A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 558: Sky Sea of ​​Fire
The witch who asked the question could not help but raise her lips slightly as she heard the discussions around her. Her slender thumb gently stroked the yellowed parchment in her hand, as if she was caressing a close dwarf.

She took a deep breath and continued to ask questions, with a hint of imperceptible excitement in her voice: "When you made that decisive move, did you ever consider that you might be breaking the law?"

Roger stared at the other person with his eyes, his gaze was sharp. He was keenly aware that the witch cleverly avoided his motives and was only trying to elicit the answer she wanted through carefully designed questions.

Or rather, through these questions, Roger could tell the answers that she wanted everyone present to know.

"I've considered it." Roger replied calmly, without any fluctuation in his voice. "Before I let go, the other Aurors who were traveling with me tried to persuade me to stay calm."

"Can you tell me who it is specifically?"

"Director Dawlish."

Hearing this answer, the witch's eyes widened slightly. She thought she had finally broken through Roger's psychological defenses and made him voluntarily reveal the situation that was unfavorable to him.

She suddenly felt relieved and glanced at the clock on the wall. There were still three minutes left, enough for her to continue asking further questions.

"What exactly did he say? And how did you respond?" she asked, with a confident tone.

When she saw Roger fall silent, she immediately raised her voice and urged, "Sir, please don't delay time deliberately."

Roger nodded slowly and recalled carefully: "Mr. Brown was rude and insulted not only me but also my mother. Considering the tense situation at the time, I pulled him into the air."

The witch narrowed her eyes, as if she had smelled the scent of prey, "And then?"

"Dawlish told me to put him down. As for Tonks, she didn't rush out right away."

"Didn't rush out immediately? Mr. Roger, please don't use such vague terms."

"I told the truth. She became agitated only after I dropped Brown. Before that, she showed no reaction."

"Humph." The witch sneered, her eyes as sharp as a knife, "Then do you dare to repeat what you said at that time, word for word?"

The other party kept biting like a ferocious hound, trying to tear a piece of flesh from Rogge.

"I said, I don't accept his apology, but I agree to his request and let him go."

"Let him go?!" The witch's voice suddenly rose three octaves, almost turning into a scream. "From tens of thousands of feet in the air, you threw a wizard without a wand who had been tortured by Death Eaters for months. Is this what you call 'let him go?' 'Agree to his request'?"

The entire interrogation room fell into silence in an instant, and everyone's eyes were focused on Rogge, waiting for his response.

Roger did not back down. His voice was surprisingly calm, yet it carried a chilling honesty. "Yes, that's what he asked for." He looked around, not avoiding anyone's gaze.

"The request, I have never heard of such an outrageous request. This is simply unreasonable!"

"Humph, that's not what Tonks' report says. Page 3 says that Roger strangled Brown to death and forced him to make such a request."

"That's right. After abandoning Brown, Roger also prevented other Aurors from rescuing him. This is simply a disregard for human life!"

"Oh my god, this is exactly what a dark wizard does, so cruel. Roger could have just threatened him, there was no need to kill him."

"Sir, I think he did the right thing. This is an operation of war, and sometimes you have to make difficult decisions..."

"This isn't a war at all! It's just a small rescue operation, just like a trip. In my opinion, Roger did this just to satisfy his own twisted psychology and his habit of torturing others."

"Didn't you notice the other information in the report? Brown used extremely obscene and vicious words to humiliate Roger and his mother!"

"Oh, it was just a spur of the moment statement. Don't take it so seriously. Haven't you ever said something similar when you were arguing?"

"But Roger and his mother have lived together in Azkaban for more than ten years. This kind of insult is too much for him..."

"Azkaban? Haha!! I finally understand why Roger could do such a vicious and cruel thing. His soul was twisted by Azkaban and the Dementors! It all makes sense."

……

The entire interrogation room was in chaos, with various opinions colliding with each other and emotions intertwined fiercely. In this hustle and bustle, Rogge sat there quietly, with a blank expression on his face.

Although some pure-blood wizards tried to defend Roger, their voices were like isolated islands in the ocean, and were soon drowned by the surging tide of opposition. This scene seemed to be a microcosm of the current wizarding world, where the influence of pure-blood wizards was gradually diluted and their voices were getting weaker and weaker.

