Chapter 508 Jiefang Truck

Apart from Dumbledore, Bellinrum was weighing all the forces in the wizarding world in his mind.

It first excludes the Ministry of Magic, where wizards appear to be high-sounding but are actually more selfish than the greediest goblin.

In Bellinrum's view, even a Dark Lord like Voldemort is more trustworthy than politicians who tell lies.

After careful consideration, it discovered that there were not many paths to choose from. Either become an ally of the Holy Pureblood Family, or remain neutral.

As for those half-blood wizards, Bellinrum scorned them. It despised them even more than pure-bloods despised Muggle-blood wizards.

In terms of blood purity, magical creatures are more strict and conservative than pure-blood wizards.

"Rogge, how do you plan to choose?" Bellinrum asked curiously, his eyes revealing hesitation about the future, "As the heir of the holy pure-blood family, Travis will side with Mr. Dumbledore. ?"

Rogge's answer was calm and firm: "I'm afraid not."

"Pure-blood families would rather cooperate with the Ministry of Magic than bow to Dumbledore and show weakness." There was an unquestionable determination in his voice.

"He always tries to weaken the power and influence of pure-blood families and distribute them to other wizards." He paused and said more firmly: "We can accept that non-pure-blood wizards have a place in the Ministry of Magic, but the wizarding world The ruling power must be in the hands of pure-blood families."

"It is our honor and our tradition that we must keep. Go to war if they want, rather than gain power under Dumbledore's aegis."

"Power never chooses the weak and cowards."

Belinrum wrinkled his nose slightly, smelling an ancient and firm breath from Rogge's words, just like the agarwood hidden deep in the black castle, strong and persistent.

Just when Bellinrum was about to respond, Rogge continued: "Actually, those non-pure-blood wizards will not necessarily choose Dumbledore. The current situation is very different from that of more than ten years ago."

Bellinrum's brows were raised slightly, his eyes full of curiosity and confusion. "Huh? Why?" it asked, surprised by Rogge's words.

Rogge gently pulled the joystick, causing the airship to turn gracefully in the air. He exhaled a white breath, looked forward firmly, and explained softly: "Because Voldemort can give them a great future."

"From the moment they become wizards, they have created an irreparable gap with the Muggle world. Pure bloods discriminate against non-pure bloods, but that does not mean that non-pure bloods do not discriminate against Muggles."

"Giving up Dumbledore and choosing Voldemort, they can get more at this stage. Now that they have the opportunity to become kings and nobles, who wants to just be a free citizen and a serf?"

His words shook Bellinrum's heart, and he gained a deeper understanding of this war. It realizes that despite his young age, Rogue's wisdom and insight into the magical world are far beyond those of ordinary people.

"Rogg, who do you think we should choose?" Bellinrum raised his wand, stared at Rogge sharply, and asked further: "I mean, who can be the final winner and let us start again?" Gain the power to use a wand."

Rogge was silent for a moment, and his expression became serious. As a wizard, he was instinctively inclined to believe that other magical races should become subordinate to wizards.

But reality is far more complicated than ideal. There are only a limited number of wizards, and they like to fight among themselves. When a disunited minority attempts to oppress the majority, the result is often war and defeat.

"To be honest, I'm not willing to provide advice." Rogge finally spoke, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "After all, you can't guarantee that the goblin will never rebel."

Bellinrum's mood became a little heavy, and it thought silently in its heart: "Yes, how can a pure-blood wizard support the goblin to regain control of the wand."

It felt a little desperate, but Rogge's next words gave it a glimmer of hope.

"But..." Rogge deliberately lengthened his voice to whet the other person's appetite, "If you want to gain, you must lose first."

"You mean Gringotts?" Bellinrum asked tentatively.

"Haha, I mean freedom." Rogge smiled softly. His eyes quickly scanned the chart. The airship had passed through the Middle East and was approaching the Indian Ocean.

He glanced at Bellinrum. The goblin king's face was as ugly as mud.

"It's not your freedom, but the freedom of the wand." He explained, with a gleam of wisdom in his eyes: "If there was a wand similar to a house elf, it could never cast a spell on a wizard. I don't think the wizarding world would Rejected.”

"It's difficult," Belinrum mused. "The wand needs to serve its wielder."

"So?" Rogge waited for Bellinrum's answer.

