A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Chapter 521 Actually, we are lost (5.6K)

"Okay, okay!" Bellinrum gritted his teeth and agreed reluctantly. In fact, deep down in his heart, he was already extremely happy.

Although the things Rogge wanted were still valuable, their value was not too high, and most of them were not needed by ordinary wizards. When the time comes, it can completely replace Rogge's share of income with some messy old things.

"Roger, I'm going to trick you hard this time!" Belinrum muttered inaudibly, with a sly sneer on his lips.

As Nagini waved her wand, she issued the command to ascend. In an instant, the huge spaceship slowly rose from the gap between the skyscrapers and flew into the distance.

Bella's eyes looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the figure locked on the spacecraft gradually moved away until it disappeared into the dark night. She whispered softly: "Airship merchant, Black Jack? This name is really strange. I have never heard of it."

She frowned, and the playing cards flew and swam between her dexterous fingers. Her intuition told her that the "airship businessman" mentioned by Little Barty was not simple.

If the other party deliberately got closer to the Death Eaters before, Bella would even suspect that there was a conspiracy behind it. It's a pity that she was resting upstairs just now and didn't see the mysterious wizard wearing a mask with her own eyes.

She sighed quietly, becoming curious about the airship and its owner.

Rogge, who had already gone far away, naturally didn't know that his fabricated identity as an "airship merchant" had aroused the suspicion of others.

Glancing at the thick dark clouds outside the control cabin and the lightning surrounding the airship, he took a sip of hot tea and continued sketching on the drawing.

The short Belinrum stood on tiptoes, holding the edge of the table with both hands, and tilted his neck to look at the drawings on the table.

"The design of the magic balloon looks much simpler than the airship?" It turned its head sideways and looked at the simple and smooth lines on the drawing.

Its shrewd eyes suddenly flashed and shouted: "Here, here, processing this T-shaped part takes too much time, it must be removed."

"And here..."

Rogge slapped the pencil on the table angrily and scolded: "Quiet, wait until I finish drawing before you speak!"

Bellinrum immediately covered his mouth, and after Rogge stopped leaning over, he quickly looked over: "It turns out to be an inflated balloon with a basket attached."

"There is also a control system." Rogge blew off the pencil shavings on the drawing, and used an eraser to erase the messy lines and redraw them, and then said: "Two telescopic magic wires pass through the connecting rods to control the rise and fall of the balloon, and then Add a wooden steering wheel to control horizontal movement.”

"What about acceleration? How does the balloon accelerate?" Bellinrum interjected, "It can only go straight up and down, it can't rely entirely on the wind, right?"

Rogge rolled his eyes at it and sneered: "If you are really willing, I can add it to the Death Eaters on the drawing for free."

"Uh... Then I won't add it." Bellinrum waved his hands so stingily, "If the acceleration is too strong, it won't be fun if they fall out of the basket. Things made by us goblins must not have safety issues."

"Oh, you really pay attention to flight safety." Rogge joked.

Although the hot air balloon he designed is simple, it is huge in size. The basket underneath is large enough to accommodate dozens of people, making it ideal for short-distance transportation.

Finally, Rogge held up the drawing and carefully checked it up and down. Apart from some traces of alteration in the drawings, the overall design is undoubtedly quite clever.

"Okay, Belinrum, the design drawings are completed."

"Hey, if only your airship design was so simple!" It quickly moved its eyes, thinking about building a batch specifically for the goblins when it goes back.

In this way, they don't have to rely on the Floo Network, and they don't have to pay for the shipping fee to the evil Rogge. When the time comes, the fairies stand in the balloons and can go wherever they want.

"Is it a little big or deep? Can it be adjusted?" Bellinrum asked softly, looking at Rogge worriedly, for fear that the other party would notice that there was something wrong with his problem.

"Don't worry, the basket and the balloon are two independent parts. You can adjust the size and proportion yourself." Rogge explained nonchalantly, "You can even extend it into different models and price it at different prices. For example, a medium cup , large cup, extra large cup.”

"Oh~" Bellinrum smiled wickedly, raising the corners of his mouth, revealing a row of sharp teeth, "Thank you very much, Mr. Rogge. I still need to trouble you about the wand."

