A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Finister is a mysterious and rare magical creature. You may be familiar with its other name, Phoenix." Alexander walked out of the hunting house and breathed in the cold wind.

Elf Bubble followed closely and came by changing his shape. It comes with 10 large boxes, all of which are specially made without traces. Each one is imbued with multiple traceless expansion spells and can hold a hundred thousand books.

As agreed, Rogge provided gold galleons to help Smaug correct the mistakes of the Soviet Ministry of Magic. Accordingly, I can take something away from the Soviet Ministry of Magic.

"Finister?" Rogge asked, "Like our principal's pet phoenix?"

"Of course. Finnista's whole body is covered with fiery red feathers and can breathe out flames. She never dies, only reborn again and again." Alexander motioned for Rogge to follow. There was still a short distance from the hunting house to Moscow.

"If we're lucky, we might be able to get word from Finnista."

They walked into the streets of Moscow, where Christmas is not celebrated in December like in the UK. At this time, the streets were shrouded in deserted and dead silence. Soldiers, military vehicles and tanks patrolled the city, adding to the tense atmosphere.

The two came to a quiet lane, where there was a fire tavern. It is hidden in the shadow of the old building. Under the low roof, the cast iron signboard is dim and blurred, seeming to tell the mysterious story of this place.

As soon as you step into the tavern, you can see more than a dozen round tables with a sense of age quietly arranged, and braziers hanging on the walls exude warmth. The environment here is slightly better than the Leaky Cauldron, even if only a little.

The tavern looked unusually deserted due to the recent unrest. The bald tavern owner sat behind the soy sauce-colored oak counter, wiping his wine glass mechanically.

Alexander took off his hat and shouted to him excitedly: "Semyon, long time no see!"

"Alyosha, you...you're back!" Semyon turned over from behind the counter, hugged Alexander enthusiastically, and kissed him hard on the cheek.

Xie Miao suddenly remembered something, and quickly ran to the door, closed the store door, and put up a sign saying it was closed.

"Alyosha, why did you come back?" Xie Miao frowned, his eyes shining with worry and surprise.

"Is this young man my nephew? What about Nadya..."

"Ahem." Alexander interrupted Semyon and told him not to be so excited.

"Hello, uncle, my name is Roger Travis, and I am Mr. Alexander's partner."

"Partner?" Xie Miao was stunned and looked at Alexander.

"Yes, Rogge is the heir to the British pure-blood wizard family. I came back this time for the current Ministry of Magic." Alexander pulled Semyon to the side of the wine table and solemnly stated his plan.

"What! You want to return to the Ministry of Magic!" Xie Miao looked at his brother, shocked by his idea.

"I don't agree. Although the Ministry of Magic is currently in chaos, they have not completely collapsed." Semyon shook his head. "You were one of the founders of Beloberg, and the Ministry of Magic will not let you go."

"But now that the Soviet Union is in pieces, the Ministry of Magic cannot bury the Muggles." Alexander said sadly, "Belloberg's purpose is only to separate the wizarding world from the Soviet Union, not to overthrow it."

"We cannot allow our magical world to be plundered and punished because of the fall of the Muggle empire. I..." Alexander stood up and punched his chest.

"I just want to return the magical world to its previous state and let the noble wizards regain their glory." Alexander's eyes were firm and fiery, and he needed his younger brother to be his reliable helper.

"What are you going to do?" Semyon looked at Alexander blankly, his brother whom he hadn't seen for many years was planning something big.

"Kill Yuri, correct the path of the Ministry of Magic, and restore the glory of noble wizards!" Alexander stretched out his hand, but Semyon did not take it immediately. He was still hesitating.

"Semyon, don't forget our last name." Alexander became excited. He put his hands on Semyon's shoulders and asked loudly: "Our family manor was razed to the ground by Muggles and turned into an unknown sanatorium. Our people They were driven out and killed, and our compatriots were sent to the laboratory!”

"What about you? Semyon? Have you forgotten how little Ivan died?" Alexander's words sparked anger in Semyon's eyes. He turned back to the counter and took out his wand.

"Uncle Alexander, I..."

"Come with us to the Ministry of Magic. We will kill Yuri. You can take advantage of the chaos to get what you want." Alexander threw over a map with the names of most rooms in the Ministry of Magic marked in detail.

"Just the three of us? Do we need to act now?" Rogge scratched his head, wondering how they could fight against the entire Ministry of Magic.

"Of course now!"

Seeing Alexander's confident expression, Rogge was speechless. Are all Slavic coups so abstract?

"Uncle Alexander, even if you have thoughts of death, you should consider the future of the Smaug family." Rogge's words stopped him.

"Once it fails, who will remember Smaug? Look at the Gaunt family in England. They are now just footnotes in magic textbooks." Rogge was persuasive, hoping that he would think twice before acting.

"We don't need to do anything more, just do as we promised. Add a little insurance, do some mobilization, and let more people accept your ideals and support your ideals. If it's convenient, can you tell me about Beloberg? ?" Rogge requested.

"Belloberg is the god of light and is one of our oldest beliefs." Semyon exhaled and poured them strong wine.

"Years ago, Alexander and six other people founded Beloberg with the purpose of allowing the Soviet Ministry of Magic to operate independently from the Muggle government." Semyon sighed, "Decades later, the top official of our Ministry of Magic actually A traitor. How ridiculous!"

"There are many people who are dissatisfied with the Ministry of Magic, and we quickly grew in strength. No one thought that a traitor would infiltrate inside." Semyon said through gritted teeth.

"Yuri!" He chanted the name fiercely, with anger beyond his words, "Sukabret!"

Alexander looked at his painful brother, feeling self-blame and remorse in his heart: "He betrayed Beloberg and the wizard just to be an obedient dog for the Soviet government!"

"It was one day at the end of October. Belloberg's wizard was discussing the next plan in the Arctic Circle. He betrayed our position and asked Muggles to drop a bomb there." Alexander said painfully, drinking it all in one breath. A whole bottle of vodka.

"They called it a hydrogen bomb. My son and nephew were there. I was supposed to go that day!" His eyes were red and tears burst out.

"After that, everyone has no choice but to escape from the Soviet Union, otherwise they will be thrown into Gobalag."

Rogge nodded, I see, this is also the reason why Elena came to Hogwarts.

"Bubble." Rogge called to the elf and took the box from it.

"Uncle Alexander, some gold galleons can make a neutral wizard put away his wand, right?" Rogge poured out a mountain of gold coins, and his clear and sweet voice echoed in the dark tavern.

"Roger, I..."

Seeing Alexander's hesitation, Rogge quickly explained: "This is not a free gift, but an advance payment to purchase a book collection from the Ministry of Magic."

"I'm used to paying a deposit first." He handed the box to Bubbles, who recited the phantom spell and hid it next to him.

"If more wizards join you for your ideals, I think my deposit will not be wasted."

The braziers on the wall were burning, and their flames licked the cold air, illuminating the golden galleon in a dazzling red color.