A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 508 Jiefang Truck

In addition to Dumbledore, Bellingrum was weighing the various forces in the wizarding world in his mind.

It excluded, first of all, the Ministry of Magic, whose wizards and witches appeared to be more selfish than the greediest goblins, despite their pretense of being righteous.

In Bellingrum's opinion, even a Dark Lord like Voldemort is more trustworthy than those lying politicians.

After careful consideration, it found that it had few options: either become an ally of the Holy Pure-Blood Family or maintain a neutral stance.

As for those half-blood wizards, Bellingrum sneered at them. Its contempt for them even exceeded the contempt of pure-bloods for Muggle-blood wizards.

When it comes to the purity of their blood, magical creatures are even stricter and more conservative than pure-blood wizards.

"Rogge, what are you going to choose?" Bellingrum asked curiously, his eyes revealing hesitation about the future. "As the heir of the holy pure-blood family, will Travis stand on the side of Mr. Dumbledore?"

Roger's answer was frank and firm: "I'm afraid not."

"Pure-blood families would rather cooperate with the Ministry of Magic than bow down to Dumbledore." There was an unquestionable determination in his voice.

"He always tries to weaken the power and influence of pure-blood families and distribute them to other wizards." He paused, and his tone became more firm: "We can accept that non-pure-blood wizards have a place in the Ministry of Magic, but the ruling power of the wizarding world must be in the hands of pure-blood families."

"This is our honor and tradition, we must maintain it. If they want, they should go to war instead of gaining power under Dumbledore's protection."

“Power never chooses the weak and the cowardly.”

Bellinrum wrinkled his nose slightly. He smelled an ancient and firm breath from Rogge's words, just like the agarwood hidden deep in the black castle, solid and persistent.

Just as Bellingrum was about to respond, Roger continued, "In fact, those non-pure-blood wizards will not necessarily choose Dumbledore. The current situation is very different from what it was a dozen years ago."

Bellinrum's eyebrows slightly raised, his eyes full of curiosity and confusion. "Huh? Why?" he asked, surprised by Rogge's words.

Roger gently pulled the joystick, making the airship turn gracefully in the air. He exhaled a breath of white air, looked forward firmly, and explained softly: "Because Voldemort can give them a great future."

"From the moment they became wizards, an irreparable gap had already been created between them and the Muggle world. Pure-bloods discriminate against non-pure-bloods, but that doesn't mean non-pure-bloods don't discriminate against Muggles."

"If they give up Dumbledore and choose Voldemort, they can get more at this stage. Since there is a chance to become a king and a noble, who would be willing to be just a freeman and a serf?"

His words shocked Bellinrum's heart, and it had a deeper understanding of the war. It realized that although Roger was young, his wisdom and insight into the magic world far exceeded that of ordinary people.

"Rogge, who do you think we should choose?" Bellinrum raised his wand, stared at Rogge sharply, and asked further: "I mean, who can become the ultimate winner and let us regain the power to use the wand."

Rogge was silent for a moment, and his expression became serious. As a wizard, he instinctively tended to think that other magical races should become subordinates of wizards.

But reality is far more complicated than ideal, the number of wizards is limited, and they like to fight among themselves. When a small number of disunited groups try to oppress the majority, the result is often only war and failure.

"To be honest, I'm not very willing to offer advice." Roger finally spoke, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "After all, you can't guarantee that the goblins will never rebel."

Bellinrum felt a little heavy-hearted, and thought silently in his heart: "Yes, how could a pure-blood wizard support the goblin to regain control of the wand."

It felt a little desperate, but Rogge's next words gave it a glimmer of hope.

"But..." Rogge deliberately dragged out his voice to whet the other party's appetite, "If you want to gain, you must lose first."

"You mean Gringotts?" Bellingrum asked tentatively.

"Haha, I mean freedom." Rogge laughed lightly, his eyes quickly scanning the nautical chart. The airship had crossed the Middle East and was approaching the Indian Ocean.

He glanced at Bellinrum, and the goblin king's face looked as ugly as mud.

"It's not your freedom, but the freedom of the wand," he explained, his eyes gleaming with wisdom. "If there is a wand similar to the house-elves, it can never cast a spell on wizards. I think the wizarding world will not refuse it."

"This is difficult." Bellinrum murmured, "The wand needs to serve its wielder."

"So?" Roger waited for Bellinrum's answer.

