A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 537 Buck Comparative
Rogge originally sought cooperation with Dawlish just to save people and "incidentally" get the wand-making technology.

As a student at Hogwarts and an outstanding wizard from Slytherin, kindness and justice are like the boiling liquid accumulated in the bladder, so hot that it is amazing.

"Dawlish, once we get there, the goblins will take us to our destination," he whispered.

After Bellingrum returned to the Goblin Palace, he quickly led his greedy tribesmen to build hundreds of magical hot air balloons. Taking advantage of the blockade of the Dark Lord by the wizarding world, they obtained a lot of wealth from the Death Eaters through smuggling.

For money, the goblins can not only help escort the captives to Baldwin's gloomy laboratory, but also help other dark wizards join Voldemort.

His original plan did not include destroying Baldwin's laboratory, but things suddenly took some disturbing turns: Baldwin found a way to enhance the snake virus.

According to the information secretly leaked by Buck, Baldwin has found all the elements and parts to assemble the second-generation virus. If it weren't for Bella's other requests, the new virus would have begun to spread.

"That's something that's no less powerful than dragon pox," he murmured in a low voice, his eyes gleaming with determination.

Roger never underestimates the wisdom of other wizards, and this caution allows him to take the initiative in several events.

Therefore, this operation must be resolute and decisive. Not only must we rescue those innocent wizards who were used as experimental materials, but we must also completely destroy Baldwin's evil laboratory.

"Everyone, don't rush to leave." He shouted softly, attracting everyone's attention: "This is a batch of magic equipment I made urgently."

Roger took out several peculiar crow masks from a seemingly ordinary suitcase. These masks had large round lenses that looked like two full moons at first glance, and the slender black beaks gave people an ominous yet mysterious feeling.

"The slender beak can filter harmful substances in the air, and the lens can synchronize the information you see."

"Synchronous information? What does this mean?" Dalish couldn't help but be curious. He put the mask on his face and immediately exclaimed, "Merlin's beard!"

Dalishi found that his field of vision had instantly expanded to an astonishing 270 degrees. Except for the back of his head, almost everything around him was clearly visible. This sudden change in field of vision made it difficult for his brain to adapt for a while, and he staggered as if he was drunk.

"It feels like a bird." His arms swung in the air, trying to steady himself.

Seeing his slightly funny look, Roger couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry, it will take some time to adapt. Your brain will soon get used to this new visual experience."

As he spoke, he distributed masks to other Aurors, "Exactly 100..."

However, Dawlish's brain did not adapt immediately, and he was still struggling. "Rogge, I feel even more dizzy," he said.

“Me too…” The other masked people complained one after another, some even took off their crow masks directly, their faces full of discomfort and confusion.

"Sorry, gentlemen." Roger looked around and only a few people could adapt to the new perspective.

He sighed helplessly, his tone a little tougher, "I understand this discomfort, but please listen to me. According to the latest intelligence I received, the new virus origin created in the laboratory can already cause harm to wizards. These masks are our only protection."

Seeing that everyone still had hesitant expressions on their faces, he had to tell them how to turn it off: "If you really can't adapt, you can press the button on the forehead of the mask to turn off the field of vision. At least it can still filter the air."

Hearing this, everyone felt as if they had been granted amnesty, and quickly pressed their foreheads according to Rogge's instructions. Almost instantly, their perspectives returned to normal, and their faces showed expressions of relief.

Dalish rubbed his slightly swollen temples and sighed with relief: "You could have told me earlier. To be honest, I think this function is completely useless."

Roger raised his eyebrows and disagreed with his opinion: "You don't know what's good, Dawlish. Let me teach you a lesson on behalf of the professors of Hogwarts."

He cleared his throat and explained the importance of this feature: "The normal range of human vision is usually around 124 degrees. Try it, put your hand flat at the corner of your eye, and then move it parallel to the side of your body. Don't move your head, just use your eyes. You will find that you can't see it at all."

He demonstrated the action and continued, "More importantly, when you are highly focused, such as in combat, your field of view will shrink to an astonishing 25 degrees.

This means that you won't be able to detect spells coming from other directions at all."

"Imagine being able to focus on the enemy in front of you while being aware of the spell coming from the side. That's where our advantage lies."

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at the masks in their hands thoughtfully, each of them weighing the importance of expanding their vision.

