Chapter 520 Airship Merchant

"Oh, you're here..." After Bellinrum got off the airship, he saw Little Batty at a glance.

It blurted out this sentence almost without thinking, directly revealing their previous whereabouts. Fortunately, the masked Rogge quietly kicked it with his toes to remind it not to talk nonsense.

Bellinrum immediately understood, and his eyes quickly turned to find a suitable excuse: "We just circled in the sky for a long time and didn't know where to land."

"That greedy and rude guy Narrak didn't tell me your address, Mr. Cedric." As it said, it deliberately turned its eyes away from Little Batty's face and turned to Cedric next to him.

Although Cedric felt a little awkward, he didn't care too much. He looked up at the airship and asked worriedly, "Did the heavy rain just now cause any trouble to you? Are the food and water supplies still clean?"

"Completely dry, absolutely clean!" Bellingrum replied quickly, "Black Jack, go get some food down and let Mr. Cedric see it."

Rogge nodded slightly, turned around and stepped on the broom to the airship. He knew in his heart that Bellingrum would never sell himself out easily and cheaply.

After all, the airship was still loaded with two containers of wealth and tons of supplies. If he really wanted to betray them, Bellingrum would definitely choose a more appropriate time.

"Where did you find the wizard?" Little Barty frowned, staring at Roger's back with suspicious eyes, as if he wanted to find some flaws in him.

Then, he asked in a gloomy and suspicious voice: "Don't tell me it's the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, or members of the Order of the Phoenix."

Bellingrum looked normal, laughing and shaking his head vigorously: "If those guys were willing to cooperate with me, I wouldn't have to go through so much trouble to cross the Atlantic on an airship. You don't know that I have to pay the toll for the captain Black Jack. This hateful, black-hearted gangster! It's so damn hateful!"

It sighed with regret, annoyed that it couldn't use the Floo network to travel quickly and sell supplies to the generous and stupid Death Eaters.

"Oh, what a great opportunity to make money!" It cast its eyes around the dilapidated street scenes, staring at the ruins of dim windows and dilapidated shops, and sighed: "The jewels, diamonds, and gold in the city are all wealth. It's a pity to just lie in the ruins. You, didn't you go to see them?"

"If you can continue to help me transport supplies, I can let the snake people collect these treasures for you." Cedric said generously, pointing his finger inside the building: "The payment is in the box, follow me."

He strode towards the tall building, and Narlak followed behind in small steps. Little Batty still stared at Rogge, his eyes as sharp as a blade and refused to move away.

He looked up and down at this mysterious ship boss, carefully taking in his every move, and his scrutiny was full of vigilance and doubt.

"It seems that the supplies are well protected by you." Little Batty tore open the package and pinched the soft bread. Then, he opened the jar of biscuits, took out a piece at random, and put it in his mouth to chew.

The biscuit was very crisp, without any signs of moisture. The moment he bit it with his teeth, a scent of wheat and sweetness filled his mouth, relaxing his tense nerves a little.

However, Little Batty was still secretly measuring the danger and reliability of Black Jack.

Suddenly, he asked tentatively: "Why do you always wear a mask? Can you take it off for me to see?"

"This?" Rogge touched the mask calmly and responded with a French accent: "On the one hand, it is very expensive. I paid Bellingrum 5,000 Galleons to get it. If I don't wear it every day, wouldn't it be a big loss?"

Little Batty was stunned, and had to admit that this reason was really simple, powerful, and convincing. The other party seemed to be a person who was quite obsessed with money.

He thought carefully and asked, "What about the other side?"

"Of course it's to protect myself. The mask is another identity." Roger's answer was quite straightforward, "In addition to the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters, I also do business with other wizards, including Aurors and White Wizards."

"Whether legal or illegal, as long as it can make money, it's a good way." Roger smiled mysteriously and unconsciously led the topic elsewhere: "Sir, it is rumored that the Dark Lord gave his men territories. I wonder where your territory is?"

"New Jersey, a small place by the sea." Little Barty's tone could not hide a bit of displeasure, and his eyebrows were full of unwillingness.

He served his master so loyally, but in the end he only got a small territory. And those vampires and werewolves who later defected to Voldemort... can occupy a larger territory in the south.

"Why, is it worth selling even the garbage made by Muggles?" Little Barty sneered, looking at Roger with disdain and contempt in his eyes.

"Maybe?" Roger calmly pulled out a spade playing card from his pocket, with a line of golden words in the middle: airship merchant, Black Jack.

He blinked mysteriously and continued: "The Niffler can help wizards find lost wealth, and the Bowtruckle can identify trees that can be used to make wands."

