A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 524 A Memorable Report

"When Ilvermorny was retreating, their whereabouts were leaked and they were attacked by Death Eaters. Some of the students got separated, and Barron was one of the unfortunate ones." Lisa walked over lightly, and the fingertips of her right hand jumped on Roger's shoulder as if she wanted to say something but didn't.

Her charming smile was filled with a hint of pride as she teased, "Brother, I did a good job, didn't I? As your boss, you should at least give me some reward."

"Reward?" Roger smiled and pretended not to understand, "Then I'll give you all the profits from this store in the second half of the year. How about that?"

Lisa pouted her tender red lips when she heard that, and obvious unhappiness appeared on her pretty face.

Roger brushed her hand off her shoulder and said, "Can you help Nagini contact Wizard Boron? She needs a wand."

"The dark wizard's wand?" Lisa's eyes were filled with more doubts, and she was even more curious about the witch that Roger brought with him.

She had lived in the British wizarding world for a long time, but had never heard of or seen a witch named "Nagini". Could it be that she was an assistant that Roger had found from outside?

Lisa licked her lips unconsciously. Although she might not be as good as Nagini in magic, she firmly believed that she could beat Nagini in other aspects.

"It's not like I can't take Nagini's place." Lisa thought to herself, and a warm and friendly smile quickly appeared on her face.

Although he did not completely obtain the wand-making technology, Roger was 90% sure that he could get everything he wanted from Granny Jonker.

As for the incomplete notes on the river monster's wand in my hand, I can still consult Mr. Ollivander.

"After Barron was kidnapped by the Death Eaters, I rescued him through Buck..." Roger smiled, "Voldemort is such a good man. After he dies, I will definitely give him a trophy weighing one ton!"

"Well, to prevent him from faking his death."

Roger did not choose to stay long because of Lisa's charming curves and full and plump cheongsam. After saying goodbye to Nagini briefly, he hurried into the fireplace.

In order to get Nagini to transport his wealth back to the British wizarding world first, Bellingrum kept bargaining with her and haggling over every penny.

"Junior, will you come to see me again?" Lisa asked coquettishly.

"Come..." As soon as the words fell, a ball of emerald green flame suddenly shot up in the fireplace.

Lisa clenched her fists tightly, opened her thin lips and whispered: "Next time, I will definitely take you down."

She turned to look at Nagini, who was emitting a cold aura. No matter what price Bellingrum offered, she insisted on the freight rate of 1 Galleon per mile and refused to give in.

"I will never reduce the freight price set by the master by even a cent." Nagini stared at the short goblin and said firmly, "I was originally going to fly the airship to complete the round-the-world voyage. Your request will require me to fly nearly ten thousand more miles. This will increase the time it takes me to return to the master."

"If you do not accept this offer, you will unload the goods yourself and carry them back to wizarding Britain."

Bellinrum blew his beard and glared, and after holding it in for a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "If it weren't for the blockade of the magic world, I wouldn't use your broken airship at all!"

"Without the blockade of the magic world, your things would not be able to exchange for so much wealth." Nagini responded with the same argument, "Stingy Goblin King, is the shipping fee of only 5,000 Galleons too high?"

Bellinrum was choked by her sudden question and was speechless. He could only look to Lisa for help.

It took out a pigeon egg-sized cat's eye emerald from its pocket and asked earnestly, "Ms. Lisa, do you think Nagini's offer is reasonable?"

It hopes to use Lisa's power to jointly exert pressure and force Nagini to submit.

"This..." Lisa smiled sweetly and gently raised the gem in front of her eyes.

She looked at him against the light and said in a brisk tone, "Thank you for your gift, Lord Bellinrum."

"But I'm just the manager of the Flash Golem House. I don't know much about your business." She slowly put the gem into the sachet, clasped her arms across her perky chest, and acted like a bystander.

Nagini snorted and warned, "Bellinrum, if you haven't decided whether to accept this offer before dawn."

“Either move those heavy containers and crates down yourself, or pay for their storage.”

"The price set by the master is 1 Galleon per second if the storage fee far exceeds their value. The items in the box can only be mortgaged to us until you pay all the fees."

