A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 521: Actually, We Are Lost (5.6K)

"Okay, okay!" Bellinrum gritted his teeth and agreed reluctantly. In fact, deep down in his heart, he was already very happy.

Although the things that Rog wanted were still valuable, they were not too valuable either, and most of them were not needed by ordinary wizards. When the time came, it could just exchange Rog's share of the proceeds for some random old things.

"Rogge, I'm going to trick you hard this time!" Bellinrum muttered inaudibly with a sly sneer on his lips.

As Nagini waved her magic wand and issued the command to ascend, the huge spaceship slowly rose from the gap between the skyscrapers and flew away.

Bella looked through the French window, watching the airship moving farther and farther away until it disappeared into the dark night. She whispered, "Airship merchant, Black Jack? This name is really strange. I've never heard of it before."

She frowned, and the playing cards flew and slid between her nimble fingers. Her intuition told her that the "airship merchant" mentioned by Little Barty was not simple.

If the other party had deliberately established a close relationship with the Death Eaters, Bella would even suspect that there was a conspiracy behind it. Unfortunately, she was resting upstairs just now and did not see the mysterious wizard wearing a mask with her own eyes.

She sighed softly and became curious about the airship and its owner.

Rogge, who had already gone far away, naturally didn't know that his fabricated identity of "airship businessman" had aroused suspicion from others.

After taking a look at the thick dark clouds outside the control cabin and the lightning surrounding the airship, he took a sip of hot tea and continued to draw on the drawing.

The short Bellingrum stood on tiptoe, holding onto the edge of the table with both hands, and craned his neck to look at the drawings on the table.

"The design of the magic balloon looks much simpler than that of the airship?" It tilted its head and looked at the simple and smooth lines on the drawing.

Its shrewd eyes suddenly flashed, and it shouted, "Here, here, processing this T-shaped part takes too much time, it must be removed."

"And here..."

Roger angrily slammed his pencil on the table and shouted, "Be quiet! Wait until I finish drawing before you talk!"

Bellinrum immediately covered his mouth and waited until Roger stopped leaning over before he quickly looked over: "It turned out to be a blown-up balloon with a basket."

"There's also a control system." Rogge blew away the pencil shavings on the drawing, erased the messy lines with an eraser and redrawn them. He continued, "Two retractable magic wires pass through the connecting rod to control the rise and fall of the balloon, and then add a wooden steering wheel to control the horizontal movement."

"What about acceleration? How does a balloon accelerate?" Bellingrum interrupted. "It can only go straight up and down. It can't just rely on the wind, right?"

Roger rolled his eyes at it and sneered, "If you really want, I can add the Death Eaters to the blueprint for free."

"Uh... let's not add it then." Bellinrum waved his hands miserly, "It would be no fun if the acceleration is too strong and they fall out of the basket. There can't be any safety issues with the things we fairies make."

"Haha, you really pay attention to flight safety." Rogge teased.

The hot air balloon he designed was simple but huge in size. The basket below was large enough to accommodate dozens of people and was most suitable for short-distance transportation.

Finally, Rogge held up the blueprint and carefully examined it from top to bottom. Apart from some traces of alteration in the blueprint, the overall design was undoubtedly quite ingenious.

"Okay, Bellinrum, the design is complete."

"Oh, if only your airship design was so simple!" Its eyes moved quickly, thinking about building a batch specifically for the goblins after returning.

In this way, they don't have to rely on the Floo Network, nor do they have to pay the black-hearted Roger for the boat fare. At that time, the fairies can stand in the balloon and go wherever they want.

"Is it a little too big or too deep? Can it be adjusted?" Bellinrum asked softly, looking at Rogge worriedly, afraid that the other party would notice that there was something wrong with him.

"Don't worry, the basket and the balloon are two independent parts. You can adjust the size ratio by yourself." Roger explained nonchalantly, "You can even extend it to different models and mark different prices. For example, medium cup, large cup, extra large cup."

"Oh~" Bellinrum smiled slyly, with the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a row of sharp teeth, "Thank you so much, Mr. Roger. I'll have to trouble you with the wand matter again."

