A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

The echoing wolf howls and the exploding spells were constantly impacting the fragile hearts of the survivors.

The sky was filled with white clouds, like a vast snowfield. It hid countless pairs of greedy eyes, ready to pounce on them at any time.

"No, I can't stand it!" Suddenly, a thin young man collapsed and screamed.

He held his head with both hands, curled up his body, and made a heartbreaking whimper. "Please, send me back! I would rather be treated as a guinea pig in the laboratory than be trapped here and wait to die!"

Panic spread rapidly among the crowd like an invisible plague. More and more survivors began to become restless, some sobbed in a low voice, some muttered to themselves, and even a few brave ones had begun to try to flip out of the hanging basket in an attempt to escape from this suffocating cage.

"Come back!" Bellinrum growled, with a cold light in his eyes.

He didn't need to chant a spell, just gently waved his wand, and an invisible force hit the Muggle who had already leaned out half of his body. The man's eyes rolled up and he fell limp in the basket.

Rogge noticed that this kind of magic similar to "fainting" was completely different from that of wizards in terms of casting movements. Obviously, goblins have their own unique magic system.

"Hey, man, you are my money, a full 200 Galleons!" Bellinrum shouted strangely, pointing his wand at other frightened Muggles unceremoniously, threatening them to roll back to the basket.

In his eyes, these Muggles are just a batch of disobedient goods. He must take measures once and for all to keep these stupid guys quiet.

Otherwise, they will not only cause financial losses to themselves, but also may ruin their "reputation".

"Anyway, you will be cast into the forgetfulness spell." He muttered in a low voice and cast a complex spell.

A soft blue light enveloped the basket full of Muggles, and they instantly fell into a peaceful sleep.

"Hey, I'm such a genius." He boasted.

The Aurors around the hot air balloon witnessed all this, with mixed emotions written on their faces. Although they were disgusted with Bellingrum's behavior, no one stopped him.

Because this is the best way to control the situation. Let a treacherous goblin be the villain, at least the Aurors' consciences will be better.

If wizards cast spells on Muggles, they will be investigated and questioned by the Ministry of Magic. Maybe they will be sent to the Wizengamot for trial.

At this moment, the wizards in another basket suddenly became agitated.

A male wizard with a thick beard stood up and shouted in a righteous voice: "Hurry up and throw those useless Muggles down!"

"We are wizards, noble wizards! How can we be dragged down by these garbage!"

"Empty their baskets and we can reduce the burden on each hot air balloon. In this way, we can fly higher and faster!"

"That's right!" The wizards around echoed one after another, like a group of hungry wolves, "Throw away the Muggles! We need wands, wands!..."

"We also need brooms!" said another voice.

Their behavior at this moment was like a crazy demonstration, and everyone rushed to put forward sophisticated and selfish suggestions, trying to give themselves a better chance of escape.

"Two people ride on a broom, so that we can move forward as fast as a whirlwind! The Aurors should give us half of the brooms, and the magic carpet..."

When Roger heard these words, a dangerous light flashed in his eyes. He turned around slowly, and the tip of the wand flashed an ominous red light, as if a deadly spell would burst out at any time.

"Shut up!" His voice was deep and powerful, and he cursed mercilessly: "You bunch of rubbish who can't even keep your own wands, you still have the nerve to make demands?"

The hanging basket was suddenly silent, and the noisy wizards turned their heads and glared at Rogge.

Bellinrum laughed contemptuously, and the corners of his mouth raised a mocking arc: "Roar, wizards are best at internal fighting."

He narrowed his eyes and rubbed his thumb and index finger together: "Rogge, do you want me to help you take care of these brave wizards. 100 Galleons per person..."

"If you want to be arrested by the International Federation of Magic, please do so." His eyes were like a sharp razor, slowly passing through the throats of these wizards, and everyone swallowed their saliva involuntarily.

"You have lived to this age, but you haven't even mastered wandless spellcasting, and you still want to drag down the Aurors who protect you. Humph, what are you up to? Are you waiting to be defeated one by one by the Death Eaters?"

The air was filled with a tense atmosphere, and some people lowered their heads in shame.

"You are a bitch's son of a bitch." The tall wizard cursed at Rogge, and every word he spit out was modified by fuck, and saliva splashed everywhere: "Give me the wand quickly..."

Before he finished speaking, an invisible magic hand, like a hydraulic clamp, tightly grasped his throat. The tall wizard was speechless for a moment, and could only open his mouth and breathe in vain, with his two eyeballs protruding out like a dead fish.