"I..." Bellinrum covered his violently beating heart with both hands and fell to the ground in pain. He stared at the roof beams with lifeless eyes, feeling that he was being chopped by Roger like a piglet.

Lisa added in a gentle voice, "The sun will rise in another five and a half hours. Time is running out."

"gem……"

"What gem? Isn't that the glass bead you gave me?" Lisa smiled slyly, "Oh, Mr. Bellinrum, I always thought you were a real gentleman."

The goblin looked helplessly at the two witches in the room with almost desperate eyes. He must have lost his mind to want to use the gem to make Lisa stand on his side.

The other party is obviously the manager of the Flash Golem House. He must be just like that completely black-hearted Rogge, who is good at taking advantage of others' misfortunes and raising prices.

Originally, it only needed to pay another 5000 Galleons to ship back the boxes of wealth, but now, it paid an extra fine gem.

Bellinrum swore in his heart, "When I get back, I will definitely make a batch of magic hot air balloons immediately! I will make sure that bastard Roger will never make a single Knut from me again!"

No matter how vicious its curses were, it could not change its fate of having to pay another freight. Adding the freight it paid, it lost tens of thousands of Galleons and a cat's eye green on this trip alone.

Seeing the goblin's frustrated and furious look, Lisa and Nagini smiled at each other at the same time.

"They are just that kind of people." Lisa held Nagini's slightly cold hand affectionately and said, "Come on, I'll take you to find the wand master. That guy is gloomy and difficult to talk to."

"Hey, what about my stuff? I promised to pay for it!" Bellingrum asked loudly. "After I buy the wand, I'll ship it back to you..."

"I hate wizards!" Bellinrum muttered, "I hate the black-hearted Roger even more!"

"Ah... A-choo!" Roger, who had just walked out of the fireplace, covered his nose and sneezed violently. He blew his nose, suspecting that someone was saying bad things about him behind his back.

At this moment, the green flames in the fireplace blazed again. Roger quickly jumped away to prevent the person behind him from hitting him.

The illusory shape of the flame gradually solidified, and Snape's stiff and cold face emerged from it. The two looked at each other in silence, both feeling a little embarrassed, as if they had been caught secretly surfing the Internet.

"Rogge (Teacher)...you went out last night?" They asked almost in unison, and then nodded with a wry smile.

"The matter of the snake-man stabilizer..."

"There's no rush." ​​Snape waved his hand tiredly and hung his coat on the hanger. "The headmaster is in a meeting at the Ministry of Magic. He may not be back for a while."

Roger opened his mouth in surprise and asked quickly, "Ah, what happened? The principal can't even come back for Thanksgiving and Christmas?"

"That's right. You should have noticed the actions tonight, right?"

"About the rain?"

"That's right." Snape sighed and said solemnly, "The actions of the Order of the Phoenix were accused by the International Magical Confederation as a long-planned conspiracy.

Some people claim that Dumbledore is trying to subvert the entire wizarding world. The actions of the Order of the Phoenix last night were his deliberate attempt to disrupt the secret negotiations between the Federation and the Dark Lord for his own selfish interests.

"So, the Dark Lord also went to the Ministry of Magic last night?" Roger asked tentatively.

"He didn't dare show up, but he was definitely in the wizarding world last night." Snape revealed this confidential information and immediately changed the subject: "This was originally part of the headmaster's plan, but there was an unexpected incident with the actions of the Longbottoms."

In fact, Snape, in accordance with Dumbledore's careful deployment, deliberately revealed some of the operational intelligence on Halloween to Voldemort.

Voldemort thought that he was standing on the second floor and could plot against Dumbledore and the others. However, he was unaware that Dumbledore was actually on the third floor and he had put himself in a bigger trap.

Snape did not tell Roger all of Dumbledore's plans. After all, the pure-bloods' position was not completely consistent with Dumbledore's.

What really shocked him tonight was that old Batty had secretly helped his son escape from prison many years ago.

The Aurors dug up Mrs. Crouch's remains from the abandoned cemetery in Azkaban, which became the decisive evidence.

