dialing the dial. It was precisely because Bojin Bock realized this that he was willing to pay a lot of money to order from Rogge.

Sirius's eyes drifted involuntarily to the dragon crystal mirror, and he vaguely felt that there was some strange similarity between the two. They all have the ability to connect people across space.

In Blake's ancestral house, the telephone stacked in the utility room suddenly made a clear ringing tone. Harry, who was watching the live broadcast, quickly exchanged glances with the others. Finally, Moody dragged his prosthetic leg and walked step by step towards the utility room.

"Sirius?" He picked up the phone, his tone full of disbelief, "Shouldn't you be at the Ministry of Magic? I just saw you in the mirror."

On the other end of the phone, Sirius briefly answered his questions and mentioned Albus and the Black Lake.

"Hmm... Looking for Albus? To the Black Lake?" Moody was silent for a moment, and then he looked at Harry: "I will go to Hogwarts. However, I must wear him."

The voice on the phone seemed to be proposing something, but Moody interrupted him: "...You don't have to worry about it."

He put down the phone, turned around and shouted into the room: "Lupin, Sirius will be back with Kreacher in a moment. I will go to Hogwarts first, and then meet with you in the square."

"Is that the house elf in the mirror just now?" George and Fred turned around and lay on their chairs, curiously asking: "Are you going to the Black Lake? Can you take us with you?"

Mrs. Molly clenched her fist, lightly knocked on the heads of her two sons, and warned sternly: "That is not a place for you to mess around. I will watch you, and you are not allowed to go anywhere."

Moody didn't explain much. He walked into the Floo Network and went directly to Dumbledore. If all goes well, Sirius will take Kreacher to meet them at Grimmauld Place.

At the Ministry of Magic, Rogge signaled to Minister Amelia that they were about to leave. The minister's lady nodded slightly and was not prepared to participate in the trip to the secret cave, but instructed Delis to go with them.

Rogge turned his head, looked at Daphne, and asked: "Should we take you home, or..."

"Can't I go?" Daphne's face was full of displeasure. She looked at Roger's firm refusal and nodded helplessly. "You must be careful. I will go back via Floo Network in a moment."

"Yes." Rogge nodded, and then walked out of the Ministry of Magic with Sirius and Delis. Kreacher followed him cautiously, not daring to leave his master's side for a moment.

Sirius and Delis took out their flying broomsticks in a deserted place, and gradually rose into the night with the gentle breeze of the night.

Rogge slowly took out a magic carpet from his robe and placed a set of exquisite tea sets on it. He lit the fire and motioned for Kreacher to make him tea.

In this way, under the cover of night, they cleverly avoided the eyes of Muggles and flew towards Grimmauld Place.

Delis turned his head and looked behind him from time to time, only to see Rogge lying comfortably on the magic carpet, his legs raised leisurely, as if he was enjoying the flight. Kreacher was busy boiling water and cleaning the tea set for his master, looking like a loyal house elf.

He scratched the short hair on his head and whispered softly: "Don't today's young wizards like flying broomsticks?"

Sirius did not answer, but just snorted coldly, expressing his contempt and disdain for the magic carpet. In his opinion, magic carpets are tools only used by witches and lack of masculinity. A real man should ride a flying broomstick or even a cooler motorcycle.

When he thought about motorcycles, he couldn't help but feel angry. The motorcycle he gave to Hagrid was burned down.

Feeling that the atmosphere was a bit dull, Delis tried to find a topic to break the silence: "Hey, what was that thing you just used?"

"Magic phone." Sirius's answer was short and direct. His mind was obviously still on the destroyed motorcycle.

"Telephone? This name is indeed a bit strange. Isn't electricity something that Muggles use?" Delis commented slightly teasingly, and then continued the awkward conversation nonchalantly: "Is there a place to sell it in the wizarding world? It looks better than ours. The paper airplanes and paper cranes used by the ministry are much more convenient.”

Sirius turned his head and looked at Delis with a joking look, "They are sold at the Borgin Bock store in Knockturn Alley. One machine costs 100 Galleons, can you afford it?"

After saying that, he lowered the broom, accelerated instantly, and distanced himself from Delis.

"What an unpleasant wizard." Delis looked at his back and sighed softly, "The Black family always produces some annoying guys."

"Want to come up and sit?" Rogge picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea.

Delis shook his head. He was an Auror, how could he sit on the magic carpet? If other wizards saw him, they would think he had lost his fighting spirit.

Rogge smiled and introduced: "The telephone used by Sirius was actually made by me."

"Did you do it?" Delis slowed down and moved forward along with the magic carpet. "Why have I never seen one in the Flash Golem House... No, the witch in your shop has one."

His memory suddenly flashed back to a certain scene, and he had indeed seen this device in Rogge's shop.

"That's right, I left it there for the convenience of contact." Rogge nodded and continued, "I made it a long time ago and later gave it to Bojin Bock for sales. However, the market response was not good, and he only sold 3 units.”

"Is the price too high?" Delis asked curiously.

"Probably not." Rogge hesitated for a moment, and then muttered, "The price I wholesaled to him was 10 Gallons per unit. As for the specific price, I don't know."

Delis's eyes lit up slightly, and he was thinking that he could report it to the minister when he got back, and maybe buy a few for the Auror office to try.

Half an hour later, they arrived at Grimmauld Place. Before the magic carpet had completely landed, Roger noticed Principal Dumbledore's iconic silver beard.

"Principal?" Roger shouted in surprise, "Are you going too?"

