A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Rogge originally approached Delis to cooperate with him just to save people and get the wand-making technology "by the way".

As a student at Hogwarts and an outstanding wizard from Slytherin, kindness and justice are like the hot liquid accumulated in the bladder, so hot that it is amazing.

"Delix, when we get there, the goblin will take us to our destination." He whispered.

After Belinrum returned to the Fairy Palace, he soon led his greedy tribesmen to build hundreds of magic hot air balloons. Taking advantage of the wizarding world's blockade of the Dark Lord, they obtained a large amount of wealth from the Death Eaters through smuggling.

As long as they give money, the goblins can not only help escort the captives to Baldwin's gloomy laboratory, but also help other dark wizards to defect to Voldemort.

His original plan did not include destroying Baldwin's laboratory. But things suddenly took a disturbing turn: Baldwin found a way to enhance the snake-man virus.

According to information secretly leaked by Buck, Baldwin has found all the elements and components needed to assemble the second-generation virus. If not for Bella's other demands, the new virus would have begun to spread.

"That's not inferior to dragon pox." He murmured in a low voice, his eyes shining with determination.

Rogge never underestimated the wisdom of other wizards, and this caution allowed him to take the initiative in several incidents.

Therefore, this combat operation must be resolute and decisive. Not only must they rescue the innocent wizards who were used as experimental materials, but they must also completely destroy Baldwin's evil laboratory.

"Everyone, don't rush out yet." He shouted softly, attracting everyone's attention: "This is a batch of magic equipment that I made urgently."

Rogge took out several strange-looking crow masks from a seemingly ordinary suitcase. These masks have large round lenses that look like two full moons at first glance, and the slender, dark beaks give people an ominous yet mysterious feeling.

"The slender beak can filter harmful substances in the air, and the lenses can synchronize the information you see."

"Synchronized information? What does this mean?" Delis couldn't help but be curious, put the mask on his face, and immediately exclaimed, "Merlin's beard!"

Delis found that his field of vision instantly expanded to an astonishing 270 degrees. Almost everything around him is visible except the back of his head. This sudden change in vision made it difficult for his brain to adapt for a while, and his whole body was swaying as if he was drunk.

"Feeling like a bird." His arms were flailing in the air, trying to stabilize his center of gravity.

Seeing his slightly funny look, Rogge couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry, just get used to it. Your brain will soon get used to this new visual experience."

As he spoke, he distributed the masks to other Aurors, "Exactly 100..."

However, Delux's brain didn't adapt right away and he continued to struggle. "Roger, I'm even more dizzy," he said.

"Me too..." Other people wearing masks complained, and some even took off the crow masks directly, with discomfort and confusion written on their faces.

"Sorry, gentlemen." Rogge looked around. Only a few people could adapt to the new perspective.

He sighed helplessly, with a slightly tougher tone, "I understand this discomfort, but please listen to me. According to the latest information I received, the newly created virions in the laboratory can already cause harm to wizards. These Masks are our only protection."

Seeing that everyone still had hesitant expressions on their faces, he had no choice but to tell how to turn it off: "If you really can't adapt, you can press the button on the eyebrow of the mask to turn off the vision function. At least the function of filtering the air will be retained."

After hearing this, everyone felt as if they had received an amnesty and quickly pressed their foreheads according to the method Rogge said. Almost instantly, their perspective returned to normal, with expressions of relief on their faces.

Delis rubbed his swollen temples and sighed with relief: "You could have told me earlier. To be honest, I think this function is useless at all."

Rogge raised his eyebrows and disagreed with his opinion: "You don't know the good stuff, Delis. Let me teach you a lesson for the professors at Hogwarts."

He cleared his throat and explained the importance of this function: "The normal viewing angle range of a person is usually around 124 degrees. Try it, put your hand flat on the corner of your eye, and then draw it parallel to your side. Don't move your head. Just use your eyes. You'll find you can't see it."

He made a demonstration and then said: "More importantly, in situations of high concentration, such as in combat, the viewing angle range will be directly reduced to an astonishing 25 degrees.

This means that you won't be able to detect the spells coming from other directions. "

"Imagine that when you focus on the enemy in front of you, you can also detect the magic spells flying from the side. This is our advantage."

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked thoughtfully at the masks in their hands. Everyone was weighing the importance of expanding their field of vision.

