A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 539 Whose Perfume Is Committing a Crime
Baldwin's laboratory is hidden deep in Fort Detrick, which was built by Muggles. Since the Snake Virus incident, the ground building has become an empty city, and the rooms that were once highly protected and strictly confidential are now allowed to be invaded and nested by birds and raccoons.

In the abandoned petri dishes, the dried nutrient solution left vague traces of unknown organisms. The broken test tubes, scattered documents, and discarded protective clothing in the corridors... can't help but make people feel terrified.

The tunnel dug by the goblins in advance was as smooth as a mirror, like a huge slide that could quickly send people to the outside of the cave. A whistling sound echoed along the tunnel, like a demonic sound from the abyss, constantly echoing in this secret underground world.

Several goblins wearing leather armor and holding wands patrolled inside and outside the cave. Sometimes they sat on abandoned wooden boxes in a daze, and sometimes they walked to the corner and whispered about the recent events among the Death Eaters, unaware of the impending danger.

Rogge carefully rotated the lens on the Crow mask to further expand the field of view. Soon, the positions of more than twenty enemies were accurately marked, with red dots flashing in his field of vision.

"Hey, there's another one there?" He couldn't help but exclaim in his heart.

A drunk goblin was lying on a pile of junk, sleeping soundly with a huge bottle of wine in his arms. If it weren't for the other invisible Aurors around him, he would probably have ignored this potential threat.

Just as he was about to pull out a dagger from his boot to assassinate, dozens of spells lit up almost at the same time. The light of the spells drew dazzling tracks in the darkness, illuminating the entire space. The unsuspecting goblins were hit by the spell before they could react.

"Everything is petrified."

The Aurors moved quickly and accurately, as if they had practiced it countless times. As soon as they emerged from their invisibility, they immediately cast a Disapparation Charm and disappeared into thin air again, leaving only a series of blurry afterimages.

The goblins that were under the spell stood still like stone statues. A few goblins that were slightly alert noticed the spell flashing in their peripheral vision and were about to open their mouths to warn, but they were mercilessly petrified by the second round of attacks.

In just about 10 seconds, all the goblins outside the cave were controlled. The whole process was silent, like a breeze blowing by, without causing any ripples.

A hint of approval flashed in Roger's eyes, and he put the dagger back into his boot. He walked past the petrified goblin quickly, his movements so light that even the sound of his footsteps could not be heard. Soon, he entered the laboratory marked "15".

"The virus research laboratory is at number 9." He muttered to himself, looking around vigilantly.

The interior of the laboratory was eerie, with several sleeping vampires hanging upside down from the ceiling, their fangs flashing coldly in the dim light. Rogge carefully walked around them and quietly walked to the passage on the right.

At this moment, an accident happened. A bearded wizard suddenly stood up from the second floor. There was still barbecue grease on the corner of his mouth, and he was chewing a bone, making a disturbing crunching sound.

Rogge froze instantly, his muscles tensed, ready to deal with any possible conflict. He held his breath and tried to slow down his heart rate, fearing that the keen-sense werewolves or vampires would notice something unusual.

The wizard looked around alertly, his eyes sharp as a knife. The vampire not far away opened his bloodshot eyes and asked curiously: "Youer, what's wrong? Do you want to go back for Christmas?"

"It smells." Youer puffed his nostrils, trying to distinguish the turbid smell in the air, "It smells like perfume."

"Perfume?" The vampire landed lightly on the ground, his blood-red eyes scanning every corner of the laboratory like X-rays.

Roger's brain was like a high-speed magic machine, quickly recalling what Professor Lupin had taught in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Once a wizard is infected with the werewolf virus, not only will his appearance change, but his senses will also be amazingly enhanced. Even on a non-full moon night, these half-human, half-wolf creatures can sniff out the slightest changes in the air like the most sensitive bloodhounds.

"Vampires are completely different," Roger muttered in his heart, as if he heard Professor Lupin's magnetic voice again, "Their eyes are extremely afraid of light, and they can't see clearly even one meter away in the sun. But don't be fooled by their weak eyesight, their ears are the most sensitive eavesdroppers in the wizarding world."

Lupin drew a diagram of the structure of a vampire's ear on the blackboard. There were a lot of imperceptible hairs growing inside and outside its auricle. "They can monitor the human heartbeat, and any sudden changes in the heartbeat can attract their attention. Keep your breathing steady, which can help you deceive the vampire's search."

Roger slowly lowered his breathing rate and distracted himself by looking around.

The test subjects in the cages were still sleeping, looking lifeless. The goblins occasionally walked in the corridor, making slight footsteps. Although some guys were sneaking around, the entire laboratory was still peaceful.

