A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Voldemort needs to spread his terror to every corner of the wizarding world. His goal is to make those wizards and dark creatures who have succumbed to "oppression" realize that following him will bring unprecedented benefits.

Once upon a time, he and his Death Eaters would leave the feared Dark Mark at crime scenes to mark their presence and power. But this approach is too slow and is still effective in the British wizarding world.

The Americas on the other side of the Atlantic was vaster, and Voldemort realized that he needed a more powerful and rapid communication tool. This tool must surpass the speed and effectiveness of the wizard's newspaper to spread his own ideas and methods.

When he watched Rogge's live broadcast about Regulus, he immediately realized the extraordinary value of the dragon crystal mirror. Such an efficient propaganda tool should not be used as a record player for the Ministry of Magic to play music, but as a mouthpiece for spreading his dark thoughts.

Voldemort gently touched the frame of the magic mirror with his pale and slender fingers. He stared closely at the traces of magic left in the mirror, trying to restore the full function of the dragon crystal magic mirror.

After a magic spell flew into the mirror, several black and yellow fireworks exploded instantly. There was a heartbreaking creaking sound coming from the mirror, as if it was about to break apart at the next moment.

He quickly stopped his wand and cast other spells. Time and time again, it doesn't work.

"Damn mirror!" Voldemort's eyes were as cold as ice, and his patience was being worn away by successive failures.

He twisted his neck and looked at every detail in the mirror over and over with his resentful eyes.

He saw R.T's black signature behind the mirror, seemingly laughing at his own failure and incompetence. The network of blood vessels under the skin became more and more obvious as the anger intensified.

Every attempt to repair it seemed to carve a scar in his heart. Voldemort reluctantly waved his wand again and fired four powerful spells at the mirror. The power of the spell surged on the mirror, and the mirror began to tremble and make a faint sound of collapse.

He immediately stopped casting spells and summoned a Death Eater to test whether the repaired dragon crystal mirror could be effective.

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The mirror in the Death Eater's hand made a heartbreaking noise, and the magic power continued to explode, making it impossible to hear a single word. The picture is also severely distorted, and Voldemort's face seems to be a post-modern art work depicting pain and despair.

"Master, do you want to order another piece?"

"You mean, my magical skills are not as good as those of Hogwarts students?" Voldemort's answer was filled with cold anger. His cold snake eyes stared at the Death Eaters, as if he could see through his eyes. The man was frozen, "Go to the American wizarding newspaper, I want them to report everything that happened here!"

He didn't believe it anymore. Without the Dragon Crystal Magic Mirror, wouldn't it be possible to spread his own terror? Moreover, he has a more important thing to do, which is to find the prophecy ball in the Department of Mysteries.

More than 20 years ago, when Trelawney made a prophecy for Dumbledore, Snape eavesdropped. He was then quickly chased away, bringing back only a small portion of the prophecy for Voldemort.

The crazy prophetess stayed at Hogwarts all day, and Voldemort had almost no chance to attack her to obtain the complete prophecy. Therefore, he had to find other ways to reveal the full content of the prophecy.

He has failed once, and this time, there must be no mistakes.

As Voldemort weaves his conspiracy, the goblins and wizards of Gringotts can finally breathe a sigh of relief. The magma deep underground stopped its surge, and the hot air began to gradually cool down.

The source of all this, Travis Manor, where the magma is constantly bubbling in the well, making popping sounds when large and small bubbles burst. The pungent smell of sulfur kept rising from the ground, and Rogge had to use magic to purify the air.

"Should we fill this in?" Hermione asked curiously, "It would be too dangerous if it falls accidentally."

Rogge thought for a moment, summoned several tons of stones, and skillfully built them into the shape of a crater.

While carefully adjusting the position of the stone, he explained: "This was originally a forge that the goblins helped me create. Since it has become like this, it is better to transform it into an earth-fire furnace."

"If they dare to come again next time, they will just fall directly into the magma and be burned to ashes." He cast several obstacles in succession to ensure that no intruders could break out. Of course, it won't fall. You can even step on the wellhead and feel the burning heat on the soles of your feet.

