A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Alyosha, we can't rush in directly." Semyon calmed down and took his brother's hand.

He had lived under the Ministry's radar for many years and had become more cautious as a result. Thinking of his newly born son, Xie Miao hoped that his brother would think more about it.

"Okay, I'll contact the other wizards and hope they don't sell me to the Ministry of Magic."

Regarding Alexander's words, Semyon laughed: "Sold to the Ministry of Magic? The Ministry of Magic doesn't even know who to sell itself to."

"Roger, do you need some beetroot soup?" Xie Miao asked

"Of course!" Rogge smiled and nodded. He was very interested in Moscow today and asked Semyon about the living conditions of Muggles.

"It's miserable." Semyon shook his head. "The Muggles are implementing a difficult economic reform. Although I don't know the specific measures, they are now so poor that they can't even afford bread."

"Although we had to queue up in the past, at least we wouldn't go hungry." Xie Miao couldn't help complaining.

"Roger, why are you interested in Muggles?"

"Just to understand the situation." Rogge smiled and then brought the topic to the library: "Uncle Semyon, do you know where the largest library is?"

"The largest one is in St. Petersburg." Semyon thought for a while, "but there is a comparable one in Moscow, at No. 3 Vozdezhensky Street."

"I heard from drinking Muggles that their government can't even pay wages. I think the library should be closed."

"The Hearthfire Tavern still accepts Muggles?" Rogge asked curiously.

"There is no way, the tavern can't be opened if it only entertains wizards." Xie Miao shook his head, "It's a pity that it's too difficult for Muggles, let alone wine and even potatoes."

"There are always people who can afford red wine, and there are always people who can afford caviar." Rogge smiled. The protagonists of this feast were still themselves.

The night in Moscow was quiet, and the Muggle military police patrolling the streets were only stationed at a few alleys. Alexander came back in the middle of the night and borrowed all the remaining galleons. Xie Miao also went with him, saying he was meeting an underground wizard organization.

Bored Rogge cast a disillusionment spell and wandered around Moscow with Bubbles.

The red flag that once fluttered in the splendid Kremlin has fallen and been replaced by the tricolor flag. It doesn’t matter what the flag originally meant, it now carries a new connotation.

White represents the restoration of tsarism, blue represents devotion to democracy and freedom. As for red, it has been pushed to the bottom. Moscow only wanted the Soviet sphere of influence, not the Soviet ideals and institutions.

Rogge shrugged. They chose the road themselves, and they had to finish it on their knees with gritted teeth.

The Lenin Library is located in the center of Moscow, not far from Red Square and the State Historical Museum.

The entire library is built with a large amount of stone, and the porch is supported by square stone columns. There is a hammer and sickle on the top of the column, but no one cares about its significance. Walking through the ornately decorated curved main entrance, there are various reliefs carved on the stone walls on both sides.

"Open the Alaho Cave." Rogge waved his wand, and the lock on the door opened.

In the silent library, the old administrator was sleeping and didn't even notice anyone coming in. Roger walked through rows of bookshelves in the faint moonlight.

The towering bookshelves are like giant trees in a primeval forest, with endless books neatly arranged. There are nearly 30 million original books, manuscripts, and documents collected here, including some precious Chinese classics.

Rogge suddenly laughed. Barbarians robbed other people's books just to smear a layer of "civilization" on their faces. But if the enemy can go, I can go too. I am a barbarian.

Unfortunately, the traceless expansion pack is too small, and the books that can be taken away are only a drop in the ocean compared to the library's collection.

"Let's go, Bubbles. Let's rent a big warehouse that can at least hold so many books." Rogge said to Bubbles.

The warehouses in the suburbs were empty, not even a mouse. The administrator was so excited when he learned that someone was willing to rent in US dollars. Today's rubles are priced at the same price every day. The money that could buy bread yesterday can only buy potatoes today. He only paid $500 to get the right to use the warehouse for one year.

"Um, robbery?" Rogge glanced back warily and saw four bald young men wearing Adidas sweatshirts following him.

Nowadays, the city is in turmoil, and four gangsters wander around the suburbs, eyeing children with unusual clothes. These people deliberately pretended to be careless and fell behind Rogge like hungry wolves.

It was still cold in the suburbs at night, and Rogge couldn't help but laugh at their lame disguise. But one of them had his hands bulging in his sweatshirt pockets, holding an unknown weapon.

"Ah, I met a gangster when I first came to Moscow. Am I unlucky, or are you unlucky?" Rogge thought to himself, waving his wand lightly and disappearing into thin air in the eyes of several people.

"Sukabulet, where is the person?"

"Look for it quickly! This kid has a lot of money on him. I saw him giving Vanya several dollars."

...The four gangsters looked around in panic, but there was no sign of Rogge. Their hearts trembled, maybe they saw a ghost.

"Are you looking for me?" A voice suddenly came from behind a few people. They were startled and took out their weapons in a panic.

Most of them were daggers, but the guy with the tattoo on his face pulled out a shiny black pistol.

"Expelliarmus!" Facing the muzzle of the gun, Rogge was a little worried and directly used a magic spell to knock away their weapons.

"Ghost..." The four people shouted and dispersed.

Rogge had no intention of letting go of the people who were escaping, and sent out several fainting calls in succession. But the guy with the tattooed face actually blocked the attack of the curse and disappeared into the night.

"Strange, how can Muggles resist the curse?" Rogge looked at the fainted people and regretted that he would not forget everything.

He was kind-hearted and reluctant to harm them with magic spells, so he could only give them to General Dong. Faced with these scumbags who attack children, maybe the kind-hearted General Dong will give the gangsters a wide berth.

In the dark and complicated alleys of Moscow, Igor walked quickly and in panic, as if there were man-eating beasts hiding in the dark corners. He knocked on the door deep in the street. The people inside opened the small window and saw that it was the boss's nephew. They opened the door crack and let him in.

There were several burly men sitting in the warm room. They were watching the cartoon Woody Woodpecker, and there were a bunch of guns next to them. Igor rushed to the second floor, where his uncle Victor was inspecting the newly acquired gold bars.

"Uncle, I provoked the wizard..." Igor swallowed when he saw the gold on the table, his eyes shining with greed.

"Wizard? Where did you meet him?" Victor put the gold into the box and locked it in the safe.

"It was a child in the suburbs. Iha and the others lured him away." Igor lied, guilty to cover up the fact that he abandoned his companions and ran away.

"Oh, it's just a little wizard, it's okay." Victor patted Igor on the shoulder and handed him a glass of wine.

"They have nothing to fear. If they don't pay attention and shoot their heads off, they will definitely be killed. Igor, don't run around now. Moscow has changed."

"Well, I understand."

Rogge, who was hiding aside, noticed that Igor kept touching his collar while talking. It seemed that the object that could resist the curse was there.

"Go and rest." Victor watched Igor leave the room, his eyes full of doting. He was always too doting on his son whom he could not recognize.

"It seems that these guys have killed wizards." Rogge narrowed his eyes and knocked Victor unconscious.

Wizards are not always invincible against Muggles. A wizard will also die if a fatal injury is done to their head or heart.

He opened the safe with the Alajo Opener and sure enough found some Galleons and Sickles inside. Under a thick pile of bills, there was also a blood-stained alchemy note. One can imagine the tragic end of the original owner.