"Let me think about it again." Bellinrum took a deep breath and began to weigh Rogge's proposal in its mind.

If wands become like house elves, they are servile to wizards. Will fairies be unaffected in the future?

The continent and ocean below the airship were shrouded in darkness. Even Victoria Harbour, there is not a single light. Under the double blow of snake-man virus and food shortage, this once busy port is now as deserted as a cemetery.

Those idle large ships and containers, like coffins lying quietly in the night, become rusty and mottled with the passage of time and the blowing of the sea breeze.

Rogge hovered the airship at the junction of the stratosphere and the mesosphere, spread his wings and landed with Bellingrum.

"Are you sure that the supplies were not resold?" Rogge asked in a low voice.

Bellingrum shook his head firmly, his tone very confident: "Those are our goblin property and have been safely transported to the warehouse. If it weren't for the traffic ban issued by Amelia, we would have transported them back long ago."

"Okay, we will meet here in half an hour." Rogge and Bellingrum checked their watches, and then their figures quickly shuttled through the dark streets and finally disappeared in the shadows of the corners.

It was the autumn of 1995, and Hong Kong was still a colony of the British Empire. The Ministry of Magic set up a special office in the Central and Western District of the city to supervise and manage wizards in this area to ensure that they would not be discovered by Muggles.

The lack of food and dense population made the whole city filled with an atmosphere of uneasiness and panic. Citizens scrambled to flee and seek refuge in the north, and the mainland could not sit idly by and watch the famine spread.

Roger, who used the illusion spell, admired the famous buildings like an ordinary tourist. On Queen's Road, the lights of several Jiefang trucks pierced the thick darkness and roared past.

Sometimes they stopped at the street corners, and soldiers in protective clothing would unload water and food from the trucks.

Roger moved closer and tried to hear their conversation clearly. But with his level of understanding of Cantonese songs, he could hardly catch the main points of their conversation. However, judging from the soldiers' movements, these trucks were obviously not here for the first time.

Faced with the threat of famine, the Governor of Hong Kong had to accept assistance from the mainland and allow them to enter in advance. Central and Western District, as the most prosperous area in Hong Kong, has been opened to the outside world, and Yuen Long and North District may have welcomed the arrival of these trucks long ago.

Roger did not stay here for long, he was not interested in political struggles. He just went to Victoria Peak according to the address Furong left him last time.

Under the shadow of the moon, the windows of the villa shone with warm light, in sharp contrast to the dimness under the mountain. Fleur was hosting a grand dinner in the villa, inviting a group of local justices of the peace to appreciate her collection of precious cultural relics and artworks.

In this turbulent era, she could acquire very precious artworks at a low price. Fleur believed that everything caused by Voldemort would soon disappear. At that time, the value of these artworks would skyrocket.

"Sir, do you have an invitation from Miss Delacour?" He Wenjie, a bodyguard in a suit, quickly stepped forward.

He wore a white mask, protective glasses, and a pair of white gloves, firmly but politely blocking in front of Roger.

His eyes quickly and secretly scanned Roger's clothes, noticing the strange and alternative black robe on the other party. However, no magician was invited to today's banquet, and no guests would walk up the mountain.

"Please inform that Mr. Travis in London is waiting outside the door." Roger said in a pure London accent.

His accent and the confidence in his tone made He Wenjie's attitude immediately more respectful. .

"I have very little time, about ten minutes left." Rogge said, while casually rolling up his sleeves to check the time.

He Wenjie's eyes were attracted by the watch, and he quickly confirmed the authenticity of the watch. Working in a wealthy area, the ability to identify luxury goods is crucial. Through the small and delicate objects on the visitor, he can quickly determine the identity of the other party.

Maybe Rogge, who walked up the mountain, looked like a weirdo, but his watch had silently proved his identity and wealth.

It was a Patek Philippe Ref.3974, a commemorative model launched in 1989 to celebrate the brand's 150th anniversary.

He Wenjie had read about this watch in a magazine and learned that it was the world's first perpetual calendar minute repeater watch equipped with a winding movement, and it was also one of the most complicated watches currently.

In addition to the high price, this watch was issued in very small quantities, and the owner was either rich or noble. As a bodyguard, He Wenjie had never seen a guest wearing such a watch. He no longer had any questions, turned around quickly, and ran into the villa to inform Rogge of his arrival.

Roger looked at He Wenjie's departing back, feeling confused, and whispered to himself: "Strange."