"And the Muggles' libraries, museums, and bank vaults... Although their green papers are useless, many wizards in the magic world have a hobby of collecting."

"I know." Little Barty nodded, pretending to be calm and showing off his erudition in this area: "Some wizards like to collect cat plates, golden snitch, pictures, and matchboxes."

"Some people like to collect cultural relics such as books and manuscripts." He glanced at the playing cards in his hand. There was a string of unknown numbers near the edge.

After thinking for a moment, Little Barty put it in his pocket.

He raised his head and said with contempt: "Those are useless decorations. No one will care about those things except you French wizards who are particular about romance.

I do have the collections you mentioned in my territory, but they need to be exchanged with Galleons or potion materials."

"No problem, sir." Roger took out a telephone from his pocket and gave it to him generously: "The numbers on the playing cards are our phone numbers. As long as you dial the dial in order, you can contact the airship captain, Ms. Marledy."

"No matter how far away, you can contact her?" Little Barty's eyes lit up, and he was obviously very interested in this magic prop.

"In theory, it is like this." Roger nodded, "but in some special places, it may be restricted."

Little Barty hummed in understanding, knowing that the airship merchant was referring to places like Hogwarts that were strictly protected by magic.

Bellinrum carefully checked the gold bars and precious jewels in the box, and was satisfied with the profit of this trip. How he hoped that the Dark Lord would be blocked by the magic world forever. In that way, he could earn ten or a hundred times more money and wealth.

At present, this "insignificant" profit can only barely make it eat.

"Is your airship fast?" Cedric looked at the boxes of materials unloaded by the snakes and asked, "There are a group of wizards who need to be transported here. Money is not a problem. Just name your price."

Bellinrum did not answer immediately. He thought for a moment and said, "This spaceship does not belong to me. I have to discuss it with Captain Black Jack first."

Seeing that Cedric had no objection, he immediately turned back to the airship cockpit and found Roger to discuss the transportation of wizards.

"No." Roger rejected the task unceremoniously. "I have to go to the west side of the Rocky Mountains, and then I will use the Floo Network to teleport back."

"Nagini will continue to drive the airship, sail westward, and finally complete the round-the-world trip." He took out an international pass issued by the Ministry of Magic's Transportation Department from his arms, which allowed him to use the Floo Network without restrictions and travel across the country.

"How did you get it?" Bellingrum stared at the official seal on it with envy, with a little resentment in his tone: "You wizards are really selfish. You have such a pass, but you don't give it to us goblins!"

"Hehe, that's because I'm worried that you will resell supplies to the Death Eaters." Roger's mouth showed a mocking sneer, and he changed the subject and reminded: "You also witnessed their battle with the Order of the Phoenix just now. You should understand that under the blockade of the Dark Lord, the Death Eaters can still use Apparition freely."

"Using my airship to transport wizards, you say, who are those wizards?" He brought the topic back.

"Prisoners?" Bellingrum was not a stupid goblin. After Rogge's reminder, it immediately understood the actual meaning of Cedric's "transportation" mission.

"But Death Eaters never leave anyone alive. The wizards they capture are either killed on the spot or tortured first and then killed mercilessly."

"That was the way it was done in the last war." Rogge said, his eyes fell on the gradually emptied cabin, and his tone was low like a whisper: "Perhaps this time, in addition to simply killing for fun, those captives have greater value and use for them."

Bellingrum took a breath of cold air, and his Adam's apple moved unnaturally. It looked at Little Barty and Cedric who were chatting and laughing under the deck, and suddenly felt an unprecedented chill.

"Then... Then I will refuse them now?"

"No, it's not you who refuse, but me." Rogge patted its shoulder and whispered a few words in its ear.

Bellinrum suddenly opened his eyes wide, and an exaggerated smile appeared on his face: "Black-hearted Rogge, you are indeed the most terrible, stingy, and greedy wizard!"

"Fortunately we are friends!" It shouted exaggeratedly, while excitedly raising its broad palm and clenching its fist to show its joy.

Rogge curled his lips in disapproval and muttered in a low voice: "You are really good at praising people."

Bellinrum jumped off the airship with a small jump, walked to Cedric in an embarrassed manner, and pointed at the airship with his thick fingers, as if discussing something with Cedric.

"Master, are you going to let Nagini drive the boat alone?" Nagini lay on his shoulder unhappily, accusing the master of "heartlessness" in a coquettish tone, "Without the master with me, what's the point of completing the round-the-world voyage?"

