A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 543 Please Be Polite

The echoing wolf howls and the exploding spells were constantly impacting the fragile hearts of the survivors.

The sky was filled with white clouds, like a vast snowfield, hiding countless pairs of greedy eyes, ready to pounce on them at any time.

"No, I can't stand it anymore!" Suddenly, a thin young man collapsed and screamed.

He held his head in his hands, curled up into a ball, and let out a heartbreaking whimper. "Please, send me back! I would rather be used as a guinea pig in the laboratory than be trapped here and wait to die!"

Panic spread rapidly among the crowd like an invisible plague. More and more survivors began to stir uncomfortably, some sobbing, some mumbling to themselves, and even a few brave ones tried to flip out of the hanging basket in a vain attempt to escape this suffocating cage.

"Come back!" Bellinrum growled, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

He didn't need to chant a spell, just gently waved his wand, and an invisible force hit the Muggle who had already leaned out half of his body. The man's eyes rolled back and he fell limply into the hanging basket.

Rogge noticed that this magic, similar to "fainting", was completely different from that of a wizard in terms of the casting action. Obviously, the goblins had their own unique magic system.

"Hey, man, you have my money, 200 Galleons!" Bellingrum shouted strangely, pointing his wand at the other frightened Muggles rudely, threatening them to roll back into the hanging basket.

In his eyes, these Muggles were nothing more than a bunch of disobedient cargo, and he had to take measures once and for all to keep these stupid guys quiet.

Otherwise, they will not only cause financial losses to themselves, but may also ruin their own "reputation".

"You'll be obliviated anyway," he whispered, casting a complex spell.

A soft blue light enveloped the hanging basket filled with Muggles, and they instantly fell into a peaceful slumber.

"Hey, I'm such a genius," he boasted.

The Aurors around the hot air balloon witnessed this, with mixed emotions written on their faces. Although they were disgusted by Bellingrum's behavior, no one stopped him.

Because this is the best way to control the situation. Let a treacherous goblin be the villain, at least the Aurors will feel better.

If a wizard casts a spell on a Muggle, he or she will be investigated and questioned by the Ministry of Magic. He or she may even be sent to the Wizengamot for trial.

At this moment, the wizards in the other hanging basket suddenly became agitated.

A bearded wizard among them stood up and shouted in a righteous voice: "Hurry up and throw those useless Muggles down!"

"We are wizards, noble wizards! How can we be held back by this bunch of rubbish!"

"By emptying their baskets, we can lighten the load on each balloon. That way, we can fly higher and faster!"

"That's right!" The surrounding wizards echoed one after another, like a group of hungry wolves, "Throw away the Muggles! We need wands, wands! ..."

"We still need brooms!" said another voice.

Their behavior at this moment was like a crazy demonstration, with everyone scrambling to make sophisticated and selfish suggestions, trying to give themselves a better chance of escape.

"Two of us share one broom, and we can go as fast as a whirlwind! The Aurors should give us half of the broom, and the magic carpet..."

When Roger heard these words, a dangerous light flashed in his eyes. He turned around slowly, and the tip of his wand flashed an ominous red light, as if he would burst out a deadly spell at any time.

"Shut up!" His voice was deep and powerful, and he cursed mercilessly: "You are a bunch of losers who can't even keep your own wands, and you still have the nerve to make demands?"

The hanging basket suddenly fell silent, and the wizards who had been noisy just now turned their heads and glared at Rogge.

Bellinrum laughed contemptuously, with a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth: "Haha, wizards are best at infighting."

He narrowed his eyes and rubbed his thumb and index finger together: "Rogge, do you want me to help you look after these brave wizards? 100 Galleons per person..."

"If you want to be arrested by the International Magical Confederation, go ahead." His gaze was like a sharp razor, slowly cutting across the throats of the group of wizards, and everyone swallowed involuntarily.

"You have lived to this age, but you haven't even mastered wandless spellcasting, and you still want to drag down the Aurors who protect you. Humph, what are your intentions? Are you waiting to be defeated one by one by the Death Eaters?"

There was a tense atmosphere in the air, and some people lowered their heads in shame.

"You're a bitch's son of a bitch." The tall wizard cursed at Rogge, with every word he uttered modified by "fuck" and spit flying everywhere: "Give me your wand now..."

Before he finished speaking, an invisible magic hand, like a hydraulic clamp, tightly grasped his throat. The tall wizard was speechless for a moment, and could only open his mouth to breathe in vain, his two eyeballs bulging out like dead fish.

