Chapter 525: Cunning Death

Fortunately, Roger's arrival saved everything. His efforts gave Travis, who was on the verge of extinction, a new life, and the family's power in the magic world is also booming.

Now, no matter which department of the Ministry of Magic he wants to enter after graduation, someone will dig a carrot pit in advance and wait for him to move in.

What's more, Roger himself is also an extremely good wizard. Putting aside his wealth and pure-blood identity, his outstanding attainments in potions and spells are enough to make him famous in the magic world.

Roger used his index finger to hold the handkerchief to wipe the food residue from the corner of his mouth. He quietly destroyed Buck's letter and opened the third letter he received today.

"Rogge, you bastard! Greedy black-hearted ghost, bad-hearted wizard!"

Bellinrum's sharp voice rushed out of the envelope, and the angry roar hit the eardrum heavily. In an instant, it attracted the attention of everyone in the auditorium.

Daphne covered her mouth in surprise, marveling at how well the Howler was hidden. Draco opened his mouth in a daze, letting the bread fall to the ground.

On the other side of the hall, familiar laughter came from time to time. It seemed that seeing Roger embarrassed was the greatest pleasure for Harry and Weasley's gang.

"Bellingrum is such a cunning guy, he's good at traps." Roger shook his head helplessly, letting the Howler break in his hands.

Generally speaking, a Howler is just a magic envelope containing voice messages. Only when the recipient pulls the rope buckle on the front will it emit a deafening roar.

But the cunning goblin disguised it and deliberately added a layer of ordinary envelope outside the Howler to let Roger relax his vigilance.

When he opened the outer ordinary envelope, he would untie the rope buckle attached to the inside of the opening, thereby activating the Howler.

Draco came over cautiously and gossiped in a low voice: "Rogge, which audacious guy sent you the Howler? He dared to call you a black-hearted wizard to your face!"

"I think this is a very controversial nickname..."

Before he finished speaking, he met Rogge's sharp eyes, as if asking: "What does controversial mean?"

"Uh... I mean, that person made up a very inappropriate nickname." Draco quickly corrected himself and accused loudly: "Totally wrong!"

Rogge glared at him helplessly, it would be better not to explain. He replied lightly: "It was sent by the goblin, and it was asked for a considerable reward some time ago."

"That explains it clearly." Draco nodded, pointed to the fragments of the Howler and said: "Those guys are even more stingy than Theodore, and they wish they could just eat and not poop."

"Hey, Draco, are you scolding me?" Theodore raised his head from the plate, and the two immediately mocked each other.

Draco accused Theodore of being stingy, even calculating the price of a bottle of soda. Theodore counterattacked that he was a petty person, and secretly took the crystal ornaments in the common room when others were not paying attention.

Seeing this, Roger curled his lips, brushed off the letter residue on his body, and turned to open the letter sent by Dawlish: There is no problem with the plan, I have obtained the authorization of the minister.

He stood up, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

No matter what plans Dumbledore and Voldemort have, it will not affect their goal: to create a continent belonging to magic and wizards.

This grand plan is not only the interest of pure blood, but also represents the interests of countless ordinary wizards. Even Dumbledore himself can hardly stop the ambition of the entire magical world.

The fifth-year courses are progressing step by step, and the professors are not affected by the temporary departure of the principal. Almost every class, they have to teach students to understand the importance of OWLs.

Although Roger completed the thesis quickly, the homework on the desk is still piling up rapidly in an avalanche-like state.

Hermione almost lost all time, feeling that she was busier than the third graders who used the time turner. Even on weekends, she stayed in the common room with Ariana, writing furiously on parchment.

"I really want to go out and play in the snow." Hermione stood up and stretched, looking out through the window.

Students above the third grade wore cloaks and marched happily towards Hogsmeade; Rogue stood in the corner, seemingly talking to someone in the shadows; snowballs flew over the tower and hit the glass of the common room with a bang.

"Hey, stop it!" Ron was annoyed by their noise and pushed the window open to stop them.

He stuck his head out of the window and yelled at the troublemakers below: "I'm the prefect, and another snowball hits this window... Ouch."

Before he finished his order, a snowball flew towards him the next second. As he wished, the snowball did not fall on the glass, but hit his face.

"Respected Prefect Ron, we didn't disobey your orders." George and Fred's sarcastic voices came from outside, followed by several snowballs.

Ron shrank his head back in panic, no longer using his prefect status to intimidate troublemakers.

Other people who were still studying in the lounge were secretly glancing at him, and the snickering made the sensitive Prefect Ron feel a prick.

