A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

The witch who asked the question couldn't help but raise her lips slightly when 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?"

Rogge looked at the other person with his eyes, his eyes were like torches. He keenly noticed that the witch cleverly avoided his motives and just tried to lead her to the answer she wanted through carefully designed questions.

Or more precisely, through these questions, Rogge said the answer she wanted everyone present to know.

"I have considered it." Rogge answered calmly, without any fluctuation in his voice, "Before I let go, other Aurors who were traveling with me tried to dissuade me and asked me to stay calm."

"Can you tell me who it was specifically?"

"Director Dawlish."

Hearing this answer, the witch's eyes widened slightly. She thought she had finally broken through Rogge's psychological defenses and made him take the initiative to 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 questions in depth.

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

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

Rogge nodded slowly and recalled carefully: "Mr. Brown was rude and insulted me and my mother. Considering the tense situation at the time, I dragged him into the air."

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

"Dawlish asked me to put him down. As for Tonks, she didn't rush out immediately."

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

"I'm telling the truth. She got excited after I threw Brown down. Before that, she had no reaction."

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

The other party bit hard, like a ferocious hound, trying to tear a piece of flesh and blood from Roger.

"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, "At tens of thousands of feet in the air, a wizard without a wand who has been tortured by Death Eaters for months was thrown down. Is this what you mean by 'let him go?' 'Agree to his request'?"

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

Rogge did not back down. His voice was surprisingly calm, but with a chilling frankness, "Yes, this is his request." He looked around, not avoiding anyone's gaze.

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

"Huh, 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, and after leaving Brown, Roger also prevented other Aurors from rescuing him. This is simply a disregard for human life!"

"Oh my God, it's completely the style of a dark wizard, 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 a war operation, and sometimes you have to make difficult decisions..."

"This is not a war at all! This is just a small rescue operation, just like a trip. In my opinion, Roger did this completely for Satisfy his own twisted psychology, and have a habit of torturing others. "

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

"Oh, it's just a momentary angry remark. Don't take it so seriously. Haven't you said similar things when you quarreled?"

"But Roger and his mother have been dependent on each other in Azkaban for more than ten years. This kind of insult is for him..."

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

...

The entire interrogation room fell into chaos, various opinions collided with each other, and emotions were fiercely intertwined. In this clamor, Roger sat there quietly, expressionless.

Although there were pure-blood wizards who tried to defend Roger, their voices were like isolated islands in the sea, and were soon drowned by the surging waves of opposition. This scene seemed to be a microcosm of the current magic world. The influence of pure-blood wizards is gradually being diluted, and their voices are 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 design.

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

Amelia's face was gloomy, and she slammed the gavel hard, trying to keep everyone quiet. She swept across the seats of the Magical Congress of the United States, her voice calm and majestic: "Next."

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

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

The British Ministry of Magic, which caused all this, will give in to them at the International Federation of Magic in the near future.

Amelia took a deep breath and turned her gaze to the seats of the International Federation of Magic. The president of the Federation slowly shook his head, expressing his 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 - not to seek the truth, but to achieve someone's preset goal.

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

"Hahaha……"

There was a loud roar of laughter from the crowd. The laughter was full of ridicule and malice, as if countless sharp arrows were shooting at Rogge who was sitting on the judgment chair below.

However, in the face of these ridicules and insults, Rogge behaved unusually calmly. He sat there quietly, looking straight ahead, as if he was not involved.

He allowed the people around him to discuss his "evil nature" and judge him as a psychologically twisted freak.

Amelia flipped through the documents in her hand nervously, her brows furrowed. She recalled that when the questioning began, she tried every means to help Rogge reverse the unfavorable situation. After all, Rogge did contest the accusations.

But unknowingly, the situation took a dramatic turn. Rogue's image in the minds of Wizengamot members has drastically changed, from a controversial wizard to a heinous criminal.

