A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 568 Unbreakable Vow
"Listen?" Bella's eyes were full of hesitation, and her tone was inevitably mixed with curiosity: "I want to know, what strange ideas do you have, a little guy who is always thinking about going back to Hogwarts? Come on, let me open my eyes."

"But before that, I need to tell you that there is more than one choice in the wizarding world. In my mind, the Malfoy family is more suitable than you."

"But they are not strong enough." Roger smiled faintly and began to talk: "Since the establishment of Hogwarts, or even dating back to earlier times, the British wizarding world has always guarded its own island and remained complacent."

"The territories outside the three islands are nothing more than barren lands in the eyes of the Ministry of Magic. Housing fugitives and prisoners may be their greatest use. What a narrow vision, isn't it?"

"But times have changed." As he spoke, he waved his wand, and a vivid world map appeared out of thin air between them.

"The tradition of pure-blood wizards is glorious, but it is too old-fashioned. Our territory is no longer sufficient to sustain this arrogance."

He shook his head and pointed to both sides of the English Channel: "Last century ago, the Ministry of Magic could work with the Dutch wizards to fight against Spain; unite with the Germans to oppose France, and then unite with France and Italy to fight against Germany..."

"We have always been the most powerful, whether we are wizards or bureaucrats in the Ministry of Magic. But the world is changing, and we must change too. Moreover, we have reached a point where we have to change!"

"Although you oppose Dumbledore, as long as he is alive, the British wizarding world will be the strongest. When he dies..." Several red lights shot out from Roger's wand, and the overseas territories on the map quickly changed color.

"Who can protect it, the Ministry of Magic, the Death Eaters, or the Order of the Phoenix? Our current friends may become our most determined enemies."

There was a hint of uneasiness in Bella's eyes, but she still maintained her arrogant attitude.

"You mean, American wizards? Their original strength was indeed quite good." Little Barty asked.

"Perhaps they are pretending to be our Tartar wizards." Another burly Death Eater sneered and added, "Those guys have always longed to own a piece of warm southern land. But they should stay near the Arctic Circle, which is the most suitable place for them."

"Don't forget, there are French wizards."

"French wizards?..." The confusion in his tone quickly turned into understanding, "Oh, yes! Those frogs have always been our opponents. Suspicious allies!"

"Yes, they must be very happy about this war! They must be laughing secretly when they see us killing each other."

Roger held his hands, signaling everyone to let him finish first: "Thank Merlin for blessing you all to realize who the more dangerous enemy is."

He looked around to make sure everyone was listening. "Let's take the last war as an example. On the surface, it was a battle between the Dark Lord and Dumbledore, a battle between light and darkness."

"But in reality, we are the ones who are hurt the most: the pure-blood family."

"We can lose to each other. This is a competition between purebloods. But we must not let others win. That would be a shame for us."

"That's right!" Bella nodded vigorously with a fanatical look in her eyes. "Although Sirius' tone and thoughts make me feel sick, at least he is still a pure-blood. He is a hundred times, no, a thousand times stronger than those half-blood wizards!"

Her voice became increasingly shrill. "Every time I smell the vile smell of mud on those people, I can't help but want to slowly kill them with the Cruciatus Curse. Watching them writhing in pain and listening to their screams, that feeling... Only death can keep magic pure."

"So, we should unite." Seeing everyone's face full of thought, Roger said loudly, "Unite and build a kingdom for wizards. A place where they can freely practice magic and no longer hide."

"A country of pure-blood wizards?"

Rogge shook his head and said nothing. He cut off the American continent on the map and enlarged it. "We can discuss this further, but there is one thing we can agree on."

His fingers gently traced the outline of the continent: "This continent will belong to magic. Wizards will no longer need to hide themselves and can walk openly in the sun."

"Hahaha! That's right, this is the ideal of a pure-blood wizard!" Bella nodded in agreement, a gratified expression on her face, "Back then, that man wanted to establish a kingdom for pure-bloods..."

"No, wizard's."

"Pure-blood!" A hint of anger flashed in Bella's eyes.

The two exchanged glances, neither willing to give in. There seemed to be invisible sparks flying in the air.

"Um..." Buck saw that the atmosphere was not right, and quickly spoke up to smooth things over, "No matter who owns it in the end, the first step is to eliminate the Muggles."

