A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 511 Dumbledore Against Dumbledore
Dumbledore looked sad, and his heart was full of contradictions. He knew that he could not and should not accuse Amelia of being selfish in her decision.

If he criticized the other party's decision publicly, it might lead to criticism from the entire British wizarding community, because everyone is selfish and wants to be the first to get ashore from the flood.

In the face of disaster, race and region have become the primary criteria for distinguishing you, me and him. Any high-sounding universal speech will be dismembered by the bloody reality.

Putting aside these complicated thoughts, the realistic problem is that even Dumbledore cannot provide the materials for brewing potions in large quantities, let alone decide the final ownership of each potion.

After careful consideration, Dumbledore asked softly, "Rog, do you mind making the potion formula public?"

"This..." Rogge seemed a little hesitant. He crossed his arms, his brows revealing deep thought.

Snake Repellent Potion not only protects Muggles from the snake-man virus, it also has the magical effect of curing blood diseases, which means that each bottle of potion is worth a lot of money and can bring a lot of wealth to the maker himself.

Publishing the formula means that all wizards in the world can circumvent the patent law and brew the potion on their own. The Travis family will undoubtedly lose its monopoly on the potion and lose the huge wealth that is about to be obtained.

In the face of naked interests, Roger didn't want to talk about noble concepts such as life and kindness. To him, these were too noble and incompatible with his poverty.

Roger felt that he was very poor from the bottom of his heart. There was so much wealth in the world, but he only had a tiny speck of it.

Dumbledore did not continue to ask questions. He just sat there quietly, looking at Roger gently, waiting for his answer.

The long room was silent, even the breathing sounded faint and suppressed. The portraits on the wall also turned their heads and looked at the Slytherin student curiously, waiting for what decision he would make.

Roger enjoyed this tense atmosphere, which was exactly what he wanted. He needed to let Dumbledore understand how precious the formula of the snake repellent potion was and how invaluable it was.

If he could be made to give up his wealth with sweet words, then Dumbledore might as well try to persuade Voldemort to mend his ways.

"Mr. Dumbledore..." Roger finally spoke. He sighed deeply, his tone formal and resolute, "I rejected countless offers, including Amelia, Malfoy... Even my mother Jessica thought it should be kept secret."

Dumbledore's kind expression became a little heavy, but he still maintained his smile and patience. He did not interrupt Roger's words, but just listened quietly.

"As a student of Hogwarts Slytherin College, I am happy to contribute my intelligence and talents to the development of the wizarding world." Roger's tone became a little excited, with a gleam in his eyes.

"Without Mr. Snape's careful training, my Potions would not have reached the level it is today. The professors at Hogwarts not only imparted me with a wealth of knowledge, but more importantly, shaped my character."

Rogge's words were so sincere that even the portraits in the frames were moved, and many of them shed tears.

"What a good boy, and he's a Slytherin student." One portrait said with emotion.

"Yes, even if each potion is sold for 1 Galleon, he will become the richest wizard in the wizarding world."

"What he gave up was not wealth, but a machine that continuously creates wealth. Roger Travis is a noble wizard, a great wizard, a wizard who transcends worldly interests and is beneficial to the whole world!"

"He deserves all the honors. The Order of Merlin, First Class, and the School's Special Contribution Award. Oh, he should be awarded the title of 'Great Magician'!" Another portrait shouted excitedly.

The voices of the former principals' discussions lingered in Rogge's ears, and he blushed a little at the praise, and couldn't help feeling smug in his heart.

Any other honor would be fine, but the title of "Grand Wizard" means that Roger, like Dumbledore, has made great contributions to the wizarding world.

His name, his magic photos, and all his achievements will be permanently recorded on the picture. With the sales of Chocolate Frog, Roger Travis' name will spread to every corner of the world.

There is no doubt that this is a great honor and reward, and even the usually indifferent Snape couldn't help but get excited. Roger was his student, and being able to train such an outstanding potion master undoubtedly proved Severus Snape's outstanding ability.

Roger closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the chaotic emotions in his heart and put those words of praise behind him.

He secretly warned himself that this magnificent honor was nothing more than the most realistic exchange of interests. He was not a prostitute in the red-light district who needed to sell himself for a negligible living expense.

He is Roger Travis, the heir of a sacred pure-blood wizard family. He studies in Slytherin and abides by the most important principle of equivalent exchange for wizards.

To him, honor was the most boring and uninteresting thing in the world, just like the medals on the chests of Hogwarts prefects, which were just cheap crafts used to redeem their labor and positions.

If his goal is to become Minister of Magic, President of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, or even Headmaster of Hogwarts in the future, then making potion formulas available to the wizarding world free of charge will be a solid cornerstone.

Such a move will win him countless support and praise, clear obstacles and pave the way for his future.

However, Roger did not pursue these. He preferred to maintain his independence, just like in Slytherin, as a shadow prefect, free to act according to his own ideas.

His eyes flashed with determination, and his tone was gentle but full of determination: "Principal, I thank you and the professors for all the teachings you have given me, but I must follow my heart."

The smile in Dumbledore's eyes disappeared instantly. He stared at Roger calmly, waiting for the final answer.

"Publicizing the potion formula will not save all Muggles. Instead, it may bring about a greater disaster." Roger said firmly, facing Dumbledore's deep and stern gaze, "Potion materials are not endless. The desires of wizards and Muggles are deeper than the Mariana Trench, and their greed is uglier than the Great Rift Valley of East Africa."

"I firmly believe that once the formula is made public, the relevant materials will be plundered by wizards, and even vipers will be hunted to extinction."

"There is no shortage of talented wizards in the magic world. They will soon realize that snake marrow juice can be replaced by other ingredients. Whether we like it or not, the second formula will be researched."

