A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

As the gavel fell, the Wizengamot fell into an unprecedented silence. Suddenly, a clear and firm voice broke the silence.

"I'm proud of you, Roger!" Jessica stood up first, with tears in her eyes and clapping her hands excitedly. This sound seemed to be a signal, instantly igniting the atmosphere of the entire hall.

Immediately afterwards, Lucius of the Malfoy family stood up gracefully, his iconic long platinum hair shining in the light.

"This is the perseverance of pure blood!" There was a hint of pride in his deep voice.

The pure-blood wizards stood up one after another, and applause came like a flood. In their eyes, Rogge's victory not only belongs to the individual, but also to all pure-blood families.

However, members of the Wizengamot had a completely different interpretation.

In their eyes, Rogge defended the majesty of the entire British wizarding world. Not only did he bring down MACUSA, he also exposed their cowardly nature.

As the discussion heated up, the applause became more enthusiastic. The Aurors in the audience were even more excited and couldn't contain themselves, cheering one after another.

"Rogg! Rogge!" they shouted in unison, their faces filled with sincere joy. They like Rogge from the bottom of their hearts, and they like this good wizard who is powerful, lawful, and takes care of his teammates.

Rogge dares to do things they dare not do; Rogge dares to deal with hostages they dare not; Rogge dares to question the authority they dare not!

Rogge stood in the center with firm eyes. He looked around and saw the admiration and trust in the Aurors' eyes.

He remembered his promise to his teammates and in the virus laboratory... He fulfilled his promise and won respect in this trial.

Integrity, perseverance, and courage are all qualities that shine through in Rogge. Unknowingly, he is becoming a role model and symbol in every Auror's heart.

Little James and others gritted their teeth and glanced sideways at Rogge who had won. They couldn't figure it out. Even though they were fully prepared, the other party could escape unscathed.

"Wizengamot!" This group of people roared viciously in their hearts, "When we take back the east coast, Congress's subpoena will make you regret today's decision! Death penalty, he must be sentenced to death and sunk into the mercury pool of the death chamber! "

Just as the American wizards were about to leave, Rogge suddenly raised his hand, instantly attracting everyone's attention. The noise in the hall receded like a tide, and all eyes were focused on him.

"Everyone," Rogge's voice was steady and powerful, echoing in the silent hall, "during the trial, I noticed something unusual. Someone whispered in my ear, and what's even more disturbing is that the other party tried to use Legilimency probes my brain."

"Roger, are you sure?" Amelia looked solemn and scanned the audience with sharp eyes.

Legilimency is not included in the category of dark magic for various reasons, but using it so blatantly in the Wizengamot is undoubtedly a blatant contempt for the authority of the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot.

She turned her head sharply, her eyes piercing little James like lightning. The questioning and scrutiny in those eyes made little James shudder.

Feeling the unkind looks from around him, little James turned pale.

"Don't talk nonsense!" he shouted, his voice slightly sharp due to nervousness: "I swear to Merlin, I will never use Legilimency on Mr. Rogge."

"If you don't believe it, you can use the flashback spell to check..."

"Not Mr. James." Rogge shook his head slightly, interrupting his defense.

He glanced at Dumbledore and continued: "I suspect that an uninvited guest sneaked in."

"who?"

"Voldemort." His tone was very calm, but every word carried the weight of a thousand pounds.

People's hearts suddenly twitched, an unknown chill swept through their bodies, and the blood in their bodies solidified.

In panic, the wizards took out their wands one after another and glanced back and forth with vigilant eyes, as if the Dark Lord would jump out of some corner at any time.

"Albus?" Amelia looked at the old wizard and asked cautiously: "Have you noticed it?"

Dumbledore nodded slowly, and his steps across the aisle were steady and powerful, giving people an inexplicable sense of security.

When he came to the center of the room, his blue eyes carefully inspected every corner of the Wizengamot.

"He is indeed here." Dumbledore said with certainty, with a hint of worry in his voice: "Voldemort used dark magic to turn a certain wizard into his doll."

"Doll? Like the dummy in the window?"

"That's right." Dumbledore thought as he explained: "When a wizard opens his soul to him, his body will be completely controlled by the other person."

"Voldemort is like a puppet master who hides behind the scenes. He can see and hear everything in the outside world through the doll, and he can also use the doll's body to speak and perform magic."

As Dumbledore explained, the entire Wizengamot fell into a suffocating silence.

Everyone looked at the companions around them warily, wondering whether each other was the controlled "doll". Fear was like an invisible net, covering the entire hall, weighing heavily on my heart.