However, the silence was soon broken by an Auror. His voice was full of disdain and a hint of anger: "Listen, kid. We are trained Aurors, not ungraduated brats. One-on-many... humph, we are already familiar with it, and we don't need you to teach us."

"Sir, you are not questioning the professionalism of the Aurors." Roger's expression did not change at all, and his voice was still gentle: "I am just doing my best to provide additional protection for everyone's safety."

He looked around, scanning the faces of every Auror without fear. "The anti-spell robes, Arcadia Amulets, and retractable magic threads you are wearing were all provided by me. I have no intention of arguing about who is right or wrong, especially before a difficult battle. I just want to say that these equipment can make you stronger and better complete the task."

"Come back safely, be with your family, and have a beautiful Christmas."

His calm words had unquestionable power and touching warmth. The arrogance in the Auror's eyes slowly faded away, and the unconvinced look on his face also disappeared.

Despite this, there are still people who do not agree with this little wizard who has not yet graduated.

Sensing this subtle change in atmosphere, Roger smiled softly: "If you feel that my words are not convincing, you might as well think about Mad-Eye Moody."

"Mad-Eye, his magic eye is very powerful." The Aurors began to whisper, their voices full of awe and admiration.

A wizard in the corner was chewing gum and staring at the crow mask in his hand thoughtfully.

"That's right. No one will doubt Mr. Moody's ability, even though he has retired." Roger nodded, with a hint of respect in his voice: "He is the one who said the famous saying 'Always be vigilant'."

"Isn't his magic prosthetic eye used to expand his field of vision and prevent sneak attacks?"

Everyone nodded, completely agreeing with Roger's opinion. Then someone asked, "Could this be related to the mask?"

"Of course! The crow mask in your hands has a similar function to his magic eye."

"Equipment is part of strength. Without the magic eye, Moody would never be so powerful." He pointed to the lens on the mask and continued, "The magic eye allows him to see everything around him 360 degrees without blind spots, and can even penetrate walls."

"This gave him the opportunity to discover the enemy first and attack first."

"My mask is not as powerful as the magic eye, but it can significantly expand your field of view. Moreover, if masks with the same frequency are gathered together, they can share their field of view with others." This sentence caused a burst of exclamations and discussions. Dalish couldn't help asking, "You mean, we can see what our teammates see? But, with too many fields of view, won't our heads get confused?"

"Don't worry, Dawlish. The mask will combine these perspectives, allowing you to control everything around you in your own field of vision. It's like a panoramic view, but more intuitive."

He paused, then continued, "If you really have trouble adjusting, you can rotate the lenses and slowly expand from your normal perspective. This will allow you to gradually adapt to the new visual experience."

After listening to Rogge's explanation, the Aurors all lowered their heads and stared at their masks, with curiosity and a hint of hesitation in their eyes.

Many people had fought alongside Moody, and they recalled how the evil eye looked in battle: it spun wildly in the eye socket like a three-axis gyroscope.

In front, behind, above, under his feet... Moody was switching perspectives every moment, monitoring everything around him.

Dalishi took a deep breath, silently turned on the switch on his forehead, and tried to adapt to the changes brought about by the new perspective. As the director of the Law Enforcement Department, he secretly vowed in his heart that he would never be weaker than a retired cripple.

"Wow, this is quite interesting." The wizard in the corner suddenly spoke with a hint of excitement in his voice.

He subconsciously blew the gum into a big bubble and then bit it with a "pop".

This little action made everyone around laugh and eased the tense atmosphere.

Rogge couldn't help but turn his head to look at the wizard blowing bubble gum. Noticing Rogge's gaze, the man lowered his head and quickly put the gum back into his mouth, as if nothing had happened.

He approached Dawlish, gently nudged his waist with his elbow, and asked in a low voice: "Dawlish, are you sure these Aurors are okay?" There was obvious doubt in his eyes.

"Don't worry, there will be no problem." Dalish patted his chest, slowly adapting to the new perspective, "I have carefully selected these people one by one. Their strength is beyond doubt, but they have never been promoted in the company."

He put his hand on Roger's shoulder to keep his balance and whispered, "Besides, this was ordered by the Minister himself. That annoying Arthur is in the hospital. Dumbledore will definitely not know about tonight's action."

Roger glanced at him suspiciously. He knew clearly that the Ministry of Magic had more than just Arthur. The only thing that made people feel fortunate was that the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters were sworn enemies. In terms of rescuing hostages and destroying laboratories, their interests were the same.

