Chapter 473 I want Rogge to die!

When Sirius heard these words, the struggling movements of his four dog legs froze instantly. Rogge slowly loosened his grip on his dog's neck, and Blake landed on all fours, slowly exiting the Animagus form.

Kreacher hid behind Rogge in fear. He held onto Rogge's clothes tightly and only dared to stick out half of his head to peek at Sirius secretly. At this moment, Sirius looked decadent, and the light in his eyes had disappeared.

He knew in his heart that what Rogge said was true. It was he who first abandoned the family and was then removed from the family name by his mother. But he hated the atmosphere of the Black family, which was full of pure-blood arrogance and arrogance. His family had never treated Muggles as equals, and he couldn't stay there for a minute.

He didn't think he was wrong, but were his mother and brother wrong?

"If you choose freedom, of course you will lose the right to know the truth." Rogge reminded softly. Just as he was about to say something else, Lucius's voice came from the door.

"Sirius, don't be so willful." He scolded in the voice of an elder.

Lucius already had a few strands of silver on his temples, and his life was not easy during this period.

At the beginning of the summer vacation, he sent Draco to Europe. He claimed to be going to Quidditch training, but in fact, he was going to avoid the Death Eaters' revenge.

If it weren't for the strong pressure from Amelia and the Ministry of Magic, he would never have succumbed to Green's "treatment" and accepted the request to remove the Dark Mark.

Since the Goyle and Crabbe families were attacked, he has come to understand the reality and understands that he can only join the Ministry of Magic without looking back and go all the way to darkness.

Amelia specially invited Narcissa (Regulus's cousin) to accept the medals and honors posthumously awarded to Regulus by the Ministry of Magic as a family member of the hero. Her purpose is very clear, to make all purebloods in the wizarding world understand that the fanatical pursuit of Voldemort is nothing more than a debauched nightmare, and that the Ministry of Magic is their eternal home.

Regardless of whether their choice more than ten years ago was based on their true intentions, the Minister himself and the Ministry of Magic are willing to give them a chance to make a new choice. As for Regulus's biological brother, Sirius Black... Amelia's eyes fell on the decadent-looking man in front of her, and she shook her head secretly.

She knew in her heart that Sirius was a more suitable invitation candidate, both from the perspective of bloodline and the status of the Black family. However, he is a loyal follower of Dumbledore and a core member of the Order of the Phoenix

Although he still bears the surname of the Black family, he can no longer become a representative of pure-blood wizards. In Amelia's eyes, he had lost the value of the invitation.

However, as an experienced politician, when Sirius stormed into the Ministry of Magic and caused a riot, Amelia still treated him with tolerance.

After all, he was still Regulus's biological brother, and as a family member of the hero, he had the right to express his excited emotions.

Rogge winked at Daphne, and the two quietly retreated to the edge of the stage with Kreacher.

Narcissa looked at Sirius's painful expression and couldn't help but approach him and comforted him softly: "Are you... okay?"

Compared to Bella, although Narcissa's position is questionable, she can at least hold a conversation. Sirius looked back at his sister and remained silent.

His eyes then fell on Lucius's seemingly harmless face, and he snorted coldly, his eyes full of contempt.

At this time, Amelia came over and said softly to them: "Regulus is the pride of the Black family. He bravely fought against the Dark Lord with his own life."

"Narcissa, Sirius." Amelia paused for a moment and took an exquisite wooden box from Percy's hand. "The Ministry of Magic and the Order of Merlin have decided to posthumously award Regulus the Order of Merlin, First Class, in recognition of this. His huge contribution to the wizarding world."

"As his family..." Before she could finish speaking, Sirius forcefully pushed away the medal in front of him.

For other wizards, the Order of Merlin, First Class may be a coveted honor, but for the Black family, it is nothing more than an everyday item.

In the utility cabinet of Black's ancestral home, Sirius had seen many Orders of Merlin. In his opinion, these medals are just commodities traded for money, lace used to decorate clothes.

