A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Listen?" Bella's eyes were full of hesitation, and her tone was inevitably mixed with curiosity: "I would like to know, you, a little guy who is thinking about returning to Hogwarts, what are your strange thoughts? Come on. Come on, let me open my eyes."

"But before that, I need to tell you that there is more than one choice in the wizarding world. In my heart, the Malfoy family is more suitable than you."

"But they are not strong enough." Rogge smiled faintly and began to talk: "Since the establishment of Hogwarts, and even going back to earlier times, the British wizarding world has always guarded its own island and remained stubborn."

"The territory beyond the three islands is nothing more than an alien land in the eyes of the Ministry of Magic. Housing fugitives and prisoners may be their greatest use. What a narrow vision, isn't it?"

"But times have changed." As he spoke, he waved his wand, and a lifelike world map appeared between them out of thin air.

"The tradition of pure-blood wizards is indeed glorious, but it is also too old-fashioned. Our territory is no longer enough to maintain this arrogance."

He shook his head and pointed to both sides of the English Channel: "Before the last century, the Ministry of Magic could work with Dutch wizards to counter Spain; unite the Germans to oppose France, and then unite France and Italy to counter Germany..."

"We have always been the most powerful, whether it is wizards or bureaucrats in the Ministry of Magic. But the world is changing, and we must also change. Moreover, we have reached a point where we must change!"

"Although you are against Dumbledore, as long as he lives, the British magical community will be the strongest magical community. When he dies..." Rogge's wand shot out several red lights, and the overseas territories on the map quickly changed color.

"Who can protect it, the Ministry of Magic, the Death Eaters, or the Order of the Phoenix? Our current friends may become our staunchest enemies."

Bella's eyes flashed with uneasiness, but she still maintained her haughty posture.

"You mean, American wizards? Their original strength is indeed good." Little Barty asked.

"Perhaps they are pretending to be our Tatar wizards." Another burly Death Eater added with a sneer: "Those guys have always longed for a warm southern land. But they should stay near the Arctic Circle, that is the best place. The right place for them.”

"Don't forget, there are French wizards."

"French wizards?..." The confusion in his tone quickly turned into reality, "Oh, yes! Their group of frogs have always been our opponents. Suspicious allies!"

"Yes, they must be very happy about this war! Watching us killing each other, they must be snickering secretly."

Rogge pressed his hands and motioned for everyone to let him finish first: "Thank you Merlin for blessing me. You will all realize who the more dangerous enemy is."

He looked around to make sure everyone was paying attention. "Let's take the last war as an example. On the surface, it was a confrontation between the Dark Lord and Dumbledore, a battle of light and darkness."

"But really, it's us who are hurt the most: the pureblood family."

"We can lose to each other, it's a pureblood fight. But we can't let anyone else win, that would be our shame."

"That's right!" Bella nodded vigorously with a fanatical light, "Although Sirius's tone and thoughts make me feel sick to my stomach, at least he is still a pure-blood. A hundred times stronger than those half-blood wizards, no, A thousand times more!”

Her voice became sharper and shriller: "Every time I smell the nasty muddy smell on those people, I can't help but want to kill them slowly with the Cruciatus Curse. Watch them twist in pain, listen to Their screams, that feeling...only death can keep magic pure."

"So, we should unite." Rogge saw the thoughts written on everyone's faces and said loudly, "Unite together and build a country for wizards. A place where you can freely perform magic and no longer hide."

"A country of pure-blood wizards?"

Rogge shook his head and said nothing, cutting off the American continent on the map and enlarging it: "This point can be discussed again, but there is one thing we can reach a consensus on."

His fingers lightly traced the outline of the continent: "This continent will belong to magic. Wizards no longer need to hide their figures and can walk openly in the sun."

"Hahaha! Yes, this is the ideal of a pure-blood wizard!" Bella nodded in agreement, with a happy expression on her face, "That person was going to establish a pure-blood country..."

"No, wizard's."

"Pure-blooded!" A trace of anger flashed in Bella's eyes.

The two of them were at each other's throats, neither one willing to give in to the other. There seemed to be invisible sparks bursting in the air.

