A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 545 Friendly Goodbye
The rain fell like a curtain, the thunder roared, and everyone was immersed in dead silence.

Their thoughts all drifted to the same question: where will they go in the future?

Once upon a time, Voldemort's name was their glory. They were proud of their pure blood and regarded Muggles as ants.

But now, his bloodline and style of doing things make the pure-blood ideal seem even more ridiculous and empty.

Bella's voice rang out again, penetrating the rain and thunder: "We once followed him because we believed that he could lead us to create a better magical world. But now..."

"Now we must stand up for ourselves." She paused, her voice full of strength, "We no longer need a half-blooded bastard leader. We must fight for the pure-blood ideal again!"

The other Death Eaters slowly raised their heads, with complex lights flashing in their eyes: fear, hesitation, but also a spark of hope.

Bella's words gave them a new direction, a chance to rediscover themselves and rebuild their beliefs.

"But Bella, if the master knew we had betrayed..." McNeill's voice trembled.

Bella turned around suddenly, her eyes flashing with madness: "We didn't betray him, he betrayed us!"

Her eyes swept across everyone's face like a hawk, and she took out a syringe filled with pink-blue liquid from her waist.

The slender silver needle glowed faintly under the illumination of lightning, like a man-eating beast that had been dormant for a long time, ready to strike.

"This is a virus modified by Baldwin. It can kill all wizards." Bella held the syringe in front of her eyes and looked at it carefully.

A crazy, sick smile appeared on her lips. "He is a wizard too, isn't he?"

The Death Eaters around them swallowed their saliva involuntarily, and the air was filled with fear and uneasiness. Many people subconsciously looked around, fearing that their master would hear them.

Everyone knew Bella was crazy, but no one expected her to be this crazy. For the so-called pure blood ideal, she even wanted to murder the master they had always followed.

"Bella, calm down." Buck advised hurriedly, "Things are not as bad as you think. After all, there is still that old guy Dumbledore..."

"Dumbledore, Dumbledore!" Bella screamed, her voice full of hatred and anger.

She tightly grasped the syringe, her knuckles turning white, as if she was going to crush it: "That disgusting, disgusting, hypocritical old man, if it weren't for him, would we have become Death Eaters?"

"For nearly half a century, he has spared no effort to suppress pure-blood families. And the shame of pure-bloods, the Weasley family." She gritted her teeth, with flames of hatred burning in her eyes, "I should have Baldwin make more Death Virus to kill them all, kill them all!!"

Before she finished her words, Bella suddenly stepped onto her broom and flew towards Thunder like a black lightning. In the storm, her figure seemed particularly lonely and determined.

Buck hesitated for a moment, and finally, he took a deep breath, got on his broom and followed closely.

"Damn it," he cursed under his breath, "this has to be kept secret under the Fidelius Charm."

The remaining Death Eaters looked at each other in bewilderment, and the air was filled with tension and uneasiness. Bella's declaration just now was like a bomb, stirring up thousands of waves in everyone's heart. As for reporting this matter to Voldemort, almost everyone gave up the idea at the first time.

They are not the unscrupulous Wormtail who can betray their companions without scruples. Moreover, if Bella can really kill Voldemort, maybe they will no longer be the Death Eaters hated by everyone in the wizarding world, but become... heroes.

This thought aroused a strange feeling in everyone's heart. They exchanged glances with each other secretly, and everyone felt a kind of excitement and pleasure similar to that of an affair.

However, the person they wanted to cuckold was the Dark Lord Voldemort, who was feared by the entire wizarding world.

"Go save her." Little Barty's face changed and he suddenly shouted, "Bella must not die."

The others then woke up from their dreams and realized the seriousness of the situation. If Bella was buried in the thunder before executing the plan, their pure-blood ideals would be ruined.

During the storm, Roger stood on the back of a huge thunderbird and patted the head of this magical creature affectionately.

The feathers of the Thunderbird shone with a metallic luster under the reflection of lightning, as if it was wearing a flowing armor. With the help of this big guy, the "rats" hiding in the clouds were quickly shot down and disappeared in the rolling dark clouds.

"Merlin's beard, is this your friend?" Bellinrum's eyes sparkled as he stared at the shiny Thunderbird. He rubbed his hands, his tone full of desire and excitement, "Rogge, where did you buy it? I want one too."