In addition, he dug several new diversion channels into the rock wall leading to the nearby coastline to ensure that magma would not flow into the manor.

After moving Lech back to the rockery, the whole manor returned to peace. During the live news broadcast that night, Percy once again assured all wizards in the wizarding world in the mirror that Gringotts remains the safest place for their funds. The underground magma did not cause any damage to Gringotts.

The Ministry of Magic even used a projector to show the outside world the inside of Gringotts' vault for the first time. With Percy's clear and melodious announcement, people's panic was calmed, and the wizards who flocked to Gringotts began to disperse.

At the end of the news, Percy reported in a brief but firm tone that the headquarters of the Magical Congress of the United States of America had been attacked by dark wizards. However, Amelia has no plans to make the details public.

Yes, the war has begun. But the good news is that this war took place in the American wizarding world across the Atlantic. Voldemort and his Death Eaters are thousands of miles away from here, and Amelia secretly hopes that they will stay there forever and not cross the Atlantic to disturb the peace here.

If all the dark wizards and dark creatures respond to Voldemort's call and migrate to the American wizarding world. Then, the public security situation in the British wizarding world will be significantly improved.

As for other wizarding worlds on the European continent, they are watching from the sidelines with a mentality of watching a play. They know that even if Voldemort and his followers attack back, the British wizarding world will have to become the first line of defense on the European continent. In this way, their own safety is guaranteed.

"Look, they are using my projector!" Hermione wrapped in a bathrobe, shaking her feet excitedly on the sofa.

She pointed to the white machine in the mirror and explained its functions and uses in detail to Ariana. Ariana listened quietly, occasionally asking questions softly to understand how certain technical details were implemented.

Hermione felt unprecedented satisfaction, and talked endlessly, and her desire to be a teacher was greatly satisfied.

At Hogwarts, Gryffindor classmates didn't like to listen to Hermione's popular science, and even gave her the nickname "know-it-all" to mock her. In the Jackdaw Society, each member has his own pride and will not listen to her preaching like students do.

Ariana is like a closest friend, always listening to everything you say.

In just a few months, Hermione has regarded Ariana as her bestie. She told her how magical the castle of Hogwarts was: those movable stairs, portraits that can speak, and those rooms that can change according to your heart... The conversation between the two is always so speculative and so pleasant.

They chatted until late at night. Seeing Ariana fall asleep, Hermione tiptoed to the next door. She took off her white bathrobe and felt that the night after the war was so busy.

"I feel that my magic has become stronger recently." Hermione hummed in a low voice and shook without a teacher.

On the skin that she could not see, there was a layer of purple-black mental power from Rogge. Rogge seemed to be able to sense her intentions. No matter how strong or how fast, he could hit her heart accurately.

After a few minutes, Hermione gave up resistance and let Rogge tease her.

"That must be my credit." Rogge put the gun mount on his shoulder and whispered, "Tomorrow morning, your magic will definitely become stronger."

"Humph, liar!" Hermione rolled her eyes at him, her tone became trembling, and she sang a series of exciting choruses, "Those snakemen... um... won't you tell the Ministry of Magic?"

"Forget it." Rogge immediately blocked her mouth and used suffocating enthusiasm to make Hermione forget the horrible and bloody scene in the pit during the day.

They both needed to relax, forget the scene of tens of thousands of snakemen self-detonating, and the pool of emerald green blood. Especially Rogge, his soul was almost poisoned, so he needed comfort even more.

The Ministry of Magic was also fighting all night, but their battlefield was not on the bed like Rogge and Hermione, but in the minister's office. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and everyone was expressing their own position.

Dumbledore was severely condemning Amelia's previous retreat, which he believed was an indulgence of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, and an abandonment of the New York Muggles.

"Albus, what you said makes sense. But I also have reasons to retreat!" Amelia took out a document and handed it to Dumbledore, "Four years ago, the International Magical Federation passed a resolution. Wizards must obtain the consent of the magic community to carry out cross-border pursuits."

"Today, I have violated the law and brought all the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic to support the American Magical Congress!" Her eyes were as sharp as a knife, falling on the American wizards who retreated with them, "Mr. Chairman, this law is strongly requested by you to be reviewed, and it has been supported by most of the magic community."

