A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 547: Percy the Smart One

Jessica's eyes flashed with anger, and she cursed Voldemort with the most vicious words she could think of.

"Damn that snake-faced bastard!" She cursed in a low voice, "If he hadn't bewitched so many pure-blood wizards into becoming Death Eaters, the power of the pure-blood families wouldn't be so weak. We are the backbone of the wizarding world."

"I finally understand. As long as we can provide generous political funding to the Ministry of Magic, we are a sacred and generous pure-blood family. Otherwise..." She snorted disdainfully, her voice full of sarcasm, "Otherwise, we will become dark wizards polluted by pure-blood ideas and be attacked by Dumbledore."

Roger listened to his mother's words and nodded gently. He reached out and gently stroked the exquisite dragon crystal magic mirror on the table, then closed it.

The mother and son talked about the family's recent business. The situation of the Flash Golem House was not optimistic and it was already running out of money. However, the magic potion business was booming.

Many Muggle dignitaries paid high prices to buy snake repellent potions that can purify blood through the art gallery opened by the Travis family in the financial city. However, there is a limit to the amount of snake repellent potions that can be used, and this market will be saturated sooner or later.

"The British wizarding world is too small." Jessica stood up and walked to the window, looking at the snow-covered city. "The local wizard market alone cannot support the development of the family."

She waved her hand to signal the house elves to prepare dinner, and said with some reluctance: "From now on, the focus of our business will probably shift to Muggles."

"Mom, is there no problem with the Ministry of Magic?" Roger raised his head and asked softly, "I'm afraid the Improper Use of Magic Office will use the Statute of Secrecy again."

"That was in the past." A mysterious smile appeared on her lips. "Now, magic and wizards are no longer a secret in the eyes of Muggle leaders. After all, the Dark Lord has messed up the whole world."

"Some secrets cannot be hidden even by Dumbledore. The International Confederation of Magic is a bunch of greedy sniffers, thinking about how to grab territory after the war."

"Who cares about the Statute of Secrecy at this time?" Jessica shook her head slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in her tone. "They jointly removed Dumbledore from the position of president just to plunder without restriction."

"And..." She paused, her tone accusing, "Why did you give the light and shadow powder business to the Greengrass family?"

Roger smacked his lips and quickly lowered his head to stare at the empty plate, as if there was something interesting hidden inside.

As a new product, the Dragon Crystal Mirror did not sell well. To date, only the powerful organizations in the wizarding world are interested in it. As for newspapers and ordinary wizards, they still stick to tradition and are more accustomed to newspapers.

Thousands of years of cultural inertia are difficult to change in a short period of time. Most wizards prefer a leisurely and slow pace of life and are not used to fast and efficient new inventions.

In their words: pursuing a sense of ritual in life.

Jessica sighed. She didn't want to interfere too much in her son's emotional life. She brought it up on purpose to stop him from spending so much on gifts.

Roger's eyes wandered over the gorgeous decorations of the restaurant, and he thought to himself: "It seems that I need to find a new source of income for my family."

He spent most of his time at Hogwarts and didn't know much about the family business. In the past, when he came back from vacation, his mother Jessica never mentioned these things to him.

Now my mother couldn't help but mention the photolithography powder. It must be the return of Voldemort and the turmoil in the wizarding world that had greatly affected the family business.

"Living in a precarious life, who would have the leisure to hold a camera and take pictures?" He couldn't help but think of the Malfoy family. "Without the smuggling channel, their life will probably be even more difficult."

However, as long as they can master the method of making wands, the Travis family can become a wand family. This is a business that started thousands of years ago. More importantly, Roger is preparing to do the business of making goblins' wands.

At this moment, Kreacher's familiar voice interrupted his thoughts. The loyal house-elf walked quickly from outside and bowed deeply: "Master, a staff member from the Ministry of Magic is visiting."

"Ministry of Magic?" Jessica smiled gently. She was secretly happy, thinking that the Minister wanted to reward her son for his contribution to the rescue plan. So she quickly said, "Please ask him to come in."

However, Roger's reaction was beyond her expectations. He looked at the door with a serious look and said slowly, "Maybe he is here to question me."

"Ask for punishment?" Jessica's smile froze on her face, her voice full of confusion and worry.

"There was an accident during the rescue process, and a survivor was accidentally thrown overboard and died."

Hearing this, Jessica's expression became serious and complicated, and her eyes were sharp.

Her mind was racing, obviously thinking about what the Ministry might do, and how they should respond.

As a former Death Eater who walked out of Azkaban, her years of experience in dealing with the wizarding world allowed her to think of several possible countermeasures in just a few seconds.

"Rog." Jessica's voice was gentle and firm. "No matter what happens, remember, we are a family. We will face it together."

She didn't ask Roger why he did this because he was her son.