Click~~
As if it understood what Bellingrum said, the Thunderbird's wing tip suddenly pointed at him. A streak of lightning flashed across the gloomy sky and struck Bellingrum accurately.

"I~I~" Bellinrum's body was burnt black, his beard and hair exploded like a porcupine, and his voice was thick with electric sounds. He staggered a few steps and almost fell down, looking both embarrassed and ridiculous.

The ptarmigan uttered a melodious song, which seemed to laugh at Bellingrum's antics. It raised its head proudly, very satisfied with its own masterpiece.

"Don't worry about this guy." Rogge patted the Thunderbird's head, signaling it to disperse the clouds and rain around it.

The Thunderbird nodded knowingly, carrying Rogge through the dark clouds. It raised its long neck and took a deep breath.

A magical scene appeared: the surrounding clouds were like endless noodles, being swallowed up by the Thunderbird. The sky became clearer at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dark clouds were swallowed up bit by bit, revealing the blue sky behind them.

The sun shone through the gaps between the clouds, like golden threads sprinkled on the ground. The rain faded at an alarming speed, as if an invisible hand was controlling the weather. At some point, the rain suddenly stopped, and the world returned to peace.

Roger patted Thunderbird's neck and smiled with satisfaction: "Well done, old friend..."

"There are more people! Stay alert!" He noticed the dark shadow searching in the distance and quickly reminded Dawlish and the Aurors.

Everyone immediately tensed up, and their hearts, which had just been at ease, became tense again.

"Where's Baldwin? Leave Baldwin to me!" Bella rushed over without saying a word, and her walnut wand shot out several fierce spells like an angry poisonous snake.

"Armor to protect yourself." Rogge was quick to cast a magic shield for Thunderbird. The spells hit the shield, making a harsh hissing sound, but they were all repelled one by one.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and dangerous energy accumulated in his wand. Just as he was about to give this crazy woman a fatal blow, Buck, who had caught up with him, shook his head imperceptibly.

Rogge understood instantly and changed his strategy: "Expel your weapons and make you faint."

The two spells returned at an even faster speed, Bella's eyes blurred and she lost consciousness in an instant.

Her wand flew out of her hand and she fell off her broom. Buck lowered the broom and scooped her up into his arms with a sudden tailspin.

Rogge used magic to transmit his voice, with a teasing tone: "Why, do you want her to change her last name?"

"Don't talk nonsense, this is related to our plan." Buck frowned, and an unnatural expression appeared on his face.

In order to cover up the secret communication between the two, he shouted loudly: "Where is Professor Baldwin? Hand him over!"

Roger looked at Buck thoughtfully and chuckled, "The potion master in the crystal room? He is dead, melted in the fierce fire along with his laboratory." At this moment, several other pure-blooded Death Eaters also caught up. They lined up in a line and stared at Roger fiercely.

Dawlish immediately led a small number of Aurors to fly over for support, while the other Aurors continued to stay around the hot air balloon, alert to the possible Death Eaters' plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

The wands of both sides were ready to go, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere that was about to explode.

"Oh, so many old friends." Dawlish snorted coldly, and his eyes swept across the Death Eaters opposite. Suddenly, his sight fixed on a figure at the end of the team, and his face suddenly changed, "McNeill!"

He roared, drawing everyone's attention to McNeill, "You are a Death Eater!"

"Um..." McNeill was called and felt very uncomfortable. He touched his face awkwardly, his mouth twitching and revealing a bitter expression: "Oh, I forgot to bring it. Um... Dawlish, can you wait for me to put on the hood?"

As he spoke he pulled out a linen hood from his clothes and hurriedly put the bag over his head, leaving only space for his eyes.

The originally serious and dangerous atmosphere suddenly became a little absurd.

"Ahem..." McNeill cleared his throat and said in a deliberately rough voice, "Hey, Auror! I'm a Death Eater, not the McNeill you know."

He thought for a moment, and immediately added: "Of course, I have also heard of Mr. McNeill's name. He is a respectable employee of the Ministry of Magic and deserves to be promoted..."

"Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?" Dalish's face was full of black lines. He had never seen such a weird wizard.

He secretly complained in his heart: "Or is it that the Dark Lord and his men are not in their right minds."

