A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 473 I want Rogge to die!
When Sirius heard these words, the struggling movements of his four dog legs froze instantly. Rogge slowly loosened his grip on his dog's neck, and Blake landed on all fours, slowly exiting the Animagus form.

Kreacher hid behind Rogge in fear. He held onto Rogge's clothes tightly and only dared to stick out half of his head to peek at Sirius secretly. At this moment, Sirius looked decadent, and the light in his eyes had disappeared.

He knew in his heart that what Rogge said was true. It was he who first abandoned the family and was then removed from the family name by his mother. But he hated the atmosphere of the Black family, which was full of pure-blood arrogance and arrogance. His family had never treated Muggles as equals, and he couldn't stay there for a minute.

He didn't think he was wrong, but were his mother and brother wrong?
"If you choose freedom, of course you will lose the right to know the truth." Rogge reminded softly. Just as he was about to say something else, Lucius's voice came from the door.

"Sirius, don't be so willful." He scolded in the voice of an elder.

Lucius already had a few strands of silver on his temples, and his life was not easy during this period.

At the beginning of the summer vacation, he sent Draco to Europe. He claimed to be going to Quidditch training, but in fact, he was going to avoid the Death Eaters' revenge.

If it weren't for the strong pressure from Amelia and the Ministry of Magic, he would never have succumbed to Green's "treatment" and accepted the request to remove the Dark Mark.

Since the Goyle and Crabbe families were attacked, he has come to understand the reality and understands that he can only join the Ministry of Magic without looking back and go all the way to darkness.

Amelia specially invited Narcissa (Regulus's cousin) to accept the medals and honors posthumously awarded to Regulus by the Ministry of Magic as a family member of the hero. Her purpose is clear, to make all purebloods in the wizarding world understand that the fanatical pursuit of Voldemort is nothing more than a debauched nightmare, and that the Ministry of Magic is their eternal home.

Regardless of whether their choice more than ten years ago was based on their true intentions, the Minister himself and the Ministry of Magic are willing to give them a chance to make a new choice. As for Regulus's biological brother, Sirius Black... Amelia's eyes fell on the decadent-looking man in front of her, and she shook her head secretly.

She knew in her heart that Sirius was a more suitable invitation candidate, both from the perspective of bloodline and the status of the Black family. However, he is a loyal follower of Dumbledore and a core member of the Order of the Phoenix
Although he still bears the surname of the Black family, he can no longer become a representative of pure-blood wizards. In Amelia's eyes, he had lost the value of the invitation.

However, as an experienced politician, when Sirius stormed into the Ministry of Magic and caused a riot, Amelia still treated him with tolerance.

After all, he was still Regulus's biological brother, and as a family member of the hero, he had the right to express his excited emotions.

Rogge winked at Daphne, and the two quietly retreated to the edge of the stage with Kreacher.

Narcissa looked at Sirius's painful expression and couldn't help but approach him and comforted him softly: "Are you... okay?"

Compared to Bella, although Narcissa's position is questionable, she can at least have a conversation. Sirius looked back at his sister and remained silent.

His eyes then fell on Lucius's seemingly harmless face, and he snorted coldly, his eyes full of contempt.

At this time, Amelia came over and said softly to them: "Regulus is the pride of the Black family. He bravely fought against the Dark Lord with his own life."

"Narcissa, Sirius." Amelia paused for a moment and took an exquisite wooden box from Percy's hand. "The Ministry of Magic and the Order of Merlin have decided to posthumously award Regulus the Order of Merlin, First Class, in recognition of this. His huge contribution to the wizarding world."

"As his family..." Before she could finish speaking, Sirius forcefully pushed away the medal in front of him.

For other wizards, the Order of Merlin, First Class may be a coveted honor, but for the Black family, it is nothing more than an everyday item.

In the utility cabinet of Black's ancestral home, Sirius had seen many Orders of Merlin. In his opinion, these medals are nothing more than goods traded for money, lace used to decorate clothes.

Although Regulus's sacrifice gave this medal extraordinary significance. However, Black knew that behind the badge there were other motives for the Ministry of Magic. It is not simply an honor awarded to Regulus, but a bargaining chip used to redeem the loyalty of pure-blood wizards.