Jessica took a sip of red wine gracefully, without any panic on her face.

Under the guidance of Kreacher, the two visitors walked into the restaurant. The one walking in front was Percy Weasley, his steps were a little hurried and his expression was very serious.

Following closely behind was Barron Jonker, holding the magic carpet that Roger had given him.

When Barron saw Rogge, his eyes lit up. He walked quickly forward, almost trotting to Rogge: "Sir, your magic carpet." There was a hint of excitement and gratitude in his voice.

Jessica glanced at Percy and couldn't help feeling a little confused: Could it be that the Ministry of Magic hasn't received the report yet?

Although Percy was a clerk in the Minister's Office, it was often the job of the Aurors to notify wizards to go to the Ministry of Magic for questioning. Moreover, Roger was involved in a major case of accidentally killing a wizard.

Roger looked at Barron's eager eyes, shook his head slightly, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "I don't have the habit of taking back gifts."

Then he turned to Percy and asked with concern, "How is Barron's test results at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Sins? Are all the results normal?"

Percy immediately responded, "He is a little weak, but there is nothing wrong with his magic and body. Get more rest, and he will soon become a full of energy again."

He secretly hinted to Roger with his eyes that some topics were not suitable to be discussed in front of Barron.

Roger understood and said with a smile, "Barron, how about I take you to San Francisco later? Grandma Jonker has been waiting for you."

"Grandma?" Barron's tone became lighter. He opened his eyes wide and nodded quickly like a chicken pecking at rice. "She must be worried sick."

Roger patted Barron's shoulder gently and told Kreacher, "Kreacher, help him get ready."

Kreacher had served the Black family in the past, so he knew that his master wanted to discuss something important. He bowed respectfully and led Barron out of the restaurant.

When their footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor, Percy looked at Lady Jessica with a worried look on his face, as if he was considering how to start talking.

Finally, he took a deep breath and took out a report that smelled of ink from his sleeve.

"This is a report from Nymphadora Tonks, an Auror from the Department of Law Enforcement, to the Minister."

"Ha..." Jessica couldn't help laughing when she heard the name of the report writer. "It sounds like a water nymph with a sex addiction."

Percy's cheeks felt slightly hot. Many people in the Ministry of Magic had secretly discussed Tonks's slightly indecent name.

Nymphadora comes from the Greek word for water nymph, but the pronunciation of this name is similar to a female organ, so Tonks doesn't like people calling her Nymphadora, but calls her by her last name.

"I know her, Sirius' niece, a Transfiguration genius." Jessica elegantly placed the hand holding the fork on her chin and invited, "Mr. Weasley, don't be shy, please sit down and talk slowly."

"Thank you ma'am," Percy sat down awkwardly, his hands fiddling with the edge of his robes uncomfortably.

He raised his voice slightly: "About the report, there are some things...you may not know yet. She mentioned in the report...some very sensitive and important things." His eyes unconsciously drifted to Roger, who looked calm, as if listening to them discussing the changeable weather in London.

Jessica raised her lips in an arc that seemed like a smile: "Let me guess, does the report mention that my dear son Roger killed a survivor in this rescue operation?"

"You... you know..." Percy looked up suddenly and looked at Jessica in shock. He thought that Roger would keep this matter in his heart and dare not tell his family.

Feeling Jessica's sharp eyes, he sighed in his heart: "As expected of a witch who used to be a Death Eater, she has such an indifferent attitude towards death. Even though her son killed someone, she remained indifferent."

He placed the report on the table and said, "I have intercepted this report in advance. Minister Amelia has not seen Tonks' report yet."

"Thank you." Roger smiled and waved his wand, summoning the report with a flying spell. "Percy, you are always so thoughtful. No wonder you can become the president of the student union."

He opened it with great interest, and quickly scanned its contents:

"…during the Death Eaters' pursuit, the surviving wizards made unreasonable demands. They insisted on being given the Aurors' wands and even asked for half of the flying broomsticks."

"Roger Travis tried to appease him, but was insulted by a wizard. He immediately grabbed him out of the basket with his magic hands and finally threw the wizard from a high altitude."

"After clearing all the obstacles, I immediately controlled the flying broom and rushed down to save the person. However, I was a step too late and witnessed the person's head collide with the cold rock..."

"It's well written and fairly objective." Rogge chuckled and handed the report to his mother Jessica.

He turned to Percy, a meaningful glint in his eyes, "Percy, my old friend. I'm glad you remember me. Mind doing me a small favor?"

Percy's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had seen the long-lost sunshine. He intercepted the report privately just to wait for this moment.

Looking back on his graduation, it was the recommendation letter from the Travis family that allowed him to skip the layers of training as an ordinary clerk and directly become a clerk in the minister's office.