The wizard who had caught his attention just now was now wearing a crow mask and looked no different from other Aurors. Roger suspected that Tonks had used Transfiguration to sneak in. However, now was not the time to pursue the matter.

"Remember, our mission is of vital importance. It is not only related to the safety of the wizarding world, but also affects the entire world. Gentlemen, stay vigilant and cooperate with each other. We will surely return victorious today!"

"Departure, destination: Rhode Island and Providence Plantation Colony." Dawlish's voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the air.

Following the order, the Aurors stepped into the Floo Network one after another. The green flames engulfed their figures, and under the careful arrangement of the Transportation Department, they quickly arrived at the hidden node in Rhodes Island.

Today is Christmas, and the Ministry of Magic is still busy.

Under the control of the Department of Transport, a large number of Floo Network lines in the British wizarding world were occupied. Harry and others who were rushing from the Burrow to Black Manor were temporarily thrown into the nearest fireplace one by one.

Everyone in the room was confused as they looked at the strange wizard outside the fireplace. Harry apologized and chanted the spell again, but the fireplace did not respond.

At the same time, Dawlish and his group were secretly and quickly leaving the British wizarding world and entering the last Floo network node in the Death Eaters' territory.

Although Rhode Island is the smallest state in the United States, it has the longest state name. What's more interesting is that it is out of tune with the surrounding northern states and retains the characteristics of the southern states: plantation culture.

After the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters invaded America, this not-so-small piece of land came under the control of Buck Travis.

Roger's uncle had a strong pure-blood fetish and was obsessed with Victorian architectural style. He used magic and an army of millions of snakemen to clear out all the modern buildings in the territory.

Not only that, he also restored the damaged forests, rivers and lakes in the territory, turning the entire state of Rhode Island into an independent estate.

As the green flames rose from the fireplace, Dawlish was the first to step into the Death Eater territory. Half a second later, Roger came out; the third, the fourth...

With the ingenious control of the Transportation Department, a hundred Aurors were secretly transported to the other side of the Atlantic within a minute.

"Gentlemen, please follow me." A house-elf with a London accent stood outside the fireplace. It smiled and turned sideways, politely showing the hippogriff carriage that had been waiting on the road for a long time.

Each carriage is in Victorian style, with a closed compartment, exquisite curtains and lighting. Every detail shows the wealth and taste of the other party.

"The master is waiting for you in the main building of the manor. Although the journey is not far, taking into account the magical barriers and terrain changes in the territory, taking a carriage is the safest and most comfortable option."

"This..." Many Aurors immediately drew out their wands and looked around vigilantly.

They were surprised to find that the place where the building should have been was replaced by dense trees and jungle. The lonely fireplace seemed to be an abrupt existence, out of tune with the surrounding natural landscape.

"Don't be nervous." Seeing this, Rogge hurriedly spoke to comfort him, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "The pure-blood gentleman who cooperated with us has a strong desire to compete. These exaggerated retro modifications should be the male peacock's way of showing off."

"Master Roger." The house elf standing beside him looked up at Roger and explained carefully: "This is the master's wish. As Terra..."

"Shut your mouth." Roger suddenly interrupted with a warning in his eyes, "Go back and tell Mr. Peacock not to die."

He then turned to the other Aurors and signaled them to ignore the carriage waiting outside and leave directly on their flying brooms.

Although the house-elf didn't say much, the people present were all experienced Aurors. Just from these few words, they were able to keenly perceive that there seemed to be an unusual relationship between the Death Eaters here and Rogue.

When everyone got on their brooms and rose into the air, Dawlish quietly approached Roger and asked in a low voice, "It can't be your uncle."

He glanced at the vast manor below and couldn't help complaining, "Look at the manor below. Damn, can't it be smaller? This is too arrogant, too ostentatious, too..."

Rogue slightly slowed down the flapping of Daedalus' wings and looked down at the scene below.

The scale of the manor is truly staggering, with sharp towers piercing the sky, and turrets and gables connected to each other, forming a complex and exquisite decoration. Rows of vertical lines, huge Roman columns, and neat and uniform gardens are like a 52-faceted rectangular jewel, stretching across the earth.

"You're building a temple in a snail shell." Rogge cursed in a low voice, with a tone of mockery and a hint of speechlessness that was difficult to conceal. He immediately adjusted the direction and led the team to fly north.

(End of this chapter)