Although Regulus's sacrifice gave this medal extraordinary significance. However, Black knew that behind the badge there were other motives for the Ministry of Magic. It is not simply an honor awarded to Regulus, but a bargaining chip used to redeem the loyalty of pure-blood wizards.

He saw through the true colors of Amelia and the Ministry of Magic. They didn't care about Regulus at all. All they cared about was their own power.

With a stern face, Sirius left the camera range of the dragon crystal mirror. With a smile on his lips, Lucius walked into the center of the screen together with his wife Narcissa.

Amelia thought to herself: "What a temperamental young master of the Black family. If it weren't for your brother, do you really think you can break into the Ministry of Magic at will?"

With a faint smile still on her face, she handed the second medal to Kreacher.

"Kreacher, this is a reward for your loyalty." Amelia opened the simple box. There was a silver gilt shield inlaid on the black velvet.

Kreacher's first reaction was to look at his master. Roger encouraged him with his eyes and praised him: "This is the honor bestowed upon you by the magic world. You are the first house elf ever to have a badge. This honor is much more noble than having your head hung on a plaque."

"Take it now." He urged softly.

Kreacher nodded, knelt down at Roger's feet and kissed the upper of his shoes: "Kreacher will always be the most loyal servant of the master, and the master's order is Kreacher's supreme law."

After that, it slowly stood up and respectfully took the badge awarded by Amelia with both hands.

This badge has no official name, but is a small gadget cast casually by the Merlin Sir Corps with the remaining materials of the first-class medal. If it were not for Roger's insistence, it would not even have a specific shape.

But for Kreacher, the meaning of this badge far exceeds life itself. It represents a kind of glory that the ancestors dreamed of but never touched, and it indicates that Kreacher will become a model for all house elves in the magic world to look up to.

In front of the dragon crystal magic mirror, Amelia praised Regulus's bravery and fearlessness with passion. Then, the three pure-blood wizards remembered the deceased hero in an elegant and solemn tone and gesture.

Do they really understand Regulus? The answer may not be important. Because at this moment, they only need to weave a drama together on the stage to let the wizards watching the live broadcast through the mirror feel their "deep affection" for Regulus.

The remains of the hero sleep in the cold black lake, while politicians are busy using his sacrifice to achieve their goals. This approach may sound a bit cruel, but to rational people, it is just a consensus in the real world.

Today in Voldemort's camp, there are still pure-blood wizards who are loyal to serve as his minions, and they constitute the backbone of the Death Eaters. For example, Buck, Barty Jr., Bella and the Lestrange brothers, Cedric...

Compared with werewolves, goblins and other magical races, these pure-blood wizards are the backbone of the Death Eaters and pose the greatest threat to the magical world.

Amelia hoped that through this grand memorial service, those dark wizards would realize that they still had a way back.

In addition, Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix had to provide assistance. Because everyone in the magic world knew that they would never associate with traditional pure blood.

Voldemort listened to Amelia's passionate speech, and his cold eyes wandered over his subordinates.

"Peter Pettigrew?" His sight finally fell on Wormtail.

This traitor had the weakest will and was the first in cowardice. However, he had no way to retreat. Neither Harry nor the Ministry of Magic would forgive him.

"Buck? Little Barty? Bella?" His scarlet snake pupils shrank slightly, and he swept across the faces of several people one by one.

For these pure-blooded Death Eaters, Voldemort was not sure whether their loyalty was as unwavering as Kreacher's.

Voldemort looked at the youngest face here, Cedric. This outstanding student of Hogwarts should have a bright future. He should stand in the Ministry of Magic and climb to a higher position with the help of Diggory.

However, a cruel twist of fate made him kneel before Voldemort and become a member of the Death Eaters. If the Ministry of Magic extended an olive branch to him and pardoned his crime of murdering Muggles, Cedric might betray himself without hesitation.

Voldemort sneered, and the hissing sound in his throat made everyone present feel a chill. At this moment, he realized that the loyalty of these pure-blood wizards was not solid.

No! Or rather, their loyalty was firm.

However, they supported not themselves, but the strong who could maintain the glory and power of pure blood.

"Am I a strong man?" Voldemort asked himself and immediately gave an irrefutable affirmative answer.

