A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 517: Rogge's Blueprint

Fleck remained calm. He looked up as if he sensed something, but all he saw was thick dark clouds and dense raindrops.

He turned around and tried to comfort the two people who were arguing: "Don't worry, Mad-Eye. Rodolphus lost an arm, and he can't Apparate far."

"Don't forget that Apparition must follow the 3D principles: goal, determination, and calmness..."

"Flake, this is not the Ministry of Magic's Apparition tutorial class." Tonks blew a pink bubble and said in a relaxed tone, "But what should we do now? Should we go meet Sirius and capture Bella first?"

"Sorry." Fleck chuckled and explained, "What I mean is that Mad-Eye's spell affected Rodolphus's composure, and his severed arm is the evidence."

He pointed around and said, "So, he didn't run far. He should be hiding in a nearby building. Mad-Eye, it's up to you."

Moody nodded, and the artificial eye in his eye socket spun rapidly like a detector, penetrating the rain and the buildings, trying to capture any clues left by Rodolphus.

The heavy rain covered up the bloodstains and the lightning interfered with the fluctuations of magic power, but his magic eyes could see through everything and find the remaining traces of the opponent.

"To the west. He's running in Sirius' direction."

Fleck nodded and said, "Let's go and support Sirius and old Barty." The four of them quickly got on their flying brooms, smashed through the rain and disappeared between the buildings.

"Rogge, let's head south quickly." Bellingrum was a little timid, with a hint of panic in his tone: "They are from the Order of the Phoenix. I'm afraid Dumbledore will go to war with the Death Eaters. Let's quickly hand the goods over to Cedric and then go back..."

"I'm afraid it's not possible now." Roger shook his head, his expression solemn: "The one leading the team just now was Mr. Longbottom, so where is Mrs. Longbottom?"

"Ah..." Bellinrum was stunned, and the uneasiness in his heart became even stronger.

"It's raining in almost all Muggle cities tonight." Roger took a deep breath and gradually sorted out Dumbledore's deployment: "The number of Thunderbirds is limited, so the Muggle government needs the help of wizards to mix snake repellent potion into the rainwater. In other words, no official agency can stop the actions of the Order of the Phoenix tonight."

"Longbottom's wife, Alice, is also an extremely powerful wizard. I guess the Order of the Phoenix wants to take this opportunity to try to eradicate the Death Eaters on the east coast. Voldemort is very likely not here."

When Roger said "Voldemort", he felt vaguely that he was being watched from afar, very far away, as if on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean.

Rogge raised his eyebrows slightly, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. As his body continued to grow, the benefits of powerful magic gradually emerged. At least in terms of perception, it was no less than that of an old wizard.

Voldemort can sense others by hearing them chant his name; the other party can also use the same method in reverse to sense Voldemort's location from a distance.

"Why is he going to Europe at this time?" Roger asked himself in confusion, "Is he sick again?"

After several inhumane splits, Voldemort's soul has become unpredictable. No one knows what thoughts are hidden in his hairless brain.

Bellinrum, who was standing by, flew into a rage when he heard Roger's guess. He clenched his fists tightly, slammed them hard on his palms, and gnashed his teeth: "Dumbledore... How dare he do this!"

It raised its voice and demanded, "The entire wizarding world is ready to sign a peace agreement with the Dark Lord, next month! Peace...peace is coming!"

Bellinrum became more and more agitated and began to stutter: "He is committing a crime! A serious crime!"

"Doesn't he know that this will make the Dark Lord furious? War... war will break out directly..."

"Not necessarily." Roger retorted calmly, controlling the airship to follow Longbottom and his group.

Bellinrum looked at him in confusion, his eyes seemed to be asking: Why.

"All the dark wizards and non-human races that Voldemort can summon are basically here. Although there are still some people with uncertain positions in the wizarding world, they are no longer important." Roger gave his analysis slowly.

"The rainwater is mixed with snake repellent potion, which can help Muggles resist the snake virus. Do you know what this means?"

"What?" Bellinrum thought for a moment and looked at him in confusion.

"The horn of counterattack, the dawn of victory." Roger raised his voice and said confidently: "The reason why Voldemort has the upper hand now is that other wizards are worried that he will spread the snake virus to their own territory. In addition, the huge pressure from the Muggle government and Muggle society has forced the major wizarding circles to make peace with Voldemort."