His position was very secretive. Above his head was a wooden board with torchlight shining through it, on his left was a pile of ore, and on his right was the door leading to the laboratory next door.

Hearing the conversation between the werewolf and the vampire not far away, he secretly thought that he was lucky. If he had used a dagger to cut the throat of the goblin outside the cave, the strong smell of blood would definitely arouse the suspicion of the werewolves.

"But which Auror is secretly using perfume?" Roger muttered to himself, frowning tightly.

He closed his eyes and carefully felt the air around him. In this dim, turbid underground world, the strong smell of tar from the torches almost covered everything. However, his keen sense of smell still caught a hint of unusual sweetness - it was the rare smell of caramel.

As an excellent potion master, Roger's sense of smell is comparable to that of a werewolf. Years of potion research have enabled him to accurately distinguish the various odor components in the air. He took a deep breath, as if he was tasting a complex magic drink, "Carambone, caramel, salt..."

"There's also the smell of vanilla and tobacco." He opened his eyes, slowly glanced around, and exhaled helplessly. This unique smell could only come from some kind of perfume.

In a corner of the laboratory, Tonks, who was hiding, didn't know she had been exposed. The perfume she used, the ever-changing Constance, had exposed the uninvited guests.

The werewolf and the vampire exchanged a meaningful look. The tense atmosphere in the air suddenly became thick. The vampires above began to wake up one after another, their red eyes flashing dangerously in the darkness.

Although the goblins were still patrolling as usual, Roger was keenly aware that the werewolves and vampires were quietly moving towards a corner. Their movements seemed random, but in fact they were moving step by step.

The images from the crow mask gradually focused on the werewolves and vampires. Roger understood that the Aurors had also noticed the enemy's unusual behavior.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the tension in the air was almost suffocating. Rogge knew that if they didn't take action, they would be in an irretrievable situation.

"Lumos." Without hesitation, he raised his wand and whispered the spell in a low but firm voice.

The tip of the magic wand instantly burst into a dazzling light, like a white-hot sun that suddenly appeared. The blinding light instantly swept across the entire laboratory, dispelling the darkness.

This sudden "holy light" not only illuminated the entire space, but also disrupted the enemy's deployment.

"Ah, my eyes!" There was a sudden cry of surprise in the laboratory.

Many people were caught off guard, their eyes were instantly flooded by the dazzling light, and their brains were occupied by pure white. They rubbed their eyes in panic, trying to restore their vision.

For the vampires, the situation was even worse. These creatures who loved the dark by nature let out shrill howls one after another under the bright fluorescent light.

They hurriedly crossed their arms to protect their eyes, curled up into a ball, and trembled like frightened mice. Some crickets tried to find shelter and escape from the piercing light. "There are intruders!" The voice of the werewolf Youer suddenly sounded, reminding all the Death Eaters to prepare for battle.

He was very experienced in combat, and he reacted the moment he lost his sight. He first bent over and rolled on the ground, hiding under the dining table. Then he shouted a warning and cast magic to seal off the entire laboratory.

"Damn bastard!" Many Aurors couldn't help cursing. "When I find out who set off the fluorescent flash, I will kiss his ass hard with my boots."

They closed their eyes tightly, trying hard to regain their vision as quickly as possible, and they did not dare to relax their grip on the wands in their hands, ready to deal with possible attacks at any time.

Roger couldn't help curling his lips when he heard his companions' complaints. He was the one who had the most right to complain. If it weren't for that damn perfume smell, how could he have exposed himself?

Ding, ding, ding... A series of sharp metal friction sounds were heard, and the iron door of the laboratory fell down, completely isolating it from the outside world. At this moment, not even a fly could escape.

Rogge sighed helplessly and declared in a loud and firm voice: "I originally planned to get along with you in a stealth manner, but what I got in return was vigilance. I won't pretend anymore. I'm going to show my invincibility and show my cards!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Youer's roar echoed in the laboratory: "At the door of Laboratory No. 14, attack! Attack! Everyone, come on!"

The temporarily blinded Death Eaters moved at the sound, but their spellcasting movements were slow and chaotic. Many of them couldn't even make a complete wand trajectory, let alone find the target.

The expected fierce battle did not break out, only a one-sided fight. Rogge's magic wand swung as fast as lightning, and one after another "petrification" accurately hit the mindless target.

This spell is enough to deal with a group of temporarily blinded enemies, and "Expelliarmus" seems overkill.

"Damn it, if today is a full moon night, I will definitely kill you!" Youer said harshly, immediately activated the Apparition and disappeared into the air.