He saw through the true colors of Amelia and the Ministry of Magic. They didn't care about Regulus at all. All they cared about was their own power.

Sirius left the camera range of the dragon crystal mirror with a stern face. With a smile on his lips, Lucius walked into the center of the screen with his wife Narcissa.

Amelia thought to herself: "What a temperamental young master of the Black family. If it weren't for your brother, do you really think you can break into the Ministry of Magic at will?"

With a faint smile still on her face, she handed the second medal to Kreacher.

"Kreacher, this is a reward for your loyalty." Amelia opened the simple box. There was a silver gilt shield inlaid on the black velvet.

Kreacher's first reaction was to look at his master. Rogge encouraged him with his eyes and praised: "This is an honor given to you by the magical world. In history, you are the first house elf to have a badge. This honor , it’s much more noble than having your head hanging on a plaque.”

"Take it quickly." He urged softly.

Kreacher nodded, knelt down at Rogge's feet and kissed the upper of the shoe: "Kreacher will always be the most loyal slave of the master, and the master's orders are Kreacher's supreme law."

After saying that, it slowly stood up and respectfully took the badge awarded by Amelia with both hands.

This badge does not have an official name, but it is just a gadget that Sir Merlin forged at random using the leftover materials of the first-class medal. Without Rogge's insistence, it wouldn't even have a specific shape.

But for Kreacher, the badge meant far more than life itself. It represents a kind of glory that ancestors dreamed of but never touched, and it indicates that Kreacher will become a model that all house elves in the magical world look up to.

In front of the dragon crystal mirror, Amelia passionately praised Regulus's bravery. Then, the three pure-blood wizards jointly remembered the fallen heroes with elegant and solemn tones and gestures.

Do they really know Regulus? The answer may not matter. Because they only need to weave a drama together on the stage at this moment, so that the wizards watching the live broadcast through the mirror can feel their "deep friendship" for Regulus.

The hero's remains lie dormant in the cold black lake, while politicians are busy exploiting his sacrifice to further their own goals. This approach may sound a bit callous, but in the eyes of reasonable people, this is just the consensus of the real world.

Today, in Voldemort's camp, there are still pure-blood wizards who serve loyally as his minions, and they form the backbone of the Death Eaters. For example, Buck, Barty Jr., Bella and the Lestrange brothers, Cedric...

Compared to werewolves, goblins and other magical races, these pure-blood wizards are the backbone of the Death Eaters and pose the greatest threat to the magical world.

Amelia hopes that through this grand memorial service, those dark wizards will realize that they still have a way back.

In addition, Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix also had to provide assistance. Because everyone in the magic world understands that they will never associate with traditional purebloods.

Voldemort listened to Amelia's passionate speech, his cold eyes wandering around his men.

"Peter Pettigrew?" His eyes finally fell on Wormtail.

This traitor has the weakest will and is the most greedy for life and fear of death. However, he had no way out. Neither Harry nor the Ministry of Magic would forgive him.

"Buck? Barty Jr.? Bella?" His scarlet snake eyes narrowed slightly and scanned the faces of several people one by one.

Voldemort was not sure whether their loyalty to these pure-blooded Death Eaters was as unwavering as Kreacher's.

Voldemort looked at the youngest face here again, Cedric. This outstanding student at Hogwarts was supposed to have a bright future. He should be standing at the Ministry of Magic, climbing higher with Digory's help.

However, in a cruel twist of fate, he fell to his knees before Voldemort and became a member of the Death Eaters. If the Ministry of Magic extended an olive branch to him and pardoned him for murdering Muggles, Cedric might not hesitate to betray him.

Voldemort sneered, and the hissing sound in his throat sent chills down the spine of everyone present. It was at this moment that he realized that the loyalty of these pure-blood wizards was not strong.

No! In other words, their loyalty is firm.

However, what they support is not themselves, but the strong ones who can maintain the glory and power of pure blood.

"Am I a strong person?" Voldemort asked himself, and immediately gave an irrefutable affirmative answer.