"Rogge..." Amelia raised her head and was about to say something when she saw Dumbledore raising his hand.

Although he has been deposed as Chief Magician and left the Wizengamot, his influence remains.

Just this simple action was enough to silence the entire interrogation room. The wizards around seemed to be affected by some kind of magic, and they 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 this emotion. "Mr. Dumbledore, as Rogue's principal, do you want to ask questions?"

Dumbledore nodded slightly and retracted his arm. His blue eyes looked directly at Rogge on the trial chair, with an elusive light shining in his eyes.

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

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

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

However, the respected old wizard just sighed softly and then fell into silence.

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

After waiting for a long time, she finally broke the silence: "Delix, Tonks and the goblin Belinrum will be attending in turn. Please ask questions in the order just now."

Representatives from the Magical Congress of the United States of America and the International Federation of Magical Federation immediately jumped at the opportunity. They eagerly asked questions, trying to fill in the emotional details and specific descriptions missing from the reports.

Every question is like a sharp scalpel, trying to deconstruct Rogge's inner world and behavioral motivations according to his own ideas.

"Rogge once said that he is the creditor of the survivors. Everyone owes him 200 Galleons for the ship ticket. These Galleons will eventually be paid to you. Your Majesty Belinrum, have you received it?"

Bellinrum rubbed his hands nervously. He looked at Roger, as if seeking some kind of confirmation. Under Rogge's subtle nod, Bellinrum slowly nodded in recognition.

"Oh? Roger once pointed out that our ancestors betrayed the British magical community? He respected our freedom of choice and only let Brown go..."

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

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

"Yes, and without mercy." The Wizengamot crowd was excited, and every detail revealed made them angrier.

They were like saints sitting in the clouds, gearing up and eagerly asking Amelia to start a formal trial and declare Roger guilty.

"Listen, there is another arithmetic question. How many seconds does it take to fall from a height of 4,000 feet?"

The wizards' crusade suddenly came, and everyone looked at each other in shock. They are just wizards, how can they solve such a difficult problem unless Brown is dropped from a height of 4,000 feet.

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

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

At this moment, a dazzling pink color suddenly appeared in the audience. Dolores Umbridge stood up, her pink robes particularly eye-catching in the solemn atmosphere of the Wizengamot.

She raised Li Qiaodan's hand high and shouted in her high-pitched voice: "Roger beat this classmate when he was in the first grade."

"What he did proves that Roger Travis is a wizard whose thoughts are full of pure-blood prejudice, who discriminates against outsiders, despises other people's lives, and kills innocent survivors."

Her voice became louder and louder, thinking that she was a member of the Wizengamot wearing 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 into deafening shouts: "Judgment! Judgment! Judgment!"

"Expelled! Expelled! Expelled..."

Amid the roar of the crowd, Rogge remained calm. However, at this moment, he heard a low whisper, as if it sounded directly in his mind: "Doesn't it feel good to be judged by a group of weak people? Rogge, as a strong man, you should join me and start anew with me. Build an ideal magical world.”

"Voldemort?" Rogge's mouth moved silently, feeling that someone was trying to pry into his memory. He immediately activated Occlumency, completely blocking the opponent.

His eyes became sharper, scanning everyone in the Wizengamot indifferently, and finally landed on Umbridge, who was wearing pink.

"Quiet, quiet!" Amelia had to bang her gavel hard and said in a majestic voice: "Roger, do you have anything to add or ask."

With a smile on his face, Rogge looked at his mother Jessica, telling her not to worry with his eyes. Then, he spoke slowly.

"In your eyes, I have committed the crime of murder and should be tried by law and expelled from school." His voice was not high, but it had a different kind of majesty that made people can't help but stop and listen to him, " You say I am callous and unsympathetic..."

He paused, as if reaching out and strangling the entire Wizengamot. The American wizards on the high platform smiled at each other, as if they had foreseen the scene of Rogge being thrown into prison.