"It should be no problem." Roger opened the letter and signaled Nagini to drive the airship to the address above.

"My mother Jessica also opened a Shining Golem House in San Francisco, and the manager there found a wizard who could make wands."

"If everything goes well, I can get his memory of making a wand. Then I can make some adjustments based on it and research a wand suitable for you goblins to use."

"What a pity... this kind of wand cannot be used on wizards in the future." Bellingrum complained in a low voice, with disappointment that could not be hidden in his tone.

"You are not rebelling, so why do you have to point your wands at the wizards?" Rogge asked back unhappily. These guys are really still harboring evil intentions.

They flew off the East Coast and headed for San Francisco, once known as the "Golden Mountain."

San Francisco at the end of the 20th century still had the afterglow of a civilized city. At least the streets were not covered with carpets of feces and urine, and there were no blood-stained needle hills in the corners.

Although the entire city is overcrowded due to the impact of the snake-man virus, it is still a lively scene with vitality and all things competing to flourish.

All the gasoline in the car was drained out, even the black engine oil was not spared. They were burned in the oil barrel on the street corner along with the broken door panels, emitting thick black smoke and a pungent smell.

The police, armed with guns, can only ride on horses, holding whips and shouting loudly, just like their ancestors.

A thin refugee was hit by the whip and screamed in pain. He rolled on the ground and twisted his body in pain, causing people on both sides of the street to laugh.

"Hey, where are you guys from?" The leading middle-aged policeman Peter spotted Rogge and his companions at a glance.

Their clean clothes and healthy bodies did not look like survivors at all. Even the rich people living in the villas outside the city could not match their calm and composed demeanor.

Especially the little man who was huddled in a cloak and wearing a funny hat, with his head down the whole time, looked very abnormal and suspicious.

The Muggles on both sides of the street looked at the three strangers with amused eyes. A brave guy sneaked over under the cover of darkness.

boom!
Seeing the little black hand reaching for his pocket, Roger kicked it away without hesitation. The pickpocket child wailed and hit the hard wall hard, holding his stomach and groaning on the ground.

The policemen on horseback immediately drew their guns, removed the safety, and pointed their guns at them.

"Hey, you guys! Take out your driver's licenses!" Peter's tone was still very calm, and he didn't care about Roger's actions at all.

"Gentlemen, don't be nervous." Roger said gently, "We are from England."

"Britain? Hahaha..." A burst of laughter came from the crowd, "You are not the patients who escaped from the mental hospital."

"Young man, this is not the time to joke around. Tell me your name and where you came from." Officer Peter's face darkened and he asked sternly, "Are you from the epidemic area in the east?"

As soon as the word "epidemic area" came out, the Muggles around were immediately terrified. They wrapped their faces tightly with their collars and quickly scattered to both sides.

Many people even dug out gas masks from a pile of empty cans and put them on their faces with trepidation.

At this moment, a young man with a backpack slung across his body hurriedly squeezed through the crowd. His dazzling golden hair shone brightly in the light of the fire, and the Muggles around him seemed to respect him very much, and they all took the initiative to make way for him.

"Dr. Ian, they may be carrying the virus. You must be careful..." Many people shouted worriedly, fearing that this kind doctor would die at the hands of the disease.

Ian ignored the Muggles' dissuasion and said breathlessly, "Mr. Peter, please wait a moment, they are not patients."

"Ian from Pukki Academy?" Roger couldn't help but shout, "Aren't you studying at Ilvermorny? Why are you here?"

Two years ago, during the Quidditch Minor League, Roger visited Ilvermorny with the team. At that time, it was Ian who personally introduced the American magic school to them.

Roger didn't expect to meet him here, in a community full of Muggles.

Ian looked at Roger's handsome face and black hair, and recalled what happened back then. "The school has to move." He sighed helplessly and walked to Officer Peter and whispered a few words.

Soon, the policemen lowered their guard and put away their guns. Officer Peter only asked Ian to remind his friends to abide by the community security regulations.

"You guys came at a really bad time." Ian sighed again and waved for them to follow him. "Since the summer vacation of last school year, the snake-man virus has appeared all over the world. Those dark wizard fugitives in your wizarding world are called Death Eaters, right?"

