Chapter 482 Greedy Leh

Under the soft touch of morning light, the birds began their carefree chorus in the green shade of the manor. The owl is like the dewdrops on the green leaves every morning, delivering the Daily Prophet to the house elves on time.

On one side of the stone steps, Kreacher followed his master's instructions and carefully prepared delicious cat food and clear drinking water for the post bird. Every messenger owl likes such a wizard, who allows them to rest comfortably after a long journey.

It scratched the food with its paws contentedly, and after enjoying the sumptuous breakfast, it flapped its wings gracefully again and gradually merged into the bright sky.

"Master, your newspapers are ready." Kreacher stood beside the bed in the bedroom, placing the toiletries neatly one by one. It instructed the other elves to push the clothes rack to the bedside and wait for Roger to choose today's outfit.

Roger rubbed his sleepy eyes and pointed the wand at the toiletries. Towels, toothbrushes, water, etc. flew up one by one to clean his face gently and meticulously.

From Mrs. Greengrass, he learned the magic of decluttering. Following the same method, the toiletries were also moved.

He half-leaned on the bedside, his eyes passed through the busy toiletries and fell on the newspaper in front of him.

Rita, as she had been the past few days, was making front-page headlines accusing the Ministry of Magic of moral decay. She accused them of stealing, cheating, and using the evil dragon crystal mirror to try to seize the newspaper market.

You know, not long ago, she was speaking for Amelia. Rogge secretly lamented that Rita was really a parrot with no position.

Under Amelia's instructions, Miss Percy starts her live broadcast on time at six o'clock every night, broadcasting the news and events of the day in the British magical world to every corner of the magical world.

Wizards just need to sprinkle some light and shadow powder on the mirror, and they can enjoy an hour of wonderful programs: watch half an hour of news and listen to half an hour of music.

For example, there was a sewer explosion in the Muggle sewers, and the bizarre story of two Muggle fingers biting off a teapot... Of course, it also includes the recent initiatives of the Ministry of Magic, and the use of other chaos in the wizarding world to set off the governance of the British Ministry of Magic. square.

Videos are far more vivid than text, otherwise children would not prefer comic books to dictionaries. The same principle applies to adults.

The phenomenon has severely impacted newspaper sales, with at least some housewives canceling their subscriptions for next month. Rita spoke for all the newspapers and launched a fierce verbal attack on Minister Amelia in the newspapers.

"She is still so full of energy." Rogge read the irresponsible hype in Rita's report with a smile, and couldn't help but wonder where Rita and the Prophet newspaper where she worked were hiding.

He continued to flip through the newspaper, and soon found a piece of information in an inconspicuous corner about a visit to the Magical Congress of the United States of America. The young reporter responsible for writing this report revealed in the article that their plans for this visit include purchasing the manufacturing process of dragon crystal magic mirror and light and shadow powder.

"...The Ministry of Magic must never sell the wisdom of British wizards to the other side of the Atlantic at a low price. That is betrayal, that is betrayal! Think of the tragedy of Floo powder, they were quietly stolen by those thieves, We didn’t even receive a single Nat’s royalty, or even a piece of apology paper…”

"Master, there is a visitor coming to the fireplace." Kreacher informed respectfully, "Judging from the accent, he should be speaking English."

"Should?" A teasing smile appeared on Rogge's lips, and he teased: "I think that is at least easier to understand than the Irish accent."

The person who appeared in front of the fireplace was a burly, bearded middle-aged man. Wearing a dark suit with the MACUSA badge on his chest, he looked solemn and majestic.

"Hello, Mr. Travis." He walked over with a smile and said with admiration, "I didn't expect the wizard who invented the dragon crystal mirror to be so young."

"Oh, I actually forgot to introduce myself. My name is Potter." He paused for a moment, obviously satisfied with the surprise flashing in Roger's eyes, "Amber Potter, an American Auror."

He flaunted his surname and seemed to enjoy the influence it gave him in the British wizarding world.

Rogge asked him to sit down and asked curiously: "This is an extraordinary surname, and you must be an extraordinary wizard. Maybe you have heard that we have a hero with the same surname as you."

"Harry Potter, right?" Amber responded in his gentle voice, with a hint of admiration in his voice, "I heard that he once defeated the Dark Lord, which is unbelievable. I heard that he He was still a baby then."

"How amazing! Perhaps hundreds of years ago, my ancestors and his ancestors came from the same family." His praise was so sincere that Rogge almost believed that he was not a Death Eater.

He chatted leisurely with the American guest, not showing any curiosity about the guest's arrival. As the sun gradually reached its zenith, Abel realized that he could delay no longer.

"Travis, on behalf of the Magical Congress of the United States of America, I am here to discuss the purchase of dragon crystal mirrors." Abel finally got to the point.

