A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 567 I Reject
Roger suspected that the old lady was driving, but he had no evidence.

Augusta and Dumbledore grew up in the same era and were even classmates at Hogwarts.

Perhaps in Gryffindor back then, Augusta also had a secret crush on Dumbledore.

However, fate always likes to play jokes.

The principal was still single when he graduated, and he didn't even choose a dance partner at the Christmas party.

Roger couldn't help but recall the gossip about the wizarding world that his mother Jessica had talked about.

"Have you heard of Weasley's great aunt Muriel Prewett?" Jessica covered her mouth and laughed, "She never married, just waiting for someone. But guess what, the other person has no worldly wishes at all."

"Dumbledore, it's the Midnight Demon." Roger muttered secretly.

He raised his hand, took the phoenix back, and introduced it: "Its name is Maria. I found it in Eastern Europe."

"Where's Neville? Isn't he here?"

Old Mrs. Longbottom shook her head heavily, worry evident in her voice, "I sent him to the Floo Network, but it seems something went wrong."

"like?"

"This Death Eater witch told me." She pointed to the corpse not far away, "Those pure-blood Death Eaters seem to be lying in ambush on the other side of the Floo Network."

"But that's impossible!" Old Lady Longbottom said firmly, "The Floo Network has always been under the monitoring of the Transportation Department. They can't know where Neville will arrive in advance."

Roger frowned and touched his nose unconsciously with his right hand: "Wait, don't you know what happened last night?"

"I know, the Ministry of Magic was attacked by the Dark Lord. But isn't it over?"

"Well, the actual situation is inconsistent with the Ministry of Magic's report. As you know, bureaucrats always need stability, and they always like to whitewash everything."

"Humph, that's why I asked Neville to leave your magic club." Mrs. Longbottom nodded in agreement, but she looked at Roger with a bit of disdain, "A magic club composed of only elite wizards is no different from the Ministry of Magic in London."

"You say that because the Longbottom family is part of the elite." Roger was stung by her words and couldn't help but refute, "Or you can look at the Order of the Phoenix organized by the principal. Without the support of the holy pure-blood family, it is a commander without troops."

"The wizarding world needs a group of trained wizards to govern it, and they happen to be in the Ministry of Magic. Forget it, I'm not here to argue with you about this." Roger looked at the old lady's unfriendly expression and chose to change the subject: "Last night, the Department of Mysteries was stolen by the Dark Lord. The entire Ministry of Magic was destroyed, and there were some accidents in the Department of Transportation."

"They are reorganizing the network and security is not guaranteed at all."

"Perhaps the other party doesn't care where you send Neville. As long as he steps into the fireplace, the Death Eaters will have a way to lead him into a carefully laid trap."

"This..." Old Mrs. Longbottom's face turned pale in an instant, and her trembling hands tightly grasped the wand, "I, I really hurt Neville?"

"But why did they arrest him? This doesn't make sense!"

"This..." Roger thought for a moment and did not tell the old lady the prophecy, "Maybe it's revenge from someone."

The old lady looked up suddenly and almost squeezed out a name from between her teeth: "Bellatrix?"

Her voice trembled with anger: "She is a pure-blood Death Eater, which is exactly what that witch said. Moreover, she once kidnapped my son...a crazy woman from the Black family!"

"In fact, Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom are also missing." He carefully observed the old lady's reaction, but found that she was confused: "You, don't you know?"

"They disappeared along with the Department of Mysteries last night. The headmaster was injured and is being treated at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Sins..."

"Hey!" Before Roger could finish his words, the air began to twist and old lady Longbottom disappeared in an instant.

"It's awesome to be able to Apparate. You can go wherever you want." He complained a few words and left the Longbottom family reluctantly.

As for Neville's fate, Roger could only say that he tried his best, but there was nothing he could do. In the future, perhaps he would have to wait for Voldemort's choice.

On the platform of King's Cross Station, students heading to Hogwarts were constantly coming in. Roger let Maria enter the castle crystal ball and turned to say goodbye to Jessica.