Seeing Roger nod, he continued indignantly, "Those extremely evil guys spread the virus everywhere, and the entire eastern part of the American wizarding world has fallen. It was them, this group of hateful Death Eaters, who caused this disaster against innocent Muggles!"

"Ilvermorny has also moved from Mount Greylock in Massachusetts to the Rocky Mountains." He sighed, pushed open a narrow door, and was greeted by a rich herbal aroma.

"Rogge, do you have any herbs or potions?" Ian suddenly turned his head and looked at him expectantly.

"There are some. Take them all." Rogge opened the bag with a smile and put all the potions and potion materials he carried with him on the table.

"White fresh grass, platycodon, moonstone, salamander liver juice..." Ian counted the ingredients excitedly, and then looked at the labels on the bottles and jars: "Life and death water, blood tonic, demulcent..."

"Oh my god, that's great! With these herbs and potions, I can save more people."

"Save people? Do you mean the Muggles outside?" After seeing Ian waving his wand to make a few cups of hot tea for them, Bellingrum immediately took off his hat and asked curiously, "Wizard Ian, have you been rescuing those penniless Muggles?"

"That's right." Ian looked at the goblin in front of him without showing any surprise. Instead, he was wondering why the goblin didn't have a wand.

Ever since Narrak joined the Dark Lord, he and his goblins have never left their wands. It has almost become their weapon and identity symbol, and they always wave their wands to show off.

"There are too many Muggles in the city. Diseases are popping up like lice in the fur."

"You don't know that Muggle medical care relies entirely on those electrical machines, as well as large and small capsules, pills, needles and the like. It's too limited."

"But in the current situation, only a few people in the whole city own generators, and most Muggles can hardly get even candles." He pointed upwards. The crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling was a luxury item here.

"Their strange medical instruments and open-heart surgery are completely useless. Our doctors' herbal medicine is more reliable..."

"Free?" Bellingrum interrupted quietly, his tone was cold, "I think those Muggles are poor and don't even have a penny."

"Of course it's free." Ian put the herbs and potions into his bag and said firmly, "Healing is the responsibility and obligation of us Pukki."

"Pukki?" the goblin repeated curiously, not understanding the meaning.

"Pukki is a college in Ilvermorny," Roger explained softly. "Their symbol is a hedgehog, representing a kind, benevolent and generous healer."

"Right! I'm glad you still remember this." Ian responded happily, and raised his hand to point at Roger: "At that time in the Sorting Hall, the Pukchi statue of our college raised an arrow at Roger."

Bellinrum joked: "Hehe, even the sculptures can't stand your black heart..."

"No, you misunderstood. This is recognition!" Ian quickly corrected the fairy's misunderstanding and said sincerely, "This means that Rogge's heart is pure and kind. He can become a kind wizard and a doctor who heals others. That's why Puk raised his bow and arrow for him."

Bellinrum looked at Ian's serious expression, then turned his head to stare at Roger. He then rolled over on the ground, holding his belly, and laughed out loud: "Pure and kind!? Hahahaha... This is me... Hahaha, the funniest joke I've ever heard."

"Rogge? He is a doctor who heals others...hahaha..."

Roger didn't care about Bellinrum's ridicule at all. He just said calmly: "After this winter rain, the snake virus is no longer a problem."

"It's true!" Ian shouted excitedly and quickly turned around to open the cabinet behind him.

There were all kinds of containers packed together, made of glass, wood, metal, and even plastic. Surprisingly, they were all filled with water.

Bellinrum took a quick glance and lost interest completely: "I thought it was Garlon."

"The rain this time is really abnormal. All the Thunderbirds in our school have been transferred away." Ian didn't care about the goblin's thoughts at all. He asked anxiously: "Rogge, do you know more about the inside story?"

"Ahem... not more, the snake repellent potion itself was developed by me." He cleared his throat slightly unnaturally, picked up the old and torn newspaper on the table, and wrote down the formula and brewing method of the snake repellent potion for Ian on its blank header and side.

As he wrote, he explained: "This snake repellent potion has just been developed, and it can help Muggles build up the ability to resist the snake-man virus.