"Let me think about it." Bellinrum took a deep breath and began to weigh Rogge's proposal in his mind.

If wands become like house-elves, servile to wizards, will goblins remain unaffected in the future?

The continent and the ocean below the airship were shrouded in darkness. Even in Victoria Harbor, there was no light. Under the double blow of the snake virus and food shortage, this once busy port was now as deserted as a cemetery.

Those idle large ships and containers are like coffins lying quietly in the night, rusting and mottled with the passage of time and the blowing of sea breeze.

Rogge hovered the airship at the junction of the stratosphere and the mesosphere, spread his wings and landed with Bellinrum.

"Are you sure that the supplies were not resold?" Rogge asked in a low voice.

Bellinrum shook his head firmly, his tone very confident: "Those are our goblin property, and they have been safely transported to the warehouse. If it weren't for the transportation ban issued by Amelia, we would have transported them back long ago."

"Okay, we'll meet here in half an hour." Rogge and Bellingrum checked their watches, and then their figures quickly shuttled through the dark streets and finally disappeared into the shadow of the corner.

It was the autumn of 1995, and Hong Kong was still a colony of the British Empire. The Ministry of Magic had set up a special office in the city's Central and Western District to monitor and manage wizards in the area and ensure that they were not discovered by Muggles.

The lack of food and the dense population made the whole city filled with an atmosphere of anxiety and panic. Citizens fled in a hurry and sought refuge in the north, and the inland areas could not sit idly by and watch the famine spread.

Roger, who had used the Disillusionment Charm, admired those famous buildings like an ordinary tourist. On Queen's Road, the lights of several Jiefang brand trucks pierced through the thick darkness and roared past.

They sometimes stop at street corners, and soldiers in protective clothing unload water and food from the vehicles.

Rogge moved closer and tried to hear their conversation clearly. But since he could only listen to Cantonese songs roughly, he could hardly grasp the main points of their conversation. However, judging from the actions of the soldiers, these trucks were obviously not the first time to come here.

Faced with the threat of famine, the Governor of Hong Kong had to accept the assistance from the mainland and allow them to enter in advance. Central and Western District, as the most prosperous area in Hong Kong, has been opened to the outside world, and Yuen Long and North District may have welcomed the arrival of these trucks long ago. Roger did not stay here for long, he was not interested in political struggles. He just went to Victoria Peak according to the address Furong left him last time.

In the shadow of the moon, the windows of the villa shone with a warm glow, in stark contrast to the dimness below the mountain. Furong was hosting a grand dinner party in the villa, inviting a group of local justices of the peace to admire her collection of precious artifacts and artworks.

In this turbulent era, she could buy very valuable artworks at low prices. Fleur believed that everything caused by Voldemort would soon disappear. At that time, the value of these artworks would skyrocket.

"Sir, do you have an invitation from Miss Delacour?" He Wenjie, the bodyguard in a suit, quickly stepped forward.

Wearing a white mask, protective goggles and a pair of white gloves, he stood in front of Rogge firmly but politely.

His eyes quickly and secretly scanned Rogge's clothes, noticing the strange black robe he was wearing. However, no magician was invited to today's banquet, and no guests would walk up the mountain.

"Please inform that Mr. Travis from London is waiting outside the door." Roger said in a pure London accent.

The confidence in his accent and tone immediately made He Wenjie's attitude more respectful.

"I'm short on time, probably about ten minutes left," Roger said, casually rolling up his sleeves to check the time.

He Wenjie's eyes were drawn to the watch, and he quickly confirmed its authenticity. Working in a wealthy area, the ability to identify luxury goods is crucial. He can quickly determine the identity of a visitor by looking at small and delicate items on him.

Maybe Roger looked like a weirdo as he walked up the mountain, but his watch was a silent proof of his identity and wealth.

It was a Patek Philippe Ref. 3974, a commemorative model launched in 150 to celebrate the brand's 1989th anniversary.

He Wenjie had read about this watch in a magazine and learned that it was the world's first perpetual calendar minute repeater watch equipped with a winding movement, and also one of the most complicated watches currently available.

In addition to the high price, this watch was issued in very small quantities, and the owners were either rich or noble. As a bodyguard, He Wenjie had never seen a guest wearing such a watch. He no longer had any questions, turned around quickly, and ran into the villa to inform Rogge of his arrival.

Roger looked at He Wenjie's departing back, feeling confused, and whispered to himself: "Strange."

