A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 560 Voldemort's Little Game

As the gavel fell, the Wizengamot fell into an unprecedented silence. Suddenly, a clear and firm voice broke the silence.

"I'm proud of you, Roger!" Jessica stood up first, tears flashing in her eyes, and clapping her hands excitedly. This sound seemed to be a signal, instantly igniting the atmosphere of the entire hall.

Following closely behind, Lucius of the Malfoy family stood up gracefully, his signature platinum hair shining in the light.

"This is the perseverance of the pure-bloods!" There was a hint of pride in his deep voice.

The pure-blood wizards stood up one after another, and applause surged like a tide. In their eyes, Rogge's victory belonged not only to himself, but also to all pure-blood families.

However, members of the Wizengamot had a very different interpretation.

In their eyes, Roger defended the dignity of the entire British wizarding world. He not only defeated the American Magical Congress, but also exposed their cowardly nature.

As the discussion heated up, the applause became more enthusiastic. The Aurors in the audience were so excited that they could hardly control themselves and cheered one after another.

"Rogge! Rogge!" They shouted in unison, their faces filled with genuine joy. They liked Rogge from the bottom of their hearts, and liked this powerful, lawful, and caring wizard.

What they dare not do, Roger dares to do; what they dare not deal with, Roger dares to deal with; what they dare not question, Roger dares to do!

Roger stood in the center with a determined look. He looked around and saw the admiration and trust in the eyes of the Aurors.

He remembered his promise to his teammates and what happened in the virus lab... He fulfilled his promise and won respect in this trial.

Integrity, perseverance, and courage, these qualities shine brightly in Roger. Unconsciously, he is becoming a role model and symbol in the hearts of every Auror.

Little James and the others gnashed their teeth and glanced at Roger who had won the victory. They couldn't understand why the other party could escape unscathed despite having made all the preparations.

"Wizengamot!" The group of people roared fiercely in their hearts, "When we take back the East Coast, the subpoena from Congress will make you regret your decision today! Death penalty, he must be sentenced to death and sunk into the mercury pool in the death chamber!"

Just as the American wizards were about to leave, Roger suddenly raised his hand, instantly attracting everyone's attention. The noise in the hall receded like a tide, and all eyes were focused on him.

"Everyone," Rogge's voice was steady and powerful, echoing in the silent hall, "During the trial, I noticed something unusual. Someone whispered in my ear, and even more disturbing was that the other party tried to use Legilimency to probe my brain."

"Rogge, are you sure?" Amelia's face was solemn and her sharp eyes swept across the audience.

Legilimency is not classified as a dark magic for various reasons, but its blatant use in the Wizengamot is undoubtedly a blatant contempt for the authority of the Ministry of Magic and the Wizengamot.

She turned her head suddenly, and her eyes pierced Little James like lightning. The questioning and scrutiny in her eyes made Little James shudder.

Feeling the unfriendly looks from those around him, little James turned pale.

"Don't talk nonsense!" he shouted, his voice a little sharp due to nervousness. "I swear to Merlin, I never used Legilimency on Mr. Roger."

"If you don't believe me, you can use the Flashback Spell to check..."

"Not Mr. James Jr." Roger shook his head slightly, interrupting his defense.

He glanced at Dumbledore and continued, "I suspect that an uninvited guest has sneaked in."

"Who?"

"Voldemort." His tone was calm, but every word carried a thousand pounds of weight.

People's hearts suddenly tightened, an unknown chill swept through their bodies, and the blood in their bodies solidified.

In panic, wizards took out their wands and looked around vigilantly, as if the Dark Lord would jump out from a corner at any time.

"Albus?" Amelia looked at the old wizard and asked carefully: "Did you notice it?"

Dumbledore nodded slowly, and his steps across the aisle were steady and powerful, giving people an inexplicable sense of security.

When he reached the center of the room, his blue eyes carefully examined every corner of the Wizengamot.

"He is here," Dumbledore said with certainty, a hint of worry in his voice. "Voldemort used dark magic to turn a wizard into his puppet."

"Doll? Like the mannequins in the window?"

"That's right." Dumbledore thought and explained, "When a wizard opens his soul to him, his body will be completely controlled by him."

"Voldemort is like a puppeteer hidden behind the scenes. He can see and hear everything in the outside world through the puppets, and he can also use the puppets' bodies to speak and cast magic."

As Dumbledore explained, the entire Wizengamot fell into a suffocating silence.

Everyone looked at their companions warily, wondering if they were the controlled "dolls". Fear was like an invisible net, covering the entire hall, weighing heavily on the heart.

