A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Jessica's eyes flashed with anger, and she cursed Voldemort with the most vicious words she could think of.

"Damn snake-faced bastard!" She cursed in a low voice, "If he hadn't seduced so many pure-blood wizards to become Death Eaters, the power of the pure-blood family would not be so weak. We are the backbone of the magic world."

"I finally understand. As long as we can provide generous political funding to the Ministry of Magic, we are a sacred and generous pure-blood family. Otherwise..." She snorted disdainfully, her voice full of sarcasm, "Otherwise, we will become dark wizards polluted by pure-blood thoughts and be attacked by Dumbledore."

Rog listened to his mother's words and nodded gently. He reached out and stroked the exquisite dragon crystal magic mirror on the table, and then closed it.

The mother and son talked about the family's recent business again. The situation of the Flash Golem House was not optimistic and it was already out of pocket. However, the potion business was booming.

Many Muggle dignitaries have been buying snake repellent potions that can purify blood at high prices through the art gallery opened by the Travis family in the financial city. However, there is an upper limit to the amount of snake repellent potions that can be used, and this market will be saturated sooner or later.

"The British wizarding world is too small." Jessica stood up and walked to the window, looking at the snow-covered city, "The local wizard market alone cannot support the development of the family."

She waved to the house elves to prepare dinner, with some reluctance in her tone: "In the future, the focus of our business may have to shift to Muggles."

"Mom, is there any problem with the Ministry of Magic?" Roger raised his head and asked softly, "The Office of the Prohibition of the Abuse of Magic may have to use the Statute of Secrecy again."

"That was in the past." A mysterious smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "Now, magic and wizards are no longer a secret in the eyes of Muggle high-level officials. After all, the Dark Lord has made the whole The whole world is in a mess. "

"Some secrets, even Dumbledore can't hide. The International Federation of Magic is a group of greedy sniffers, thinking about how to grab territory after the war."

"At this time, who cares about the Statute of Secrecy?" Jessica shook her head slightly, with a bit of teasing in her tone, "They jointly removed Dumbledore from the position of president, just to plunder without restrictions."

"And..." She paused, with a bit of blame in her tone, "Why did you give the light and shadow powder business to the Greengrass family?"

Rogge smacked his lips and quickly lowered his head to stare at the empty plate, as if there was something interesting hidden in it.

As a new thing, the sales of the Dragon Crystal Mirror are not ideal. To this day, only the power institutions in the magic world are interested. As for newspapers and ordinary wizards, they still stick to tradition and are more accustomed to newspapers.

Thousands of years of cultural inertia are really difficult to change at one time. Most wizards prefer a leisurely and slow pace of life and are not adapted to fast and efficient new inventions.

In their words: pursue the ritual sense of life.

Jessica sighed, and didn't want to interfere too much in her son's emotional life. Now she deliberately mentioned it, just to let him not spend money to give things away.

Roger's eyes wandered on the gorgeous decoration of the restaurant, thinking secretly in his heart: "It seems that we need to find a new source of income for the family."

He spent most of his time in Hogwarts and didn't know much about the family business. In the past, when he came back from vacation, his mother Jessica never mentioned these things to him.

Now his mother couldn't help but mention the light and shadow powder. It must be the return of Voldemort and the turmoil in the magic world, which greatly affected the family business.

"Living in the days of uncertainty, who would have the leisure to hold a camera and take pictures?" He couldn't help but think of the Malfoy family, "Without the smuggling channel, their days would probably be even more difficult."

However, as long as they can master the method of making wands, the Travis family can become a wand family. This is a business that started a thousand years ago. More importantly, Roger is going to do the business of goblins' wands.

At this moment, Kreacher's familiar voice interrupted his thoughts. The loyal house elf walked in quickly and bowed deeply: "Master, a Ministry of Magic employee is visiting."

"Ministry of Magic?" Jessica smiled gently. She was secretly happy, thinking that the minister wanted to reward her son for his contribution to the rescue plan. So she hurriedly said, "Please ask him in."

However, Roger's reaction was beyond her expectations. He looked at the door with a serious look and said slowly: "Maybe he is here to ask for punishment."

"Asking for punishment?" Jessica's smile froze on her face, and her voice was full of confusion and worry.

"There was an accident during the rescue process. A survivor was accidentally thrown down and died by me."

After hearing this, Jessica's expression became serious and complicated, and her eyes were sharp.

Her brain was working fast, obviously thinking about the possible actions of the Ministry of Magic and how they should respond.

As a former Death Eater who walked out of Azkaban, her years of experience in the magic world allowed her to think of several possible countermeasures in just a few seconds.

"Rog." Jessica's voice was gentle and firm. "No matter what happens, remember, we are a family. We will face it together."

She did not ask Rog why he did this, because he was her son.