He quickly closed the textbook and said to Harry, Neville and other members of the Lionheart Shield: "Let's go to the library to study. I'm having a headache because of the noise outside!"

Everyone looked at each other in silence and looked at Harry at the same time. Seeing him nod in agreement, the group filed out and left the Gryffindor common room.

"What a childish temper." Ariana sighed lightly and whispered in Hermione's ear: "Nearly all the people in their club are fans of Harry Potter. Especially Colin, who almost worships Harry as Merlin. ”

"As for Weasley's status as vice president, he doesn't have the authority you have in the Jackdaw Magical Society."

Hermione raised her neck proudly and took off the golden jackdaw badge from her chest. On the branches held by crows, four valley lily of the valley swayed slightly, exuding a delicate fragrance.

"Harry claims to have established this society to fight against Voldemort, but in my opinion he is just amusing himself." Hermione's fingers lightly touched the flowers on the badge, her face filled with pride: "They both There is no clear organizational structure, no learning arrangements, and even badges cannot be designed.”

"And my jackdaw badge will bloom into the full glory of the seven valley lilies of the valley in two years. By then, it will be incomparably beautiful."

Ariana stared at the badge with envy, even though she could follow Hermione into the Jackdaw Magic Society due to the spell. But she won't be able to formally apply to join until the next school year.

"Aria," Hermione called, using her most affectionate nickname, "Why not apply for the exam in advance?"

"Apply in advance?" Ariana's eyes lit up.

"You have mastered all the first-year and second-year courses. If you apply to the professors for early assessment now, I think they will readily agree."

"As long as your grades meet the membership requirements of the Jackdaw Magic Society, you can officially join and have your own Jackdaw badge." Hermione smiled, pinned her badge on her clothes, and praised : "It looks so beautiful on you."

"Will the president agree?" Ariana rubbed it with some embarrassment and asked slightly nervously: "It seems a bit opportunistic for us to do this."

"Not at all!" Hermione shook her head firmly, her chestnut hair swaying: "Look, the only application requirement for the Jackdaw Magical Society is grades, right?"

"That's right."

"Isn't it against the school rules to take the exam early? After all, you are in a special situation."

"Hmm~"

"So as long as you pass the assessment and get straight A's, can you apply to join?"

"should……"

"There is no right or wrong, absolutely no problem!" Hermione closed the paper, pulled her up and walked out: "We will go to Professor McGonagall now. If she agrees, do as I say!"

"Except for Snape, the other professors are very friendly and will not deliberately embarrass students.

Even if we end up stuck in Potions class, we can still let Roger think of a solution. After all, he and Snape had such a good relationship. Hermione said confidently.

"Have you thought about your course selection? Ah, you want to take the prophecy course taught by that magician Trelawny..."

The two of them talked to each other, talking and laughing as they walked along the quiet corridor. Hermione had no idea that her enthusiasm and concern made Ariana fall in love with her even more.

Just as Hermione was about to turn into the courtyard, she suddenly noticed a familiar figure from the other direction. Rogge was still standing in the snow, silently thinking about something.

The man in black robes in the shadows stared at him quietly, and it seemed that he was not a wizard from Hogwarts.

"What happened to him? Who is that person?" Hermione frowned and thought to herself, then turned around and said, "Alya, let's go over and take a look."

The corners of Ariana's mouth turned down slightly, and her gaze fell over Hermione's shoulders on the black robe, and a trace of uneasiness rose in her heart.

The being in the black robe seemed to be aware of her gaze, and slightly raised the huge hood that covered his head. In the darkness under the hood, two frightening bone-white lights seemed to flash.

"Roger, didn't you go to Hogsmeade?" Hermione ran over quickly and looked at the man in black robes in front of her suspiciously.

She subconsciously hugged her arms and felt a chill running down her spine and into her brain. Considering the current turbulent situation in the wizarding world, she couldn't help but suspect that this secretive stranger was a Death Eater.

Rogge showed a faint smile and comforted him in a gentle tone: "Don't get me wrong, Hermione. This is an old friend I met in France. I couldn't help but chat for a while."

"This is what you are doing?"

"Oh, Ariana and I are going to find the Dean." Hermione came back to her senses and explained.

"Why don't we go to Hogsmeade Village for a walk later?" Rogge gave Ariana a meaningful look.

"Okay, we'll be right over!" Hermione responded cheerfully and trotted towards Ariana.

After the two people's backs completely disappeared around the corner, Rogge took a deep breath and whispered: "It's not just her who escaped death. Didn't the invisibility cloak you left behind also become a deception for others?" Tools of death?”