However, the silence was soon broken by an Auror. His voice was full of disdain and a hint of anger: "Listen, kid. We are trained Aurors, not brats who have not graduated. One to many... Huh, we are already familiar with the road, there is no need to talk about it. Come teach.”

"Sir, you did not question the Auror's professionalism." The expression on Rogge's face did not change at all, and his voice remained gentle: "I am just doing my best to provide additional protection for everyone's safety."

He looked around and scanned the faces of each Auror without timidity: "The anti-curse robes, Arcadia amulets, and telescopic magic threads you are wearing are all provided by me. I have no intention of debating who is right and who is wrong, especially Before a tough battle, I just want to say that these equipment can make you stronger and complete the task better."

"Come home safely, spend time with your family and have a beautiful Christmas."

His calm words had undoubted power and touching warmth. The arrogance in the Auror's eyes slowly faded, and the unconvinced look on his face disappeared.

Despite this, there are still some people who do not agree with the little wizard in front of them who has not graduated.

Sensing this subtle change in the atmosphere, Rogge smiled softly: "If you think my words are unconvincing, you might as well think of Mad Eye Moody."

"Mad-Eye, his magic eye is very powerful." The Aurors began to whisper, their voices full of awe and admiration.

A wizard in the corner was chewing gum and staring thoughtfully at the crow mask in his hand.

"Yes, no one will question Mr. Moody's strength, even if he has retired." Rogge nodded, with a hint of respect in his voice: "He is the person who said the famous saying of 'Always be vigilant.'"

"Isn't his magic prosthetic eye just to expand his field of vision and prevent sneak attacks?"

Everyone nodded, completely agreeing with Rogge's view. So someone asked: "Does this have anything to do with masks?"

"Of course! The crow mask in your hands has similar functions to his magic eye."

"Equipment is part of strength. Without the magic eye, Moody would never be so powerful." He pointed to the lens on the mask and continued: "The magic eye allows him to see 360 ​​degrees without any blind spots." Everything around it can even penetrate walls."

"This gives him the opportunity to discover and attack before the enemy."

"Although my mask is not as powerful as the Magic Eye, it can significantly expand your perspective. What's more, if masks with the same frequency come together, you can share your perspective with others."

This sentence caused a burst of exclamation and discussion. Delis couldn't help but ask: "You mean, we can see what our teammates see? But, if there are too many fields of view, will our heads be messed up?"

"Don't worry, Delis. The mask will combine these perspectives, allowing you to control everything around you in your own vision. It's like a panorama, but more intuitive."

He paused and then said: "If you really have difficulty adapting, you can rotate the lenses and slowly expand the viewing angle from the normal. This will allow you to gradually adapt to the new visual experience."

After listening to Rogge's explanation, the Aurors all stared down at their masks, with curiosity and a hint of hesitation in their eyes.

Many people had fought side by side with Moody, and they recalled the appearance of the magic eye in battle: like a three-axis top, spinning crazily in its eye socket.

In front of him, behind him, above his head, under his feet... Moody was switching perspectives every moment, monitoring everything around him.

Delis took a deep breath, silently turned on the switch on his forehead, and tried to adapt to the changes brought about by the new perspective. As the director of the Law Enforcement Department, he secretly vowed to never be weaker than a retired cripple.

"Wow, it's quite fun." The wizard in the corner suddenly said, with a hint of excitement in his voice.

He subconsciously blew the gum into a big bubble and then bit it with a "pop" sound.

This little gesture made everyone around laugh and relieved some of the tension.

Rogge couldn't help but turn his head to look at the wizard blowing bubble gum. Sensing Rogge's gaze, the man quickly lowered his head and quickly put the chewing gum on his lips back into his mouth, as if nothing had happened.

He approached Delis, gently tapped his waist with his elbow, and asked in a low voice: "Delix, are you sure these Aurors are okay?" There was obvious doubt in his eyes.

"Don't worry, there will definitely be no problem." Delis patted his chest and was slowly adapting to the new perspective, "I have carefully selected these people one by one. They are not very capable, but they have never been promoted in the department. Opportunity."

He put his hand on Rogge's shoulder to maintain balance and whispered: "And this matter was ordered by the minister himself. That annoying spirit Arthur is in the hospital. Dumbledore will definitely not know about tonight's actions."

Rogge glanced at him suspiciously. He knew clearly that there was more to the Ministry of Magic than Arthur. The only good thing is that the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters are sworn enemies. Their interests are consistent in rescuing the hostages and destroying the laboratory.

