A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 515: The Land of Fairies

The huge airship hovered steadily at the seaside, and the deck was piled with supplies shipped by the goblins. Roger looked at the heavy cargo list and finally understood why the goblins didn't carry the goods to the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.

Boxes of canned meat and dried fruit were neatly stacked, giving off an alluring aroma. Hundreds of tons of flour, soybean oil, and milk powder occupied most of the deck. Bottled water for drinking was simply and roughly piled in the dry swimming pool, with hundreds of bundles of herbs randomly squeezed next to them, all of which were deformed by the pressure.

"These should be antibiotics and painkillers, right?" Roger waved the dagger in his hand, cut open a package box, and took out several bottles of medicine from it to examine them carefully.

Bellingrum smiled innocently, with a cunning gleam in his eyes. "These things are all top-quality stuff prepared for Muggles. No matter what disease you have, taking these antibiotics and painkillers will always work immediately. If one tablet is not enough, take two tablets. If half a bottle doesn't work, take a whole bottle."

"Hiss..." Rogge took a breath of cold air. "Painkillers can be addictive if taken too much. It's best not to abuse antibiotics." He casually opened another blue cardboard box, which contained asthma medicines neatly stacked inside.

"How did you get these?" Roger asked puzzled.

Bellinrum rubbed his hands mysteriously and said with a smile, "It's a business activity, confidential, confidential. By the way, Roger, there will be another batch of iron goods to be shipped up soon, all of which are... heavy things."

"What? Are they Muggle heavy weapons like tanks?" Roger frowned when he heard the word "iron goods" and warned, "I'm helping you transport the supplies for humanitarian reasons. Dangerous goods are not included in this transportation."

"How can there be a tank as big as this? It's just a bunch of small bullets." Seeing that Roger was about to refuse, Bellingrum immediately explained, "In order to ensure the safety of Muggle customers, having enough bullets is also a humanitarian need. Besides, I'm taking the initiative to pay more this time! Double the shipping fee!"

"American Muggles are still short of bullets?" Roger asked in disbelief.

"Their factory has been shut down for half a year. How could they not be short of bullets?" Bellingrum muttered, "I bought these for Winchester and Power Metal."

Roger looked the cunning goblin up and down, wondering how he got involved with the Muggle arms dealer. However, it was really a happy America, with guns shot every day.

Perhaps because his eyes were too sharp, Bellinrum finally revealed the truth: "It's actually the business of Narrak, the goblin who surrendered to the Dark Lord. It sells bullets to normal Muggles, which can resist the attacks of the snake people."

"Narrak..." Roger thought for a moment, and the image of a short and strong elf emerged in his mind.

Narrak is the owner of the Blind Pig Bar in the wizarding world, but he is actually a notorious gangster in the underworld. He likes to smoke cigars, wear striped suits, and even has a special liking for Newt's Bowtruckle.

They had met once, but it wasn't a very pleasant experience.

Bellinrum seemed to see Roger's concerns and interrupted his thoughts: "Rogge, business is business and allies are allies."

"We goblins can help the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore on the battlefield, fighting against the evil Dark Lord and the Death Eaters. But goblins are an independent group after all, and their freedom to buy and sell will not be restricted by any party."

It looked calm and said in a relaxed tone: "It's not shameful to make money."

"Heh." Rogge sneered and said sarcastically: "You goblins' faces really amaze me. You are secretly communicating with the enemy and accompanying your allies. There is no delay over there."

"Thank you for your compliment. We sell both." It winked and said, "This... doesn't count as aiding the enemy, right?"

Perhaps its conscience was tortured a little, causing this unscrupulous person to hesitate during self-hypnosis.

"International support, I understand!" Rogge patted Bellinrum's shoulder with his broad palm, pointed at the new goods outside and smiled: "This is a different price, do you understand what I mean?"

Bellinrum muttered something to himself, took out a bulging purse from his pocket, and his face was full of reluctance.

"Charged by the box." Rogge pried open the wooden box, and rows of neatly stacked bullets flashed a cold light.

He picked up a handful at random. They were all .22 small-caliber bullets. Generally suitable for pistols, rifles and shotguns, and are also the most commonly used bullet type in the United States. However, they are all made of steel instead of brass.

"1 box for 1 Sickle, no bargaining."

Bellinrum looked at the boxes of bullets that kept coming in, secretly calculating the freight in his mind. He felt his body trembling and sweat on his back, but for the sake of greater profits, he had to accept Rogge's "robbery".

"You are such a robber!" It complained indignantly, and the sound echoed in the empty airship. Rogge cleared his ears with his little finger and didn't take it seriously at all.