He never thought that the watch on his hand would help him in this situation. This was just a Christmas gift from Thompson. If Hogwarts hadn't passively destroyed electronic products, Roger wouldn't have worn it.

"Rogge!" Furong lifted her skirt and ran over with a smile. She opened her arms and threw herself into Roger's arms without hesitation, "Are you here to see me?"

The bodyguards at the door dispersed very tactfully. In this difficult era, it is very valuable to find a job in the rich area. They don't want to lose this job that can keep them fed and clothed because of their stupidity.

He Wenjie took a deep breath and secretly rejoiced in his heart. This Mr. Travis is obviously not just an acquaintance of the villa hostess, but looks more like her boyfriend. If he had deliberately made things difficult for him just now, he could roll down the mountain now.

"I just happened to have some things to deal with with the fairy, and when I thought of you being here, I came to see you." As Roger spoke, he gently put his arm around Furong's waist, his smile full of concern, "It seems that you are doing well, and the virus and famine don't seem to have had much impact on you."

Fleur held his hand tightly and said coquettishly: "It has a great impact on business. Those antiques could have been auctioned for hundreds of millions of dollars, but now no one is interested."

"Let's go to the dinner." She tempted Roger.

Rogge shook his head, then kissed her lightly on the lips, with a hint of reluctance in his tone: "Time is running out, I have to rush back to Hogwarts. Next time I will make some door keys, so it will be much more convenient to come here."

He handed her a traceless expansion pack: "There are some potions to prevent the snake virus in it, which will be on sale after Halloween. Take it, just in case."

"Well, I'll wait for you." Fleur held the expansion pack tightly, and they looked at each other reluctantly after a deep and lingering French kiss. Fleur slowly retracted her gaze until Roger's figure disappeared into the night.

Although she was in the Far East, Fleur could also feel the disaster that Voldemort and the Death Eaters brought to the wizard and Muggle world. Without the food support from the northern continent, hundreds of thousands of Muggles down the mountain might starve to death.

However, their kindness was not reciprocated. The Muggle Governor came to argue with them almost every day, and many local Muggles were incited to refuse to accept relief food. Unexplained backbone, a sense of foolish naivety.

Fleur could not understand the thoughts of these people. She slowly turned around and smiled and returned to the dinner. The guests at the dinner curiously asked about Roger's identity, and Fleur lightly evaded the question as a partner.

Miss Delacour's identity has always been a mystery among the gentlemen of Taiping Mountain. Some people speculated that she was from France, and some people thought she was from Britain. But in any case, she was able to take charge of the entire auction at a young age, which made everyone look at her with admiration.

Especially the Governor of Hong Kong, who almost never missed the dinner she hosted. It seems that Delacour's background is deeper than he himself.

Bellingrum's goods are richer than Roger imagined. In addition to the protective materials it mentioned before, there are nearly 100 tons of white flour, white rice, and white sugar.

Roger flipped through it casually and found the familiar snakeskin bag and simplified Chinese characters. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, and asked curiously: "Did you buy these grains from the north?"

"I heard that it was done by a local Muggle organization." Bellingrum was obviously in a good mood.

It didn't care how the other party got it, but only knew that if it shipped this batch of materials to America, it would get at least 10 times the profit.

Rogge didn't say much, every place has its own survival logic. He is not a judge, why should he care about these things.

Bellingrum sat on the cargo, waved his wand, and nearly 100 tons of materials rose steadily into the air.

Rogge smiled and praised: "The magic power is good." Then he whispered: "Remember to pay the wand rental fee when you go back."

He glanced at the supplies and stretched out a finger: "One hundred Galleons."

"What! You black-hearted wizard!" Bellingrum was so angry that he jumped up and down, but he did not reject Rogge's offer.

Rogge stood in the cockpit and looked at the lights on Victoria Peak through the window under his feet. Those tiny lights flickered under the night sky, as if they were the last remaining glory of the prosperous city of Hong Kong.

He took a deep breath, feeling the unique charm of the city, then turned his eyes forward, pulled the joystick, and drove the airship to sail again.

As the airship passed through the clouds, the outline of Hong Kong gradually disappeared from sight, replaced by a vast darkness.

Rogge looked to the north, the beautiful coastline was round and full, silently accumulating strength. He turned his head firmly and rushed into the darkness with the airship.