"I really want to send Aurors to help you "We have to take back New York, but you should take action on your own." Amelia tapped her wand lightly on the globe, pointing to a point on the east coast of America and said, "New York is just one of the cities. You still have room to resist." She changed the subject and sneered, "Mr. Albus has saved all of you. Do you still want to abandon your compatriots and take refuge with us?" "Ladies and gentlemen, you must realize that today's American wizarding world is independent, not a branch of us!" She said this to the American wizards, but she meant to remind Dumbledore to recognize his position. If Dumbledore and his Order of the Phoenix want to go to support the American wizards, Amelia will support them with both hands and feet. However, they cannot kidnap the British wizarding world and let the British wizards save a group of traitors. Deep in Amelia's heart, there is even a hope. That is, Voldemort can completely destroy everything in the American wizarding world, and the British wizarding world will eventually kill him and take back this "branch" that has been independent for many years. "Mr. Albus, in addition to being the Chief Judge of the Wizengamot, you are also the Headmaster of Hogwarts." She reminded him, and then said in a warning tone: "I don't want Susan and her classmates to be dragged into the war by your Order of the Phoenix. Children need a safe environment to grow up, not a life-and-death battle on the battlefield."

Dumbledore's face turned serious, he was dissatisfied with Amelia's words. He believes that Ms. Amelia, who was once upright and rigorous, has been eroded by the power of the minister.

A heated argument broke out between the two, with an insider saying: "The Ministry of Magic was like a black cloud, full of lightning and thunder."

Amelia would never give in and allow the ministry staff to risk their lives on the other side. American wizards anxiously interjected several times, insisting that the Ministry of Magic must be held accountable for the Dark Lord's crimes. Because Voldemort is a British wizard, the British wizarding community should be held responsible for his actions.

Early the next morning, three owls landed on the manor. Kreacher accepted the letter and went to serve his master as usual.

Its big eyes stared at the waking Mudblood on the bed with contempt, thinking that she had tarnished its master's noble bloodline. In private, Kreacher often murmured bad things about Hermione. He thought Hermione was a vixen-like poisonous insect who would tarnish Travis's glory.

Whenever Kreacher tried to remind his master, Rogge would always warn him in a stern tone to make him recognize his identity. Kreacher had to shut up and return to his position as a slave.

During the entire holiday, Cleary had to provide toiletries and clothes for his master and had to provide the same services to Hermione.

"The seductive mudblood climbed into the master's bed!" It cursed loudly in its heart, but on the surface it still wanted to remain respectful.

Rogge shook his head secretly, no longer having any hope for its transformation.

"Whose letter?" Hermione lay naked on Roger's back. Her fingers went around his armpits and flicked the letter in his hand.

"School is about to start. The school sent me the books to prepare for the new semester." Rogge hugged her sideways with his backhand and kept tickling her sensitive parts.

Hermione yelled with a smile, struggling to escape Roger's clutches. While she was waiting for Rogge to make further moves, Rogge suddenly stopped. Her heart stopped in the air, and she climbed up using her hands and feet.

"What's wrong?" Hermione pressed forward and let out a contented moan.

Roger pointed to the last letter and said: "Ariana's admission notice."

"Ariana?!" Hermione stopped shaking and looked at the envelope, "She is already fifteen years old. Didn't she go to school?"

"Never." Rogge shook his head, freeing up a hand to put the letter on the bedside table. "I really want to know which house she will be assigned to by the sorting hat."

"Gryffindor!" Hermione couldn't help but scream as soon as she said it. I don’t know if it’s because of curiosity about Ariana’s branch, or because of the stabbing below.

"That's not necessarily true. What if it's Slytherin who trains dark wizards?" Rogge raised an evil smile on his lips. The two of them refused to give in, both wanted to win over the other.

It seems that as long as they decide the winner here, they can decide the Sorting Hat's idea and let Ariana enter their respective houses.

Rogge still had the upper hand in the contest with Hermione. He looked at the letter on the table and understood that the final decision rested with the Sorting Hat (Dumbledore) and Ariana.