"But this is an action creed!" 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 pretended kind tone: "Please pay attention to the wording, this is the Wizengamot, not your dirty Knockturn Alley or other places."

"You threw Mr. Brown out of the sky for swearing, but now? Hmm, please be polite, Travis..."

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

"What is the white wizard in your heart going to do? Dedicate everything you have to achieve success for others? Otherwise, put the other person into the dark wizard camp and deprive him of everything?"

"Gentlemen and ladies, in a life-and-death battle, some wizards fight and some flee. I lead the Aurors to face the Death Eaters directly, while the American Aurors are hiding on the west coast."

"When we started the elk mission, what were you doing? Stop the counterattack, lie down in a luxurious room, and prepare for the next round of peace with Voldemort with the insects from the International Federation of Magic."

Hearing the words "Voldemort" and "peace", the wizards on the high platform suddenly became restless. They exchanged looks of surprise and panic, obviously shocked by Rogge's words. How did the little wizard below know about such a secret operation?

The federation president tried to stop it and shouted: "That's enough!"

"I'll tell you what's enough!" Rogge straightened his back and stood up with a bang. Even though he was at his lowest point, his eyes seemed to be looking down at the stars.

He knocked on the table hard and said with a loud voice curse: "I don't know what kind of white wizard you want? Albus Dumbledore? Merlin? Or something else."

"But I tell you, to accommodate small evils is to burn righteousness and indulge in great evils!"

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

"What is the purpose of your questioning today? A human life, or is it to make the British magical community make concessions to you?" His eyes were so sharp and shining that no one from the United States Congress of Magic and the International Federation of Wizards dared to look at him.

"After losing the war, some people packaged themselves as heroes who regained lost territory. They worked together and used their pens as knives to treat the world like a cake."

The wizards on the high platform looked at each other, some were livid, while others looked panicked.

"Some people abandon wizards and Muggles who need protection and send them to Voldemort and Death Eaters to be tortured. While we are walking on the edge of death, they are enjoying Christmas at home."

"Some people contacted Voldemort privately and tried to cooperate to control the entire magical world."

His eyes swept across the wizard on the high platform. At this moment, he was the judge here.

Rogge's fist hit the table like a golden gavel, and the knocking sound echoed throughout the Wizengamot.

"I am the initiator of the Elk Mission and 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 and pointed at the wrinkled photo on James' desk. "Which Auror participating in the operation is not a child of his parents, and which one is not a 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 party's life to maintain order."

"Order!" He repeated, his voice as powerful as thunder, "When you destroy order with kindness, it means that kindness is regarded as the womb of sin and breeds demons!"

The wizards on the platform looked at each other, some were pale, and some lowered their heads, as if avoiding Roger's sharp eyes.

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

"Enough is enough!" His voice was deafening, and everyone's heart was shocked and slowed down.

The wizards of the Wizengamot fell into deep thought, and many people understood what Rogge did: using Brown's death to maintain the order of the team and let the Aurors devote themselves to the battle against the Death Eaters. This is the most correct way.

When the survivors protested and wanted to seize the wands and flying brooms from the Aurors, it meant that death must be used to maintain the majesty of order.

In Rogge's eyes, wooden warps must be corrected, and 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: "Huh, you are a fifth-year student, how can you guarantee the safety of Aurors?"

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

As he said this, he stretched his palm towards the sky. Countless fire elements began to condense, forming surging waves of fire, flowing along his fingers into his palm.

He was like the god of fire descending to the earth, holding a sea of ​​fire that spun like a hurricane. Suddenly, five waves of fire as thick as pythons swept out, reflecting the entire Wizengamot in red.

The wizards on the high 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.

Rogge's powerful magic and boundless flames reminded them of Dumbledore. But he was still so young.

At the same time, the phoenix egg in Rogge's arms made a cracking sound, like countless porcelain pieces breaking at the same time, crisp and pleasant.