He never thought that the watch on his hand would help him in this situation. It was just a Christmas gift from Thompson. If Hogwarts hadn't passively destroyed electronic products, Roger wouldn't have worn it.

"Rogge!" Furong lifted her skirt and ran over with a smile. She opened her arms and threw herself into Rogge's arms without hesitation, "Are you here to see me?"

The bodyguards at the door were very tactful and dispersed. In this difficult era, it was very valuable to be able to find a job in a wealthy area, and they didn't want to lose this job that could keep them fed and clothed because of their stupidity.

He Wenjie took a deep breath and secretly felt lucky. This Mr. Travis was obviously not just an acquaintance of the villa hostess, but more like her boyfriend. If he had deliberately made things difficult for her just now, he could just roll down the hill now.

"I just happened to have some things to deal with with the fairy, and when I thought of you being here, I came to see you." As Roger spoke, he gently put his arm around Furong's waist, his smile full of concern, "It seems that you are doing well, and the virus and famine don't seem to have had much impact on you."

Furong held his hand tightly and said coquettishly, "It has a huge impact on business. Those antiques could have been auctioned for hundreds of millions, but now no one is interested."

"Come on, let's go to the dinner." She tempted Roger.

Roger shook his head, then kissed her lightly on the lips, with a hint of reluctance in his tone: "Time is running out, I have to rush back to Hogwarts. Next time I will make some portkeys, so it will be much more convenient to come here."

He handed her a Traceless expansion pack and said, "There are some potions in here to prevent the snake-man virus. They will be on sale after Halloween. Take it, just in case."

"Well, I'll wait for you." Furong held the expansion pack tightly, and they looked at each other reluctantly after a passionate and lingering French kiss. It was not until Rogge's figure disappeared into the night that Furong slowly withdrew her gaze.

Even though she was in the Far East, Fleur could still feel the disaster that Voldemort and the Death Eaters had brought to the wizard and Muggle worlds. Without the food support from the northern continent, hundreds of thousands of Muggles down the mountain might have starved to death.

However, their kindness was not rewarded. The Muggle Governor came to argue with them almost every day, and many local Muggles were incited to refuse to accept relief food. There was a sense of stupid naivety in their inexplicable backbone.

Furong couldn't understand what these people were thinking. She turned around slowly and returned to the dinner with a smile. The guests at the dinner curiously asked about Roger's identity, but Furong simply evaded the question by saying that she was a partner.

Miss Delacour's identity has always been a mystery among the gentlemen of Taiping Mountain. Some people speculate that she is from France, while others believe that she is from Britain. But in any case, she is able to take charge of the entire auction at such a young age, which makes everyone look at her with new eyes.

Especially the Governor of Hong Kong, who almost never missed the dinners she hosted. It seemed that Delacour's background was even deeper than his own.

The cargo of Bellingrum was even richer than Rogge had imagined. In addition to the protective materials mentioned earlier, there were nearly 100 tons of white flour, white rice, and white sugar.

Rogge flipped through it casually and found the familiar snakeskin bag and simplified Chinese characters. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, and asked curiously, "Did you buy this food from the north?"

"I heard it was done by a local Muggle organization." Bellingrum was obviously in a good mood.

It doesn't care how the other party got it, it only knows that by shipping these supplies to America, it can get at least 10 times the profit.

Roger said no more. Every place has its own logic of survival. He is not a judge, so why should he care about these things?

Bellinrum sat on the cargo and waved his wand, and nearly a hundred tons of supplies rose smoothly into the air.

Roger smiled and praised, "Not bad for your magic power." Then he gently reminded, "Remember to pay the wand rental fee when you get back."

He glanced at the supplies and held up a finger: "One hundred Galleons."

"What! You black-hearted wizard!" Bellinrum was so angry that he jumped up and down, but he did not reject Rogge's offer.

Roger stood in the cockpit, looking at the lights on Victoria Peak through the window at his feet. Those tiny lights flickered in the night, as if they were the last remaining glory of the prosperous city of Hong Kong.

He took a deep breath, feeling the unique charm of the city, then turned his gaze forward, pulled the joystick, and piloted the airship to set sail again.

As the airship passed through the clouds, the outline of Hong Kong gradually disappeared from sight, replaced by a vast darkness.

Rogge looked to the north, the beautiful coastline was round and full, silently accumulating strength. He turned his head firmly and rushed into the darkness with the airship.

(End of this chapter)