The witch who asked the question had a sly smile on her face, like a fox that had just caught its prey. She was keenly aware that the members of the Wizengamot had been completely enraged by Rogge's confession. This was exactly the result of her careful planning.

She turned gracefully to face Amelia, her red lips slightly parted, and her voice was filled with undisguised pride: "Madam Chief, I have finished my questions."

Amelia looked gloomy and banged the gavel hard, trying to keep everyone quiet. She swept across the seats of the Magical Congress of the United States of America and said in a calm and majestic voice: "Next."

The third-ranked American Auror shook his head slightly, with a confident smile on his face, "Madam Chief, we have finished asking questions."

The members of the Wizengamot whispered to each other, their eyes full of condemnation of Roger. They seemed to have reached some kind of silent consensus: Roger's behavior of killing Brown was undoubtedly guilty and needed further trial.

The British Ministry of Magic, which caused all this, will make concessions to them at the upcoming International Magical Confederation.

Amelia took a deep breath and turned her gaze to the seat of the International Magical Federation. The president of the Federation shook his head slowly, expressing with silence that they had no more questions.

Rogge's eyes were calm and firm, as if he had seen through the essence of this interrogation - it was not to seek the truth, but to achieve a goal preset by someone.

"Madam Chief, I think we should speed up. Our Mr. Roger hasn't eaten for three days. If we continue to question him, I'm worried that he will starve to death in a while."

"Hahaha……"

There was a loud and piercing laugh from the crowd. The laugh was full of ridicule and malice, like countless sharp arrows, all shot at Rogge who was sitting on the judge's chair below.

However, facing these ridicules and insults, Roger was unusually calm. He sat there quietly, looking straight ahead, as if he was not involved.

He allowed people around him to discuss his "evil nature" and describe him as a mentally twisted freak.

Amelia nervously flipped through the documents in her hands, frowning. She recalled that when the questioning began, she had tried every means to help Roger turn the unfavorable situation around. After all, Roger did refute the accusation.

But before they knew it, the situation had taken a dramatic turn. Roger's image in the eyes of the Wizengamot members took a sharp turn for the worse, from a controversial wizard to a heinous criminal.

"Rogge..." Amelia raised her head and was about to say something, but saw Dumbledore raised his hand.

Although he has been removed from his position as Chief Warlock and has left the Wizengamot, his influence remains.

This simple action alone was enough to silence the entire interrogation room. The wizards around seemed to be under some kind of magic, and they all stopped talking and shut their mouths. All eyes were focused on the white-haired old man, waiting for him to speak.

Amelia felt a little unhappy, but she quickly suppressed the emotion. "Mr. Dumbledore, as the headmaster of Roger, do you want to ask questions?"

Dumbledore nodded slightly and retracted his arm. His blue eyes stared directly at Roger on the judge's chair, with an elusive light flashing in his eyes.

His voice was gentle and calm, yet it carried a strange power: "If I give you another chance, Roger, will you let go?"

The entire interrogation room held its breath, and everyone's eyes were focused on Roger. Roger met Dumbledore's gaze without flinching, and his voice was firm and clear: "Yes."

This simple word, like a bombshell, caused a silent shock in the interrogation room. Everyone was waiting for Dumbledore's next reaction, expecting him to give some explanation or judgment.

However, the respected old wizard just sighed softly and fell silent.

A heavy silence enveloped the entire space, as if even the air had become sticky. Amelia felt that the atmosphere around her was like a muddy swamp, and every second became unusually long. She waited, hoping that someone would break this suffocating silence.

After enduring for a long time, she finally spoke to break the silence: "Dawlish, Tonks, and the fairy Bellingrum will appear in turn. Please ask questions in the order just now."

Representatives from MACUSA and the International Confederation of Magic jumped at the opportunity, peppering the report with questions and trying to fill in the emotional details and specific descriptions that were missing from the report.

Each question was like a sharp scalpel, attempting to deconstruct Rogge's inner world and motivations according to his own ideas. "Rogge once said that he was the creditor of the survivors, and everyone owed him 200 galleons for the boat ticket. These galleons will eventually be paid to you, Your Majesty Bellinrum, did you receive them?"

