A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"When Ilvermorny retreated, the news leaked out and they were attacked by Death Eaters. Some of the students got separated, and Barron was one of the unfortunate ones." Lisa came over lightly, her right fingertips jumping on Rogge's shoulder.

Her charming smile was a bit proud, and she teased: "Junior brother, sister has performed well. As a boss, you should give me some rewards."

"Reward?" Rogge smiled and pretended not to understand: "Then I will give you all the profits of this store in the second half of the year, how about it?"

Lisa pouted her delicate red lips, and her pretty face showed obvious unhappiness.

Rogge brushed her hand off her shoulder and said: "Can you help Nagini contact the wizard Boren? She needs a wand."

"The wand of the dark wizard?" The doubt in Lisa's eyes became more intense, and she was more curious about the witch Rogge brought.

She has lived in the British magic world for a long time, and has never heard of or seen a witch named "Nagini". Could it be that she is the assistant that Roger found from outside?

Lisa licked her lips unconsciously. Although she might not be as good as the other party in magic. But in other aspects, she firmly believed that she could beat Nagini.

"I can replace Nagini's position." Lisa thought to herself, and a warm and friendly smile quickly appeared on her face.

Although he did not completely obtain the wand manufacturing technology, Roger was 90% sure that he could get everything he wanted from Grandma Jonker.

As for the incomplete river monster wand notes in his hand, he could also ask Mr. Ollivander.

"After Barron was kidnapped by the Death Eaters, he was rescued by himself through Buck..." Roger smiled, "Voldemort is really a good man. After he dies, I must give him a trophy weighing one ton!"

"Well, to prevent him from resurrecting."

Roger did not choose to stay for a long time because of Lisa's charming curves and plump cheongsam. After a simple farewell to Nagini, he hurried into the fireplace.

In order to get Nagini to transport her wealth back to the British wizarding world first, Bellingrum kept bargaining with her.

"Brother, will you come to see me again?" Lisa asked coquettishly.

"Come..." As soon as the voice fell, a ball of emerald green flames suddenly burst out of the fireplace.

Lisa clenched her fists tightly, opened her thin lips and whispered: "Next time, I will definitely take you down."

She turned around and looked at Nagini, who was exuding a cold aura. No matter what price Bellingrum gave, she insisted on the freight of 1 galleon per mile, and did not give in.

"I will never reduce the freight price set by the master by even a cent." Nagini stared at the short goblin and said firmly, "I was originally going to fly around the world in an airship, but your request will make me fly nearly 10,000 miles more. This will increase the time it takes me to return to the master."

"If you don't accept this offer, unload the goods yourself and carry them back to the British wizarding world."

Bellinlum blew his beard and glared, and after holding it in for a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "If it weren't for the blockade of the wizarding world, I wouldn't use your broken airship at all!"

"Without the blockade of the wizarding world, your things wouldn't be able to exchange for so much wealth." Nagini used the same statement to counterattack, "Stingy goblin king, is the freight of only 5,000 galleons high?"

Bellinlum was choked by her fierce question and couldn't speak, so he had to look to Lisa for help.

It took out a cat's eye emerald the size of a pigeon egg from its pocket and asked earnestly, "Ms. Lisa, do you think Nagini's offer is reasonable?"

It hoped to use Lisa's power to exert pressure together and force Nagini to submit.

"This..." Lisa smiled sweetly and gently raised the gem in front of her eyes.

She looked at it against the light and said in a brisk tone, "Thank you for your gift, Mr. Bellinrum."

"But I'm just the manager of the Flash Golem House and I don't know much about your business." She slowly put the gem into the sachet, hugged her arms in front of her chest, and looked like a bystander.

Nagini snorted and warned: "Bellinlum, if you haven't decided whether to accept this offer before dawn."

"Either move those heavy containers and wooden boxes down yourself, or pay for their storage."

"The price set by the master is 1 Galleon per second, if the storage fee far exceeds their value. The items in the box can only be mortgaged to us until you pay all the fees."

