A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Dumbledore looked sad, and his heart was full of contradictions. He knew that he could not and should not accuse Amelia of being selfish.

If he publicly criticized the other party's decision, it might lead to criticism from the entire British wizarding community. Because everyone is selfish and wants to be the first to get ashore from the flood.

In the face of disaster, race and region have become the primary criteria for distinguishing you and me. Any high-sounding universal speech will be dismembered by the bloody reality.

Putting aside these complicated thoughts, the reality is that even Dumbledore cannot provide a large number of materials for brewing potions, let alone decide the final ownership of each potion.

After careful consideration, Dumbledore asked softly: "Rog, do you mind making the potion formula public?"

"This..." Rog was a little hesitant. He crossed his arms and revealed deep thought between his eyebrows.

The snake repellent potion not only protects Muggles from the snake-man virus, but also has the magical effect of treating blood diseases. This means that each bottle of potion is worth a lot of money and can bring great wealth to the maker himself.

Publishing the formula means that all wizards in the world can bypass the patent law and brew potions on their own. The Travis family will undoubtedly lose its monopoly on the potion and lose the huge wealth that is about to be obtained.

In the face of naked interests, Roger does not want to talk about noble concepts such as life and kindness. For him, these are too noble and incompatible with his poor self.

Roger feels that he is very poor from the bottom of his heart. There is so much wealth in the world, but he only holds a tiny speck of dust.

Dumbledore did not continue to ask, but just sat there quietly, looking at Roger gently, waiting for his answer.

There was silence in the long room, and even the breathing sounded weak and suppressed. The portraits on the wall also turned their heads and looked at the Slytherin student curiously, looking forward to what decision he would make.

Roger enjoyed this tense atmosphere, which was exactly the effect he wanted. He needed to let Dumbledore understand how precious the formula of the snake repellent potion was and its value was immeasurable.

If he could give up his wealth with just a few words, then Dumbledore might as well persuade Voldemort to change his evil ways.

"Mr. Dumbledore..." Roger finally spoke, sighing deeply, his tone formal and resolute, "I rejected countless offers, including Amelia, Malfoy...even my mother Jessica thought it should be kept secret."

Dumbledore's kind expression became a little heavy, but he still kept his smile and patience, did not interrupt Roger's words, just listened quietly.

"As a student of Hogwarts Slytherin College, I am happy to contribute my intelligence and wisdom to the development of the magic world." Roger's tone became a little excited, and his eyes flashed.

"Without Mr. Snape's careful training, my potion science would not have reached the level it is today. The professors at Hogwarts not only taught me a wealth of knowledge, but more importantly, shaped my character."

Roger's words were so sincere that even the portraits in the frames were moved, and many of them shed tears emotionally.

"What a good kid, he's still a Slytherin student." A portrait said with emotion.

"Yes, even if each potion sells for 1 Galleon, he will become the richest wizard in the wizarding world."

"What he gave up was not wealth, but a machine that continuously creates wealth. Roger Travis, he is a noble wizard, a great wizard, a wizard who transcends worldly interests and is beneficial to the whole world!"

"He deserves all the honors. Merlin's Order of Merlin, First Class Medal, School Special Contribution Award. Oh, he should be awarded the title of 'Great Wizard'!" Another portrait shouted excitedly.

The voices of the former headmasters' discussions lingered in Roger's ears, so that he blushed a little, and a feeling of complacency rose in his heart.

Other honors are fine, the title of "Great Wizard" means that Roger, like Dumbledore, has made great contributions to the wizarding world.

His name, his magic photos, and all his achievements will be permanently recorded on the picture. With the sale of chocolate frogs, Roger Travis' name will spread to every corner of the world.

Undoubtedly, this is a high honor and reward, and even the usually indifferent Snape can't help but get excited. Roger is his student, and being able to train such an outstanding potion master undoubtedly proves Severus Snape's outstanding ability.

Roger closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, tried to calm the chaotic emotions in his heart, and put those words of praise behind him.

He secretly warned himself that this gorgeous honor is nothing more than the most realistic exchange of interests. He is not a prostitute in the red light district who needs to sell himself in exchange for a negligible living expense.

He is Roger Travis, the heir of a sacred pure-blood wizard family. He studied in Slytherin and followed the most important principle of equivalent exchange for wizards.

For him, honor is the most boring and uninteresting thing in the world. Just like the medals on the chests of the Hogwarts prefects, they are just cheap crafts to redeem their labor and position.

If his goal is to become Minister of Magic, President of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, or even Headmaster of Hogwarts in the future, then making potion formulas available to the wizarding world free of charge will be a solid cornerstone.

Such a move will win him countless support and praise, clearing obstacles and paving the way for his future.

However, Rogge does not pursue these. He preferred to maintain his independence, as in Slytherin, as a Shadow Prefect, free to act on his own ideas.

His eyes shone with determination, and his tone was soft but full of determination: "Principal, I thank you and the professors for all the teachings you have given me, but I must follow my heart."

The smile in Dumbledore's eyes disappeared instantly. He stared at Rogge calmly, waiting for the final answer.

"Revealing the potion formula will not save all Muggles, but may bring greater disasters." Rogge faced Dumbledore's deep and stern eyes and said firmly, "The potion materials are not endless. The desires of wizards and Muggles are deeper than the Mariana Trench, and their greed is uglier than the Great Rift Valley.”

"I firmly believe that once the formula is made public, the relevant materials will be plundered by wizards, and even the vipers will be captured and exterminated."

"There are many talented wizards in the magic world, and they will soon realize that snake marrow juice can be replaced by other ingredients. Whether we are willing or not, the second recipe will be researched."