Rogge did not indulge her coquettish and willful behavior, pinched her hard as a punishment, and then spread a yellowed sea chart flat on the table.

"This is a magic sea chart, similar to the Marauder's Map. Just say the name of the shipwreck and its location will be displayed on it." After that, he walked to the display cabinet on the right side of the cab.

There was only one lonely glass bottle there, displayed on a base in a mahogany grid. The base was also inlaid with a rectangular metal nameplate with the words "Central America" ​​engraved on it.

"Look, what is this?"

Nagini turned sideways and looked at the old, broken sailboat in the bottle. After thinking for a moment, he whispered: "Is this a shipwreck called Central America?"

"Yes, just like your crystal castle, I cast the traceless expansion spell and the solidification spell on the bottle." Rogge nodded and continued to explain: "Then, use the shrinking spell and the repair spell to put the sunken ship in it."

"But master..." Nagini touched the magic sea chart on the table hesitantly, and had guessed the real purpose of this voyage: to salvage the sunken ships full of wealth on the seabed.

"It's okay, you tell me." Rogge smiled.

"Master, I don't know the names of those sunken ships."

"Hehe, I have detailed files on the sunken ships." Rogge took out a thick stack of printed A4 paper, which densely listed the names, models, sea areas where the shipwrecks occurred, and other information of various sunken ships.

"About a hundred years ago, British Muggles established the Britannia P\u0026I Club, which is specifically used to insure certain risks of ships."

"In addition to the West of England P\u0026I Club and the London Steamship P\u0026I Club, basically all the information about ships around the world is recorded in detail by them."

"As for the earlier shipwrecks, Mr. Andrew, the asset manager of the Travis family, also helped to collect and summarize them."

"Here is the Gist, which was sunk by a German U-boat in 1941; there is also the famous Spanish Golden Fleet destroyed by a hurricane in 1715; and there are the Black Angel and Atocha from even earlier times..."

Nagini carefully flipped through the thick shipwreck files in her hand. On the one hand, she admired the detailed information in it, and on the other hand, she felt sad for the lonely work in the future.

"Master, can't we wait a little longer? When you graduate, we will go to salvage them together. Nagini is not afraid of hard work, but she is afraid of not being with her master."

Rogge shook his head and firmly rejected her request: "My captain, the impact of the snake virus has not been completely eliminated, and the Muggles' shipping activities have almost all stopped. It is a good time for us to take action."

"Salvaging the sunken ship at this time can avoid the trouble of being discovered to the greatest extent." He pointed his wand at the console, and the airship model in front of him quickly enlarged.

"The top of the airship can be closed to prevent water from entering. In addition, its bottom can also be opened to facilitate operations on the seabed."

"You don't have to worry about the safety of the entire airship," he waved his hand firmly and said, "Although the goblins are greedy, their forging skills are absolutely first-class. Even if the airship is sunk into the Mariana Trench, there will never be a small pit as big as gravel on its shell."

Then he began to demonstrate to Nagini how to control the airship, and patiently explained: "After the specific location of the shipwreck is shown on the nautical chart, just control the airship to dive directly. Then adjust the diving depth and let it hover above the shipwreck."

"If you follow this set of spells and the trajectory of the magic wand, you can let the airship automatically release the floating spell, shrinking spell, repair as before, bubble head spell... pull the entire shipwreck into the airship."

Nagini nodded, reluctantly accepting the helplessness of being temporarily separated from her master.

The entire salvage process has been basically automated. All she needs to do is find the location of the shipwreck based on the information in the shipwreck archives, and then let the airship dive to the bottom of the sea.

Finally, according to Rogge's request: bury the remains at sea, sort out the property, and store the sunken ship in a glass bottle.

At this time, Bellinrum also negotiated a new business with Cedric, and trotted back happily: "He agreed! He wants me to help build a magic hot air balloon, and it must have the mark of the Dark Lord."

Rogge unceremoniously raised three fingers and said: "Very good, I want 30% of the profits, we agreed before."

"You..." Bellinrum glared at him and was about to jump up and denounce the other party's greed.

"Don't get excited, you can exchange them for other things for me. For example, cultural relics and artworks in museums, books, rare books, manuscripts in Muggle libraries, and even herbal seeds, precious wood, dragon dung, antique furniture... Anything that is valuable to me or the airship is fine." Rogge gestured to the empty cabin inside the airship, "A large amount of materials are urgently needed here for decoration and layout."

"Besides, the design plan of the hot air balloon is also my own, including its control system. I also have to help you contact Dawlish and study the restriction spell of the fairy wand." Rogge said righteously.