"I..." Bellinlum covered his violently beating heart with both hands and fell to the ground in pain. It looked at the roof beams with lifeless eyes, feeling that it was being chopped hard by Roger like a piglet.

Lisa was beside it and added in a gentle tone: "There are still 5 and a half hours for the sun to rise, and there is not much time."

"Gem..."

"What gem? Isn't that the glass bead you gave me?" Lisa smiled cunningly, "Oh, Mr. Bellinlum, I always thought you were a real gentleman."

The goblin looked around helplessly at the two witches in the house with almost desperate eyes. I must have lost my mind, and actually wanted to use the gem to make Lisa stand on my side.

The other party was obviously the manager of the Flash Golem House. He must be good at taking advantage of the situation and raising the price just like that completely black-hearted Roger.

Originally, it only needed to pay another 5,000 Galleons to transport the boxes of wealth back. But now, it paid an extra fine gem.

Bellinrum swore in his heart: "After I go back, I will definitely make a batch of magic hot air balloons immediately! I will make sure that bastard Rogge can't make a single kart from me!"

No matter how vicious the words he cursed, he couldn't change the fate of paying another freight. Including the freight for the trip, it lost tens of thousands of galleons and a cat's eye green just for this trip.

Looking at the goblin's frustrated and furious look, Lisa and Nagini smiled at each other.

"They are just such a group of guys." Lisa kindly took Nagini's slightly cold hand and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to find the wand master. That guy is gloomy and hard to talk to."

"Hey, what about my stuff? I promised to pay for it!" Bellinrum hurriedly asked loudly.

"After I buy the wand, I'll ship it back to you..."

"I hate wizards!" Bellinrum muttered, "I hate the black-hearted Roger even more!"

"Ah...A-choo!" Roger, who had just walked out of the fireplace, covered his nose and sneezed violently. He blew his nose, suspecting that someone was saying bad things about him behind his back.

At this time, the green flame in the fireplace burned again. Roger quickly jumped away to prevent the person behind him from bumping into him.

The illusory shape of the flame gradually solidified, and Snape's stiff and cold face emerged from it. The two looked at each other in silence, feeling a little embarrassed, as if they were caught secretly surfing the Internet.

"Rogge (teacher)...you went out last night?" They asked almost in unison, and then nodded with a wry smile.

"The matter of the snake stabilizer..."

"There's no rush for that." Snape waved his hand tiredly and hung his coat on the hanger. "The principal is in a meeting at the Ministry of Magic. He may not be back for a while."

Rogge opened his mouth in surprise and asked quickly: "Ah, what happened? The principal can't even come back for Thanksgiving and Christmas?"

"That's right. You should have noticed the action tonight, right?"

"The rain?"

"That's right." Snape sighed and said solemnly: "The actions of the Order of the Phoenix were accused by the International Federation of Magic as a deliberate conspiracy.

Some people claim that Dumbledore tried to subvert the entire wizarding world. The actions of the Order of the Phoenix last night were for his own selfish interests, so he deliberately destroyed the secret negotiations between the Federation and the Dark Lord."

"So, the Dark Lord also went to the Ministry of Magic last night?" Rogge asked tentatively.

"He didn't dare show up, but he was in the magic world last night." Snape revealed this confidential information and immediately turned the topic elsewhere: "This was originally part of the principal's plan, but there was an accident in the actions of the Longbottoms."

In fact, Snape deliberately revealed some of the action intelligence on Halloween to Voldemort according to Dumbledore's careful deployment.

Voldemort thought that he was standing on the second floor and could plot against Dumbledore and others. However, he didn't know that Dumbledore was actually on the third floor, and he had put himself in a bigger trap.

Snape did not tell Roger about all of Dumbledore's plans. After all, the positions of the pure bloods were not completely consistent with Dumbledore.

What really shocked him tonight was that old Barty had secretly helped his son escape from prison many years ago.

The Aurors dug up Mrs. Crouch's remains from the abandoned cemetery of Azkaban, which became the decisive evidence.