At this moment, the sound of heavy boots hitting the floor came from inside the airship.

Nagini wore a pair of knee-high leather boots, and her white open shirt was squeezed by a black tight corset to show her hot curves. On both sides of her reddish-brown wide belt, there were a gold-engraved revolver and a black magic wand.

She adjusted the sky-blue captain's hat on her head and reported to Roger in a crisp voice: "Master, the route has been planned. The whole journey will take 40 minutes. We can set off at any time."

When Bellingrum saw the witch suddenly appear, a trace of vigilance and suspicion flashed in his eyes. He pulled Roger's sleeve and reminded him in a low voice: "Is she trustworthy? Our transportation operation must be kept secret. This time we have to enter the American magic world from the territory of Narlak."

"Absolutely reliable." Rogge glared at it and put on his mask, mocking it: "At least my captain lady won't sell me out for a few galleons."

"Oh, you will pay double the price for our friendship. How can I bear to sell it to others... Well, what I mean is that our friendship is indestructible." Bellinrum praised shamelessly.

After the last batch of supplies was loaded onto the airship, Nagini waved her wand and the airship quickly rose into the air. The desktop below the console also turned into a 3D panoramic navigation map.

A blue route departs from the sky over the Shetland Islands and flies westward for about 3000 miles. After reaching the east coast of Newfoundland, the route will turn southwest and enter Maine and Massachusetts in the American magical world from Quebec in eastern Canada.

"This is the most hidden route." Bellingrum nodded continuously and outlined on the map with his finger: "Yes, we are flying along the Atlantic coastline. After leaving Quebec, we will reach our fairy territory on the ground..."

That was the territory Voldemort gave to the Death Eater Gnarlrak. Today, goblins waved their wands there, enjoying the rights that their ancestors had been deprived of by wizards.

As the east coast was blocked by Voldemort and the Death Eaters, MACUSA could not directly obtain support from the European wizarding community. Accordingly, the Death Eaters were caught in a dilemma by being attacked from both sides.

The Parliament could not find a safe transportation route to bypass Voldemort, and the Death Eaters had a lot of wealth but nowhere to use it. At this moment, both sides were living in poverty. There was nothing but money in the vault, and no extra magical materials.

Faced with this dilemma, the cunning Narrak saw a business opportunity. Under its command, the goblins worked day and night and finally dug a tunnel that went from east to west in the Rocky Mountains.

Then, it sold various scarce resources to American wizards and Muggles at high prices, and then purchased goods from Bellingrum at low prices, earning gold and jewelry continuously to fill its own coffers.

With the sincere cooperation with the European goblin relatives, Narlak's business can't be said to be profitable, but it can only be said to be taking advantage of the fire. The airship flew silently above the clouds, and after entering the sky above Quebec Province, Roger also became particularly vigilant.

He gripped his wand tightly and ordered the console to monitor all magical fluctuations around him, then turned to ask Bellinrum: "What is the Dark Lord doing recently? Is his peace scam with the wizarding world still going on?"

"The two sides were about to sign the treaty, but that stubborn old man Dumbledore insisted on interfering." Bellingrum shook his head, his tone sounding a little cheerful, "This helped me a lot. If they had signed the treaty in a hurry, I would have lost a lot of the supplies I stockpiled."

There was a hint of mockery in Roger's eyes. In the eyes of the fairies, any profit that was not earned was equivalent to a loss. Only the part that exceeded the original plan was considered a real profit.

"However, this situation won't last long. According to Narlak, all parties will be able to reach an agreement before Thanksgiving next month."

"As for Mr. Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix he leads...Excuse me, they are only a minority and cannot prevent the arrival of peace. Moreover, the International Confederation of Magic has already signed a petition to remove him from his position as president."

"When did this happen? How come I haven't heard anything about it?"

"The order of dismissal should have been delivered to Hogwarts last night."

Roger had a playful smile on his face. The principal probably never cared about the title of president. Just today, he was sitting on the court with a smile on his face, watching the students fight for the pumpkin head.

"Master, there's something going on down there." Nagini suddenly pointed at the red dot on the map and quickly gave the console a command: "Capture the red dot image and zoom in."

Roger walked over quickly, curiously looking at the gradually enlarging image. At first, it was just some small black dots, then slowly the wings of a bird appeared, and finally it became a cute round head of an owl.

In its talons was a large package, and around it were other owls dressed in the same attire. There were, it seemed, no fewer than 200 of them.

"Don't be nervous. This is the owl courier we ordered from the post office." Bellingrum explained, "Their packages contain high-end goods such as red wine and cigars."