"There should be no problem." Rogge opened the letter and signaled Nagini to drive the airship to the address above.

"My mother, Jessica, also owned a Flash Golem House in San Francisco, and the store manager there found a wizard who could make wands."

"If everything goes well, I can get the memory of making a wand from him. Then I can make adjustments based on it and develop a wand suitable for you goblins."

"It's a pity... this kind of wand cannot be used on wizards in the future." Bellinrum complained in a low voice, with disappointment in his tone.

"You don't rebel, why do you have to point the wand at the wizard?" Rogge asked angrily, these guys are really evil.

They flew off the East Coast and headed for San Francisco, once known as "Golden Mountain."

San Francisco at the end of the 20th century still had the afterglow of a civilized city. At least the streets were not paved with excrement carpets and there were no blood-stained pinhead hills in the corners.

Under the impact of the snake-man virus, the entire city, although overcrowded, is still a lively scene full of vitality and all things competing.

All the gasoline in the car was pumped out, even the black engine oil was not spared. They were burning in the oil barrels on the corner of the street along with the broken door panels, emitting thick black smoke and pungent smell.

The policemen with live ammunition could only ride horses and shout loudly with whips in hand, just like their ancestors.

A thin refugee was hit by the whip and screamed. He rolled on the ground and twisted his body in pain, causing people on both sides of the street to laugh.

"Hey, where are you guys from?" The leading middle-aged policeman Peter spotted Rogge and his men at a glance.

Their clean clothes and healthy bodies did not look like survivors at all. Even the rich people living in the villa area outside the city might not be able to match their calm and composed demeanor.

Especially the little man who was huddled in a cloak and wearing a funny hat, who kept his head down from beginning to end, looked very abnormal and suspicious.

The Muggles on both sides of the street looked at the three strangers with playful eyes. A brave guy sneaked over under the cover of night.

Bang!

Seeing the little black hand reaching for his pocket, Roger kicked it away without hesitation. The pickpocket child wailed and hit the hard wall heavily, holding his stomach and groaning on the ground.

The police on horseback immediately drew out their guns, opened the safety, and pointed the guns at them.

"Hey, you! Take out your driver's license!" Peter's tone was still very calm, and he didn't care about Roger's behavior at all.

"Gentlemen, don't be nervous." Roger said gently, "We are from Britain."

"Britain? Hahaha..." A burst of laughter came from the crowd, "You are not patients who escaped from the mental hospital."

"Young man, this is not the time to joke, tell me your name and origin." Officer Peter's face darkened and he asked sternly: "Are you from the epidemic area in the east?"

As soon as the word "epidemic area" came out, the surrounding Muggles were immediately terrified. They wrapped their faces tightly with their collars and quickly scattered to both sides.

Many people also took out gas masks from a pile of empty cans and put them on their faces tremblingly.

At this moment, a young man with a backpack across his body hurriedly squeezed through the crowd. His dazzling golden hair shone in the light of the fire. The Muggles around him seemed to respect him very much and took the initiative to make way for him.

"Dr. Ian, they may carry the virus. You must be careful..." Many people shouted worriedly, fearing that this kind doctor would die in the hands of the disease.

Ian ignored the Muggles' dissuasion and said breathlessly, "Mr. Peter, please wait a moment, they are not patients."

"Ian from Pukki College?" Roger couldn't help shouting, "Aren't you studying at Ilvermorny? Why are you here?"

Two years ago, Roger visited Ilvermorny with the team in the Quidditch Secondary League. At that time, it was Ian who personally introduced the American magic school to them.

Roger didn't expect to meet him here, in a community full of Muggles.

Ian looked at Roger's handsome face and black hair, and remembered what happened back then.

"The school has to move." He sighed helplessly and walked to Officer Peter and whispered a few words.

Soon, the police let down their guard and put away their guns. Officer Peter just asked Ian to remind his friends to pay attention to the community security regulations.

"You came at a really bad time." Ian sighed again and waved for them to follow him. "Since the summer vacation of last school year, the snake virus has appeared all over the world. Those dark wizard fugitives in your magic world are called Death Eaters, right?"

