A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

This made the passing wizards' eyes light up, and they stopped to watch the unusual lottery event. Those insidious guys in Knockturn Alley were like sharks smelling the smell of blood, mingling with the crowd and staring greedily at the expensive prizes on the stage.

"Is it a newly opened store? Why haven't you seen it before?" The middle-aged wizard in gray robe asked his companions doubtfully.

"It used to be a magic plant shop, have you forgotten?" his friend reminded, "but the house didn't look like this before."

"Ah, I remembered! The last shop owner was killed by a mysterious man's Death Eaters. I didn't expect it to open again, the Flash Golem House...what a strange name." The middle-aged wizard nodded, his eyes turned to the table. The prize is firmly attracted.

"They have been renovating it last month. They are so close to Knockturn Alley, so they are not afraid of being stolen. Look at those guys, their mouths are almost watering."

"Don't talk about them, I'm already moved... My son has said several times that he wants Nimbus 2000."

"My family also has one, but a nimbus costs 2,000 and costs 5,000 Galleons. It's a sky-high price for us and we can't even afford it. Do you think they can get it?" He pointed at the dark wizards who had sneaked in.

"Don't think about those guys, I just saw Delis go in."

"Dulx? That Auror from the Ministry of Magic?"

"Yes, that's the guy with gray hair. There are also people from the Greengrass family. This store dares to open here without fear of the dark wizards in Knockturn Alley. Let's just watch the excitement."

The wizards who were watching stared at the prizes and exchanged information, with greed in their eyes. If this wasn't Diagon Alley, if there weren't an Auror standing in the store, the situation would have been a mess.

Thompson walked over proudly. It seemed that he had been doing well in the Ministry of Magic recently, and he had even made friends with senior Aurors.

"Roger, Merry Christmas!" He dragged the little wizard to the window and complained to Gringotts: "Those goblins have such sharp noses, we only exchanged them for one million gold galleons, and they Even if the exchange window is closed, it is still closed permanently. It’s simply heartless!”

"One million?!" Rogge was a little surprised. It was pretty good to exchange for so much. He thought that after exchanging hundreds of thousands, the goblins would find out.

"Well, those misers are looking for people to exploit loopholes all over the world. Fortunately, with the help of Mrs. Acmore from the Floo Network office, they will definitely not be able to find them." Thompson said proudly.

"I also went to the black market to exchange part of it, which totaled 3 million. Black market merchants all over the world are so generous, lovely and friendly." Thompson had a wicked smile on his face, "They have a bunch of Muggle coins in their hands. I can’t change it out, and I’m almost worried. I hope they have a happy Christmas this Christmas.”

"In the current black market, the exchange rate between gold galleons and pounds has soared to 1:500. We will still divide it according to the previous ratio, and I have given your part to Mrs. Jessica."

"Thompson, thanks. You must be careful. If I were one of those black marketeers, I would eat you up." Rogge didn't expect Thompson to be so strong in execution, and he finally exchanged 3 million Galleons.

"Who says it's not the case? That's why I came to Diagon Alley to drag Deluxe along. He is the minister's most promising Auror and has a bright future." Thompson was a little scared. If there was even a little bit of news about this matter, he would definitely be exposed by the dark wizard. Eight dollars.

He saw a little girl waving to Roger and pushed him over.

"Roger, I received your Christmas gift!" Daphne pulled her sister Astoria and ran over happily.

"How's it going? Do you like it?"

"I loved it so much, but my sister took it away." Daphne looked at her sister helplessly. She showed her sweet dimples and proudly took out the exquisite pocket watch to show off to the two of them.

Alexander Smaug took Elena into the store. He had a beautiful red beard and blue eyes, with only a thin layer of hair left. Roger felt like it could fall off at any moment.

"Merry Christmas." Alexander looked at the bright decoration in the store and liked the simple and bright decoration.

"Nadja, please look around first." He called Elena's nickname and turned to Rogge.

"Daphne, we'll talk to you later, sorry." Roger and Alexander looked at each other and walked towards the second floor.

"Mr. Alexander, how is the Ministry of Magic of the Soviet Union?" Rogge asked Alexander to sit down and asked Paopao to bring tea: "Oolong tea from the Far East is very suitable for this season."

