A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Roger suspected that the old lady was driving, but he had no evidence.

Augusta and Dumbledore grew up in the same era, and were even classmates at Hogwarts.

Perhaps in Gryffindor back then, Augusta also had a secret crush on Dumbledore.

However, fate always likes to play tricks.

Mr. Principal was still alone when he graduated. He didn't even choose a dance partner at the Christmas party.

Rogge couldn't help but recall the gossip about the magic world that his mother Jessica once talked about.

"Have you heard of Weasley's great-aunt Muriel Prewett?" Jessica covered her mouth and said with a smile: "She never married, just waiting for someone. But guess what, the other person No worldly aspirations at all."

"Dumbledore, it's midnight evil." Rogge muttered secretly.

He raised his hand, took the phoenix back, and introduced: "It's called Maria. I found it in Eastern Europe."

"Where's Neville? Isn't he here?"

Old Mrs. Longbottom shook her head heavily, with worry in her voice: "I sent him into the Floo Network, but something seemed to have happened."

"like?"

"This Death Eater witch told me." She pointed to the corpse not far away, "Those pure-blood Death Eaters seem to be ambushing on the other side of the Floo Network."

"However, this is impossible!" Old Mrs. Longbottom said firmly, "The Floo Network is always under the surveillance of the Department of Transportation. It is impossible for them to know the location of Neville's arrival in advance."

Rogge frowned and touched his nose unconsciously with his right hand: "Wait a minute, don't you know what happened last night?"

"I know, the Ministry of Magic was attacked by the Dark Lord. But isn't it over already?"

"Well, the actual situation is not consistent with the Ministry of Magic's report. You also know that bureaucrats always need stability, and they always like to whitewash peace."

"Hmph, that's why I asked Neville to leave your magic society." Old Mrs. Longbottom nodded in agreement, but looked at Rogge with a bit of disgust, "A magic society composed of all elite wizards is different from London The Ministry of Magic makes no difference."

"The reason why you say that is because the Longbottom family itself is part of the elite." Rogge was stung by her words and couldn't help but retort, "How about you take a look at the Order of the Phoenix organized by the principal. There is no holy pure-blood family. Support, he is the perfect commander.”

"The magic world needs a group of trained wizards to govern, and they happen to be in the Ministry of Magic. Forget it, I'm not here to argue with you about this." Rogge looked at the old lady's unkind expression and chose to change the subject: "Last night, The Department of Mysteries has been stolen by the Dark Lord, the entire Ministry of Magic has been destroyed, and there have been some surprises in the Transport Department."

"They are reorganizing the network and security is not guaranteed at all."

"Maybe the other party doesn't care where you send Neville. As long as he steps into the fireplace, the Death Eaters will have a way to guide him into a carefully laid trap."

"This..." Old Mrs. Longbottom's face instantly turned pale, and her trembling hand held the wand tightly, "I, did I really hurt Neville?"

"But why did they want to arrest him? This is unreasonable!"

"This..." Rogge thought for a moment and did not tell the old lady the prophecy. "Maybe it is the revenge of some people."

The old lady raised her head suddenly and almost squeezed out a name through her teeth: "Bellatrix?"

Her voice trembled with anger: "She is a pure-blooded Death Eater, exactly what the witch said. Moreover, she once kidnapped my son...the crazy woman of the Black family!"

"Actually, Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom are also missing." He carefully observed the old lady's reaction, and found that she was completely confused: "Don't you know?"

"Just last night, they disappeared with the Department of Mysteries. The headmaster was injured and is being treated at St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic..."

"Hey!" Before Rogge could finish speaking, the air became distorted, and the old lady Longbottom disappeared in an instant.

"You're awesome at Apparating. You can go wherever you want." He complained a few words and reluctantly left the Longbottom family.

As for Neville's fate, Rogge could only say that he tried his best but was unable to do anything. In the future, we may have to wait for Voldemort's choice.

On the platform of King's Cross Station, there was an endless stream of students heading to Hogwarts. Rogge let Maria enter the castle crystal ball and turned to say goodbye to Jessica.