Bellingrum rubbed his hands nervously. He looked at Roger, as if seeking some kind of confirmation. At Roger's imperceptible nod, Bellingrum slowly nodded in acknowledgement.

"Oh? Roger once pointed out that our ancestors betrayed the British wizarding world? He respected our freedom of choice, so he let Brown go..."

"He used magic to stop you? No other Auror took action except you?"

"Merlin, this is definitely the beginning of tyranny! Arrogant and domineering, completely ignoring the majesty of the law."

"Yes, and without any sympathy." The Wizengamot was in an uproar, and every detail revealed made them angrier.

They were like saints sitting high in the clouds, rubbing their hands, and impatiently asking Amelia to start a formal trial and find Roger guilty.

"Listen, there is another arithmetic divination question. How many seconds does it take to fall from a height of 4 feet?"

The wizards' voices of condemnation suddenly came, and everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. They were just wizards, how could they solve such a difficult problem, unless they dropped Brown from a height of 4 feet.

"He doesn't care about the other person's life at all! The life of a dark-skinned wizard is also a life!"

When Roger heard this, he just glanced at the man coldly. His eyes were full of disdain, as if he was looking at a stupid donkey.

At this moment, a dazzling pink suddenly appeared in the audience. Dolores Umbridge stood up, and her pink robes stood out in the solemn atmosphere of the Wizengamot.

She raised Lee Jordan's hand high in the air and shouted in her shrill voice, "Rogge beat up this classmate in the first grade."

"His actions prove that Roger Travis is a wizard whose thoughts are full of pure-blood prejudice, who discriminates against outsiders, despises the lives of others, and kills innocent survivors."

Her voice became louder and louder, and she regarded herself as a member of the Wizengamot in purple robes: "I propose that the Wizengamot should immediately put him on trial and notify Hogwarts to expel him!"

These words were like a fire, instantly igniting the emotions of the wizards present. The entire interrogation room erupted in deafening shouts: "Trial! Trial! Trial!"

"Expel! Expel! Expel..."

Amid the shouting of the crowd, Rogge remained calm. However, at this moment, he heard a low whisper, as if it sounded directly in his mind: "It feels bad to be judged by a group of weaklings, right? Rogge, as a strong man, you should join me and rebuild the ideal magic world with me."

"Voldemort?" Roger's mouth moved silently, feeling that someone was trying to pry into his memory. He immediately activated the brain blockade to completely block the other party.

His eyes became sharper, and he glanced coldly at everyone in the Wizengamot, finally setting his gaze on Umbridge, who was wearing pink.

"Quiet, quiet!" Amelia had to slam the gavel and said in a dignified voice: "Rogge, do you have anything to add or ask?"

Roger smiled and looked at his mother Jessica, signaling her with his eyes not to worry. Then, he slowly spoke.

"In your eyes, I have committed murder and should be tried by law and expelled from school." His voice was not loud, but it had a special kind of majesty that made people stop and listen to him. "You said I was cold-blooded and heartless and had no sympathy..."

He paused, as if he had stretched out his hand to strangle the entire Wizengamot. The American wizards on the platform smiled knowingly, as if they had foreseen Roger being thrown into prison.

"But, this is the creed of action!" He glanced at the American wizards on his right and cursed: "This questioning is bullshit!"

Little James couldn't help laughing and reminded in a fake kind tone: "Please pay attention to your wording. This is the Wizengamot, not your dirty Knockturn Alley or anywhere else."

"You threw Mr. Brown off the sky for swearing, but now? Humph, please be polite, Travis..."

"Travis doesn't need it!" Roger's voice was like thunder, shocking the whole room, "I don't need the label of a white wizard created by others! White wizard, what exactly is that?"

"What should the white wizard in your heart do? Give up everything you have and help others succeed? Otherwise, push the other party into the dark wizard camp and deprive him of everything?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, in a life-and-death battle, some wizards fight, while others flee. I led the Aurors to face the Death Eaters, while the American Aurors hid on the West Coast."

"While we were on the Elk Mission, what were you doing? Stopping the counterattack, lying in some luxurious room, preparing the next round of peace with Voldemort with the International Confederation of Magical Insects."