A cold smile appeared on Roger's face, and he slowly raised his wrist. As he moved, the invisible magic hand rose rapidly under the control of the magic wand.

The burly wizard first tiptoed off the ground, and then his whole body was pulled out of the basket, suspended in the air, with his legs kicking helplessly.

"Rogge." Dalish noticed the commotion here and shouted hurriedly, "Don't be impulsive, put him down quickly."

Roger shook his neck slightly, ignoring Dawlish's words. "Who else wants a wand, or..." He paused and said with a smile, "Want to try floating in the air?"

The wizard, suspended in the air, felt the magic hand relax slightly, and finally he was able to breathe with difficulty. However, he still couldn't speak, and could only convey his inner feelings with his eyes.

He stared at Rogge, his eyes burning with hatred and freezing with fear. Deep in his heart, he swore that as long as he could get his wand back, he would kill this arrogant kid as soon as possible.

Rogge didn't care about his mental activities at all, and he didn't even bother to make eye contact. In his opinion, the moment the wizard spoke rudely, he had already written his own death notice.

"Should I let you go?"

Upon hearing this, the wizard nodded quickly and made a humming sound as if to apologize.

"I'm sorry, I don't accept your apology." His tone was as calm as water. Under the other party's frightened eyes, it seemed as if he was talking about an insignificant matter: "But I can agree to your request - let you go."

The wizard felt the invisible fingers leaving his neck one by one. His breathing gradually became smoother and his face could express more and more vivid expressions.

A glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, thinking that he had been forgiven.

"You are free." There was a hint of lightness in Roger's tone.

"Ah~~" The shrill scream resounded through the sky, like a long and terrifying lullaby. The sound came from near and far, wandering from bottom to top, and gradually disappeared into the air.

The other wizards in the basket stared at the scene in amazement, some covered their mouths, and some trembled.

Bellingrum let out a deep laugh. "Excellent show, Roger. It seems you are more...creative than I thought."

There was an Auror in the team who wanted to rush down to rescue people, but under Rogue's numerous obstacles, he was like stuck in a quagmire and couldn't move forward.

"Rogge, you murderer." The Auror roared angrily and suddenly pulled off his mask.

The disguise faded away like water, revealing Tonks's face twisted with anger.

"Maybe." He said coldly, then turned to the shivering wizard in the basket and asked, "Tell me, how long will it take to touch the ground if you fall from a height of 1000 meters?" Silence. No one dared to answer, and everyone lowered their heads to avoid Roger's sharp gaze.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk~" He shook his head, his eyes sweeping across everyone's face, "14.28 seconds. The current altitude is around 4000 feet, so..."

"It's almost time." Roger turned to Tonks with a provocative smile on his face: "Miss Tonks, are you fast enough?"

Before she finished speaking, the obstacle on Tonks was removed.

Without any hesitation, and regardless of the playful smile in Roger's eyes, she dived down like a rocket.

“7、6……”罗格开始倒数，犹如精确的时钟：“3、2、1！”

"Bang~" A resonant sound came out of his mouth, which scared the wizards in the hanging basket so much that they couldn't help but tremble.

Some people let out suppressed screams, while others held tightly to the people around them, as if this would give them a sense of security.

Rogge was very satisfied with their performance and reminded them in a serious voice: "Gentlemen and ladies, please shut your mouths, keep quiet, and follow the instructions."

"This is not the gate of the Magical Congress of the United States of America. You are not allowed to use gangster-like protest tactics to seize power."

His voice was cold and merciless: "You who have lost your wands and cannot cast spells are no different from those Muggles. In my eyes, you are all useless trash."

"Also, don't forget, I am your creditor. Do you understand?"

The wizards in the hanging basket looked at each other, not understanding what he meant. But they did not dare to ask, so they could only grit their teeth and remain silent.

"In order to rescue you, we crossed the ocean and risked our lives on this warm Christmas. Even if we don't mention the life-saving grace, each of you owes me 200 Galleons for the boat ticket."

He couldn't help but let out a helpless laugh. "But how did you treat us? Ha, you shamelessly asked us for wands and brooms, and even asked the Aurors to give up their brooms."

"What's the next step?" Roger's voice gradually became sharp. "Are you going to let us cover your rear so that you can escape? Or are you going to stab us in the back and kneel down in front of the Death Eaters and beg, 'I didn't run away, they kidnapped me.'"

He took a deep breath and continued, "Your ancestors betrayed the British wizarding world in the name of freedom. But as a British wizard, I still respect your choice and am willing to give you freedom."