Bella sneered and slowly crossed her arms over her chest. Her eyes were still fixed on Roger, but her tone was slightly softer: "Roger, although your idea is very good and suits my taste."

"But in my opinion, it's too weak." She paced slowly, with a hint of contempt in her voice: "We are not exiles, not fugitives. We should realize the ideal of pure blood in the British wizarding world. Then, drive away all the extra Muggles and Mudbloods!"

"In the face of the power of the Ministry of Magic and the Statute of Secrecy, we should not back down. We should stand up and fight for pure blood!"

"Well, then go fight Dumbledore." Roger teased.

Bella's face turned dark and she said through gritted teeth, "Dumbledore is too powerful." Her tone was full of resentment and unwillingness.

"In that case, let's follow my plan. First of all, Mr. Dark Lord has used the snake-man virus to help us eliminate most of the Muggles. Just a little bit more..."

"I'll do it!" Little Barty licked his teeth excitedly, with a bloodthirsty light in his eyes. "Killing Muggles is what I love the most. Let me do it, I promise to make every Muggle taste the pain!"

"Wait, I didn't say I was going to do this." Roger shredded the map and straightened his clothes. "We are pure-blood wizards, the aristocracy among wizards. Don't you feel ashamed to attack Muggles?"

Little Batty was choked by Rogge's words, and the excitement on his face disappeared instantly.

He continued, "I believe Mr. Dark Lord can uphold our philosophy and help us build the foundation of our new home. Sometimes, better results can be achieved without having to do it yourself."

"According to our principles?" Buck repeated in a low voice. "You want to control him with the Imperius Curse?"

Everyone held their breath, marveling at Rogge's arrogance and audacity.

"No, no, no one can control the Dark Lord except his own madness." Roger said with a mysterious smile on his face, whispering, "I will not accept your allegiance, nor will I carry out the final execution. This is not the way I want."

"As for Neville..." His eyes suddenly became deep and his voice lowered.

If Bella was allowed to bring Neville to Voldemort, Neville's life and death would be unpredictable. But at the same time, this also gave Bella the opportunity to inject the virus.

"To save or not to save?" Rogge weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

He was uneasy about the idea that sometimes sacrifices had to be made for a greater good, but he knew that in this game, every move could make the difference between victory and defeat.

Roger closed his eyes and hesitated. After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes: "The child in the prophecy is always magical. Maybe he is the one who kills Voldemort in the end."

"Neville?" Bella's eyes showed obvious disdain. She almost laughed at him: "This stupid little wizard is not even worthy of carrying that man's shoes."

"Although you didn't agree to our request, we are glad that you can uphold the ideal of pure blood, even though it's not as pure as I imagined." She raised her wand and pointed it at Rogge, her tone serious and solemn: "But, Rogge."

"We must sign an unbreakable oath to prevent you from revealing our plan to that person, or anyone else. You know, we can't take that risk." "No way?" Roger touched his nose subconsciously, "Can I still cooperate with the Dark Lord? This idea is too ridiculous, I'm not that kind of person!"

"Oh, although it's hard to imagine, it's not impossible." Bella looked at him, obviously not trusting Roger's integrity: "As long as the price is right, you can trade anything. Didn't you sell him the method of hatching basilisks?"

"Miss Bella, you should trust my integrity."

"Integrity?" Bella sneered. "I don't remember Slytherin having this motto."

"In the world of Slytherin, only interests and power are eternal." She took out a memory ball from her pocket and tapped Neville's temple with her wand.

Then, he pulled out a flowing silver thread of memory, "In fact, this little guy heard everything we had just said."

She said, using Stun on Neville.

"If I hand it over to the Ministry of Magic or Dumbledore... hehehe." Bella showed her snow-white teeth, shining with a bitey light: "I want you to promise in your oath that in the future you will establish a territory that belongs only to pure-blood wizards."

Roger's face suddenly darkened, his eyes moving back and forth between Bella and the fallen Neville, his eyes filled with ferocity and anger.

His uncle Buck shrugged helplessly, completely unaware that Neville was faking his coma.

This was a trap set up for Roger from the beginning. Bella would not believe anything except the unbreakable oath.