In terms of salary and status, he far surpassed his father Arthur, who had worked diligently for decades.

However, Percy had been stagnant as a clerk for too long and he was eager to make progress.

Looking around the office, he could see only two possible career paths: either becoming a minister's secretary or a consultant.

But the reality is cruel. Miss Percy helped Amelia become the minister. Unless she resigns voluntarily, Percy will have no chance to climb up.

"As for consultant..." Percy sneered in his heart, "The so-called consultant is just a fancy title. You can ask questions or not."

The power and status of the advisor depends entirely on the will of the Minister. However, the advisor can never become a powerful figure in the future of the Ministry of Magic.

"I need an opportunity." He took a deep breath, "an opportunity that will allow me to fly out of the golden cage of the minister's office."

His eyes fell on Roger, and he was thinking.

He had been collecting intelligence for the past few years. The Travis family had an incredibly close relationship with the Law Enforcement Department and the Finance Department.

Especially Roger's grandfather, who was once the director of the Law Enforcement Department. During the era when Grindelwald was rampant, he even fought against Dumbledore.

"Of course no problem, Mr. Roger." Percy smiled slightly flatteringly, with a hint of deliberate respect in his voice.

Roger and his mother exchanged a meaningful look. Just when Percy thought he was about to succeed, Roger suddenly handed Tonks' report back.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat, "Please give this report to Minister Amelia according to normal procedures."

"I would...what?!" Percy opened his eyes wide in surprise and couldn't help screaming.

He realized his mistake and added hastily: "No... I mean..."

His mind was a little confused for a moment, and his thoughts were as disorganized as if he had been cast under a confusion spell.

"Shouldn't the murder be covered up?" he couldn't help but ask.

Roger looked at him at a loss, and felt a little amused. Percy Weasley, couldn't he be so naive as to think he could threaten them with this?

"Mr. Percy." Roger's tone was still gentle. "As an excellent clerk, there is nothing wrong with screening information and arranging itineraries for the minister."

"But fairness and justice are the virtues that wizards must always uphold," he warned.

Percy felt his head was like a boiled prawn, red and steaming. He nodded mechanically like a puppet under the Imperius Curse, and hurriedly stuffed the report into the inside pocket of his robe.

"I...I understand. I'll go...find the minister right now." He stammered and rushed out of the room almost escaping.

Jessica slowly cut off a small piece of lamb chop and put it into her mouth. She chewed it carefully, as if she was savoring the funny scene of Percy's embarrassing escape: "Oh, the Weasley family is really interesting."

There was a strong sarcasm in her voice: "A family that doesn't value power has raised an ambitious person who is out of tune with them."

"Huh, is he too different, or do the Weasleys have bigger ambitions?"

She put down her knife and fork and continued, "As soon as the kid opened his mouth, he exuded a sour smell of self-righteousness. Did he think that intercepting a report would be of great help? Or did he want our Travis family to be grateful to him?"

Rogge shrugged and said casually: "The scenery you see is naturally different when you stand at different heights."

"He thought that killing wizards was an unforgivable crime and believed that I would be very panicked. But what is the reality?" He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and chuckled, "The magic world has many ways to get away with it."

Roger's eyes pierced through the crimson wine, and his thoughts gradually dispersed. No matter in the past life or this life, as long as the price is right, even the felony of assassinating the president can be escaped unscathed. Not to mention an unknown American wizard.

"It remains to be seen whether there will be an American wizarding world in the future," he murmured.

Jessica frowned slightly, with a hint of worry in her voice: “Although there are reasons for this, I’m afraid that some people will not let go.”

She tapped her fingers lightly on the table, as if calculating potential enemies: "The family has become much stronger in recent years, but it has inevitably offended many people. I don't know how many people will stand on our side this time."

"Yes, I am also looking forward to visiting the Wizengamot again."

The mother and son smiled at each other and raised their glasses in tacit understanding. The crystal glasses gently collided, making a crisp sound.

After a while, Kreacher walked into the restaurant with a refreshed Barron. The new clothes made the young man look a lot more energetic.

Barron bowed deeply to Roger and Jessica, his eyes full of gratitude: "Thank you."

"It's okay, Barron." Roger smiled gently, stood up from his seat, and adjusted his robe. "Let's go now. When we get to San Francisco, we might be able to catch Grandma Jonker's lunch."

"Ah?" Barron blinked in confusion and looked at the clock on the wall. "But, it's already eight o'clock in the evening."

"It's eight o'clock in the UK." Roger waved goodbye to his mother, then walked into the fireplace with Barron. "There's an eight-hour time difference between London and San Francisco. When we get there, it's still noon there."

He explained astronomy to Barron while sprinkling Floo powder. "The Shining Golem House, 32 Glass Lane, San Francisco."

(End of this chapter)