"Well..." Buck saw that something was wrong in the atmosphere, and quickly spoke out to smooth things over, "No matter whose name it is in the end, the first step is to get rid of the Muggles."

Bella sneered and slowly crossed her arms over her chest. Her eyes were still locked on Rogge, but her tone softened slightly: "Rogge, although your idea is very good and in line with my taste."

"But in my opinion, it's too weak." She paced slowly, with a hint of contempt in her voice: "We are not exiles or fugitives. We should realize the ideal of pure blood in the British wizarding world. Then, use the excess Get rid of all the muggles and mudbloods!"

"We should not back down in the face of the power of the Ministry of Magic and the Statute of Secrecy. We should stand up and fight for the purebloods!"

"Okay, then you go fight against Dumbledore." Rogge teased.

Bella's face darkened, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Dumbledore is too strong." Her tone was full of resentment and unwillingness.

"In that case, let's follow my plan. First of all, Mr. Dark Lord has used the snake virus to help us eliminate most of the Muggles. Just a little bit more..."

"I'll do it!" Little Barty licked his teeth excitedly, with a bloodthirsty light in his eyes, "Killing Muggles is my favorite. Let me do it, I promise to make every Muggle taste the pain!"

"Wait, I didn't say I would do this." Rogge crushed the map and tidied his clothes, "We are pure-blood wizards, the aristocrats among wizards. Don't you feel ashamed to attack Muggles?"

Little Barty was choked by Rogge's words, and the excitement on his face disappeared instantly.

He went on to say, "I believe Mr. Dark Lord can uphold our ideals and help us build the foundation of our new home. Sometimes, better results can be achieved without doing it yourself."

"Uphold our ideals?" Buck repeated in a low voice, "You want to control him with the Imperius Curse?"

Everyone held their breath and marveled at Roger's arrogance and boldness.

"No, no, no, no one can control the Dark Lord, except his own madness." Roger had a mysterious smile on his lips and whispered softly, "I will not accept your allegiance, nor will I carry out the final execution. This is not the way I want."

"As for Neville..." His eyes suddenly became deep and his voice lowered.

If Bella was allowed to bring Neville to Voldemort, Neville's life and death would be unpredictable. But at the same time, this also gave Bella the opportunity to inject the virus.

"Save, or not save?" Roger weighed it repeatedly in his heart.

For a greater ideal, sometimes sacrifices must be made. This idea made him feel uneasy, but he knew that in this game, every move could determine the final outcome.

Roger closed his eyes and fell into hesitation. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes: "The child in the prophecy is always magical. Maybe he is the one who kills Voldemort in the end."

"Neville?" Bella showed obvious disdain in her eyes, she almost laughed: "This stupid little wizard is not even worthy of carrying that man's shoes."

"Although you didn't agree to our request, we are very happy that you can uphold the ideal of pure blood, although it is not as pure as I imagined." She raised her wand to Roger, her tone serious and solemn: "But, Roger."

"We must sign an unbreakable oath to prevent you from revealing our plan to that person, or anyone else. You know, we can't take this risk."

"No way?" Roger touched his nose subconsciously, "Can I still cooperate with the Dark Lord? This idea is too absurd, I am not that kind of person!"

"Hehe, although it is hard to imagine, it is not impossible." Bella looked at him, obviously not believing in Roger's ethics: "As long as the price is right, you can trade anything. Didn't you sell him the method of hatching the basilisk?"

"Miss Bella, you should believe in my ethics."

"Ethics?" Bella sneered, "I don't remember Slytherin College having this motto."

"In the world of Slytherin, only interests and power are eternal." She took out a memory ball from her pocket and gently tapped Neville's temple with her wand.

Then, she pulled out a flowing silver thread of memory, "In fact, this little guy heard everything we just talked about."

As she said, she fainted on Neville.

"If I hand it over to the Ministry of Magic or Dumbledore... hehe." Bella showed her white teeth, shining with a bitey light: "I want you to promise in the oath that in the future, a territory will be established that belongs only to pure-blood wizards."

Rogge's face suddenly darkened, and his eyes moved back and forth between Bella and the fallen Neville, with fierceness and anger in his eyes.

His uncle Buck shrugged helplessly, not knowing that Neville was faking coma.