"Oh, of course." Rogge clapped his hands, and the house elf quickly brought in a mirror that was as tall as a person. "I saw relevant reports in the newspaper. I thought you were more interested in the technology of mirrors and light and shadow powders. Woolen cloth."

The corners of Abel's mouth twitched involuntarily. The task assigned to him by Congress did include obtaining their manufacturing technology. After all, they don't want to keep sending money to the British Ministry of Magic.

However, Amelia used the excuse of a private company to tell him that the Ministry of Magic had no right to interfere. He turned around helplessly and didn't even know which way the door of the company that produced light and shadow powder opened.

Moreover, he has another, more important mission, a mission from his true master. If Abel cannot complete what Voldemort tells him, what awaits him will be extremely cruel punishment.

"How could it be?" Abel said righteously, like an upright hero: "We, the American wizarding community, attach great importance to intellectual property rights and will never engage in disgraceful acts that infringe on the intellectual achievements of others."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..." Rogge smacked his lips, with a bit of contempt in his eyes, "During the War of Independence, your official organization carried out a lot of theft activities. I really don't know how you mastered the method of making Floo powder. ”

Abel smiled awkwardly, even though they covered it up very well, so that outsiders had no way of knowing that disgraceful history. However, British wizards are well aware of their once shameless piracy. After all, they were once a family.

He even doubted whether the History of Magic course at Hogwarts would specifically cover these histories.

"Mr. Potter, the dragon crystal magic mirror is indeed very popular in the market." Rogge smiled, ready to eat two fish. "To be honest, the newspapers in the British wizarding world have not been having a good time recently. Therefore, many people Everyone is interested in purchasing this kind of mirror.”

"Why should I sell such a hot product to you who jumped in line?" Rogge shrugged and said in an understatement, "Unless you give me a price that is hard to refuse."

"Roger!" Abel's face immediately turned gloomy, and he cursed secretly in his heart: How dare this kid sit on the ground and raise the price! Could it be that Buck didn't negotiate with him in advance?

Just as Abel was about to respond, the sky suddenly darkened and a shadow enveloped the entire manor. A sunken ship with its hull broken in the middle, like a falling star, headed straight for the Travis Manor.

"Yuga di Leviosa!" Rogge quickly drew out his wand, and the intense beam of light emitted from the tip of the wand shocked Abel secretly.

He looked in the direction of the curse and saw the huge sunken ship gradually slowing down in the air. Finally, it was lifted up by a force of magic and suspended in mid-air.

"Sorry, sir." Roger smiled demonstratively and said without changing his face, "I am a treasure hunter who loves sailing adventures. This ship is called the Central America and it is a sunken ship."

Abel nodded numbly. He was not blind. He could understand what it was from the seaweed and rusty metal on it. He knew better that this was the price Buck paid for the Dragonglass Mirror: a sunken ship filled with treasure.

In fact, that is the wealth that their American Death Eaters should have.

Rogge waved his wand again, and a shrinking spell enveloped the entire ship. In the blink of an eye, the huge Central America was like a sponge in the desert, shrinking visibly to the naked eye.

It shrunk from the original 282 feet to 141 feet, 70 feet... and finally became only 1 foot in size, like a model ship in a bottle.

"The shipwreck is coming." Rogge whispered the flying spell and summoned the shrunken Central America in front of him. Then, he waved his wand and used spells such as repair like new and clean as new to repair the hull.

However, the head of the hull was gone, and there was a thumb-sized hole in the bottom. With the gentle shaking of the wand, countless small gray-white bones and golden gravel fell on the table.

The whole table immediately made an overwhelming creaking sound, and Rogge quickly fixed it with a wand to prevent the table from being crushed by these seemingly inconspicuous golden sands.

"Mr. Potter, you see, there is only so much gold in it." Rogge said helplessly, "I dare not speak loudly for fear of blowing them away."

Abel almost spit out a mouthful of blood when he heard such shameless words. He closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and tried to stay calm.

If it weren't for the shrinking spell, these yellow-orange golden sands would be enough to fill the entire room, and those white spots are the remains of the sunken ship.

"Your hobbies are so strange." Abel tried his best to remain polite, even though he already wanted to squeeze the other person to death.

He secretly sighed, no wonder the owner said that Rogge would sell the dragon crystal mirror. It turns out that he is greedier than the dwarfs in the Goblin Bank.

"Sir, I just want to know its price." Abel pointed to the dragon crystal mirror next to him, his tone was urgent, and he obviously didn't want to stay in this place for a moment longer.

He cursed secretly in his heart, wishing that Wormtail would take action immediately, destroy the entire manor, and kill this hateful guy in front of him.

"I don't want Galleons. I'm not interested in Galleons." Rogge smiled hypocritically and tried to rip off the Death Eater in front of him. "You know, I am a navigator full of adventurous spirit."

"I heard that after the Mayflower was dismantled in Plymouth Harbor, you smuggled it back to the United States and reassembled it. I have no other intention, I just want to visit. By the way, I can see the tribal treasures that American wizards found in the New World."