"What a mess!" Alexander shook his head heavily. "The Ministry of Magic has lost its government. Just like Grindelwald, many people are facing liquidation."

"Although I don't know how you predicted today, maybe as Nadja told me, you have the gift of a prophet." Alexander sighed. As a defector from the Soviet Ministry of Magic, his life has not been easy these years.

"You may not know that over the past few decades, many wizards there were tried by the Ministry of Magic and imprisoned in the Gobalague concentration camp..." Alexander sighed. It was a place as terrifying as Azkaban.

"Now many people have been released. They have fled to the magical world of Eastern Europe and are causing destruction everywhere."

Alexander's expression was very complicated: "The Ministry of Magic of the Soviet Union must be facing severe turmoil, and I, a fugitive, can go back openly."

"The Soviet Muggle government's control over our Ministry of Magic has come to an end, and Moscow's noble wizards will return to glory." Alexander slammed his fist on the table and said excitedly.

"But the Magical Congress of the United States is eyeing us, and they are preparing to take this opportunity to plunder my former home. We are not the Muggle government in Moscow, and I will never allow the insects of the Ministry of Magic to sell off the property of noble wizards."

"Yes, plunder." Rogge nodded, "The huge giant collapsed, and greedy flies and wild dogs came after smelling the fishy smell."

As soon as the words came out, Rogge couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. He seemed to have cursed himself.

"Uncle Alexander, let's go to Eastern Europe together." Rogge stood up, with a sense of divine redemption in his tone: "This is not just a simple business, but to let magic be in the hands of civilization. For the glory of the noble wizards !”

"For the glory of the noble wizard!" Alexander stretched out his generous hand and shook it with Rogge forcefully.

"Bubbles, are you ready with the money?" Rogge called to Bubbles, and the house elf was carrying the traceless expansion box.

"Little Master, there are 100,000 gold galleons in total and 50,000 US dollars." Paopao opened the box, and the golden galleons were so hot that it made people unable to open their eyes.

"Dollar dollars?" Alexander asked strangely, "What are these Muggle coins used for?"

"Just in case." Rogge smiled and didn't explain too much: "Bubble will come with us, is that okay?"

"Of course." Alexander nodded. There is no doubt about the elf's magical ability.

Jessica came up quickly after receiving the news. She looked at her son worriedly: "Roger, are you really going to the Eastern European magic world? It's not as safe as the British magic world."

When things were stable in the past, vampires, werewolves and other dark creatures hid in the dark. With all the chaos in Eastern Europe right now, these dark creatures must be causing destruction everywhere.

"Mom, don't worry, Uncle Alexander is here. We are only active in Moscow, just treat me as a tourist."

"Okay, then you must pay attention to safety." Jessica nodded and told Bubble to take good care of Rogge.

"Ms. Jessica, Nadja leaves it to you." After Alexander said that, he strode into the fireplace and swayed the floo powder out: "Finister."

Rogge waved goodbye to his mother and Elena, and grabbed a handful of floo powder and repeated his destination. A green fire lit up in the fireplace, taking him 4,962 miles to the outskirts of Moscow.

As soon as he finished mentioning his destination, he felt a strong pull coming from behind. It was as if an invisible hand suddenly pulled him away from where he was. His vision became blurred, and fireplaces of various sizes, decorated with Christmas decorations, or shabby and cramped, squeezed and twisted, flashed before his eyes.

This is the Floo Network. Wizards can use Floo powder to quickly shuttle between different fireplaces and reach their destination quickly.

Although it is extremely fast, the process is uncomfortable. Roger felt like he was being stuffed into a narrow, dark passage, his ears filled with the sound of wind and heartbeat. His brain was dizzy and his stomach was extremely upset.

Boom!

The fireplace in the snowfield hut made a noise, and Alexander and Rogge teleported over one after another. Compared to Alexander who often used floo powder, Rogge looked like a seasick traveler who fell into the fireplace and his head was foggy.

"Roger, get up." Alexander smiled heartily, and the icy cold wind made him excited.

"This is Finnista, the hunting house I built myself. I haven't been back for many years, and it's still the same." Alexander pulled up Rogge and pushed open the wooden door.

"Finister?" Rogge shook his dizzy head and waved his wand to clean up the soot on his body.