"Now, right here, in this free land, you can choose freedom, or obey my discipline."

Just then, Tonks came flying at him, her hair puffing with anger and her eyes burning with rage.

Rogge whispered to himself: "It seems that you are not fast enough to pull back the guy who was enjoying the free fall."

"You are committing murder, you are committing a crime! How can you treat innocent people like this?" Tonks could no longer bear it. She pointed her wand at Rogge, with sparks of anger flashing in her eyes.

"Expelliarmus!" she screamed, and a red light shot out from the tip of her wand.

"Innocent?" Roger waved his wand easily and deflected the spell: "Who do you think is more dangerous, me or these idiots who are trying to disrupt the team?"

Tonks opened her mouth to protest, but nothing came out. She knew the Aurors couldn't fight off the Death Eaters and look after the survivors of the riot at the same time. Otherwise, they wouldn't have just sat there and watched Bellingrum knock out all the Muggles.

But even if what Roger said made sense, she still couldn't forgive him for what he did. That was a human life, not a light dandelion that could be blown away by the wind.

"Disarm you and bind you tightly." The moment she was distracted, Rogge seized the opportunity and waved his wand quickly.

Two spells hit Tonks in quick succession. Her wand flew out of her hand, and her body was instantly tied up tightly by invisible ropes.

"Wands fly." Roger put her wand on her belt and handed herself over to Bellinrum's care.

"I will report your behavior to the Ministry of Magic!" Tonks struggled, with tears in her eyes, but more of anger.

"Report." Roger cast a silencing spell, and Tonks' voice stopped abruptly.

"Once we have safely reached our destination, you can report whatever you wish. But for now, we still have a group of Death Eaters to deal with."

"My mission is to ensure that you return home safely. This is the promise I made. As for them..." He pointed at the group of wizards and Muggles, "As long as they don't commit suicide, they won't die."

This sentence is like a knife, hanging over everyone's head.

"Everyone, please be polite." Roger had a faint smile on his face, and his voice was so soft that it was almost a whisper, but everyone could hear it clearly: "If you want to kill me or report me to the Ministry of Magic, you must be patient."

"I just want you to understand a simple truth. This is a wilderness, there are no morals or laws to protect the weak. Respecting the strong is the only guarantee for you, a bunch of trash, to survive."

The air seemed to freeze. No one dared to make a sound, and even breathing became cautious.

"Now, does anyone want a wand? Or for the Aurors to give up their brooms?"

The wizards in the hanging basket shook their heads quickly. They were like timid quails and said nothing.

Roger nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, I hope everyone can cooperate sincerely and arrive safely in the British wizarding world."

Dawlish came over with a heavy face, holding his wand, his eyes fell on Tonks who was in cricket pupa, "I'm sorry, I didn't know she replaced Hardy."

"Do you want to..." He moved closer to Roger, made a gesture of wiping his neck, and lowered his voice and said, "I can keep the other Aurors silent."

Roger shook his head, looking confident: "No, I'm actually looking forward to the Wizengamot's reaction."

"Looking forward to it?" Dalish looked at Rogge in surprise, seemingly unable to understand his thoughts.

The incident had already happened, and with so many witnesses, it was impossible to conceal it. On the bright side, these wizards would keep quiet and stop chattering and interfering with their actions.

"Keep moving forward." Dawlish ordered decisively.

Although delayed for a while by the incident, surprisingly, Youer seemed to be afraid of Rogge's magic and remained hidden in the clouds and did not appear.

He howled a few times from time to time, urging his men to continue harassing the Aurors. However, this wolf attack tactic did not produce the desired effect.

Compared to the Death Eaters following them, the wizards in the basket were more worried about the "little devil" flapping its wings. They were afraid that if they said something wrong, Roger would throw them out of the basket.

"It's better to live a miserable life than to die. After all, Roger didn't even give up on the Muggles, so he won't give up on me who owes money." Many people comforted themselves secretly.

"Why haven't we left the sea of ​​clouds yet?" Dalish flew to Roger's side, opened the cover of his pocket watch and glanced at it, frowning, "Are we lost? We have been flying for half an hour and the surroundings are still the same."

"It should be the influence of the spell." Roger shook his head. The fog only blocked the vision, not the maze. "We have entered Maine. If everything goes well, we can leave the American wizarding world in ten minutes."

Suddenly, the clouds around them began to grow thicker and thicker at an unnatural speed. The clouds were like expanding cotton, pressing towards them little by little. This abnormal phenomenon made everyone feel uneasy.

(End of this chapter)