As soon as I entered the carriage, I heard Draco's loud voice. He was handing out professional Quidditch team badges with a smug smile on his face.

"Did you know?" he boasted, "I spent Christmas in southern Europe. The sunshine there is amazing. Look at my arms. I got them there."

Suddenly, Draco noticed Ron in the corridor and shouted, "Hey, why don't you go find your master?"

Ron's face flushed instantly, but before he could fight back, Draco continued to taunt him: "Did Harry Potter drop out of school?"

Draca was blocking the connection between the carriages and said sarcastically, "Poor Prefect Weasley, he has become a stray dog."

"Draco, don't you know? That man attacked the Ministry of Magic last night." Susan reminded hurriedly, "My aunt was busy at the Ministry of Magic all night last night, and now she is mobilizing all her forces to find Harry Potter."

Draco's expression froze instantly, and a hint of surprise and... (worry?) flashed in his eyes.
"Ah? What happened to him?" Draco asked hurriedly, as if he was worried about being misunderstood, and quickly added, "I mean, was Scarhead captured by the Dark Lord? Is he dead?"

"He wasn't captured." Roger put away his luggage and added, "The Dark Lord broadcast through the Dragon Crystal Mirror, asking Harry to take the initiative to find him. Didn't you notice that there was no professor accompanying him in the car this time?"

"Really?" Draco muttered to himself in frustration, as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on him. "Harry, that idiot, how could he fight against that person? He should have gone to the headmaster!"

"You are not allowed to talk about Harry like that!" Ron roared angrily. The two of them blocked the aisle and started arguing fiercely.

Susan and Roger looked at each other in silence.

Both of them knew that the wizarding world had temporarily lost its greatest support: Dumbledore.

Da da da……

Suddenly, there was a crisp knocking sound in the compartment. A beautiful owl was standing on the window sill, with a letter under its feet, and its amber eyes were looking at the people in the compartment.

Roger walked quickly to the window and let the owl fly in. He took down the envelope and found that the recipient was his name.

I opened the envelope and found only a simple postcard inside, which read: Little Hangleton Village.

Looking at the familiar handwriting, Roger put on his coat again: "Do I have to go out?"

"Now?" Daphne reminded hurriedly, "The train has closed its doors and will leave soon."

"It's okay, I can teleport." He smiled mysteriously and knocked on the castle crystal ball.

The next second, a fiery red phoenix appeared out of thin air in the carriage.

"Wow, it's the principal's Fox!" Many people exclaimed, and couldn't help but guess: "Is the principal in the car?"

Daphne opened her eyes wide, looking at the phoenix so close, surprised and happy. "Rogge, this..." "See you at Hogwarts." He smiled and waved his hand, grabbing Maria's feet. In the surprised eyes of everyone, he and the phoenix disappeared in the firelight.

The deserted village was buried in the snow. In the distance, on the hillside, a manor stood eerily, exuding an atmosphere of darkness and desolation.

Roger gripped his wand warily, curious as to why he was the only one there.

When he walked into the village, several black phantoms suddenly descended around him.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

After the phantom landed, it turned into wizards wearing black robes and masks. They surrounded Rogge silently, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

"So mysterious?" Roger showed a playful smile and tapped his wand lightly with his index finger: "Let me guess your identities."

"Bella, Barty Jr., Cedric..."

"Oh, my uncle Buck is not here. Tsk, tsk, did you kill him? What a pity." Roger's tone was still calm, but there was cold murderous intent hidden in his eyes. "Imitate his handwriting and trick me here. However, even if you cast an anti-Apparition spell, you can't catch me."

"Rogge, we want to talk to you." A deep voice came from the crowd of black robes.

Roger raised his eyebrows, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "Talk? Why don't I feel the atmosphere of a talk?"

“Normally, people don’t talk to a group of masked people.”

"This is for your own good." Another voice sounded, sounding sharper, "Once we take off the mask, you will become a traitor who colludes with the Death Eaters."

"Oh, that's a nice quibble. Tell me, what do you want to talk about?"

"Why don't you ask Buck?" the wizard at the right rear couldn't help asking.