From the beginning, this was a trap for Rogge. Bella would not believe anything except the unbreakable oath.

"Are you calculating the distance between us now?" Bella smiled happily, "Thinking about how to kill me and take away this memory ball?"

"Do you want to try?" She licked her lips, her eyes full of provocation, "See if your spell is faster or my apparition is faster. What if you win?"

Rogge looked at Bella deeply, and then slowly exhaled a breath of white steam.

"You don't have to test me anymore." He looked Bella straight in the eyes, "I promise to sign an unbreakable oath with you and keep your secret plan. But I won't agree to any additional requests."

Bella heard this and understood: "I knew it would be like this." Her eyes suddenly became sharp: "But no!"

"Since you want to create a continent that belongs only to wizards, is it difficult for pure blood to have their own territory?"

Rogge shook his head slowly and sighed softly: "Alas, if your vision is an entire continent, or even the entire magical world."

"You will find that whether they are pure blood or non-pure blood, they are all wizards."

Bella fell into silence after hearing what Rogge said. Her eyes became deep, as if she was thinking about Rogge's words. After a long time, she nodded slightly and had to admit that Rogge's point of view did make sense.

"Purity, this is my last bottom line, you know what I'm talking about." Her voice was very firm.

"Okay! I agree to your terms." Roger glanced at everyone, "But you all have to sign an unbreakable oath. I don't trust anyone's integrity."

"After all, no one can guarantee that there is no second Peter Pettigrew here."

Bella heard this, and a trace of admiration flashed in her eyes.

"He is a cautious person. Then who will be the witness?" She asked curiously, "Your uncle Buck, or your classmate Cedric."

"They?" Roger paused, a trace of complex emotions flashed in his eyes, "Such a major event will make their souls suffer unimaginable torture. You can't put this punishment on them."

"Hahaha, this is the first time I heard someone express distrust in such a beautiful tone." She made a gesture, indicating Roger to choose.

"You!" Roger didn't look at others, and raised his hand directly to Bella.

To be honest, he didn't trust anyone present, including Buck and Cedric. The former is closer in blood, but Roger knows that the greatest betrayal always comes from the closest people.

He couldn't guarantee whether Buck would betray him in the future for interests or other reasons.

As for Cedric, Roger didn't forget that he had concocted his fall. Although he saved his life objectively, human nature is subjective.

Once the other party has doubts, or revenge out of jealousy... Even if Roger believes in Little Barty, he will not be sure of Cedric.

If possible, he even wants Neville to join this unbreakable oath.

However, this is impossible.

Because the wizard who makes the oath must agree to the content of the oath. Otherwise, the oath will collapse in the conclusion.

At this point, Roger can only hope that Bella really knocks Neville unconscious.

Letting Bella as a witness, although risky, may be the safest choice.

Although she is fanatical and unpredictable, her persistence in the concept of pure blood has become a guarantee. Even if Roger's actions violate her bottom line, Bella will not reveal the oath.

Her madness full of classical style is the most reliable witness.

A flash of surprise flashed in Bella's eyes, and their sight was like lightning, colliding fierce sparks in the air.

"No problem!" Bella nodded, with admiration in her eyes, "Rogge, it's a pity that you are not in the same era as Tom. Otherwise, I will definitely fall in love with you hopelessly."

In her opinion, Roger Travis is like a slippery little fox. He looks proud and beautiful on the surface, but in fact he is cunning and despicable in his heart. She knows that if she is not careful, he will catch the loophole and run away.

If she hadn't been well prepared and used Neville to deceive Roger, she would never let him agree to her conditions so easily.

Roger trembled all over, the corners of his mouth slightly turned down, and he secretly said in his heart: "You are such a crazy woman, you should find an honest man to marry. Merlin, I can't bear your "love"."

According to Bella's instructions, everyone slowly half-knelt down and formed a perfect circle. In counterclockwise order, everyone held the next person's right wrist tightly with their right hand.

This action symbolizes the unbreakable oath they are about to make. If anyone tries to violate it, it will lead to death.

Bellatrix stood in the center of the circle, casting a shadow over everyone's head. With a faint smile on her lips, she slowly raised her walnut wand.

The low and powerful spell echoed in her ears, and every syllable caused a ripple in the air.