Buck and the others turned around and glared at the masked man. Their faces turned red and their toes were tapped on the ground in embarrassment. At this moment, they even hoped that someone would give them a complete oblivion.

"Okay, okay, since you have discovered my true identity, I will not go back to the Ministry of Magic." He sighed helplessly, sounding quite aggrieved, "Rogge, can I continue to buy jerky in the future?"

"What do you think?" Rogge couldn't help rubbing his temple. Can such a thing be talked about publicly?

He then looked at Cedric, who had become mature and steady, and waved and said hello: "Long time no see, Cedric."

"Yeah." Cedric was stunned for a moment, then nodded with some awkwardness in his heart, as if his current identity made it impossible for him to face his former classmates.

He looked at the arrogant Aurors with undisguised envy in his eyes. If it weren't for the accident in the Triwizard Tournament, perhaps he would be the one standing on the opposite side now, instead of becoming a hated Death Eater.

When he thought of this, his hatred for Harry Potter became even stronger.

He tried hard to suppress his inner emotions and clumsily tried to find a topic:

"It's been a long time indeed. Is this your bird? It's so beautiful."

When Roger heard this, he couldn't help showing an embarrassed expression on his face, and he murmured, "Is there anyone who chats like you?"

The atmosphere in the air became increasingly tense, with both sides like pawns on chess, stuck in a stalemate in the sky.

Dawlish carefully looked at the Death Eaters opposite him, trying to assess their strength. Although the pure-blood Death Eaters did not want to keep them, they did not intend to give in either.

This strange balance made everyone feel uncomfortable. After all, they were enemies. Everyone was waiting for an opportunity to break the deadlock.

"Can you do me a favor?" Little Batty broke the silence, his eyes moving back and forth between Dawlish and Roger.

Dalish instinctively wanted to refuse, but Roger asked first: "Send a message to your father?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Barty's eyes, and then he nodded slightly. He didn't expect that Buck's nephew was so smart. No wonder Voldemort mentioned him many times.

"You tell him I'll make Crouch a glory."

"A great ideal." Rogge nodded in agreement and then looked around. He had a vague feeling that this group of people seemed to be planning something.

"Where's the others? Cedric?"

Cedric shook his head, he glanced at Bella secretly, and had already made up his mind.

Among this group of pure-blood Death Eaters, his pure-blood ideology was the weakest. Due to some strange circumstances, he had no choice but to succumb to Voldemort's tyranny.

If Bella can really complete her plan, he will have the opportunity to transform himself into a hero who saves the magical world, and the crimes he has committed will be forgiven by the magical world.

In his opinion, wizards would never care whether Muggles live or die.

"Then we'll go." Roger winked at Buck, raised his hand and tilted it back, signaling the Aurors to retreat.

Dawlish couldn't help but shout worriedly: "Rogge, they may have a trick."

"You guys retreat first, I'll hold the fort." He showed a confident smile on his face and patted the sturdy body of the Thunderbird under him, "It can change the weather in the sky in an instant."

The Thunderbird let out a long cry with pride, and its eyes filled with purple lightning stared vigilantly at the Death Eaters opposite, appearing eager to try.

Dawlish hesitated for a moment, gave a few more instructions, and then began to lead the other Aurors to retreat.

When they and the hot air balloon disappeared at the edge of the sky, Rogge spoke slowly, "Is there anything I can help you with? Like intelligence, supplies, etc."

Seeing the Death Eaters' vigilant eyes, Roger continued to explain: "Don't look at me like that. I am a pure blood and a Slytherin. Although I don't agree with your paranoid ideas, we do have a common language after all."

Barty Jr. and the other Death Eaters exchanged glances, clearly skeptical of Rogge's proposal. They even suspected that this might be some kind of trap or calculation.

Seeing this, Roger spread his hands helplessly and said softly: "Okay, we can talk about cooperation later."

"But I can give you some information." He showed a mysterious smile on his face and pointed to the west and said, "A small volcano will erupt soon. Please prepare early."

This sudden information made them all stunned. They looked at each other, trying to understand the meaning of Rogge's words.

"Then, see you next time?" Rogge deliberately dragged out his tone, but still no one asked a question.

He smiled and signaled the Thunderbird to fly north.

(End of this chapter)