Seeing Roger nod, he continued indignantly: "Those extremely evil guys spread the virus everywhere, and the eastern part of the American magic world has fallen. It was them, this group of hateful Death Eaters, who caused this disaster against innocent Muggles!"

"Ilvermorny has also moved from Mount Greylock in Massachusetts to the Rocky Mountains." He sighed and pushed open a narrow door, and was greeted by a strong herbal aroma.

"Rog, do you have any herbs or potions on you?" Ian suddenly turned his head and looked at him expectantly.

"There are some, you can use them all." Roger smiled and opened the bag, and put all the potions and potion materials he carried with him on the table.

"White fresh grass, platycodon, moonstone, salamander liver juice..." Ian counted the materials excitedly, and then looked at the labels on the bottles and jars: "Life and death water, blood tonic, palliative..."

"Oh my God, that's great! With these herbs and potions, I can save more people."

"Save people? Do you mean the Muggles outside?" After seeing Ian waving his wand to make a few cups of hot tea for them, Bellingrum immediately took off his hat and asked curiously, "Wizard Ian, have you been rescuing those penniless Muggles?"

"That's right." Ian looked at the goblin in front of him, without showing any surprise, but wondering why the goblin didn't take the wand.

Ever since Narrak surrendered to the Dark Lord, it and its goblins have never left the wand. It has almost become their weapon and identity symbol, and they wave their wands to show off all the time.

"There are too many Muggles in the city, and various diseases are like lice in the fur, one after another."

"You don't know that Muggle medical care is completely dependent on those machines that use electricity, as well as capsules, pills, needles, etc. of all sizes. It's too limited."

"But in this situation, only a few people in the whole city have generators, and most Muggles can hardly get candles." He pointed upwards. The crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling is a luxury here.

"Their strange medical tools and open-heart surgery are completely disabled, or our doctors' herbs are more reliable..."

"Free?" Bellinrum interrupted softly, with a cold tone, "I think those Muggles are poor ghosts, and they don't even have a penny."

"Of course it's free." Ian put the herbs and potions into his bag and said firmly: "Healing is the responsibility and obligation of our Pukki."

"Pukki?" The goblin repeated curiously, not understanding the meaning.

"Pukki is a college in Ilvermorny." Roger explained softly, "Their symbol is a hedgehog, representing a kind, benevolent and generous healer."

"Right! I'm so glad you still remember this." Ian happily agreed, and raised his hand to Roger: "At that time in the Sorting Hall, the Pukki sculpture of our college raised an arrow to Roger."

Bellinlum joked: "Hehe, even the sculpture can't stand your black heart..."

"No, you misunderstood, this is recognition!" Ian quickly corrected the goblin's misunderstanding, and said sincerely: "This means that Roger's heart is pure and flawless, and he can become a kind wizard, a healer who heals others. So, Pukki raised his arrow for him."

Bellinlum looked at Ian's solemn expression, and turned his head to stare at Roger. It then rolled around on the ground, holding its belly, and laughed loudly: "Pure and kind!? Ahahahaha... This is me... Hahaha, the funniest joke I've ever heard."

"Rogge? He is a doctor who heals others... Hahaha..."

Rogge didn't care about Bellinrum's ridicule at all. He just said calmly: "After this winter rain, the snake virus is no longer a problem."

"Sure enough!" Ian immediately shouted excitedly, and quickly turned around and opened the cabinet behind him.

There were all kinds of containers densely placed inside, made of glass, wood, metal, and even plastic. Surprisingly, they were all filled with water without exception.

Bellinrum took a glance and completely lost interest: "I thought it was Garlon."

"The rain this time is indeed abnormal. All the thunderbirds in our school have been transferred away." Ian didn't care about the goblin's thoughts at all. He asked anxiously: "Rogge, do you know more about the inside story?"

"Ahem... not more, the snake repellent potion itself was developed by me." He cleared his throat slightly unnaturally and picked up the old and worn newspaper on the table. On its blank header and side, he wrote down the formula and brewing method of the snake repellent potion for Ian.