The Ministry of Magic is in a big fuss over this bizarre prison break scandal, and this is probably the most sensational news in the British wizarding world today.

"Go to class." Snape waved his hand tiredly. He wanted to be alone and think about something seriously.

Although the motivation of last night's action was for wizards and Muggles, in the eyes of the authorities in various wizarding circles, Dumbledore was undoubtedly openly challenging and trampling on their authority.

Those thunderbirds carrying snake repellent potions were like octopus tentacles that suddenly pierced into other people's homes from high above.

Except for the war faction in the Magical Congress of the United States, no politician was happy about the bold action of the Order of the Phoenix. It was like building a house with building blocks, and it was just about to be topped off, but suddenly someone gave it a kick.

Snape pressed his fingers against his sore eye sockets. The headmaster had already lost his position as president of the Federation. This time, I'm afraid Minister Amelia wouldn't be able to speak for him and let him continue to lead the Wizengamot.

In the following days, both newspapers and street rumors discussed old Batty's crimes with an unusual enthusiasm.

As for a series of major events such as the failure of the snake-man virus, the counterattack of the American Magical Congress, and Dumbledore's removal as the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, all of them were covered up by the Ministry of Magic through trials.

While drinking milk, Roger carefully read the newly arrived Daily Prophet: Former Director of the Law Enforcement Department, Barty Crouch, will stand trial tomorrow!
In the photo reported, a gaunt old man was tied up tightly with several thick iron chains. Old Batty, who had sat in the circular courtroom countless times and sentenced others, now appeared in the defendant's seat. How ironic!
"The verdict will be announced tomorrow. Now, we can't call you a criminal." Roger picked up the silver fork and stabbed it into the apple elegantly.

The reputation and glory that old Batty used to be proud of, now became the sharpest back-blade, piercing his body with unforgettable wounds. Even if no one else was adding insult to injury, he would have been pierced with thousands of holes.

Now his reputation in the wizarding world has taken a sharp turn for the worse, and even the rats in the stinking ditch seem more noble and righteous than him. Especially considering the series of evil consequences caused by Barty Jr.'s escape from prison, many wizards have called for him to be sentenced to death.

"My mother will go to sit in tomorrow." Rogge smiled and cut out the sharp and penetrating report with his sharp sword and put it in his arms.

He opened the letter he received this morning. Jessica wrote tens of thousands of characters to vent her long-held hatred for Old Batty. Compared to killing Old Batty directly to avenge her family, Jessica was more satisfied with his current fate.

Everything that old Barty was proud of was completely smashed to pieces in front of the Wizengamot's trial stand. Even if he finally escaped into the arms of death, his ugly face would be forever nailed to the pillar of shame in the history of magic. Forever!
Seeing that his mother's knot was finally untied, Roger was sincerely happy. As for the other indirect murderer Voldemort, he would also grant him a glorious death after squeezing out the last bit of his value.

He then opened the second unsigned letter: "Barron Jonker is currently imprisoned in Wyoming and will be transferred to the Pennsylvania underground laboratory via fairy balloon in the near future."

"Also, I'm glad to learn that Batty Sr. is standing trial. His involvement in the prosecution of my father, former Director Torquil Travis, led to our family's loss of influence over the Law Enforcement Department."

"Blessings to you, my dear nephew, and may you achieve excellent results in your OWLs."

Roger put down the letter from Uncle Buck and thought of the family portraits still in the Muggle books. Grandpa Torquil, Grandma Anne... If he told them this news, they would definitely sing and dance with excitement. However, the premise of telling them is that they can put aside their prejudices about the source of knowledge.

As for the intrigues within the Law Enforcement Department back then, he had heard some of them from Lucius.

After Grindelwald entered Nurmengard, Torquil, who had spied on and coerced Dumbledore, became the victim of the then Minister of Magic's apology to Albus.

It was also because of this that Theodore and Buck were unable to work in the Ministry of Magic as they had wished after graduation.

They both later joined the Death Eaters, believing that under Voldemort's leadership, they could regain the power and influence their family had lost. Neither of them expected that this decision would lead the family to a dead end.

(End of this chapter)