As soon as they entered the car, they heard Draco's loud voice. He was handing out professional Quidditch team badges with a smug smile on his face.

"Do you guys know?" he showed off, "I spent Christmas in Southern Europe, and the sunshine there is absolutely amazing. Look at my arms, that's where I get the sun."

Suddenly, Draco noticed Ron in the corridor and shouted: "Hey, why don't you, a little follower, go find your master?"

Ron's face turned red instantly, but before he could fight back, Draco continued to mock: "Did Harry Potter drop out of school?"

Draka blocked the connection between the carriages and said sarcastically: "Poor Prefect Weasley has become a stray dog."

"Draco, don't you know? That man attacked the Ministry of Magic last night." Susan reminded hurriedly, "My aunt was busy at the Ministry of Magic last night and is now mobilizing all her strength to find Harry Potter."

Draco's expression froze for a moment, and a trace of surprise and...(worry?) flashed in his eyes.

"Ah? What happened to him?" Draco asked hurriedly, as if he was worried about being misunderstood, and quickly added, "I mean, was Scarhead captured by the Dark Lord? Is he dead?"

"He was not captured." Roger put away his luggage and added: "The Dark Lord broadcast through the Dragon Crystal Magic Mirror, asking Harry to take the initiative to find him. Didn't you notice that there was no professor accompanying him on the train this time?"

"Really." Draco seemed to be poured with a bucket of cold water, and muttered to himself in frustration, "Harry, that idiot, how could he fight against that person. He should find the headmaster!"

"You are not allowed to say that about Harry!" Ron roared angrily, and the two blocked the aisle and quarreled fiercely.

Susan and Roger looked at each other and remained silent.

Both knew that the magic world had temporarily lost its greatest support: Dumbledore.

Da Da Da...

Suddenly, a crisp knocking sound came from the compartment. A beautiful owl was standing on the window sill, with a letter under its feet, and its amber eyes looked at the people in the carriage with piercing eyes.

Roger walked quickly to the window and let the owl fly in. He took the envelope and found that the recipient was his own name.

He opened the envelope and found only a simple postcard inside, which read: Little Hangleton Village.

Looking at the familiar handwriting, Roger put on his coat again: "I have to go out?"

"Now?" Daphne hurriedly reminded, "The train has closed and will leave soon."

"It's okay, I can teleport." He smiled mysteriously and knocked on the castle crystal ball.

The next second, a fiery red phoenix appeared out of thin air in the carriage.

"Wow, it's the principal's Fox!" Many people exclaimed, and couldn't help but guess: "Is the principal in the car?"

Daphne opened her eyes wide, looking at the phoenix so close, surprised and happy. "Roger, this..."

"See you at Hogwarts." He smiled and waved his hand, grabbing Maria's feet. In the surprised eyes of everyone, he disappeared in the fire with the phoenix.

The deserted village was buried in the snow. On the hillside in the distance, a manor stood gloomily, exuding a dark and dilapidated atmosphere.

Rogge held his wand tightly with caution, wondering why he was the only one there.

When he walked into the village, several black phantoms suddenly descended around him.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

After the phantoms landed, they turned into wizards in black robes and masks. They silently surrounded Rogge, and the atmosphere became tense in an instant.

"So mysterious?" Rogge smiled playfully, tapping his wand with his index finger: "Let me guess your identities."

"Bella, Little Barty, Cedric..."

"Oh, my uncle Buck is not here. Tsk tsk tsk, did you kill him? What a pity." Rogge's tone was still calm, but there was a cold murderous intent in his eyes, "Imitate his handwriting and trick me here. However, even if you cast an anti-apparition spell, you can't catch me."

"Rogge, we want to talk to you." A low voice came from the crowd of black robes.

Rogge raised his eyebrows, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "Talk? Why can't I feel the atmosphere of talking?"

"Usually, people don't talk to a group of masked people."

"This is for your own good." Another voice sounded, sounding even sharper, "Once we take off the mask, you will become a traitor who colludes with the Death Eaters."