But you also know that there are too many Muggles. With the power of our wizards and the magic world alone, even if we develop an antidote, we can't completely save everyone."

"I understand. It's just like the Black Death recorded in the history of magic. When most of the Muggles are dead, the remaining Muggles will survive." Ian nodded. "But the snake-man virus is much more terrible. So far, no Muggles have been found that can resist it."

"It doesn't matter. Thunderbird has a talent that can mix potions into rainwater." Roger sighed, "But the Muggle city structure is too complicated. Maybe some people are hiding in some corners and have not been wet by tonight's heavy rain."

"Despite the existence of water circulation, the effectiveness of the snake repellent potion can only last for a short week. After a week, the potion ingredients in the water will be completely ineffective. Including the rainwater you collected in the cabinet."

Roger handed the newspaper full of potion recipes to Ian, and didn't mind sharing the snake repellent potion with the kind young wizard.

Although he wove conspiracies, brewed viruses and invented antidotes, Roger did not mind giving help to the truly kind wizards to the best of his ability.

Most importantly, Ian's actions were just a small act of kindness and had no impact on his own plans. His free medical treatment was completely insignificant in Roger's eyes.

"If a Muggle drinks a bottle of snake repellent potion, their blood will be purified. However, the formula I wrote to you has a small flaw. Each Muggle can only drink one bottle."

"Thank you so much! Thank you so much!" Ian was so excited that he could hardly control himself, with tears of joy and eagerness flashing in his eyes. "I knew Pukki was right. You are a kind and loving wizard! No, a great doctor!"

"Rogge, your snake repellent potion has saved countless people!" Ian held his hand tightly and said from the bottom of his heart: "I know you must have come here for an important purpose. I swear to Merlin that no matter what the cost, I will do my best to help you, even if it means sacrificing my life!"

Sitting on the ground, Bellinrum looked at Rogge with suspicion. In his impression, the other party had always been a black-hearted wizard, a robber, and a greedy person who would not do anything without profit... However, Rogge's behavior just now seemed to be generous, friendly and amiable, which was completely inconsistent with the impression in his mind.

It wasn't until it saw Ian vowing to be sincere and willing to go through fire and water for Roger that it realized it was right.

Roger was still the black-hearted wizard, but this time, he didn't want money, but to make the other party pay with his life.

"Ian, actually..." Roger looked at the other party's solemn face, ready to die at any time, and finally said embarrassedly: "Actually, we just got lost."

He smiled awkwardly and continued, "We were originally looking for the Flash Golem House on Glass Street. The street entrance should be in the Richmond District, but we turned around several times and couldn't find the grocery store mentioned in the letter."

Ian nodded seriously and answered earnestly: "The entrance to Liuli Street has been changed. It was originally behind a Chinese grocery store not far away."

"But a while ago, some Muggles tried to rob that store, and the front door of the grocery store was set on fire."

"Now, the whole city of San Francisco is full of stray Muggles, and the staff of the Magical Congress have also been pulled to fight against the snake people and the Death Eaters. Therefore, the grocery store cannot be repaired with the Restoration Charm. After all, the wizards don't have time to use Obliviate on Muggles."

Rogge nodded slightly. This was indeed the deep-rooted thinking pattern of most wizards: when dealing with problems, they only considered using magical means and never thought of other non-magical solutions.

If he was the owner of the Tang grocery store, he wouldn't need to wave his wand at all. He could just find a few Muggle refugees and use a few cans to get them to repair the burnt door.

"The entrance to Glass Street has now been changed to Old Man's Antique Shop." Ian continued, "The owner is a weird old man who is always nagging. But don't worry, he is still a white wizard."

Rogge frowned slightly, not caring about the change in the entrance location. Instead, the name of "Dad's Antique Shop" always reminded him of a wizard wearing a yellow vest and holding a pufferfish.

(One more thing...) Roger shook his head quickly to break the hallucinations in his ears. He secretly told himself: "This is Harry Potter, this is magic (crossed out)... There should be no spells and the Lord..."

"Maybe." He muttered, and simply said, "It seems we have to go to Dad's antique shop."

(End of this chapter)