"So~Mr. Albus, is he still here?" Little James' voice was trembling, full of wavy lines like the bleating of a sheep, "He didn't come in person, right?"

"Is there any difference?" Rogge's wand flashed dangerously, ready to release powerful magic at any time.

The phoenix standing on his shoulder sensed his intention, spread its wings alertly, and observed everything around it.

"Whether it's the person or the doll, the threat is the same."

Dumbledore was very conflicted, and a hint of imperceptible worry flashed in his blue eyes. He turned around and whispered a few words to the members of the Order of the Phoenix, his voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Immediately, the Longbottoms, Kingsley, Sirius and the others rushed out of the Wizengamot and ran towards the upper floors of the Ministry.

"Albus?" Amelia took a deep breath and clenched her hands into fists. "You know why he came here, right?"

"He is looking for something." Dumbledore met her gaze and expressed his concerns: "If Voldemort uses the doll to contain us, I will take the opportunity to enter the Ministry of Magic to look for ..."

He shook his head and didn't say the "prophecy ball".

"What is he looking for?"

"I can't say that." Dumbledore refused decisively, and then asked a seemingly unrelated question: "I want to know, who proposed to hold this inquiry?"

Roger caught the deep meaning in Dumbledore's words, "Headmaster, do you suspect there is more than one puppet wizard here?"

"It's the last night of the holiday, and the Ministry of Magic's defenses are empty. If the remaining wizards come to the Wizengamot to watch the fun, the other floors of the Ministry of Magic will become vulnerable."

"That is to say, the person who initiated the inquiry was most likely instructed by Voldemort."

Amelia thought for a moment, turned to look at the American wizard and said, "This inquiry was proposed by Mr. James Jr." "It wasn't me, it really wasn't me!" Little James' voice was as sharp as a cat whose tail was stepped on. He raised his hands in panic, "Our Auror asked me to do this. Mr. Albus, if you don't believe me, you can ask someone else."

Dumbledore glanced over them and shook his head slightly, finding no trace of dark magic.

"Do you have any suspects?" He turned to Roger.

"Ms. Umbridge, and Lee Jordan beside her." Roger raised his wrist and pointed his wand at the two people sitting together in the audience.

Instantly, the wizards around the two men fled in panic as if they had seen a Dementor. There was an indescribable fear in the air, as if they were emitting some ominous aura.

"Are you crazy? How could I possibly surrender to the Dark Lord?" Umbridge screamed, shouting in a pretentious girlish voice: "Mr. Albus, he is taking the opportunity to retaliate against me. Revenge for my previous doubts about him."

"Dolores, why are you here tonight? Shouldn't you be at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Sins?"

Umbridge was stunned when she heard the minister's voice. Her eyes became confused and she murmured, "Yes, I was on duty at the hospital. Arthur from the biological injury department was crying and saying that his wound hurt, so I asked him to be quiet or I would sew up his mouth. Then, what happened?"

Her voice became quieter and quieter until it was almost a whisper. She felt as if she had lost her memory, and the entire journey from the magical hospital to the Wizengamot had disappeared.

However, there was a voice that kept telling herself: Umbridge, you are the most beautiful and intelligent witch in the world, you should not bury your talents in the hospital. You deserve a better position and should become a member of the Wizengamot.

"Wizengamot, Wizengamot..." She screamed suddenly, her voice sharp enough to pierce the eardrums, "I want to come to the Wizengamot, so I came."

The entire hall fell into an eerie silence. Everyone's expression seemed to be cast under a petrifying spell, frozen in shock and disbelief.

"Uh..." Everyone looked at each other, their expressions as awkward as if they had swallowed a whole toad, "What a weird reason."

Roger keenly discovered the problem and asked quickly: "You mean, you ran from the hospital without knowing the questioning."

"That's right." Umbridge's flabby face was full of pride. "It turns out that I have a keen intuition. I participated in this questioning without any information. The Wizengamot needs wizards like me, wizards who are sensitive, empathetic, and dare to question!"

Roger silently labeled Umbridge with three labels in his mind: ordinary, confident, and old fairy. The other party's ridiculous confidence almost made him laugh out loud.

Just then, Dumbledore called out, "Lee Jordan..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a creepy laugh. Lee Jordan's voice was like a cold snake's letter, echoing throughout the Wizengamot: "Professor Dumbledore, you have discovered me, but what are you going to do?"

"Dark Lord!" This name exploded in the Wizengamot like a thunder.

When the rumors became reality, most wizards lost their courage. Their wands trembled like dogtails in the wind, without any deterrent effect.

Most of the wizards hid behind Dumbledore, but some stood beside Roger or Amelia.