He is the most powerful Dark Lord in the wizarding world today, and even Dumbledore cannot defeat him. His power is enough to make him the leader of pure-blood wizards.

However, there was an unsolvable knot between him and pure-blood wizards: his father was a Muggle.

This fact, like an unbridgeable gap, always existed between him and the pure-blood wizard.

Voldemort killed countless people in order to bury this secret. Even in school, he claimed to be the heir of Slytherin, pretending to be a pure-blood wizard and recruiting followers. He originally thought that no one in the magical world knew about his life experience. Even if Dumbledore knew, he would not reveal it to the public. Because Dumbledore opposed pure-bloodism, once he revealed Voldemort's mixed-race identity to the wizarding world, he betrayed his own ideals of equality.

However, Roger was completely different. He comes from a sacred pure-blood family. For him, not opposing mixed-blood wizards and Muggles is considered a radical in the pure-blood family.

Therefore, once he learned about Voldemort's origin, he would not hesitate to spread it everywhere. He had both the abilities and the motivations to make Voldemort infamous among pure-blood forces.

No matter how cruel Voldemort was to Muggles and Muggle-born wizards, he was still a second-class wizard in the eyes of purebloods. Because his bloodline is not pure enough, he does not deserve the allegiance of a pure-blood wizard.

His secret was like a bomb the size of underwear. After being detonated by Rogge, it completely destroyed the cornerstone of his rule over pure-blood wizards.

The more conservative a pure-blood wizard is, the less likely he is to accept him. After all, to purists, heretics are worth killing more than heretics.

Voldemort sat in his chair and burst into laughter. At this moment, he felt that his powerful magical power was so powerless. No matter how hard he tried or how cruel he was, he could not get rid of the prejudice of pure-blood wizards.

Unless, he kills all the pure-blood wizards in the magic world! He couldn't erase pure-blood prejudices, so he could only erase prejudiced wizards.

At this moment, he finally understood Dumbledore's thoughts. He understood why Dumbledore would spare no effort to suppress pure-blood families and promote equal treatment of mixed-race wizards, mudbloods, Muggles and other races in the wizarding world.

But he didn't deserve to be Dumbledore. Because Dumbledore is a pure-blood wizard, he is born to stand on the right side. And he is just a person with low self-esteem who hides his life experience, a clown who tries to erase the truth by killing insiders.

Voldemort hated his fate. He resented why he chose Slytherin House. He should have chosen Gryffindor, or even Hufflepuff. He should look for those mixed-blood wizards and mudbloods who are also suppressed and discriminated against, and let them stand with him.

He realized that he was born to be the opposite of pure blood, and he should also be the opposite of pure blood. But he betrayed his bloodline and chose to travel with pure-blood wizards and become one of them.

When a wizard is not pure blood, but imagines that he is pure blood, he becomes a lackey of pure blood.

If his Death Eaters were made up of half-blood wizards and Mudbloods, not even Dumbledore would have any reason to stop them from overthrowing pure-blood rule.

But now it's too late.

Voldemort slowly closed his eyes, knowing that his fate had been decided from the moment he walked to the Slytherin table during the Sorting Ceremony.

He couldn't help but think of Severus Snape. As a half-blood wizard, Snape was also sorted into Slytherin. If the Sorting Hat were not so smart, Snape should be in Gryffindor, and James and others should be in Slytherin.

The right person is always in the wrong position. Now that he thought about it carefully, he felt that all this could not be explained by coincidence.

"My slaves." His voice was still so cold, the rustling outside the door became louder, and the air slowly became colder.

Voldemort's aura, like his cruel methods, affects everything around him all the time. He not only used words to persuade the Death Eaters, but also put pressure on them mentally.

"You are all tested Death Eaters, and I believe that you will remain absolutely loyal to me." Voldemort's snake eyes slowly swept over everyone, and a sneer came from his throat, "No matter in the past, present or future In the future, I have fulfilled your requirements.”

"Power, wealth, status..." He stared at Bella's face and said softly: "And the desire to kill Muggles."