The wizard who caught his attention just now had put on a raven mask and looked just like any other Auror. Rogge deeply suspected that Tonks had used the transformation technique to sneak in. However, now is not the time to pursue the matter.

"Remember, our mission is of vital importance. It is not only related to the safety of the magical world, but also affects the pattern of the entire world. Gentlemen, stay vigilant and cooperate with each other, and you will return victorious today!"

"Departure, destination: Rhode Island and Providence Manor Colony." Delis's voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the air.

Following the order, the Aurors stepped into the floo network one after another. Green flames engulfed their figures, and under the careful arrangements of the Transportation Department, they quickly reached the hidden node of Rhode Island.

It's Christmas today and the Ministry of Magic is still busy.

Under the control of the Department of Transportation, a large number of Floo Network lines in the British wizarding community are occupied. Harry and others, who were rushing from the Burrow to Black Manor, were temporarily thrown into the nearest fireplace one by one.

Looking at the strange wizard outside the fireplace, everyone in the room looked confused. Harry apologized and recited the spell again, but there was no response from the fireplace.

At the same time, Delis and his team were secretly and quickly leaving the British magical world. Enter the last floo network node in Death Eater territory.

Although Rhode Island is the smallest state in the United States, it has the longest state name. What's more interesting is that it is incompatible with the surrounding northern states and retains the characteristics of southern states: plantation culture.

After the Dark Lord and Death Eaters invaded America, this small land was controlled by Buck Travis.

Roger's uncle has a strong pure-blood plot and is even more obsessed with the architectural style of the Victorian era. He used magic and an army of millions of snakemen to clear the entire territory of modern buildings.

Not only that, he also restored the damaged forests, rivers and lakes in the territory, turning the entire state of Rhode Island into an independent manor.

As the green flames rose in the fireplace, Delis was the first to set foot on this Death Eater territory. Half a second later, Rogge walked out; the third, the fourth...

Under the clever control of the Department of Transportation, a hundred Aurors were secretly teleported to the other side of the Atlantic within one minute.

"Gentlemen, please follow me." A house elf speaking with a London accent stood outside the fireplace. He smiled and turned sideways, politely showing off the long-awaited hippogriff carriage on the road.

Each carriage is in the style of the Victorian era, with enclosed carriages, elaborate curtains and lighting. Every detail shows the wealth and taste of the other party.

"The master is waiting for you all at the main building of the manor. Although this journey is not far, taking into account the magical barriers and terrain changes in the territory, riding a carriage is the safest and most comfortable option."

"This..." Many Aurors immediately drew out their wands and looked around them warily.

Only then did they realize that the place where the building should have been had been replaced by dense trees and jungle. The solitary fireplace seems to have become an abrupt presence, out of tune with the surrounding natural landscape.

"Don't be nervous." Upon seeing this, Rogge quickly spoke out to comfort him, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "This pure-blooded gentleman who cooperates with us has a strong desire to compare. These exaggerated retro transformations should be what the male peacock shows off. Way."

"Master Rogge." The house elf standing aside looked up at Rogge and carefully explained: "This is the master's wish. As Terra..."

"Shut your mouth." Rogge suddenly interrupted sharply, a warning look flashed in his eyes, "Go back and tell Mr. Peacock not to die."

He immediately turned to the other Aurors, indicating that they should ignore the waiting carriage outside and leave directly with the help of a flying broom.

Although the house elf didn't say much, those present were experienced Aurors. Just from these few conversations, they were keenly aware that there seemed to be an unusual relationship between the Death Eaters here and Rogge.

When everyone got on their brooms and rose into the air, Delis quietly approached Rogge and asked in a low voice: "It can't be your uncle, right?"

His eyes swept across the vast manor below, and he couldn't help but complain: "Look at the manor below, damn, can't it be smaller? It's too arrogant, too public, too..."

Rogge slightly slowed down the flapping speed of Daedalus' wings and lowered his head to look down at the scene below him.

The scale of the manor is indeed staggering, with sharp towers reaching into the sky, turrets and pediments interconnected to form complex and exquisite decorations. Rows of vertical lines, huge Roman columns, and neat gardens are like a rectangular jewel with 52 sides, stretching across the earth.

"A dojo in a snail shell." Rogge cursed in a low voice, his tone full of ridicule and a trace of speechlessness that was hard to conceal. He immediately adjusted his direction and led the team to fly north.