"Then~Mr. Albus, is he still here?" Little James's voice trembled, full of wavy lines like a sheep's cry, "He didn't come in person, right?"

"Is there any difference?" Rogge's wand flashed with dangerous light, ready to release powerful magic at any time.

The phoenix standing on his shoulder felt his thoughts, spread its wings alertly, and observed everything around it.

"Whether it's a person or a doll, the threat is the same."

Dumbledore was very troubled in his heart, and a trace of imperceptible worry flashed in his blue eyes. He turned to the members of the Order and whispered something so softly that it was almost inaudible.

Immediately, the Longbottoms, Kingsley, Sirius and others rushed out of the Wizengamot and ran towards the upper floors of the Ministry of Magic.

"Albus?" Amelia took a deep breath and clenched her hands tightly into fists hidden in her sleeves. "You know why he came here, right?"

"He is looking for something." Dumbledore met her eyes and expressed his worries: "If Voldemort uses the doll to contain us, I will take the opportunity to enter the Ministry of Magic to search..."

He shook his head and did not say "Prophecy Ball".

"What is he looking for?"

"I can't say this." Dumbledore refused decisively, and then asked about a seemingly unrelated matter: "I want to know, who proposed this inquiry?"

Rogge captured the profound meaning of Dumbledore's words, "Headmaster, do you suspect there is more than one doll wizard here?"

"On the last night of the holiday, the Ministry of Magic's defenses are empty. If the only remaining wizards come to the Wizengamot to watch the excitement, other floors of the Ministry of Magic will become vulnerable."

"That is to say, the person who initiated the inquiry is likely to be instructed by Voldemort."

Amelia thought for a moment, then turned to look at the American wizard and said, "This inquiry was proposed by Mr. James Jr."

"It's not me, it's really not me!" Little James' voice was as sharp as a cat whose tail was stepped on. He raised his hands in panic, "Our Auror asked me to do this. Mr. Albus, if you If you don’t believe it, you can ask others.”

Dumbledore glanced over them and shook his head slightly, finding no trace of dark magic.

"Do you have any suspicion?" He turned to Roger.

"Ms. Umbridge, and Lee Jordan next to her." Rogge raised his wrist and pointed his wand directly at the two people sitting together in the audience.

In an instant, the wizards around them ran away in panic as if they had seen dementors. There was an unspeakable fear in the air, as if there was some ominous aura about them.

"Are you crazy? How could I surrender to the Dark Lord?" Umbridge screamed, shouting in an artificial girlish accent: "Mr. Albus, he is taking the opportunity to take revenge on me. To take revenge on me for what I did to him before. question."

"Dolores, why are you here tonight? Aren't you supposed to be at St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic?"

Umbridge was startled when she heard the minister's voice. Her eyes became confused and she murmured: "Yes, I am on duty at the hospital. Arthur from the biological injury department complained that his wound hurt, and I told him to be quiet or else sew his mouth. Then, then What's wrong?"

Her voice grew quieter and quieter, until it was almost a whisper. She felt as if she had lost her memory, and all her experiences from the Magic Hospital to the Wizengamot had disappeared.

However, a voice kept telling me: Umbridge, you are the most beautiful and smartest witch in the world, and you should not bury your talents in the hospital. You deserve better and should be a member of the Wizengamot.

"Wizengamot, Wizengamot..." She screamed suddenly, the sound was sharp enough to pierce her eardrums, "I want to come to Wizengamot, so I came."

The entire hall fell into an eerie silence. Everyone's expressions seemed to have been cast by a petrification spell, frozen in shock and disbelief.

"Uh..." Everyone looked at each other in embarrassment, as if they had swallowed a whole toad, "What a weird reason is this."

However, Rogge keenly discovered the problem and quickly asked: "You mean, you came from the hospital without knowing the question."

"That's right." Umbridge's wide, flabby face was full of pride, "It turns out that I have a keen intuition. I participated in this inquiry without any information. The Wizengamot needs me like this A wizard who is sensitive, empathetic and dares to question!”

Rogge silently gave Umbridge three labels in his mind: ordinary, confident, and old fairy. The other person's ridiculous confidence almost made him laugh out loud.

At this moment, Dumbledore shouted: "Li Jordan..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a burst of creepy laughter. Li Jordan's voice was like a cold snake message, echoing throughout the Wizengamot: "Professor Dumbledore, I have been discovered by you, but what should you do?"

"The Dark Lord!" The name was like thunder, exploding in the Wizengamot.

When the rumors turned into facts, most wizards lost their courage. The wand trembled like foxtail grass in the wind, showing no deterrent.

Most of the wizards hid behind Dumbledore, but some stood beside Rogge or Amelia.