As he wrote, he explained: "This snake repellent potion has just been developed and can help Muggles build up the ability to resist the snake-man virus.

But you also know that there are too many Muggles. With the power of our wizards and the magic world alone, even if we develop an antidote, we can't completely save everyone."

"I understand, just like the Black Death recorded in the history of magic. When most of the Muggles die, the remaining Muggles can survive." Ian nodded, "But the snake-man virus is much more terrible, and no Muggles who can resist it have been found."

"It doesn't matter, Thunderbird has a Talent, can mix potions into rainwater. "Rogge sighed, "But the Muggle city structure is too complicated, maybe some people hide in some corners and have not been wet by tonight's heavy rain. "

"Although there is water circulation, the effect of snake repellent potion can only last for a short week. After a week, the potion ingredients in the water will be completely ineffective. Including the rainwater you collected in the cabinet. "

Rogge handed the newspaper full of potion formulas to Ian, and did not mind sharing the snake repellent potion with the young kind wizard.

Although he wove conspiracies, brewed viruses and antidotes. But for truly kind wizards, Rogge does not mind giving help within his ability.

The most important thing is that Ian's actions are just small kindnesses and have no effect on his own plans. His free medical care is not important at all in Rogge's eyes.

"If a Muggle drinks a bottle of snake repellent potion, their blood will be purified. However, the formula I wrote for you has a small flaw. Each Muggle can only drink one bottle."

"Thank you so much! Thank you so much!" Ian was so excited that he could not control himself, and tears of joy and eagerness flashed in his eyes. "I knew that Pukki was right. You are a kind and loving wizard! No, a great doctor!"

"Rogge, your snake repellent potion has saved countless people!" Ian held his hand tightly and said from the bottom of his heart: "I know that you must have come here with an important purpose. I swear to Merlin that no matter what the price, I will do my best to help you, even if it costs my life!"

Belinrum, who was sitting on the ground, looked at Rogge suspiciously. In his impression, the other party has always been a black-hearted wizard, robber, and greedy ghost who would not do anything without profit... However, Rogge's behavior just now seemed to be generous, friendly and amiable, which was completely inconsistent with his impression in his heart.

It wasn't until it saw Ian vowing to be devoted to Roger and to go through fire and water for him that it realized it was right.

Rogge is still the black-hearted wizard. But this time, he doesn't want money, but to make the other party sacrifice his life.

"Ian, actually..." Rogge looked at the other party's solemn face, ready to die at any time, and finally said embarrassedly: "Actually, we just got lost."

He smiled awkwardly and continued: "We were originally looking for the Flash Golem House on Liuli Street. The street entrance should be in the Richmond District, but we turned around several times and didn't find the grocery store mentioned in the letter."

Ian nodded seriously and answered seriously: "The entrance to Liuli Street has been changed. It was originally behind a Chinese grocery store not far away."

"But a while ago, a Muggle tried to rob that store, causing the door of the grocery store to be set on fire."

"Now, the whole city of San Francisco is full of wandering Muggles, and the staff of the Magic Congress have also been pulled to fight against snake people and Death Eaters. Therefore, the grocery store cannot be repaired with the Restoration Charm, after all, wizards don't have time to use Obliviate on Muggles."

Rogge nodded slightly. This is indeed the deep-rooted thinking mode of most wizards: when dealing with problems, only consider using magical means, and never think about other non-magical solutions.

If he is the owner of the Chinese grocery store, he doesn't need to wave a wand at all. Just find a few Muggle refugees and use a few cans to let them repair the burned door.

"Now the entrance to Glass Street has been changed to Dad's Antique Store." Ian continued, "The owner is a nagging weird old man. Well, but don't worry, he is still a white wizard."

Rogge frowned slightly and didn't care about the change of the entrance location. It was the name of "Daddy's Antique Shop", which always reminded him of a wizard wearing a yellow vest and holding a pufferfish.

(One more thing...) Roger shook his head quickly to break the hallucinations in his ears. He secretly told himself: "This is Harry Potter, it's magic (crossed out)... There should be no spells and the Lord..."

"Maybe." He muttered, and simply said: "It seems we have to go to Daddy's Antique Shop."