He is the most powerful dark lord in the wizarding world today, and even Dumbledore cannot defeat him. His power is enough to make him the leader of pure-blood wizards.

However, there is an unsolvable knot between him and pure-blood wizards: his father is a Muggle.

This fact, like an insurmountable gap, always exists between him and pure-blood wizards.

Voldemort killed countless people in order to bury this secret. Even in school, he claimed to be the heir of Slytherin, disguised himself as a pure-blood wizard, and recruited subordinates.

He thought that no one in the wizarding world knew his background. Even if Dumbledore knew, he would not make it public. Because Dumbledore opposed pure-bloodism, once he revealed Voldemort's half-blood identity to the wizarding world, he would betray his own concept of equality.

However, Roger was completely different. He came from a sacred pure-blood family. For him, not opposing half-blood wizards and Muggles was already a radical in the pure-blood family.

So, once he learned about Voldemort's background, he would spread it everywhere without hesitation. He had both the ability and the motivation to make Voldemort notorious among the pure-blood forces.

No matter how cruel Voldemort treated Muggles and Muggle-born wizards, he was still a second-class wizard in the eyes of pure-bloods. Because his bloodline was not pure enough, he did not deserve the loyalty of pure-blood wizards.

His secret was like a bomb in the shape of underwear. After being detonated by Rogge, it completely destroyed the cornerstone of his rule over pure-blood wizards.

The more conservative the pure-blood wizards were, the less likely they were to accept him. After all, for pure-bloods, heretics were more worthy of being killed than pagans.

Voldemort sat in his chair and burst into laughter. At this moment, he felt that his powerful magical power was so powerless. No matter how hard he tried or how cruel he was, he could not get rid of the prejudice of pure-blood wizards.

Unless, he kills all the pure-blood wizards in the magic world! He couldn't erase pure-blood prejudices, so he could only erase prejudiced wizards.

At this moment, he finally understood Dumbledore's thoughts. He understood why Dumbledore would spare no effort to suppress pure-blood families and promote equal treatment of mixed-race wizards, mudbloods, Muggles and other races in the wizarding world.

But he didn't deserve to be Dumbledore. Because Dumbledore is a pure-blood wizard, he is born to stand on the right side. And he is just a person with low self-esteem who hides his life experience, a clown who tries to erase the truth by killing insiders.

Voldemort hated his fate. He resented why he chose Slytherin House. He should have chosen Gryffindor, or even Hufflepuff. He should look for those mixed-blood wizards and mudbloods who are also suppressed and discriminated against, and let them stand with him.

He realized that he was born to be the opposite of pure blood, and he should stand as the opposite of pure blood. But he betrayed his bloodline and chose to travel with pure-blood wizards and become one of them.

When a wizard is not pure blood, but imagines that he is pure blood, he becomes a lackey of pure blood.

If his Death Eaters were made up of half-blood wizards and Mudbloods, not even Dumbledore would have any reason to stop them from overthrowing pure-blood rule.

But now it's too late.

Voldemort slowly closed his eyes, knowing that his fate had been decided from the moment he walked to the Slytherin table during the Sorting Ceremony.

He couldn't help but think of Severus Snape. As a half-blood wizard, Snape was also sorted into Slytherin. If the Sorting Hat were not so smart, Snape should be in Gryffindor, and James and others should be in Slytherin.

The right person is always in the wrong position. Now that he thought about it carefully, he felt that all this could not be explained by coincidence.

"My slaves." His voice was still so cold, the rustling outside the door became louder, and the air slowly became colder.

Voldemort's aura, like his cruel methods, affects everything around him all the time. He not only used words to persuade the Death Eaters, but also put pressure on them mentally.

"You are all tested Death Eaters, and I believe that you will remain absolutely loyal to me." Voldemort's snake eyes slowly swept over everyone, and a sneer came from his throat, "No matter in the past, present or future In the future, I have fulfilled your requirements.”

"Power, wealth, status..." He stared at Bella's face and said softly: "And the desire to kill Muggles."