"You may not know that if a Muggle drinks an entire snake repellent potion alone, their blood will be purified. Blood diseases such as leukemia will be completely cured."

"I can assert that this is a rebirth-like experience for Muggles." Rogge shook his head helplessly, staring at Dumbledore's gradually softening eyes, "The Muggle dignitaries will monopolize all snake exorcists. They would rather throw away the medicine than give it to ordinary people.”

"Public disclosure means countless murders." His voice was not loud, but in the quiet principal's office, it was like a thunder, shaking everyone present.

Because Rogge pointed out a problem that no one can avoid: wizards and Muggles are selfish and evil in nature. More essentially, all groups inherently have a position of their own.

The Snake Virus is like a mirror, clearly reflecting the differences between wizards and Muggles. In front of it, the world is starkly divided into two halves: wizards are fine, and Muggles are mutated.

The Snake Repellent Virus is a measuring stick, using the standards of power and wealth to measure who can be protected by magic potions and avoid disasters.

"If you don't mind, I can disclose the potion formula to the wizarding world according to your needs." Rogge said calmly and kicked the ball back to Dumbledore's feet.

Without Rogge's speech, Dumbledore would be very happy to praise Rogge for his selflessness and commend him with tons of honors for his contribution to Muggles.

But now, Dumbledore hesitated. He felt like he was holding a hot table knife, and once it was delivered into the hands of wizards around the world, Muggles might become butter to be slaughtered.

He had seen such a scene before at the Magical Congress of the United States of America not long ago. Using their cheap spells and potions, those American wizards can drive Muggles arbitrarily and turn them into slaves and servants.

Wizards waved their wands and mastered the power of magic. Their wisdom and knowledge were enough to shake the foundations of the Muggle world. However, they did not gain worldly wealth or prominence as a result.

On the contrary, most wizards live in relatively barren environments. They must carefully conceal their identities to avoid violating the Statute of Secrecy and incurring severe penalties from the Ministry of Magic.

"Albus, the Statute of Secrecy is also a huge obstacle." Snape walked out the steps at the right time and explained in a slightly deeper voice: "If we disclose the formula of the potion, then the world of wizards and magic will be inevitable exposed to the Muggle gaze."

"I suggest that the major magical circles provide materials, and then through the Prime Minister, President, etc., let Muggles accept the baptism of rainwater mixed with antidotes."

Rogge secretly gave Snape a thumbs up. This is an excellent plan that respects the interests of everyone. Not only are ordinary Muggles protected from the threat of the snake-man virus, but the ruling class of the Muggle world can also purchase snake repellent potions for themselves to protect their own health.

With the orderly inflow of Muggle wealth, the wizarding world will usher in an unprecedented prosperity. Those once low and narrow wooden houses will become tall and majestic, and the dark streets will be illuminated by magic lampposts...

The wizards will then create more magical products. These products will gradually flow into Muggle society through the Ministry of Magic and the rulers of the Muggle world.

As this communication increased, the once strictly applicable Statute of Secrecy began to appear anachronistic and was eventually revisited and revised.

At that time, Dumbledore, who upheld the Statute of Secrecy, would become an outright conservative, a few and redundant.

And he, Roger Travis, was just a wizard addicted to potions. The magic potion he created with his wisdom is undoubtedly worth the corresponding reward.

Dumbledore fell silent. Deep in his heart, he wanted to refute Rogge's point of view, but found that he could not find a strong enough argument. He is used to persuading others with kindness and love, but now this persuasion seems to be weak.

"Well, this is Slytherin." Dumbledore sighed helplessly. He felt helpless and familiar with Slytherin House's interest-first and pragmatism.

Although he knew that Rogge would not easily give up the huge interests behind the snake-repelling potion, he could not oppose his proposal. What made Dumbledore feel the most uncomfortable was that he opposed and rejected himself.

He struggled between two voices in his heart: he hoped that the world could become better because of love, but he also knew that it was impossible to make everyone give up their interests for love at the same time.

In the end, he gave in to reality.

If everyone gave a little love, the world might become a beautiful world. But charitable organizations that gather love will surely have a bright and beautiful world before the world.

"Ahem..." Dumbledore cleared his throat, trying to cover up his embarrassment and contradictions, "Then... the potion formula should be kept secret for the time being." He compromised with a little helplessness.

"Rogge, I will collect some resources and send the potions to where they are most needed."

Rogge smiled and nodded, raised his voice and promised generously: "Principal, please leave the formula of the snake repellent potion. I am afraid that I can't cope with such a large demand in the future."

"If Mr. Snape is willing to help, he will definitely save more people. And I can also focus more on the potion to save the snake people."

"Of course." Dumbledore smiled, "I will also let Professor Sprout plant the corresponding herbs and try to make as many as possible."

He looked at the suitcase and patted it gently: "I will take them to the American magic world and use the power of the thunderbird to mix the antidote into the heavy rain to cover a wider area."

Rogge smiled and nodded, thinking secretly in his heart: "The American magic world is not the worst-hit place."

Although the snake virus first broke out in the United States, except for the big cities on the east and west coasts, other places are sparsely populated. In addition, the Cold War had just ended not long ago, and the group of rednecks still had a strong doomsday plot.

In the vast land of North America, almost every family has a basement, and many people have built bunkers. As long as they survive the first wave of the virus, most Muggles can survive.

In contrast, in other unorganized, undisciplined, and unscientific areas, there are almost no living people. The rampant virus is one aspect, and the role of people is the biggest cause of destruction.

"That's right, there is no need to save them if there are no living people." Rogge's mouth corners slightly raised, as if he was mocking, and seemed to be self-deprecating, and whispered: "Easy to do."

Although these two words are easy to do, the reality is so cold and desperate.