Umbridge seemed to be knocked down by an invisible force and fell heavily to the ground. She looked at Li Qiaodan with pure fear in her eyes, as if she was seeing her worst nightmare come true.

"I originally wanted to use Arthur to come to the Ministry of Magic tonight. But I didn't expect to find these two idiots." There was a hint of contempt in Li Jordan's voice.

"Idiot?" This sentence seemed to ignite the extreme in Umbridge's body, and she rushed towards Li Jordan like a crazy cat, "Go to hell."

Avada eats a big melon!

In an instant, a dazzling green light flashed, illuminating the entire Wizengamot hall. The distance between the two was so close that Dumbledore had no time to stop him.

Umbridge was blown away like a broken doll, her body drew a terrible arc in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground with a bang.

Everyone held their breath and watched Umbridge's face turn pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her eyes, which were once full of conceit, lost all their spirit and turned into a dead gray.

Lee Jordan was still sitting there, as if he had just crushed an ant. He said in a leisurely tone: "The second idiot was dumped by a witch named Angelina, and he thought it was because of Roger..."

"Hey, don't talk nonsense." Roger corrected seriously, "I am very loyal, don't make dirty rumors!"

"Okay. When I told him that I could ruin your reputation, he immediately opened his soul to me. Roger, why do I feel that you are more hated by everyone than me?" He waved his wand again, and a killing curse flew towards the crowd, "This is not good! Everyone should hate me!"

However, Dumbledore's reaction was as fast as lightning. His spell was fired later but arrived first, colliding with the deadly green light in mid-air, perfectly resisting the Unforgivable Curse.

"The Elder Wand?" Roger whispered to himself, staring at the wand in the headmaster's hand.

The elderwood wand was wrapped with plate-like vines, and there was no sign of being broken.

A strange smile appeared on the face of the puppet controlled by Voldemort. He did not continue to consume magic power to fight against the Elder Wand, but raised the wand and let Dumbledore's spell kill him.

Seeing that the spell was about to hit the innocent Lee Jordan, Dumbledore swung his wrist violently. The magic beam flew past Lee Jordan's clothes, leaving a burning mark in the air.

"Tsk, Professor Dumbledore, you are still so beloved. Even to me, you are full of love." Voldemort clapped his hands, his tone cunning and full of pleasure: "If it was Rogge, he would definitely kill this doll. Tsk, what a pity..."

"You almost ended the life of the Dark Lord and brought peace to the whole world. But..." He put down his wand and made a harmless gesture, "Ladies and gentlemen, let's play a game."

"I will no longer take action. You will vote to decide whether to kill me. Anyone can be the executor."

"After all, according to the results of your questioning, sacrificing me to eliminate Voldemort is glorious and sacred, and there is no need to accept any punishment."

As soon as the voice fell, a dazzling light shot out from the high platform. Amelia's wand tip sprayed a powerful disintegration spell, her eyes burning with the flames of revenge, as if to pour all the pain and anger into this blow.

Swoosh, swoosh, the two spells arrived almost at the same time, hitting Amelia's spell into a ball of shining sparks.

Everyone's eyes turned to the source of the two spells - Dumbledore and Roger.

"Oh? Roger, you want to save me too? How unexpected." Lee Jordan, who was controlled by Voldemort, laughed morbidly. He pointed at his nose and said, "According to the logic of the Elk Mission, shouldn't you kill me? Saving me means denying your own behavior and the decision of the Wizengamot. Are you sure?"

"Move your pig head filled with gutter oil. The logic between the two is completely different." Roger's tone was full of contempt, as if he was talking to a creature with low intelligence. "Brown's behavior will cause serious consequences. I can only take the most effective way to maintain order."

"But what's different now?" Voldemort asked hurriedly, with a hint of teasing in his voice.

"Very different. Lee Jordan may be dissatisfied with me, but my fists have long made him understand that he should keep his opinions to himself. You control his body, and what you execute is your own will, not his."

"I don't believe that this guy who often fails can raise his hand to cast the Killing Curse." He glanced at Umbridge's body and mourned in his heart: "Your story ended before it even began. It can be regarded as a kind of death before the mission is accomplished."

"Besides, here are the world's greatest white wizard Albus Dumbledore, Minister of Magic Amelia and a group of Wizengamot members. Killing Lee Jordan, an innocent doll, is something that only cowards and cowards would do."

"What we really have to do is to pull you out of the sewer or rat hole. Use the most cruel punishment to purify your sins."

"Voldemort, give up. Your fear can't defeat anyone." Roger's voice was like rolling thunder, echoing throughout the Wizengamot.