Jessica sipped the red wine gracefully, without any panic on her face.

Under the guidance of Kreacher, the two visitors walked into the restaurant. Percy Weasley walked in front, his steps were a little hurried, and his expression was very serious.

Following closely was Barron Jonker, holding the magic carpet that Rog gave him.

When Barron saw Roger, his eyes lit up. He walked quickly forward, almost trotting to Roger: "Sir, your magic carpet." There was a hint of excitement and gratitude in his voice.

Jessica glanced at Percy, and a trace of doubt rose in her heart: Could it be that the Ministry of Magic has not received the report yet?

Although Percy was a clerk in the Minister's Office, it was often the job of the Aurors to notify wizards to go to the Ministry of Magic for questioning. What's more, Roger was involved in a major case of accidentally killing wizards.

Roger looked at Barron's eager eyes, shook his head gently, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "I don't have the habit of taking back gifts."

Then, he turned to Percy and asked with concern: "How is it, Barron's various tests at St. Mungo's Magic Hospital are normal?"

Percy immediately replied: "His physique is a little weak, but there is no problem with his magic and body. Pay more attention to rest, and he will soon become a young man full of energy."

He secretly hinted to Roger with his eyes that some topics are not suitable for discussion in front of Barron.

Roger understood and said with a smile: "Barron, how about I take you to San Francisco later? Grandma Jonker has been waiting for you."

"Grandma?" Barron's tone became light, he opened his eyes wide and nodded quickly like a chicken pecking at rice, "She must be worried."

Roger patted Barron's shoulder gently and told Kreacher: "Kreacher, help him prepare."

Kreacher had served the Black family in the past, so he naturally knew that the master wanted to talk about important things. It bowed respectfully and led Barron out of the restaurant.

When their footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor, Percy looked at Mrs. Jessica with a sad face, as if he was considering how to start.

Finally, he took a deep breath and took out a report with the scent of ink from his sleeve.

"This is a report submitted to the Minister by Nymphadora Tonks, an Auror from the Law Enforcement Department."

"Ha..." Jessica couldn't help laughing when she heard the name of the person who wrote the report, "It sounds like a water fairy with a sex addiction."

Percy's cheeks were slightly hot. Many people in the Ministry of Magic secretly talked about Tonks' slightly indecent name.

Nymphadora comes from the Greek water fairy, but the pronunciation of this name is similar to a certain female organ. So Tonks doesn't like people calling her Nymphadora, but directly calls her last name.

"I know her, Sirius's niece, a genius in Transfiguration." Jessica elegantly put the hand holding the fork on her chin and invited: "Mr. Weasley, don't be restrained, please sit down and talk slowly."

"Thank you, ma'am." Percy sat down awkwardly, fiddling with the edge of his robe with his hands uncomfortably.

He raised his voice slightly: "There are some things about the report...you may not know yet. She mentioned in the report...some very sensitive and important things."

His eyes unconsciously drifted to Roger, who looked normal, as if listening to them discussing the changeable weather in London.

Jessica's lips curled up a smile: "Let me guess, does the report mention that my dear son Roger killed a survivor in this rescue operation?"

"You...you know..." Percy looked up suddenly and looked at Jessica in shock. He thought that Roger would keep this matter in his heart and dare not tell his family.

Feeling Jessica's sharp eyes, he sighed in his heart: "As expected of a witch who used to be a Death Eater, she is so indifferent to death. Even if her son killed someone, she remained indifferent."

He put the report on the table and said, "I have intercepted this report in advance. Minister Amelia has not seen Tonks' report yet."

"Thank you." Roger smiled and waved his wand, summoning the report with a flying spell, "Percy, you always think so thoughtfully. No wonder you can become the president of the student union."

He opened it with interest and quickly scanned the contents:

"...After the Death Eaters chased During the attack, the surviving wizards made inappropriate demands. They insisted on getting the Auror's wand and even asked for half of the flying broom. "

"Rog Travis tried to appease, but was insulted by a wizard. He immediately grabbed him out of the basket with his magic hand and finally dropped the wizard from a high altitude. "

"After removing many obstacles, I immediately controlled the flying broom to rush down to save people. However, I was a step late and witnessed the head of the person involved collide with the cold rock..."

"Well written, fairly objective." Rog chuckled and handed the report to his mother Jessica.

He turned to Percy, with a meaningful light in his eyes, "Percy, my old friend. I'm glad you still remember me, mind doing me a favor?"

Percy's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw the long-lost sunshine. He intercepted the report privately just to wait for this moment.

Recalling that when he graduated, it was the recommendation letter from the Travis family that allowed him to skip the layers of training for ordinary employees and directly become a clerk in the minister's office.

In terms of salary and status, it far surpassed his father Arthur, who had worked diligently for decades.