"We stand here for a common goal, for the benefit of pure blood." Voldemort's eyes turned to the door, where new figures were joining one after another.

Buck drifted away with his peripheral vision, seeing all the unfamiliar faces.

"Narrak, the goblin from America." Voldemort regained his majesty and pointed to an empty spot in the circle. "Your ingenuity deserves the power to hold the wand, as well as other rights that have been deprived of by the Ministry of Magic."

"Baldwin, the genius potion master who created the Snake Man." Voldemort pointed to another empty spot in the circle and asked him to stand next to Snape's position. "He will create a steady stream of armies for us."

"Potter." He paused and said in a joking tone, "I hate this last name, but I welcome Mr. Amber Potter. He is one of the Twelve Aurors of the Magical Congress of the United States of America."

He then introduced more members, including werewolves, vampires and dark wizards from other forces. Dementors wandered the fields around the house, acting as a warning against prying eyes from outside wizards.

Voldemort continued to introduce new Death Eaters to Buck and others, and his suspicious heart gradually settled down.

By using different races and fringe wizards, he not only expanded his power and satisfied his own ambitions, but also made the local Death Eaters understand that even without the help of pure-blood wizards, he was still the one who could overthrow the wizarding world. Voldemort.

The originally sparse circle was instantly filled with new members. A smile finally appeared in Voldemort's snake eyes, and he thought to himself: "Does it matter whether a pure-blood wizard is loyal or not?"

"It's not important!" he asked himself.

"Giants and centaurs will also join us." Voldemort boasted without hesitation, not expecting them to reject his offer.

Although everyone swore allegiance to Voldemort, everyone came together to overthrow the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore, and the various laws. However, the native British Death Eaters still looked down upon these foreign country bumpkins and lower races.

"What kind of thing is worthy of begging for food from our British magical world?" Little Barty squinted at the goblin opposite, his eyes full of contempt.

Voldemort knew his subordinates' thoughts well, but he didn't care about it because all he needed were useful tools.

"I have formulated a plan that will not only change the situation in the British wizarding world, but also be expected to shape the global pattern." Voldemort stood in the middle of the circle and spoke in a majestic and confident tone, "Once successful, we will become this magical world." Master of the planet."

"Baldwin, you continue to be responsible for spreading the snake virus. At least one million snakes must be prepared before the end of this month. One hundred thousand of them, I will send to the Isle of Wight."

"million?"

"What, that's too much?" Voldemort said coldly.

Baldwin shook his head and said arrogantly: "Master, you need too little. You may not know that the virus spreads exponentially."

"Especially those stupid Muggles, they are dirty and despicable..."

"That's enough, prepare your army of snake men." Voldemort interrupted him with a cold tone.

Baldwin nodded quickly to show his obedience: "Yes, Master."

"Buck, you are responsible for going to Travis Manor and looking for opportunities to restrain Rogge." Voldemort waved his wand and split the mirror into pieces.

Buck was shocked, but still respectfully agreed: "As you command, my master."

"Narlac, you are responsible for leading the way to the snake people in the underground passage." Voldemort let out an eerie laugh and shouted in a sharp voice: "I want Rogge to die!"

"Master, Rogge is not a shaky little wizard." Buck reminded carefully, "If you can give me full responsibility, I can prepare more comprehensively and I will definitely kill Rogge."

"Wormtail will take care of these things." Voldemort did not agree to Buck's request, but instead put Wormtail in charge.

Peter's eyes were looking around mischievously. With so many Death Eaters arriving at once, it was a good thing to hide quietly. However, Voldemort didn't give him a chance to be lazy in paddling.

When he heard that he was asked to lead the team and lead the snake men to attack Travis Manor, Peter did not dare to refuse, so he could only bite the bullet and ask Voldemort: "Master, will you go?"

"You can handle it yourself, I have many things to do." Voldemort turned his head and looked at the shattered lenses on the ground, "I want to focus on Harry."

"A hundred thousand snakemen won't be able to destroy a small manor, right?" He stared at Wormtail coldly again, his eyes full of scrutiny, as if he was judging whether Peter was a waste.

(End of this chapter)