Hearing the words "Voldemort" and "peace", the wizards on the platform suddenly became restless. They exchanged surprised and panicked looks, obviously shocked by Rogge's words. How did the little wizard below know about such a secret operation?
The president of the federation tried to stop it, shouting, “Enough!”

"I'll tell you what enough means!" Rogge straightened his back and stood up. Although he was at the lowest point, his eyes seemed to be overlooking the starry sky.

He pounded on the table and spoke in a booming voice: "I wonder what kind of white wizard you want? Albus Dumbledore? Merlin? Or someone else."

“But I tell you, to indulge in small evils is to burn justice and indulge in greater evils!”

"If you think I can't hurt Brown, then you'd better go to the East Coast and face the Death Eaters and Voldemort yourself! Instead of sitting here, wearing a purple robe that symbolizes power, pointing fingers at the executor of the task and treating him as a sinner."

"What is the purpose of your inquiry today? A human life, or to force the British wizarding community to make concessions to you?" His eyes were so sharp and shining that no wizard from the United States Ministry of Magic Congress or the International Federation dared to look him in the face.

"After losing the war, some people packaged themselves as heroes who recovered lost territory. They colluded with each other, using pens as knives and treating the world as a cake."

The wizards on the platform looked at each other, some had livid faces, while others looked panic-stricken.

"Some people abandoned the wizards and Muggles who needed protection and left them to be slaughtered by Voldemort and the Death Eaters. While we were walking on the edge of death, they were enjoying Christmas at home."

"Some people contacted Voldemort privately and tried to cooperate with him to control the entire wizarding world."

His eyes swept over the wizard on the podium. At this moment, he was the judge here.

Rogue's fist slammed down on the table like a golden gavel, the sound of the blow echoing throughout the Wizengamot.

"I am the initiator of the Elk Mission and also the executor of the mission. What I have to do is to set up anti-Apparition regional operations, rescue hostages in the heart of the Death Eaters, and ensure that all Aurors return home safely!"

"Father? Husband?" He sneered, pointing at the wrinkled photo on little James' desk, "Which Auror who participated in the operation is not the child of his parents, and which one is not the parent of his children?"

"Dumbledore asked me if I would let go if it happened again. What I want to say is that no matter how many times it happens, I will use the other person's life to maintain order."

"Order!" he repeated, his voice as powerful as thunder. "When you destroy order with kindness, it means that you use kindness as the womb of sin, giving birth to demons!"

The wizards on the platform looked at each other, some turned pale, and some lowered their heads, as if avoiding Rogge's sharp gaze.

"Of course I know the answers you want, and I also know the actions you want to see. Give your wand and flying broom to survivors like Brown, and then use your life and body to cover their escape."

"Enough is enough!" His voice was so deafening that everyone's heart skipped a beat.

The wizards of the Wizengamot fell into deep thought, and many of them understood what Rogge had done: using Brown's death to maintain order in the team and let the Aurors devote themselves to the battle against the Death Eaters, this was the most correct way.

When the survivors protested and tried to seize the wands and broomsticks from the Aurors, it meant that the dignity of order had to be maintained with death.

In Roger's eyes, minor crimes must be severely punished, otherwise he cannot guarantee that all Aurors can return home safely.

At this moment, Umbridge questioned in her sinister voice: "Humph, as a fifth-year student, how can you guarantee the safety of the Aurors?"

"Because I'm strong enough." Rogge's answer was brief and powerful.

As he said this, he stretched his palm toward the sky. Countless fire elements began to condense, forming a surging wave of fire that flowed along his fingers into his palm.

He was like the God of Fire descending to the earth, holding a sea of ​​fire that swirled like a hurricane. Suddenly, five waves of fire as thick as pythons swept out, illuminating the entire Wizengamot in a fiery red.

The wizards on the platform bent down in panic, looking at the surging waves of fire above their heads, their eyes full of fear. This scene completely overturned their perception of this young wizard.

Roger's powerful magic and boundless flames reminded them of Dumbledore, but he was still so young.

At the same time, there was a sound of shattering from the phoenix egg in Rogge's arms, like countless pieces of porcelain breaking at the same time, crisp and pleasant.

(End of this chapter)