"Are you calculating the distance between us now?" Bella smiled happily, "Are you thinking about how to kill me and take away this memory ball?"

"Would you like to try?" She licked her lips, her eyes full of provocation, "Let's see whether your spell is faster or my Apparition is faster. What if, by some chance, you win?"

Roger looked at Bella deeply, then slowly exhaled a breath of white steam.

"You don't have to test me anymore." He looked Bella straight in the eyes. "I promise to sign an unbreakable oath with you and keep your secret plan. However, I will not agree to any additional requests."

Bella understood what was going on when she heard this: "I knew it would be like this." Her eyes instantly became sharp: "But no!"

"Since you want to create a continent that belongs only to wizards, is it difficult to allow pure-bloods to have their own territory?"

Rogge shook his head slowly and sighed softly: "Alas, if your vision is an entire continent, or even the entire magical world."

"You will find that whether they are pure-blood or not, they are all wizards."

Bella fell silent after hearing what Roger said. Her eyes became deep, as if she was thinking about what Roger said. After a long while, she nodded slightly, and had to admit that Roger's point of view did make sense.

"Purity, this is my last bottom line, you know what I'm talking about." Her voice was firm.

"Okay! I agree to your terms." Rogge glanced at everyone, "However, you all have to sign an unbreakable oath. I don't trust anyone's integrity."

"After all, no one can guarantee that there isn't another Peter Pettigrew here."

When Bella heard this, a hint of appreciation flashed in her eyes.

"He is a cautious man. Then who will be the witness?" She asked curiously, "Your uncle Buck, or your classmate Cedric."

"Them?" Rogge paused, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, "Such a serious matter will cause their souls to suffer unimaginable torture. You can't put this punishment on them."

"Hahaha, this is the first time I hear someone express distrust in such a beautiful tone." She made a gesture, indicating that Rogge should make the choice.

"You!" Roger didn't look at anyone else, but raised his hand and pointed at Bella.

To be honest, he didn't trust anyone present, including Buck and Cedric. The former was closer in blood, but Roger knew that the greatest betrayal always came from the closest people.

He couldn't guarantee whether Buck would betray him in the future for profit or other reasons.

As for Cedric, Roger had not forgotten that he had concocted his downfall. Although he had objectively saved his life, human nature was subjective.

Once the other party becomes suspicious, or takes revenge out of jealousy...even if Roger believes in Little Barty, he will not be sure of Cedric at all.

If possible, he even wanted to get Neville to join in this unbreakable vow.

However, this is not possible.

Because the wizard who made the oath must agree to the content of the oath. Otherwise, the oath will collapse in the process of conclusion.

At this point, Roger could only hope that Bella really knocked Neville out.

Having Bella as a witness, although risky, is probably the safest option.

Although she is fanatical and unpredictable, her dedication to the idea of ​​pure blood has become a kind of protection. Even if Roger's actions violate her bottom line, Bella will not reveal her oath.

Her madness, which is full of classical style, is the most reliable witness.

There was a flash of surprise in Bella's eyes, and their gazes were like lightning, colliding in the air and producing fierce sparks.

"No problem!" Bella nodded, with admiration in her eyes. "Rogge, it's a pity that you and Tom are not from the same era. Otherwise, I would definitely fall hopelessly in love with you."

In her opinion, Roger Travis was like a slippery little fox. He looked proud and beautiful on the surface, but was actually cunning and despicable on the inside. She knew that if she wasn't careful, he would catch her and run away.

If I hadn't been well prepared and used Neville to trick Roger, I would never let him agree to my conditions so easily.

Rogge shuddered, his mouth curled down slightly, and he said to himself, "You are such a crazy woman, you should find an honest man to marry. Merlin, I can't bear your kind of 'love'."

Following Bella's instructions, everyone slowly half-knelt down and formed a perfect circle. In a counterclockwise order, everyone held the next person's right wrist tightly with their right hand.

This action symbolizes the unbreakable oath they are about to make, which will result in death if anyone attempts to violate it.

Bellatrix stood in the center of the circle, casting a shadow over everyone's heads. With a faint smile on her lips, she slowly raised her walnut wand.

The low and powerful spell echoed in my ears, and every syllable created ripples in the air.

(End of this chapter)