A cold smile appeared on Rogge's face, and he slowly raised his wrist. As he moved, the invisible magic hand rose rapidly under the control of the wand.

The sturdy wizard's toes left the ground first, and then he was pulled out of the basket and hung in the air, his legs kicking helplessly.

"Rogge." Dalish noticed the commotion here and shouted hurriedly, "Don't be impulsive, put him down quickly."

Rogge shook his neck slightly, turning a deaf ear to Dalish's words. "Who else wants a wand, or..." He paused and said with a smile: "Want to try floating in the air?"

The wizard hanging in the air felt the magic hand relax slightly, and finally he was able to breathe with difficulty. However, he still couldn't speak, and could only convey his inner feelings with his eyes.

His eyes were fixed on Rogge, with both the flames of hatred burning in his eyes and the ice of fear condensing. Deep in his heart, he secretly swore that as long as he could get the wand back, he would kill this arrogant kid as soon as possible.

Rogge didn't care about his psychological activities at all, and he didn't even bother to give eye contact. In his opinion, the wizard had already written his own death notice the moment he spoke rudely.

"Should I let you go?"

The wizard nodded quickly when he heard the words, making a humming sound as if to apologize.

"I'm sorry, I don't accept your apology." His tone was as calm as water. Under the other party's frightened eyes, it seemed as if he was talking about an insignificant matter: "But I can agree to your request-let you go."

The wizard felt the invisible fingers leave his neck one by one, his breathing gradually became smoother, and his face could make more and more vivid expressions.

A glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, thinking that he was forgiven.

"You are free." There was a hint of lightness in Rogge's tone.

"Ah~~" The shrill scream resounded through the sky, like a long and terrifying lullaby. The sound came from near to far, wandering from bottom to top, and gradually disappeared in the air.

The other wizards in the hanging basket stared at this scene in amazement, some covered their mouths, and some trembled.

Bellinlum let out a low laugh, "Wonderful performance, Rogge. It seems that you are more... creative than I thought."

An Auror in the team wanted to rush down to save people, but under Rogge's heavy obstacles, it was like being stuck in a quagmire and unable to move.

"Rogge, you murderer." The Auror roared angrily, and at the same time, he suddenly lifted the mask.

The disguised face faded like water, revealing Tonks's face twisted by anger.

"Maybe." He said coldly, and then turned to ask the trembling wizard in the hanging basket, "Tell me, how long will it take to touch the ground after falling from a height of 1,000 meters?"

Silence. No one dared to answer, and everyone lowered their heads to avoid Rogge's sharp eyes.

"Tsk tsk tsk~" He shook his head, his eyes swept across everyone's face, "14.28 seconds. The current altitude is about 4,000 feet, so..."

"It's almost time." Rogge turned to Tonks, and a provocative smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Miss Tonks, are you fast enough?"

Before he finished speaking, the obstacles on Tonks were removed.

She didn't hesitate at all, regardless of the playful smile in Rogge's eyes, and dived down like a rocket.

"7, 6..." Rogge began to count down, like an accurate clock: "3, 2, 1!"

"Bang~" He made a resonant sound, which frightened the wizards in the hanging basket and made them tremble uncontrollably.

Some people screamed in repressed fear, while others held on to the people around them tightly, as if they could feel safe in this way.

Rogge was very satisfied with their current performance and reminded them in a serious voice: "Gentlemen and ladies, please shut your mouths, keep quiet, and follow the arrangements."

"This is not the door of the Magical Congress of the United States. You are not allowed to use gangster-like protests to seize wealth."

His voice was cold and merciless: "You who have lost your wand and cannot cast spells are no different from those Muggles. In my eyes, you are all useless trash."

"Also, don't forget that I am your creditor. Do you understand?"

The wizards in the hanging basket looked at each other, not understanding what he meant. But they didn't dare to ask, so they could only grit their teeth and remain silent.

"In order to rescue you, we crossed the ocean and risked our lives on this Christmas that should have been a warm day. Even if we don't mention the life-saving grace, each of you owes me 200 Galleons for the boat ticket."

He couldn't help but laugh helplessly: "But how did you treat us? Haha, you even shamelessly asked us for wands and brooms, and even asked the Aurors to give up their brooms."

"What's the next step?" Roger's voice gradually became sharp, "Are you going to let us cover your back so that you can escape? Or are you going to stab us in the back and kneel in front of the Death Eaters and beg, 'I didn't run away, they kidnapped me.'"

He took a deep breath and continued: "Your ancestors betrayed the British wizarding world in the name of freedom. But as a British wizard, I still respect your choice and am willing to give you freedom."