"You may not know that if a Muggle drinks a whole bottle of Snake Repellent Potion, their blood will be purified. Blood diseases such as leukemia will be completely cured." "I can assert that this is a rebirth-like experience for Muggles." Roger shook his head helplessly, staring at Dumbledore's gradually gentle eyes, "The Muggle dignitaries will monopolize all the Snake Repellent Potion. They would rather pour it out than give it to ordinary people."

"If it is made public, it will mean countless murders." His voice was not loud, but in the quiet principal's office, it was like a thunderclap, shocking everyone present.

Because Roger pointed out a problem that no one can avoid: wizards and Muggles are selfish and evil by nature. More fundamentally, all groups have their own positions.

The Snake Man virus is like a mirror, clearly reflecting the differences between wizards and Muggles. In front of it, the world is divided into two halves: wizards are safe, and Muggles are mutated.

The snake repellent virus is a measuring stick that uses power and wealth to measure who can receive the potion's protection from disaster.

"If you don't mind, I can make the potion formula public to the wizarding world as you wish." Roger said calmly and kicked the ball back to Dumbledore's feet.

If it weren't for Roger's speech, Dumbledore would have been very happy to praise Roger's selflessness and reward him with tons of honors for his contributions to Muggles.

But now, Dumbledore hesitated. He felt like he was holding a hot knife. Once it was handed over to wizards all over the world, Muggles might become butter that could be cut at will.

He had seen such a scene before, not long ago at the Magical Congress of the United States. Those American wizards used their cheap spells and potions to drive Muggles at will, turning them into slaves and servants.

Wizards wield wands and master the power of magic. Their wisdom and knowledge are enough to shake the foundation of the Muggle world. However, they have not gained worldly wealth or prominent status.

On the contrary, most wizards live in relatively poor conditions and must carefully conceal their identities to avoid violating the Statute of Secrecy and incurring severe punishment from the Ministry of Magic.

"Albus, the Statute of Secrecy is also a huge obstacle." Snape walked him out of the way just in time and explained in a slightly deep voice: "If we make the formula of the potion public, then the world of wizards and magic will inevitably be exposed to the eyes of Muggles."

"I suggest that the major wizarding communities provide the materials, and they can then let the Muggles be baptized with rainwater mixed with the antidote through the Prime Minister, the President, and the like."

Roger secretly gave Snape a thumbs up. This was an excellent plan that respected the interests of everyone. Not only could ordinary Muggles be protected from the threat of the snake-man virus, but the ruling class of the Muggle world could also buy snake repellent potions for themselves to protect their own health.

With the orderly influx of Muggle wealth, the wizarding world will usher in an unprecedented prosperity. Those once low and narrow wooden houses will become tall and majestic, and the dark streets will be illuminated by magic lampposts...

Then, wizards will create more magical products, which will gradually flow into Muggle society through the Ministry of Magic and the rulers of the Muggle world.

As this communication increased, the once strictly applied Statutes of Secrecy began to seem outdated and were eventually reviewed and revised.

At that time, Dumbledore, who upholds the Statute of Secrecy, will become a thoroughgoing conservative, minimal and redundant.

And he, Roger Travis, was just a wizard obsessed with potions. The potions he created with his wisdom undoubtedly deserved corresponding rewards.

Dumbledore fell silent. Deep down in his heart, he wanted to refute Roger's point of view, but he found that he could not find a strong enough argument. He was used to persuading others with kindness and love, but now such persuasion seemed pale and powerless.

"Alas, this is Slytherin." Dumbledore sighed helplessly. He felt helpless and familiar with Slytherin House's profit-first approach and pragmatism.

Knowing that Roger would not easily give up the huge interests behind the snake repellent potion, he could not oppose his proposal. What made Dumbledore most uncomfortable was that he opposed himself and rejected himself.

He was struggling between two voices in his heart: he hoped that the world could become a better place because of love, but he also understood that it was impossible to ask everyone to give up their interests for love at the same time.

Finally, he gave in to reality.

If everyone gives a little love, the world may become a beautiful world. But charitable organizations that gather love will surely have a bright and beautiful world before the world does.

"Ahem..." Dumbledore cleared his throat, trying to hide his inner embarrassment and conflict, "Then... let's keep the potion formula secret for the time being." He compromised somewhat helplessly.

"Rog, I will gather some resources and deliver the potions to where they are most needed."

Roger smiled and nodded, then raised his voice and promised generously, "Principal, please leave the formula for the snake repellent potion. I'm afraid I can't handle such a large demand in the future by myself."

"If Mr. Snape is willing to help, more people can be saved. And I can focus more on the potion to save the snake people."

"Of course." Dumbledore smiled, "I will also ask Professor Sprout to plant the corresponding herbs and make as many as possible."

He looked at the suitcase and patted it gently. "I will take them to the American wizarding world and use the Thunderbird's ability to mix the antidote into the heavy rain to cover a wider area."

Roger smiled and nodded, thinking to himself, "It's not like the American wizarding world is the hardest hit."

Although the Snake Man virus first broke out in the United States, except for the big cities on the east and west coasts, other places are sparsely populated. In addition, the Cold War had just ended, and the rednecks were still very concerned about the doomsday.

In the vast land of North America, almost every family has a basement, and many people have built bunkers. As long as they survive the first wave of the virus, most Muggles can survive.

In contrast, in other areas without organization, discipline, or scientific knowledge, there are almost no living people. The rampant spread of the virus is one aspect, but the role of people is the biggest cause of destruction.

"That's right. If there are no survivors, there's no need to save them." Rogge's mouth corners slightly raised, as if he was mocking, or mocking himself, and he muttered softly, "It saves trouble."

Although these two words are convenient, the reality is so cold and desperate.

(End of this chapter)