"Haha, even if it's a full moon day, we choose to do it during the day." Roger sneered and kicked over the dining table in front of him. Thinking of the Death Eaters being able to use Apparition, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

He recalled the discussion before the operation. Because it was a secret operation, Dawlish had proposed to start at night. But Rogge insisted that it would be more advantageous to operate during the day.

First, the light conditions are good during the day, making it easier to observe the enemy's movements. Second, most people's biological clocks follow the sun.

If you attack at night, those night owls, vampires and werewolves will be energetic and sharp-minded, making them more difficult to deal with.

In retrospect, his judgment was correct. Although the stealth operation did not go entirely as expected, the daytime operation did give them a huge advantage.

An Auror who had regained his sight squinted his eyes and glanced at the Death Eater who was single-handedly dealt with by Rogue. He still couldn't help complaining: "Boy, I admit that your fluorescent flash is powerful, but can you give us a heads-up next time? This is simply betraying your teammates!"

Roger raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Heh, instead of worrying about my spell, I'd better find out whose perfume is guilty."

"Perfume? How is that possible? All the people here this time are wizards."

Another burly Auror shouted, "Kid, stop talking nonsense! Where does the perfume smell come from? We are all experienced Aurors. How could we make such a low-level mistake?"

"Really? But the werewolf just noticed it." Roger's eyes were fixed on a seemingly empty wall. His eyes became sharp, and he raised his wand instantly, chanting in a low voice: "Expecto Patronus."

A silver crow flew out from the tip of the staff, its wings spread out like a dazzling silver lightning. It swooped down to the shadow of the wall without hesitation, and its sharp claws stabbed fiercely into the cracks in the stone.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, a hidden Dementor was forcibly pulled out by the Raven Patronus. The horrible black shadow twisted and struggled in the silver light, screaming silently, and in the blink of an eye it was torn into countless pieces and dissipated into the air.

"Damn it, this thing is actually here. I thought Dawlish was just talking."

"Fortunately, someone has mastered the Guardian Charm." An Auror looked at Rogge and muttered, "Dementors cannot be completely killed. They are born in fear and feed on fear. Even if they are dispersed, they will eventually regroup from fear."

"Now is not the time to read from the script." Rogge pointed his wand at the closed door. The fiery red beam was like an angry dragon's breath, instantly blasting the heavy door into pieces.

When the smoke cleared, a suffocating scene appeared before everyone's eyes.

Behind the door, there were hundreds of Death Eaters who appeared in the form of apparitions. The dark wizards had bloodthirsty eyes on their hideous faces; the goblins showed their sharp teeth and clenched their wands; the Dementors floated in the air, emitting a heart-pounding chill; the vampires licked their lips, as if they had already smelled the scent of blood.

At the same time, more Death Eaters appeared in the silver light of Apparition. They were densely packed, and looked like they were determined to kill all the invaders.

"You guys hurry up and rescue people, I'll clear the way!" Rogge jumped down from the second floor, waving his magic wand like the wind, facing the enemy group in Laboratory No. 14.

If it weren't for the inexplicable perfume smell, it would be impossible to attract the Death Eaters outside the laboratory. Roger could only spread his hands, expressing his helplessness towards the stupid teammates in the team, and then picked up the wand to fight back.

As Dawlish often said, not all Aurors could truly meet the requirements of this position. It was not uncommon for people to use backdoors and connections to get into the Ministry of Magic.

His thoughts raced as his wand waved, sending streams of spells blasting through the enemy horde.

Roger suspected it was Tonks, the young witch who was born with the ability to transform. Her ability was indeed amazing, and she could easily disguise herself as someone else and blend into various occasions to collect intelligence.

However, this does not mean that she is suitable to be a combat Auror. On the contrary, doing some intelligence work can better bring out her talents.

"Stupid!" he cursed, and at the same time used Stun to quickly knock down the four vampires flying towards him.

She knew there were werewolves among the Death Eaters, but she didn't remove the perfume on her body. Didn't she understand that in this dark and turbid cave, the sweet caramel scent was like a beacon in the darkness, pointing the way for the enemy?
Roger complained in his heart and put on the armor to protect himself. The powerful magic made the protection spell shine with golden light, like an insurmountable barrier, rebounding the attacks of the Death Eaters one by one.

A man needs to be durable. Rogue's armor is particularly durable and cannot be broken.

"Drilling my heart and digging out my bones~" Suddenly, an almost imperceptible green light pierced the air, and the sound of the incantation was so light that it seemed like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

Rogge's crow mask instantly caught the deadly green light. He was startled and immediately realized that this was a premeditated attack. The cunning Death Eater cleverly hid the Unforgivable Curse in a colorful spell beam and attacked quietly from the right rear.

(End of this chapter)