"Now, right here, on this free land. You can choose freedom or abide by my discipline."

At this moment, Tonks flew towards him angrily. Her hair exploded with anger, and her eyes were burning with anger.

Rogge whispered to himself: "It seems that you are not fast enough to pull back the guy who was enjoying the free fall."

"You are committing murder! How can you treat innocent people like this?" Tonks could no longer bear it. She pointed her wand at Rogge, with sparks of anger flashing in her eyes.

"Expelliarmus!" She shouted, and a red light shot out from the tip of the wand.

"Innocent?" Roger waved his wand easily and deflected the spell: "Do you think I am more dangerous, or these rubbish who are trying to disrupt the team?"

Tonks opened her mouth and wanted to refute, but she didn't say anything in the end. She knew that the Aurors couldn't resist the Death Eaters and take care of the survivors of the riot. Otherwise, they wouldn't sit and watch Bellingrum knock out all the Muggles.

But even if what Roger said made sense, she still couldn't forgive him in her heart. That was a human life, not a light dandelion that could be blown away by the wind.

"Expel your weapons and bind tightly." At the moment when she was distracted, Roger seized the opportunity and waved his wand quickly.

Two spells hit Tonks in succession. Her wand flew out of her palm, and her body was instantly tied up tightly by invisible ropes.

"Wand fly." Roger put her wand on her belt and handed her over to Bellingrum for care.

"I will report your behavior to the Ministry of Magic!" Tonks struggled, tears in her eyes, but more of anger.

"Report it." Rogge used the Silencing Charm, and Tonks' voice stopped abruptly.

"After we arrive at our destination safely, you can report whatever you want. But now, we still have a group of Death Eaters to deal with."

"My mission is to ensure that you return home safely, this is my promise. As for them..." He pointed at the group of wizards and Muggles, "As long as they don't commit suicide, they won't die."

This sentence is like a knife, hanging over everyone's head.

"Everyone, please be polite." Rogge had a faint smile on his lips, and his voice was so soft that it was almost a whisper, but everyone could hear it clearly: "If you want to kill me or report me to the Ministry of Magic, you must be patient."

"I just want you to understand a simple truth. This is a wilderness, there is no morality and law to protect the weak. Respecting the strong is the only guarantee for you, a bunch of trash, to survive."

The air seemed to solidify, no one dared to speak, and even breathing became cautious.

"Now, does anyone want a wand? Or ask the Aurors to give up their brooms?"

The wizards in the hanging basket shook their heads hurriedly, like timid quails, saying nothing.

Rogge nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, I hope everyone can cooperate sincerely and arrive safely in the British wizarding world."

Dawlish flew over with a heavy face, holding the wand, his eyes fell on Tonks who was in a cricket pupa, "Sorry, I didn't know she replaced Hardy."

"Do you want to..." He approached Rogge, made a gesture of wiping his neck, and lowered his voice and said: "I can keep other Aurors silent."

Rogge shook his head, showing a confident look: "No, I'm actually looking forward to the reaction of the Wizengamot."

"Looking forward?" Dawlish looked at Rogge in surprise, as if he couldn't understand his thoughts.

The incident has already happened, and there are so many witnesses, it is impossible to hide it. On the bright side, these wizards will keep quiet next, and no longer chatter and interfere with their actions.

"Keep moving forward." Dawlish ordered decisively.

Although delayed for a while by the episode, surprisingly, Youer seemed to be afraid of Rogge's magic and still hid in the clouds.

He howled a few times from time to time, urging his men to continue harassing the Aurors. However, this wolf attack tactic did not produce the expected effect.

Compared with the Death Eaters who followed, the wizards in the basket were more worried about the "little devil" waving his wings. They were afraid that they would say something wrong and be thrown out of the basket by Rogge.

"It's better to live than to die. After all, Rogge didn't give up even the Muggles, so he shouldn't give up on himself who owes money." Many people secretly comforted themselves.

"Why haven't we left the sea of ​​clouds yet." Dalish flew to Rogge, opened the cover of his pocket watch and glanced at it, frowning, "Are we lost? After flying for half an hour, the surroundings are still the same."

"It should be the influence of the spell." Rogge shook his head. The clouds only obscured the vision, not the maze. "We have entered Maine. If everything goes well, we can leave the American magic world in ten minutes."

Suddenly, the surrounding clouds began to become thicker and thicker at an unnatural speed. The clouds were like expanding cotton, pressing towards them little by little. This abnormal phenomenon made everyone feel uneasy.