Roger's mouth curled up into a smile, and he said Dumbledore's famous words in advance: "Death is just another great adventure."

The black-robed wizards looked at each other, and one of them shouted, "Buck, it seems that your nephew is braver than our master."

"I told you, Roger is a Slytherin and doesn't care whether I live or die." A familiar voice came from a distance.

Roger turned around and saw a masked man in a black robe carrying the unconscious Neville, walking towards him. Although he was wrapped tightly and his voice was disguised by the mask, he was still recognizable at a glance.

He exhaled, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "Is it interesting? Let's go, I still have to go to Hogwarts to study."

"Go to school?" Someone couldn't help but shout, "With your current level of magic, do you still need a professor, still need to study, and still need Hogwarts?"

"A true master always has the heart of an apprentice." There was a hint of Zen in Rogge's voice and wisdom in his eyes.

……

The Death Eaters fell silent. Some of them couldn't help but mutter, "I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone this shameless."

"But, this sounds like it makes sense..."

"Ahem!" Buck coughed a few times and threw Neville to his feet roughly. "Rogge, we need to cooperate and fight that man together."

"Then you should look for Dumbledore and Harry Potter, not me." He pointed his wand at Neville and asked tentatively, "Do you know his identity?"

"The other child in the prophecy." Bella took out a syringe from her pocket, a crazy light flashing in her eyes.

She licked her lips and threatened in a sick voice: "I can kill him now. If you help me, I can kill that bastard."

"Bastard... Tsk tsk, is it really okay to call your master like that?" Rogge couldn't help laughing. "When I approached you back then, you didn't believe me at all. Now, how come you've become even more radical than me?"

He looked around, his eyes sharp as a knife: "Since you know the prophecy, you should know that the Dark Lord can decide who his opponent is."

"Kill Neville, and you are qualified to decide the child of prophecy? You don't have the ability, you know?"

"Do you think the virus in your hand can kill him?"

Bella laughed wildly, "How do you know if you don't try?"

Buck saw that the two sides seemed to be about to clash, and hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade them: "Rogge, helping us is helping the purebloods."

"We cannot accept a bastard ruling the wizarding world, let alone Dumbledore and his idea of ​​equality for all."

He sighed, and continued, "If Neville is still in your Jackdaw Magic Society, we can support him instead. We are even willing to help him kill that man and help him become a new hero in the wizarding world."

"But..." Buck shook his head, with regret in his tone: "He left your magic club, didn't he?"

"The Longbottom family told him to choose Dumbledore," Little Barty couldn't help but continue, "He is Harry Potter's backup choice and another chess piece in Dumbledore's hand. The two of them inherited Dumbledore's ideas and there is no essential difference between them."

"That's right! So even though Neville is a pureblood, he is destined to follow a predetermined path."

"So, we only have one choice." Buck took a deep breath, and his tone became solemn and firm: "We will kill Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom, and we will also inject the virus into that person's body."

"Perhaps, it cannot kill the man, but at least it can cause him harm. Then it will be up to you, Roger Travis, to carry out the final execution!"

Buck suddenly made a surprising move.

He lifted his robe, knelt on one knee like a knight, and said in a sincere and pious voice: "We are willing to sacrifice our blood and lives to pave the way for your power."

"Because we believe that you will accomplish our ideal and bring the wizarding world back to the embrace of pure blood."

Other Death Eaters also knelt on one knee, including the always proud Bella and the fanatical Barty Jr. They lowered their heads, as if waiting for the monarch's response.

Rogge looked around at the group of pure-blood wizards kneeling on the ground, and he couldn't help feeling a little excited.

"I agree with your point of view, but I... refuse." Rogge's voice was calm and firm, and he decisively rejected their invitation.

The Death Eaters raised their heads, with confusion or anger in their eyes, and some even clenched their wands.

"Because your vision is too narrow." He looked at everyone and said softly: "You only see the conflict between pure-bloods and non-pure-bloods, but ignore the real needs."

"Anyone want to hear it?"

(End of this chapter)