"We stand here for a common goal, for the benefit of pure blood." Voldemort's eyes turned to the door, where new figures were joining one after another.

Buck drifted away with his peripheral vision, seeing all the unfamiliar faces.

"Narrak, the goblin from America." Voldemort regained his dignity and pointed to an empty spot in the circle. "Your ingenuity deserves the right to hold the wand, as well as other rights that have been deprived of by the Ministry of Magic."

"Baldwin, the genius potion master who created the Snake Man." Voldemort pointed to another empty spot in the circle and asked him to stand next to Snape's position. "He will create a steady stream of armies for us."

"Potter." He paused and said in a joking tone, "I hate this last name, but I welcome Mr. Amber Potter. He is one of the Twelve Aurors of the Magical Congress of the United States of America."

He then introduced more members, including werewolves, vampires, and dark wizards from other forces. Dementors wandered the fields around the house, acting as a warning against prying eyes from outside wizards.

Voldemort continued to introduce new Death Eaters to Buck and others, and his suspicious heart slowly settled down.

By using different races and fringe wizards, he not only expanded his power and satisfied his own ambitions, but also made the local Death Eaters understand that even without the help of pure-blood wizards, he was still the one who could overthrow the wizarding world. Voldemort.

The originally sparse circle was instantly filled with new members. A smile finally appeared in Voldemort's snake eyes, and he thought to himself: "Does it matter whether a pure-blood wizard is loyal or not?"

"It's not important!" he asked himself.

"Giants and centaurs will also join us." Voldemort boasted without hesitation, not expecting them to reject his offer.

Although everyone swore allegiance to Voldemort, everyone came together to overthrow the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore, and the various laws. However, the native British Death Eaters still looked down upon these foreign country bumpkins and lower races.

"What kind of thing is worthy of begging for food from our British magical world?" Little Barty squinted at the goblin opposite, his eyes full of contempt.

Voldemort knew his subordinates' thoughts well, but he didn't care about it because all he needed were useful tools.

"I have formulated a plan that will not only change the situation in the British wizarding world, but also hopefully shape the global pattern." Voldemort stood in the middle of the circle and spoke in a majestic and confident tone, "Once successful, we will become this world. Master of the planet."

"Baldwin, you continue to be responsible for spreading the snake virus. At least one million snakes must be prepared before the end of this month. One hundred thousand of them, I will send to the Isle of Wight."

"million?"

"What, that's too much?" Voldemort said coldly.

Baldwin shook his head and said arrogantly: "Master, you need too little. You may not know that the virus spreads exponentially."

"Especially those stupid Muggles, they are dirty and despicable..."

"That's enough, prepare your army of snake men." Voldemort interrupted him with a cold tone.

Baldwin nodded quickly to show his obedience: "Yes, Master."

"Buck, you are responsible for going to Travis Manor and looking for opportunities to restrain Rogge." Voldemort waved his wand and split the mirror into pieces.

Buck was shocked, but still respectfully agreed: "As you command, my master."

"Narlac, you are responsible for leading the snake people in the underground passage." Voldemort let out an eerie laugh and shouted in a sharp voice: "I want Rogge to die!"

"Master, Rogge is not a shaky little wizard." Buck reminded carefully, "If you can give me full responsibility, I can prepare more comprehensively and I will definitely kill Rogge."

"Wormtail will take care of these things." Voldemort did not agree to Buck's request, but instead put Wormtail in charge.

Peter's eyes were looking around mischievously. With so many Death Eaters arriving at once, it was a good thing to hide quietly. However, Voldemort didn't give him a chance to be lazy in paddling.

When he heard that he was asked to lead the team and lead the snake men to attack Travis Manor, Peter did not dare to refuse, so he could only bite the bullet and ask Voldemort: "Master, will you go?"

"You can handle it yourself, I have many things to do." Voldemort turned his head and looked at the shattered lenses on the ground, "I want to focus on Harry."

"A hundred thousand snakemen won't be able to destroy a small manor, right?" He stared at Wormtail coldly again, his eyes full of scrutiny, as if he was judging whether Peter was a good-for-nothing.