Dumbledore nodded with a kind smile on his face: "I saw your story through the mirror. Regulus is indeed a hero in the wizarding world."

"He used his own life to expose Voldemort's conspiracy. The house elf behind you is also worthy of praise." He turned to Kreacher with gentle eyes and said softly, "Kreacher, you can take us to that cave. ?"

Kreacher looked at Rogge, his eyes shining with loyalty. At the hint of its owner, it nodded decisively in agreement.

At this time, Moody and Lupine arrived with Harry. Moody's magic eyes moved in their sockets, scanning the surrounding environment. He felt that the Black ancestral home might not be safe, and it would be more appropriate for Harry to go with them.

Harry looked at Roger calmly, and even had a friendly smile on his face. In his opinion, Rogge was easier to get along with than Snape and Malfoy, who often caused him trouble.

At least Harry can be sure that Rogge will definitely not associate with Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Otherwise, he would not have destroyed Voldemort's Horcruxes and exposed his true identity.

Dumbledore took out the deluminator from his robe, and with a few "click, click" sounds, the lights on the street went out one after another.

He suddenly felt a cold feeling behind his back. He turned around and saw that it was Rogge who was staring directly at his Deluminator.

"Principal, this must be very valuable, right?" Rogge asked softly, "It's unprecedented to be able to take away the light source. There must be no more magical prop in the magic world than it."

Dumbledore coughed a few times and quickly put the Deluminator back into his robes. Roger's eyes followed the deluminator reluctantly until it completely disappeared into the principal's sleeves, and then he slowly withdrew his gaze.

Dumbledore had already noticed that Rogge had a goblin-like greed for treasures. He secretly guessed that Rogge might have collected all the relics of the founders of the four Hogwarts schools. Among them, Gryffindor's sword was given to him on his own initiative... no, he lent it.

Even the ghost of Ravenclaw was abducted by him through unknown means. Unexpectedly, as soon as his Deluminator appeared, he would target him.

He did not answer Rogge's question directly, but shouted to everyone: "Get on the flying broom and let Kreacher take us to the cave."

"We can apparate there." Sirius said eagerly.

Lupine patted him on the shoulder and reminded: "Roger and Harry have not yet received the Apparition course from the Ministry of Magic."

Therefore, Sirius had to follow behind the magic carpet, enduring the cold wind in the sky and watching Roger drinking tea and reading a book leisurely.

"Can't you hurry up?" Black shouted, "I remember you have a pair of alchemical wings."

"I know you are in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry first." Rogge shook his head and firmly rejected his proposal, "That's the top speed of the magic carpet, it has nothing to do with me."

"Next time I will build a large-scale transportation system so that no one will always complain when traveling together." He said half-jokingly, but he was already thinking about what to choose as a blueprint.

Sirius was frustrated and had no choice but to retreat to the team.

Although there were not many in number, the wizards of the Order of the Phoenix still maintained a high level of vigilance and protected Harry closely.

Sirius was in front of Harry, Lupine and Moody were on the left and right sides respectively, and Principal Dumbledore personally held the line at the back of the line. If there were more people, wizards could even be placed above and below Harry for protection.

As for Rogge, only Delis was flying with him. He looked back from time to time to look at Dumbledore riding a flying broomstick.

Rogge thought to himself that if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that the principal with silver hair would ride a broom.

After all, in most people's minds, Dumbledore usually uses Apparition, Floo Network or Portkeys to travel, and his Phoenix Fawkes can also take him anywhere.

"What would it be like if the principal flew on a skateboard?" Rogge thought secretly, thinking that the scene would be both funny and interesting.

The image of Dumbledore standing on a skateboard, gliding gracefully in the air, appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but laugh.

Speaking of which, the travel tools in the magical world have not been updated for a long time. Even Sirius's flying motorcycle and Arthur's flying car are full of history and not fashionable or cool enough.

Imagine if the skateboard was transformed into a flying tool, it would be warmly welcomed by the students of Hogwarts. This will not only bring new travel experiences, but also inject youthful vitality into the magical world.

Rogge turned to Delis and asked curiously: "Do Aurors also fight on flying broomsticks?"

Delis nodded and replied firmly: "Proficiently controlling a flying broom is a basic skill for becoming an Auror. Sometimes, wizards also need to fight in the air."

Rogge's eyes flashed with understanding. He still remembered the scene of him escaping on a broomstick over the Quidditch Swamp during the summer vacation of his first year. To be honest, the cushion on the wooden stick is really not very comfortable. In one word: it is stuck in the crotch.

Delis made a sincere suggestion: "If you want to become an excellent Auror after graduation, you must travel on a flying broomstick."

"I have wings." Rogge replied with a smile, leaving Delis speechless.

"Actually, I want to ask you whether it is convenient for you to fight on a broomstick?" Rogge hurriedly expressed his thoughts and tried, "Suppose there is a new type of flying tool that allows wizards to completely free their hands. But..."

He glanced over his shoulder and noticed that everyone was sitting upright, not leaning over their brooms to improve aerodynamics. Rogge smiled sheepishly. After all, the magic carpet pursues stability and comfort.

In fact, he didn't want to explore an unfamiliar cave at night. Wouldn't it be better to explore during the day?

"But what?" Delis drew Rogge's attention back to the conversation.

"But the speed may have an impact." Rogge continued, "It will definitely be faster than the flying broom in the later stage, because some auxiliary devices can be added."

Delis thought for a moment, and then said firmly: "If there is such a means of transportation, the Aurors will definitely welcome it."