Umbridge fell heavily to the ground as if struck down by an invisible force, and she looked at Lee Jordan with pure horror, as if she had seen her worst nightmare come true.

"I originally wanted to use Arthur to come to the Ministry of Magic tonight. But I didn't expect to find these two idiots." There was a hint of contempt in Lee Jordan's voice.

"Idiot?" This sentence seemed to ignite the extreme point in Umbridge's body. She pounced on Lee Jordan like a mad cat, "Go to hell."

Avada is eating a big melon!

Instantly, a blinding green light flashed, illuminating the entire Wizengamot Hall. The distance between the two was so close that Dumbledore had no time to stop them.

Umbridge was blown away like a broken doll, her body drew a terrible arc in the air, and finally fell heavily to the ground with a thud.

Everyone held their breath and watched Umbridge's face turn pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her eyes, which were once full of self-confidence, lost all their luster and turned into a dead gray.

Li Jordan was still sitting there, as if he had just crushed an ant. He said in a leisurely tone: "The second idiot was dumped by a witch named Angelina, and he thought it was because of Roger..."

"Hey, don't talk nonsense." Roger corrected seriously, "I am very loyal, don't spread dirty rumors!"

"Okay. When I told him that I could bring ruin to your reputation, he immediately opened his soul to me. Roger, why do I feel that you are more hated by everyone than me?" He waved his wand again, and a killing curse flew towards the crowd, "This is not good! Everyone should hate me!"

However, Dumbledore's reaction was as fast as lightning. His spell collided with the deadly green light in mid-air and perfectly blocked the Unforgivable Curse.

"The Elder Wand?" Roger whispered to himself, staring at the wand in the headmaster's hand.

The elderberry stick was wrapped in plate-like vines, with no signs of being broken.

A strange smile appeared on the face of the puppet controlled by Voldemort. He did not continue to consume magic power to fight against the Elder Wand, but raised the wand and let Dumbledore's spell kill him.

Seeing that the spell was about to hit the innocent Lee Jordan, Dumbledore swung his wrist violently. The magic beam flew past Lee Jordan's clothes, leaving a burning mark in the air.

“Tsk, Professor Dumbledore, you are still so beloved. Even to me, you are full of love.” Voldemort clapped his hands, his tone cunning and full of pleasure: “If it were Roger, he would definitely kill this doll. Tsk, tsk, what a pity…”

"You almost ended the Dark Lord's life and brought peace to the world. But..." He put down his wand and made a harmless gesture, "Ladies and gentlemen, let's play a game."

"I will not take any more action. You can vote whether to kill me or not. If you want to be the executor, anyone can do it."

"After all, according to the results of your questioning, sacrificing me to eliminate Voldemort is honorable and sacred, and I do not need to accept any punishment."

As soon as the words fell, a blinding light shot out from the platform. Amelia's wand tip sprayed out a powerful disintegration spell, and her eyes burned with the flames of revenge, as if she wanted to pour all her pain and anger into this blow.

Swoosh, swoosh, the two spells arrived almost at the same time, turning Amelia's spell into a ball of bright sparks.

All eyes turned to the source of the two spells - Dumbledore and Roger.

"Oh? Roger, you want to save me too? This is so unexpected." Lee Jordan, who was controlled by Voldemort, laughed morbidly. He pointed at his nose and said, "According to the logic of the Elk Mission, shouldn't you kill me? Saving me means denying your own actions and the decision of the Wizengamot. Are you sure?"

"Use your pig brain filled with gutter oil. The logic behind the two is completely different." Rogge's tone was full of contempt, as if he was talking to a creature with low intelligence. "Brown's behavior will have serious consequences. I can only take the most effective way to maintain order."

“But what’s different now?” Voldemort asked quickly, with a hint of teasing in his voice.

"Very different. Li Qiaodan may be dissatisfied with me, but my fists have long made him understand that he should keep his opinions to himself. You control his body, and you are executing your own will, not his."

"I don't believe that this guy who always fails can raise his hand to cast the Killing Curse." He glanced at Umbridge's body and mourned in his heart: "Your story ended before it even began. It can be regarded as a kind of death before the mission is accomplished."

"Besides, here we have the world's greatest white wizard, Albus Dumbledore, Minister of Magic Amelia, and a group of Wizengamot members. Killing an innocent puppet like Lee Jordan is something only cowards and wimps would do."

"What we really want to do is to pull you out of the sewer or rat hole. We will use the most cruel punishment to cleanse your sins."

"Voldemort, give up. Your fear can't defeat anyone." Roger's voice was like rolling thunder, echoing throughout the Wizengamot.

(End of this chapter)