The Ministry of Magic made a big fuss because of this bizarre prison escape scandal. The most sensational news in the British magic world today is probably this incident.

"You go to class." Snape waved his hand tiredly. He wanted to be alone and think about something seriously.

Although the action last night was motivated by wizards and Muggles, in the eyes of the authorities in various magical circles, Dumbledore was undoubtedly openly challenging and trampling on their authority.

Those thunderbirds carrying snake repellent potions were like octopus tentacles sticking out from the sky, suddenly inserting into other people's homes.

Except for the war faction of the Magical Congress of the United States, no politician was happy about the bold action of the Order of the Phoenix. It's like building a house with building blocks. It's just about to be capped, and suddenly someone kicks it.

Snape pressed his sore eye sockets with his fingers. The principal has lost his position as the chairman of the Federation. This time, I'm afraid Minister Amelia can't help him speak for him and let him continue to lead the Wizengamot.

In the next few days, whether it was newspapers or rumors on the streets, they discussed the crimes of old Barty with an unusual enthusiasm.

As for the failure of the snake-man virus, the counterattack of the American Magical Congress, Dumbledore's removal as the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, and a series of major events, they were all covered up by the Ministry of Magic with the trial.

While drinking milk, Roger carefully checked the newly arrived "Daily Prophet": Former Director of the Law Enforcement Department, Barty Crouch, will be tried tomorrow!

In the photo of the report, a haggard old man was tied tightly with several thick iron chains. Old Barty, who had sat in the circular courtroom countless times and sentenced others, now appeared in the defendant's position. How ironic!

"The trial results will be read out tomorrow. Now, you can't be called a criminal." Roger picked up the silver fork and stabbed it into the apple elegantly.

The reputation and glory that old Barty was proud of in the past have become the sharpest reverse blade at this moment, piercing his body with unforgettable wounds. Even if no one else took advantage of his misfortune, he has been stabbed with holes.

Now his reputation in the magic world has taken a sharp turn for the worse, even the rats in the stinking ditch seem more noble and righteous than him. Especially considering the series of bad consequences caused by Barty Jr.'s escape from prison, many wizards have called for him to be sentenced to death.

"Mom will go to the trial tomorrow." Rogge smiled, cut off the sharp and penetrating report with his sharp sword, and put it in his arms.

He opened the letter he received this morning. Jessica wrote tens of thousands of characters to vent her long-buried hatred for old Barty. Compared to killing old Barty directly to avenge her family, Jessica is more satisfied with his current fate.

All that old Barty was proud of was completely smashed to pieces in front of the Wizengamot's trial table. Even if he finally escaped into the arms of death, his ugly face will be nailed to the pillar of shame in the history of magic forever. Forever!

Seeing that his mother's knot was finally completely untied, Rogge was sincerely happy. As for the other indirect murderer, Voldemort, he will also grant him a glorious death after squeezing out the last bit of his value.

He then opened the second unsigned letter: "Barron Jonker is currently imprisoned in Wyoming and will be transferred to the Pennsylvania underground laboratory by goblin balloon soon."

"In addition, I am very happy to learn that old Barty is on trial. He was involved in the accusation against my father, former director Torquil Travis, which caused our family to lose influence on the Law Enforcement Department."

"Bless you, dear nephew, and hope you get excellent results in the OWLs exam."

Rogge put down his uncle Buck's letter and thought of the family portraits still in the Muggle books. Grandpa Torquil, Grandma Anne... If they were told this news, they would definitely sing and dance excitedly. However, the premise of telling them is that they can put aside their prejudices about the source of knowledge.

As for the intrigues in the Law Enforcement Department back then, he heard some of the situations from Lucius.

After Grindelwald entered Nurmengard, Torquil, who had monitored and forced Dumbledore, became the victim of the then Minister of Magic's apology to Albus.

It was also because of this that Theodore and Barker were unable to work in the Ministry of Magic after graduation.

They later joined the Death Eaters, believing that under Voldemort's leadership, they could regain the power and influence that the family had lost. Neither of them expected that this decision would lead the family to a dead end leading to a cliff.