A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

He led the pure-blood family to attack the Ministry of Magic on the pretext of Rogge and his son, and was trying to get back the benefits lost in the last war, and now there has been considerable progress.

"Much better, Uncle Malfoy." Rogge leaned on the pillow and looked at the green grass in the sun.

Eleven years later, I finally left that dark cell. The bright sunshine and the smell of the newly mowed lawn made Roger feel very relaxed.

"The lengthy preliminary process has been completed. You will attend a meeting tomorrow."

"Meeting?" Rogge looked at Malfoy in confusion. He had already entrusted most matters to the other party.

"Yes, about your mother." Malfoy looked at the sleeping Jessica.

Malfoy admired this woman, she was an extremely good mother. Not only did he protect Rogge from surviving in Azkaban, but he also completed basic education for him, including language and writing, and even wandless spellcasting and divine protection.

But as the manager of a pure-blood family, he is extremely mediocre and has no political awareness at all. If Rogge hadn't stopped her, Jessica would have signed a letter of understanding for the Ministry of Magic's lies.

Once Rogge and his son gave up the pursuit of compensation, the pure-blood family headed by Malfoy could only stop and be unable to recover power and benefits from the Ministry of Magic.

"The Ministry of Magic is willing to pay compensation, but they have to retry your mother's innocence."

"Trial?" Rogge sneered, "Have they ever tried us? What qualifications do they have to try us again now?"

Malfoy reminded, "Don't get excited. In fact, it's our pure-blood family's struggle with them. When the time comes, just talk less and watch more. Don't worry."

"Uncle Malfoy, are you a pure-blood family like ours?"

"Yes, I brought you some books. Read more and learn more about our own history and glory." Malfoy placed a stack of books on the right side of the hospital bed.

Including but not limited to "Twenty-Eight Sacred Families: The Struggle of Power", "History of Families in the Magic World", "Detailed Explanation of the Twenty-Eight Sacred Families", "Famous Families in the History of Magic"... all related to pure-blood families books.

"The Holy Twenty-Eight Families are already incomplete, and someone must take responsibility at this critical moment." Malfoy leaned on a silver-headed crutch and put his right hand on his chest, quite a leader. "If the remaining pure-blood families don't know how to unite, In the end, they will only be defeated individually."

"The direct bloodlines of the Black family, the Crouch family, and the Gunter family are basically cut off. The glory and glory that once belonged to them can only be seen on the yellowed pages."

"If it hadn't been for Paul's letter, I think the Ministry of Magic would have given the last descendant of the Travis family to the Dementors as food." Malfoy said confidently, with threats mixed in his words.

He continued to instill the pure-blood philosophy into Rogge and wanted to firmly bind the Travis family to his chariot.

"Now, some people in the wizarding world have advocated giving rights to goblins. Have they forgotten that the current status of wizards was taken from goblins?"

"If these defeated people were not deprived of the right to use wands, we would be decapitated by goblins at any time in our sleep."

"The defeated lose everything. This is an eternal truth. Any kindness shown to them is a crime against the descendants of wizards." Malfoy gave an impassioned speech to Rogge.

He believed that Rogge's thoughts were a blank sheet of paper, and he could let his own pure-blood ideas be splashed with ink. Rogge nodded falsely. As long as it can bring benefits to himself, there is nothing wrong with being a pure blood.

"Uncle Malfoy, why can't our pure-blood family form an organization to speak out for ourselves?"

Malfoy laughed, pleased that Rogge had caught on quickly. Even draw inferences from one instance and put forward your own opinions and ideas. Looking at the thin boy, he couldn't help but compare Rogge with Draco.

It's not even better. After a slight comparison, I feel that my son is a complete waste. Enjoying the most favorable conditions, you can't even cast basic spells well. The fire in Malfoy's heart suddenly rose, and he wanted to disapparate back and give Draco a good beating.

"Rogg, you may not know that not long after the mysterious man incident, the entire magical world was very wary of pure-blood families. If we establish an organization, the entire magical world will target us." To be honest, Malfoy was very worried about Rogge. The proposal moved my heart.

"Uncle Malfoy, what about the Order of the Phoenix?" Rogge patted the books on the left side of the pillow. Those were sent by Dumbledore, and they all introduced the wizarding world and the Muggle world.

"This..." Malfoy was stunned. Not only did he know about Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix, he had also fought against it. But facing the most powerful white wizard in the 20th century, he didn't dare to fart despite his inner opinions.

"Alas, it's a pity that the mysterious man failed." Malfoy sighed, feeling very unwilling. If it hadn't been for Harry Potter, if...it's a pity that there is no if in history.

"You-Know-Who is too dangerous. Uncle Malfoy, I don't think anyone wants blood and death. All we want is to protect ourselves. Why can't we learn their parliamentary system like Muggles do?"

"Study Mudblood?" Malfoy screamed. He knew that Old Bee had bad intentions in sending so many books.

Rogge frowned and did not argue with Malfoy about the title. It's already 1991, not the Dark Middle Ages.

He believed that any wizard would communicate in a very friendly and kind manner when faced with human guns, cannons, giant ships, aircraft, and atomic weapons. Even Dumbledore and Grindelwald even brought Merlin back to life.

"Uncle Malfoy, power does not distinguish between high and low. Muggles have killed and injured tens of millions in wars for thousands of years, and their bones can fill the entire wizarding world." Rogge smiled and picked up the "Muggles" sent by Dumbledore. "Research on Guarana Politics".

"I think those countries that have become stronger during the war, whether they are wizards or not, have something to learn from."

"186 miles above our heads, human satellites orbit, and they name that space. Their astronauts landed on the moon, not by any magical power, but by a force they called For tech stuff.”

Malfoy fell silent after listening to Rogge's words. Those he had derogated as Mudbloods, high in the moon. And he was stepped on by the moon.

With thoughts and questions in mind, Malfoy left the ward. Jessica, who had already woken up, sat up straight and lamented that her son was growing up much faster than she imagined.

"Roger, do you really want to join Malfoy?"

"Mom, is the Dark Mark still on your left arm?"

Jessica touched her arm covered by the hospital gown and nodded.

"Mom, we have no other choice. Those people say we care too much about blood, what about them?"

"They preset their position early and pushed the pure-blood family to the opposite side, not to mention that our family has a history of Death Eaters." Rogge sat on Jessica's hospital bed, cuddling against his mother.

"Roger, it's just me and your father."

"It makes no difference. When the little wizards at Hogwarts know my identity, they will just call me a damn Death Eater brat."

Jessica heard Rogge's words and held her son's hand tightly. She really didn't think so much, she thought everything would be fine as long as she left Azkaban.

On an unknown day today, Professor Dumbledore, whom I had not seen for a long time, also came, and beside him was Professor McGonagall wearing square glasses.

"Ms. Jessica, little Roger, how are you doing?" Dumbledore dragged his silver-white beard and looked at Jessica and her son with a smile. He noticed the books Malfoy sent and frowned slightly.

"It's all much better, thanks to all of you for taking care of me." Jessica smiled. She still had a good impression of the principal.

"Great." Dumbledore smiled and took out two letters from his arms, "I think it's time for little Roger to decide."

"This is it?" Jessica and Little Roger looked at it in confusion.

"The admission invitations to Ilvermorny in the United States and Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in France are both good magic schools." Dumbledore explained, "Although the admission notice to Hogwarts has been sent long ago, Considering the circumstances, I think Roger had the right to choose a different school."