However, Percy had been stagnant in the position of clerk for too long and he was eager to improve.

Looking around the office, he could only see two future prospects: either become a minister's secretary or a consultant.

But the reality was cruel. Miss Percy helped Amelia ascend to the ministerial throne. Unless she resigned voluntarily, Percy had no chance to climb up.

"As for consultant..." Percy sneered in his heart, "The so-called consultant is just a flashy title. You can ask questions or not."

The power and status of the consultant depend entirely on the will of the Minister himself. However, the consultant will never become a powerful figure in the future of the Ministry of Magic.

"I need an opportunity." He took a deep breath, "an opportunity that allows me to fly out of the golden cage of the Minister's office."

His eyes fell on Roger, thinking in his heart.

In the past few years, he has collected a lot of intelligence. The relationship between the Travis family and the Department of Law Enforcement and the Department of Finance is so close that it is outrageous.

Especially Roger's grandfather, who used to be the director of the Department of Law Enforcement. In the era when Grindelwald was rampant, he even fought against Dumbledore.

"Of course, no problem, Mr. Roger." Percy smiled slightly flatteringly, with a hint of deliberate respect in his voice.

Rogge and his mother exchanged a meaningful look. Just when Percy thought he was about to succeed, Roger suddenly handed Tonks' report back.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat, "please follow the normal procedures and give this report to Minister Amelia."

"I will...what?!" Percy opened his eyes wide in surprise and couldn't help screaming.

He realized his own gaffe and hurriedly added: "No...I mean..."

His mind was a little confused for a while, and his thoughts were as chaotic as if he had been cast under a confusion spell.

"Shouldn't the murder be covered up?" He couldn't help asking.

Roger looked at his bewildered look and felt a little funny in his heart. Percy Weasley, wouldn't he be so naive that he thought he could threaten them with this?

"Mr. Percy." Roger's tone was still gentle, "As an excellent clerk, there's nothing wrong with screening information and arranging itineraries for the minister."

"But fairness and justice are the virtues that wizards must always abide by." He warned with a hidden needle.

Percy felt that his head was like a cooked prawn, red and steaming. He nodded mechanically like a puppet under the Imperius Curse, and hurriedly stuffed the report into the inner pocket of his robe.

"I... I understand. I'll go... find the minister." He stammered and rushed out of the room almost as if he was escaping.

Jessica slowly cut off a small piece of lamb chop and put it into her mouth. She chewed it carefully, as if savoring the funny scene of Percy's embarrassed escape: "Oh, the Weasley family is really interesting."

Her voice was full of sarcasm: "A family that doesn't value power has raised an ambitious person who doesn't fit in."

"Humph, is he too different, or do the Weasleys have greater ambitions?"

She put down her knife and fork and continued: "As soon as the child opened his mouth, he exuded a sour smell of self-righteousness. Does he think that intercepting a report can help a lot? Or does he want our Travis family to be grateful to him?"

Rog shrugged and said lightly: "The scenery you see is naturally different when you stand at a different height."

"He thought that killing wizards was an unforgivable heinous crime and believed that I would be very panicked. But what about the reality?" He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and chuckled: "The magic world has plenty of ways to get away with it."

Rog's eyes pierced through the crimson wine, and his thoughts gradually diverged. Whether in the past life or this life, as long as the price is right, even the felony of assassinating the president can be escaped unscathed. What's more, he is an unknown American wizard.

"It's still unclear whether there will be an American magic world in the future." He murmured.

Jessica frowned slightly, with a hint of worry in her voice: "Although there are reasons, I'm afraid some people will not let go."

Her fingers tapped the table lightly, as if calculating potential enemies: "The family has become much stronger in recent years, but it is inevitable that it has offended many people. I don't know how many people will stand on our side this time."

"Yes, I am also looking forward to visiting the Wizengamot again."

The mother and son smiled at each other and raised their glasses tacitly. The crystal glasses collided lightly, making a crisp sound.

After a while, Kreacher walked into the restaurant with a brand new Barron. The new clothes made the young man look a lot more energetic.

Barron bowed deeply to Roger and Jessica, his eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you."

"It's okay, Barron." Roger smiled gently, stood up from his seat, and adjusted his robe. "Let's go now. When we get to San Francisco, we may be able to catch Grandma Jonker's lunch."

"Ah?" Barron blinked in confusion and looked at the wall clock. "But it's already eight o'clock in the evening."

"This is eight o'clock in the UK." Roger waved goodbye to his mother, and then took Barron into the fireplace. "There is an eight-hour time difference between London and San Francisco. When we get there, it will still be noon there."

While explaining astronomy to Barron, he sprinkled Floo powder, "The Flash Golem House, 32 Glass Lane, San Francisco."