"That's it?" Abel's eyes widened and his mouth opened wide.

He originally thought that Rogge would ask for a huge amount of Galleons. Unexpectedly, the other party just wanted to visit the collection of MACUSA.

"Of course it's no problem!" Amber agreed excitedly, and even wrote a letter of certification to Rogge on the spot, "With this, you can visit the Magical Congress of the United States of America at any time."

He was afraid that Rogge would regret it, so he put away the dragon crystal magic mirror and hurriedly got into the fireplace without even having time to say goodbye.

Rogge smiled and began to carefully clean up the relics on the sunken ship. The remains were taken to the sea for burial by the elves as a sign of respect for the deceased.

The gold bars and silver ingots were carefully sorted out, and each piece shone with an alluring light. Roger stacked them neatly and put them back into the exquisite wooden box.

There are also many postal parcels filled with all kinds of personal letters carrying the lives and stories of the crew and guests. Commercial bills of exchange, some government documents from the colony, as well as photos, musical instruments, books...

This once glorious palace on the sea is now housed in a glass bottle in its damaged state and has become an ornament on Rogge’s bookshelf. Those gold bars, silver ingots, etc., are also carefully displayed in the bilge and guest rooms like miniature models.

Suddenly, there was a low explosion from the ground, shaking the entire manor.

"Kreacher, Chacha, you go to the library to protect them both." Rogge quickly put on his dragon skin robe, with a sharp light in his eyes, and flew towards the direction of the sound.

The wings of Daedalus shone with an icy cold light under the scorching sun, and each silver feather was as sharp as a dagger, exuding a terrifying aura.

Laihe also took off from the ground, waving his giant wings and bringing up a strong airflow, throwing the dragon cubs in the direction of the rockery. It turned around and roared a few times, ordering them to get in and hide.

"Master, what happened?" Laihe stared at the collapsing ground beneath his feet and asked nervously, "Are those guys down here who are here to kill you?"

"That's right." Rogge twisted his neck and stared sharply at the yellow smoke rising under his feet, which spread like a mushroom cloud in the sky.

When he was about to speak, Ariana's voice suddenly came from his mind: "Rogge, do you need help? I can..."

Rogge was stunned for a moment, then quickly interrupted the voice in his head. Do the Dumbledore family members like to wander into other people's minds so much? He waved his hand in the direction of the library, signaling them not to come out.

As the power of the previous explosion gradually dissipated, the collapse movement also gradually stopped. Centered around the forge, a huge pit 100 feet in diameter was formed in the ground.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the sun shone through the clouds, revealing a huge underground world before their eyes. The walls of the pit are covered with countless passages, and the goblins are busy opening up the collapsed ones. The holes were like flies' eyes, densely packed all over the wall.

Roger's eyes quickly swept over, but he did not find Peter or the mouse. In the blink of an eye, countless snake-men emerged from the tunnel. They were like living zombies, moving quickly and climbing along the walls like geckos. Looking at the large number of snake men at his feet, Rogge also felt his scalp numb.

"Lech, attack them, no one is allowed to come up." Rogge ordered, and at the same time he flew high, looking for traces of Wormtail Peter.

Laihe looked down at the snake-men who were as dense as ants below, his eyes flashing with contempt. It commanded the other two dragon heads to spit out blazing flames and bone-eroding venom quickly and violently.

Under the heat of the dragon's breath, the venom turned into an invisible green poisonous mist, which penetrated into the snake man's scaly body. The first batch of snakemen who rushed out didn't even have time to feel the pain of bone erosion, and they melted like snow in the violent flames.

For a moment, the smell of burning filled the air. Lech greedily sucked in every trace of burnt smell in the air, swooped down, and swallowed dozens of snakemen in one bite. It secretly glanced upwards and saw that Rogge seemed to be looking for something, paying no attention to its actions.

Huge dragon teeth intertwined in the blood mouth, and the snake man's tough scaly skin was as fragile as paper under Lech's sharp teeth. The delicious flesh and blood exploded in the dragon's mouth, and the barbed tongue gently licked it, leaving only the bones with countless scratches.

Lech casually spat out the bones and swallowed more of the snakemen. The dragon head in charge of the venom seemed particularly excited because it tasted a faint sense of anesthesia from the snake man's blood. It was like a silver needle piercing the tip of the tongue. The slightly spicy and refreshing stimulation made it want to stop.

Peter, who was hiding deep underground, stared at Lech who was killing everyone, his eyes flashing with horror. He clenched his silver hand and ordered more snakemen to rush over. He figured that even if the snakemen couldn't defeat Lech, their numbers would be enough to suffocate it. Not to mention, the toxins in their bodies...

"Hehe, it's coming soon, it's coming soon." Wormtail Peter showed a sinister smile on his face, looking at Laihe who was enjoying his meal, feeling secretly proud in his heart.