"The Dark Lord and the Death Eaters don't care about these little guys, and they won't stop them from delivering the letter."

"So you took advantage of this loophole and secretly delivered supplies?" Rogge sneered, but in his heart he couldn't help but admire the goblin's cunning imagination.

"That's right! This is a brilliant method first invented by us goblins." Bellinrum nodded heavily with a proud smile on his face. "I don't know which damn wizard thief actually plagiarized our inspiration. They should pay us for the patent!"

The airship gradually approached its destination, Lewiston, and the red guide lights on the tall buildings were flashing. Nagini adjusted the mask covering her face and carefully controlled the airship to land slowly.

Before the Goblin King got off the ship, Rogue reminded it to remember their pseudonyms.

"Oh, my dear Bellinrum, this is really a big one." Narlak ran over quickly, looked up and admired the huge body of the magic airship, and murmured: "I smell the roots of white fresh grass, belladonna juice, marigolds... full of the fragrance of gold coins."

Bellinrum was not as excited as expected. He stared at the other party and shouted in a loud voice: "Narrak, you should call me King, or Your Majesty."

"Don't worry about the name." Narlak sneered and clapped his hands loudly.

Several goblins immediately pushed over two full containers of gold and jewelry as payment for the transaction.

"Old friend, I am now a servant of the Dark Lord, a glorious and wealthy Death Eater." It drew out its wand and shot a brilliant firework into the sky as if to show off. "Look, the wand is at my disposal. Everything on this land and everything under the land is under my control."

"The goblin's ways are too old-fashioned and not suitable for us Death Eaters. But don't worry, I have no intention of affecting the authority of your Majesty the King." As it spoke, it let out a cold and malicious laugh.

Bellinrum, considering the huge amount of money, did not care about Narlak's attitude. As long as the price was right, it could sell the palace or even the rope to hang itself.

"Who are those wearing masks?" Narrak looked at the other two strange wizards on the spaceship, his eyes flashing coldly, and he seemed full of doubts. "Bellinrum, didn't you say that you built this airship yourself? How could there be wizards here?"

While carefully examining the color of the ruby ​​with a magnifying glass, Bellinrum murmured, "It's true that I made it, but I sold it to him later. Don't worry, they are...um, gray wizards. The man is called Black Jack and the witch is called Marledi. They are both guys who like to make a lot of money and are quite reliable."

"Like to make a lot of money?! Very good, this is indeed very reliable!" Narrak nodded slightly when he heard it, and his wand tapped the railing rhythmically, with a series of hissing sounds coming out of his mouth.

Nagini leaned close to Roger's ear and whispered, "Master, it's snake language."

"Relax." Rogge nodded. His snake language was pretty good and he could understand the meaning of the snake language: Two teams come up and move the cargo off the airship.

As expected, the snakemen covered with green scales quickly ran to the rooftop. Their clothes were tattered, and under Narlak's orders, more than half of the cargo on the airship was quickly moved away.

"I'll keep half of the medicine, and you will send the rest of the flour, fuel and the like to Pennsylvania." Narlak snapped his fingers, and the snake people carried the supplies downstairs.

"I really don't understand what that wizard kid is thinking. He has to keep a bunch of Muggles." Narlak shook his head, with a hint of annoyance in his tone: "We have to get food and water for those creatures, and fuel in winter. It's so troublesome!"

"Who are you talking about?"

"Cedric, why not change them into Galleons?" Narlak's eyes flashed with disdain, "Amin in Uganda has already used magic to turn the Muggles into animals and keep them in captivity. I have three thousand fresh saber-tooth tiger specimens here. Your Majesty, I'll give you a friendly price for my compatriots, five thousand Galleons..."

"Stop!" Bellingrum flatly rejected his compatriot's sales pitch. "I'm here to make money, not to spend money. Unless... unless I can get in touch with good clients."

"Never mind. Let me give you a piece of free news. The Lestranges in next-door New York State are a pair of lunatics. You'd better be careful." Narlak sneered and turned away without mercy.

Roger looked at the remaining goods and asked in confusion, "Do you have other customers? I'm busy going west of the Rocky Mountains."

"It's only temporary." Bellingrum cursed, not sparing any of Narlak's relatives. "The rest will be shipped to Cedric. However, we have to go through Lestrange's territory to Pennsylvania."

"Bella?" Rogge looked at the panoramic map. The airship's route would extend southwest, passing through New York State.

His eyes inadvertently drifted over the small Rhode Island, which was the territory controlled by Buck Travis. Compared with the lands of other races such as werewolves and vampires, Rhode Island was almost negligible.

(End of this chapter)