A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Oh, then why didn't he come to save you? You're a bastard." Rogge cursed.

"I...the master must be gathering strength. When he comes back, he will definitely be able to rescue me. Those damn half-bloods and Muggles..." Buck became more and more hysterical as he spoke.

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"Actually, I just met him not long ago." Rogge said suddenly, and Buck was stunned for a moment.

"He? Who is it?" He stared at Rogge in disbelief, and his words seemed to bring the goddess in his dream to his eyes.

But how old was Rogge, how could he have seen his master? No, he said he saw it this year!

"Who else could it be? That ugly guy without a nose. I have to say that he was tricked by Dumbledore again. It's a pity that I didn't bring a camera with me at the time, otherwise I could show you how embarrassed he was."

"Our savior, the Boy-Who-Lived, drove him away with just his hands. Your master is getting more and more useless, and he doesn't even bother to take out his wand." Rogge shook his head with disappointment on his face, his tone full of disappointment. Full of contempt.

"You...impossible, are you lying to me, right? Are you lying to me?" Buck was very frightened and couldn't believe that Voldemort was defeated by that boy again.

"You won't shed tears until you see the coffin. Since you miss your master so much, let me hear his voice with your own ears." Rogge took out a black card and inserted it into his onomatopoeic mouth.

"Roger, which side will you stand on?" The onomatopoeic mouth imitated Voldemort's voice vividly. When Buck heard this, he quickly fell to the ground with tears streaming down his face.

"Master, it's the master's voice..." Buck choked with sobs, as if he was about to choke.

"Buck, you have really brought embarrassment to the family. Don't you feel ashamed to be a subordinate of such a thing?" Rogge slammed the cell door, startling Buck.

"What do you know? He is our pure-blooded hope. Only the master can purify the entire magical world." Buck instantly transformed into a fanatical believer, offering his most ardent loyalty to Voldemort.

"Oh, so you follow him because of his pure-blood philosophy? But do you know that Voldemort himself is a mixed-blood?"

"No...impossible, you, you lied to me...yes, you must be lying to me!" Buck stuttered, his face turning pale.

"Why are you lying to me? That's the truth." Rogge had a contemptuous smile on his face, like a cruel butcher dissecting the truth to Buck.

"His mother is a witch of the Gaunt family, but she happened to fall in love with a wealthy Muggle businessman. Did he never say his full name? I happen to know it!"

Buck's legs trembled and he fell to the ground. He couldn't believe what Rogge said, but Rogge's words pierced his heart like a sharp knife.

"His original name is Tom, Tom Marvolo Riddle. You have stayed in Azkaban for so many years, have you forgotten the basic spelling? Think about it with your narrow mind!"

"me……"

"Dear Uncle Buck, do you want me to spell it for you? Face it, the Voldemort you follow is a half-blood wizard. Riddle, is there such a pure-blood family in the wizarding world?"

"He is a freak. What you are following is not a pure-blooded hope, but a psychopath, a paranoid, and a terrorist. Stay with such a person, and your unintelligent head will be hollowed out!"

"Buck, touch your conscience and ask, if you still have a conscience. Because of your wrong choices, your family's property was completely taken away by the Ministry of Magic.

The ancestral home was completely in ruins, and the portraits of Grandma Anne and Grandpa Toquil fell to the ground without anyone to help them. Just a few decades ago, even when Grindelwald was active in the wizarding world, our family had never been this miserable. "

"Now you have the nerve to take the family treasury? Do you really think I am doing it for the money in it? Wake up, the money my mother and I make in a year can rebuild the entire manor."

"I came to save you because of Trevis's surname. But judging from your appearance, forget it. It's hopeless!" Rogge shook his head and picked up the disk, and the cell immediately returned to its original state.

Buck got off to a bad start, and Rogge thought of the even crazier Bella, and became even less hopeful. But you come here, and it doesn’t cost anything to chat.

Honestly, the Black family is so interesting. Bella, Sirius...the whole family is killing each other. I wonder if there are too many incest marriages. Everyone is very extreme.

"If I remember correctly, Sirius has been expelled from the Black family. Does he deserve to inherit the inheritance?" Rogge looked at the cells around him, and the black dog who was wrongly accused was in one of them.

"Don't worry, we will meet." Looking at the remodeled cell, Roger was curious about how Sirius escaped.

"Hello, Mrs. Lestrange." Rogge took a deep breath, adjusted his expression and looked at Bella in Gothic makeup.

"Oh, little wizard? Who asked you to come? The Ministry of Magic?" Bella was a little surprised that someone came to visit her. She looked at the little wizard opposite and didn't recognize who it was.

Rogge didn't pay attention to Bella's disdain: "No, I just heard your lover mentioned you, so I stopped by to take a look."

"Hahaha, lover? I don't have a lover! Little guy, I really can't think of where to go before I come to Azkaban?" She showed her white teeth and stared at Rogge with sharp eyes.

"Alas, Yuyin has to show off again..." Rogge sighed and let out Voldemort's voice again.

"He...he's still alive?...The master is still alive! I knew the master wouldn't die! Did the master send you here, right? Answer me! Answer me quickly!" Bella rushed over like crazy, her eyes red like A life-seeking evil spirit.

Rogge shook his head and picked up the disk. The cell door slid back, leaving her alone to make a fuss. After a while, Rogge felt that it was almost time before he opened the cell door again.

"Now, can we talk? Mrs. Lestrange?" Rogge looked at Bella with tears on her face and couldn't figure out what charm Voldemort had that could make these people give their hearts to him.

"What do you want to know?" Bella regained her composure, her eyes showing extreme madness.

When she first met Rogge, she was heartbroken. But when she heard Voldemort's voice, she went crazy.

Rogge could see that she was ready to make a move, and his eyes sparkled with yearning for freedom. In other words, she wanted to get back to Voldemort.

"Great, I just like chatting with smart people." Rogge didn't care whether she could escape from Azkaban, or whether the prison break would happen in advance.

If the sky falls, there will be a tall man holding it up. He is just an ordinary little wizard. Even if Voldemort returns early, what does it have to do with him?

"It seems that the person you are visiting is not that smart." Bella walked back to the bed, and reason occupied her brain again.

"Wow, I always thought I was the only one who was good at catching vulnerabilities in other people's words. I didn't expect Mrs. Lestrange to be so good at it."

"Thanks for the compliment, but I still like people to call me Bellatrix." Bella smiled and stared at Rogge.

"Bellatrix? Don't you like your husband? Tsk tsk tsk, Rodolphus will probably be sad, dear Mrs. Lestrange?"

Faced with Rogge's provocation, Bella remained indifferent and watched him perform quietly.

Rogge's face was full of regret, and he looked at the other shielded cells: "What a pity. I'm afraid your husband will never know that you love someone else until he dies. Hey, do you think he is next door?"

Rogge stood up and knocked on other cells: "Or is his loyalty to Voldemort far greater than his love for you, and he is willing to sacrifice you to Voldemort?"

"You have something to say, little wizard! If you are here to listen to gossip, get out of here!" Bella walked over quickly and looked at him condescendingly.

"Haha, you feel guilty? Don't worry, Mrs. Lestrange." Rogge signaled Bella to calm down. He looked at her makeup, "I'm curious, if you have a child, what will his or her last name be?" ?”

"Lestrange, Black, Gunter, or Riddle?" Rogge said and laughed.

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