"What about now? After this winter rain, the situation is different." He sneered, secretly marveling at Dumbledore's cunning scheme, "Muggles are free from the threat of the virus and can reorganize.

They picked up guns, drove tanks and planes, and used high-explosive bombs, white phosphorus bombs, etc. to blow the snake people into pieces and burn them to ashes. "

Thunderstorms rolled over the city, as if playing a prelude to the great changes that were about to come. Rogge's words were firm and powerful, with an inexplicable shocking power.

After listening to Roger's analysis, Bellinrum looked a little skeptical: "Do Muggles really have this ability? To fight against magic, or snake people?"

Roger smiled and pulled out the revolver from Nagini's waist. He unloaded all the bullets skillfully and then reloaded one.

"Try it." After saying that, he rubbed the magazine on his arm and turned it, then pointed the muzzle of the gun at Bellinrum's brow.

The Goblin King was startled and quickly put on his big helmet: "Rog, don't joke like that, keep this thing away from me! I know what this is, it's dangerous, very dangerous."

"Yes, it is very dangerous." Roger nodded and put the revolver back into Nagini's waist. "But you have to know that Muggles have more powerful weapons. And compared to Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix's kindness towards snake people, they are more leisurely in slaughtering their own kind than the believers burning heretics to death."

"To train a wizard, you need to find a child who has awakened magic power, and then have him complete five years of basic education and two years of advanced studies in a magic school. Only if he performs well can he receive Auror training and become a qualified combatant."

"But for Muggles, they only need to raise the muzzle and pull the trigger, and the flaming muzzle and spinning bullet will do everything for them."

Rogge took a deep breath and said helplessly: "Whether it's an 80-year-old man or a 3-year-old child, the bullets they shoot are equally deadly."

"That's the power of science in the hands of Muggles, but most wizards are completely unaware of the dangers. They need to learn that lesson, don't they?"

Bellingrum swallowed, as if he saw in Roger's description a scene where Muggles used technology to defeat magic.

It shuddered involuntarily, and its eyes became more solemn. It began to truly feel that Muggles, a race that it despised, actually had the power to shake magic.

Although it sounds difficult and impractical, like the ravings of a drunkard, in the face of sheer numbers and violent weapons, Muggles have the opportunity to accomplish such a feat. Even if there is only a slight possibility, it has shocked Bellingrum's worldview.

Many, many years ago, goblins mastered more complex magical technology and were able to create powerful devices powered by magic.

If the fairy civilization had continued to develop along this path, it might be the fairies, rather than wizards, who would dominate the magical world today.

But when wizards realized that the fairy civilization might threaten them, they immediately created conflicts and started wars.

The technology of goblins was largely abolished by wizards, and the right to own magic wands was also taken away. To this day, Bellingrum can't even understand the dragon-prison ring made by his ancestors. Archaeology has become a difficult subject.

It stared at Roger, and deeply suspected that he had deliberately created all this in order to make wizards realize the threat of Muggles to the magic world, so that the magic world would suppress and control them.

As a goblin, it knew too well about "good" wizards. Their kindness was based on their unshakable ruling power. Just like the amiable mafia bosses encountered in the Italian market, once their interests were touched, they would instantly turn into brutal villains.

"Now standing in the way of their counterattack is Voldemort himself, as well as some powerful wizards and non-human creatures." Roger's voice brought Bellingrum back to reality.

"For example, the Lestranges, vampires, werewolves... As long as we arrest and kill them, we can help the Muggles and the Magical Congress of the United States to counterattack."

"As long as they start attacking, everything will be fine."

"As for the goblin Narrak, if you give him a suitable price, he might be willing to betray his master, Voldemort."

"Ha, then it must have suffered a great loss!" Bellinrum laughed without any sympathy, and his laughter was mixed with a refreshing sense of revenge: "Its territory and vault will not be able to be saved this time!"

"Well, Dumbledore may be sent to the Wizengamot for trial." Bellingrum suddenly said, "His actions are undoubtedly intentionally destroying peace and deliberately provoking war, endangering the entire wizarding world and the lives of all magical creatures."

"Before, Muggles could use virus mutation as an excuse for snake-men. But if they see creatures like vampires, werewolves, and Dementors, they will completely understand the existence of magic and wizards. There is no doubt that this is a complete violation of the Statute of Secrecy." It added with lingering intention: "A serious violation, especially serious!"