"Hehe, a good quibble. Tell me, what do you want to talk about?"

"Why don't you ask Buck?" The wizard behind him couldn't help asking.

Rogge raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, and said Dumbledore's famous saying in advance: "Death is just another great adventure."

The black-robed wizards looked at each other, and one of them shouted: "Buck, it seems that your nephew is braver than our master."

"I said, Rogge is a Slytherin and doesn't care about my life or death." A familiar voice came from a distance.

Rogge turned around and saw the black-robed masked man carrying the unconscious Neville, walking towards this side. Although he was wrapped tightly and his voice was disguised by the mask, he could still be recognized at a glance.

He exhaled, with a bit of helplessness in his tone: "Is it interesting? Let's go, I still have to go to Hogwarts to study."

"School?" Someone couldn't help shouting, "With your current level of magic, do you still need a professor, still need to learn, and still need Hogwarts?"

"A true master always has an apprentice's heart." There was a hint of Zen in Roger's voice, and the light of wisdom flashed in his eyes.

...

The Death Eaters fell silent, and someone couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people."

"But, this sounds like it makes sense..."

"Ahem!" Buck coughed a few times and threw Neville to his feet roughly, "Rog, we need to cooperate and fight that person together."

"Then you should find Dumbledore and Harry Potter, not me." He pointed his wand at Neville and tried: "Do you know his identity?"

"Another child in the prophecy." Bella took out a syringe from her pocket, with a crazy light flashing in her eyes.

She licked her lips and threatened in a sick voice: "I can kill him now. If you help me, I can kill that bastard."

"Bastard... Tsk tsk, is it really okay to call your master like that?" Rogge couldn't help laughing, "When I came to you back then, you didn't believe me at all. Now, how come you've become more radical than me."

He looked around, his eyes as sharp as a knife: "Since you know the prophecy, you should know that only the Dark Lord can decide who is his opponent."

"Kill Neville, are you qualified to decide the child of prophecy? You don't have that ability, you know?"

"Do you think the virus in your hand can kill him?"

Bella laughed wildly: "How do you know if you don't try?"

Seeing that the two sides seemed to be in conflict, Buck hurriedly stood up to dissuade: "Rogge, helping us is helping the pure blood."

"We can't accept a bastard ruling the magic world, let alone Dumbledore and his idea of ​​equality of all things."

He sighed and continued: "If Neville is still in your Jackdaw Magic Society, we can turn to support him. We are even willing to help him kill that person and help him become a new hero in the magic world."

"But..." Buck shook his head He nodded, with regret in his tone: "He left your magic club, didn't he?"

"The Longbottom family asked him to choose Dumbledore," Little Barty couldn't help but continue, "He is Harry Potter's alternative and another chess piece in Dumbledore's hand. The two of them inherited Dumbledore's thoughts and there is no essential difference."

"That's right! So even if Neville is a pure blood, he is destined to take the established path."

"So, we have only one choice." Buck took a deep breath, and his tone became solemn and firm: "We will kill Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom, and we will also inject the virus into that person's body."

"Maybe it can't kill that person, but at least it can hurt him. Then you, Roger Travis, will carry out the final execution!"

Buck suddenly made a surprising move.

He lifted his robe and knelt on one knee like a knight, his voice sincere and pious: "We are willing to offer our blood and lives to pave the way for your power."

"Because we believe that you will fulfill our ideals and let the magic world return to the embrace of pure blood."

Other Death Eaters also knelt on one knee, even the always proud Bella and the fanatical little Barty were no exception. They lowered their heads, as if waiting for the monarch's response.

Rogge looked around and looked at the group of pure-blood wizards kneeling on the ground, and his heart was inevitably a little excited.

"I agree with your point of view, but I...refuse." Rogge's voice was calm and firm, decisively rejecting their invitation.

The Death Eaters raised their heads, their eyes were either confused or angry, and some even clenched their wands.

"Because your vision is too narrow." He looked at everyone and said softly: "You only see the conflict between pure blood and non-pure blood, but ignore the real needs."

"Does anyone want to listen?"