"And the massacre of snake people by Muggles can also be blamed on Dumbledore." Bellingrum shook his head regretfully, feeling that it was really unfair for Dumbledore. "He will be stripped of all his honors and lose the title of the greatest white wizard. He will be ordered to leave Hogwarts and all pictures related to him will be destroyed. He will be sent to prison and may even be killed with the most cruel punishment in the Middle Ages..."

"No." Roger shook his head and said firmly, "The winner will not be judged."

"All Dumbledore has to do is help the Muggles counterattack and then kill Voldemort to win. At that time, everything he has lost will allow him to rise to a higher position."

He changed the subject and said frankly: "But I don't want them to lose. At least not now, at least not so badly."

"What do you mean?" Bellinrum looked at him in surprise.

Roger said calmly: "Death Eaters."

"Rogge, you actually support the Dark Lord..."

"Listen carefully, Bellinrum, I don't want the Death Eaters to lose so completely."

Roger emphasized, and continued, "Mr. Voldemort has opened up a new world for the wizarding world. Don't you think that this land on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean is very suitable to become a large-scale Hogsmeade village?"

"The French Magical Council can start from Quebec and head north; the English Ministry of Magic can start from the Thirteen States and head west... The rest of the magical world in Europe can also head south and work together to build a new era of Hogsmeade."

"New Century, New Wizarding Village, what an exciting slogan!" Roger's eyes sparkled with excitement, "And our generous Mr. Voldemort will pay all the fees and costs. We only need to erect a small tombstone for him."

Bellingrum's body began to tremble violently, not because of fear, but because of great excitement: "What a genius and great idea! An entire pure magical continent, it will disappear forever in the minds, vision, and books of Muggles..."

"Oh, I now suspect that the continent that sank into the sea in the ancient legend is also some kind of expulsion spell or forgetfulness spell." It gradually calmed down and weighed the benefits: "But, didn't you say that the Muggles are going to counterattack? They will become the masters of this continent again, and magic will have to hide again."

"Of course there will be a victorious counterattack by the Muggles, and I have no intention of interfering." Roger nodded, "But our dear Mr. Voldemort will have an artistic explosion."

He then waved his wand and moved the map of Yellowstone Park over. "The hot springs here are byproducts of volcanoes. Since they are byproducts, it is better to eliminate them, right?"

"Well, block all the hot springs to increase the underground pressure." Bellinrum stroked his chin, his eyes flashing with greed and cunning, "Then use the unique ability of fairies to create magma movement underground... Ahem, I mean to mine ore."

"Narrak has this ability. Although it doesn't like mining, it is still a goblin. It has hoes in its blood and knows how to accumulate stratum pressure."

"As you know, huge pressure can cause volcanic unrest. But these are all minor problems." The smile on its mouth was slightly ferocious.

"Of course it's a small problem." Rogge reminded in a low voice, and made way to let Bellinrum look at the map carefully.

"Well, this is a super volcano, about 9,000 square kilometers. The problem is that if the eruption is too powerful, it will destroy the continent." Bellinrum frowned, and several eruption plans emerged in his mind. "Narrak will also control the intensity of his restlessness for the wealth in his hands. If necessary, I can also help make it."

"That's great, but we'd better wait."

"what do you mean?"

"When Voldemort is desperate and the Death Eaters have no way to escape, they will either die in silence or explode in silence. By then, Gnarlak will happen to receive an underground operation plan..." Roger grinned and restored the map to its original state. "A dazzling firework illuminates the world, the earth is ringing loudly, and gray snow is falling from the sky."

"Oh, that must be a cold and quiet world." Bellinrum rubbed his hands, a little impatient, "Food prices will soar, and maybe it will snow at the equator. It will be a rare and beautiful scene, and it will definitely be unforgettable."

They smiled at each other, both seeing huge benefits in this anticipated disaster. The difference was that Rogge was doing it for the future of the magic world and wizards, while Bellingrum was doing it for pure wealth.

The entire North and South America is large enough to accommodate the lives of all wizards. Even if you add giants, centaurs, mermen and other races, there is still enough space here.

At that time, all wizards did not have to worry about the Statute of Secrecy, because the continent was open to them to roam on their broomsticks.

As for the price, Voldemort would be like a puppet, taking on all the sins on the surface. Roger, for the sake of the Hogsmeade village in his heart, was not afraid to take on all the moral questions.

(End of this chapter)