"These are two different things." There was a noise in the black robe, "You only know that Ignotus won the Invisibility Cloak, but you don't know that his two brothers have paid the corresponding price for it."

"Is it balanced?" Rogge tried. "The Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone caused the early death of the two brothers and constantly tempted other wizards to the embrace of death. But the holder of the Invisibility Cloak can survive under it.

Not only does early death and late death create a balance, but you even earn enough interest. "

"You are very smart." Death replied calmly, without any emotion in his voice, as if a gust of wind passed by Rogge's ears.

"The wizard who made a contract with me took away the girl just now from under my scythe. He escaped into the past time and space, making it impossible for me to hunt him down."

"So, I need you to repay the price of the contract for him."

Rogge narrowed his eyes, a dangerous light flashing in his eyes. He did not dwell on what contract Grindelwald had signed with Death, but was ready to fight.

The magic power in the body is flowing strongly and secretly, and the fire element in the air quickly condenses in the palm of the hand. At this moment, even the darkness itself was shrouded in dark clouds, gathering towards him.

"Are you deliberately looking for trouble!?" He stared at the bottomless abyss of nothingness under the hood and snorted coldly, "Retaliation for what happened last time when I broke the Elder Wand?"

"Hey, what if I say it's not the case?" The God of Death casually stretched out his hand and broke off a fallen osmanthus branch, and a brand new wand was shaped like this.

"Dark God's Chosen, this is the price of death for the wizard's blasphemy. On that signed contract, you are the ultimate beneficiary he wrote."

Rogge marveled at the power of the God of Death, who was simply the embodiment of rules. With just a casual wave, ordinary branches can be transformed into powerful wands that wizards dream of.

The wizard is like an ant facing an elephant. It can remove a little dirt from the gums, which is enough for the ants to enjoy eternal life.

Knowing that there is a huge disparity in strength between the two sides, they do not exist in the same dimension. However, Rogge still has enough courage and wisdom.

"Since I am the ultimate beneficiary of that contract, can I see the contract itself?"

"It's not necessary." Death responded calmly, with a hint of contempt in his tone.

Rogge stared at Zhi, with raging anger burning in his heart. But he restrained the impulse in his heart and sneered: "So, what price do you want me to pay?"

"The balance of death will weigh everything." There was a hint of imperceptible mockery in the voice of the God of Death.

He arrogantly took out a platinum scale from his wide sleeve robe. Against the backdrop of the snow, it shone with an unnatural white light. It's like the chicken bones are coated with arsenic, and the ice is filled with the souls of the dead.

"Have you calculated everything a long time ago and deliberately explained everything to me on the last day of collection. You have been chatting with me for so long just to delay time so that I can only pay the price you want?"

Death remained silent and snapped his fingers with his knuckles.

In an instant, the world in front of Rogge was quickly stripped of all its glory. As if entering a curtain of light and shadow, mountains, castles, trees... everything is reduced to the simplest lines.

The god of death stretched out his palm and accurately captured Ariana's fate line. Her soul quickly flew along this black line into the tray at one end of the scale, and it instantly lost its balance.

"Death needs death to repay, and the soul needs soul redemption." The God of Death explained coldly, with a malicious taste of teasing mortals in his tone.

Looking at the bone palm grabbing at him, Rogge subconsciously wanted to resist. But he found that his body was shrinking rapidly, and the thread of fate was firmly controlled by the God of Death.

The panel that had been silent for a long time now has a new status:

Roger Travis (Forced Judgment, Dark Asylum)

Magic: 402/476

Mental strength: 238

Talents: Dark God's Choice, Psychopathy, Elemental Heart, Strong Will, Night Vision...

The God of Death raised his head, stared at the darkness behind Rogge, and said coldly: "No being can violate the contract, not even we can violate the rules."

He smiled cunningly, as if he had already determined that the balance would be unbalanced.

He just watched Rogge's fate line slowly, like looking at a prison bird in a zoo.

Its broad hood turned to Rogge, and its tone was full of playfulness and disdain: "Wizards always think that they can transcend death, or become the master of death. But you don't know that death is there, like a mountain."

"I never mind if someone tries to climb this mountain, because I can lose countless times, but you can only lose once. All deception and blasphemy will eventually be repaid after death."

"You wizards think you can use the contract to negotiate with God's equals. But how would you know that the high-ranking person who signed the contract always has the final right to interpret it." It added with a sneer.

"When Grindelwald escapes to the old time, the remaining names in the contract will be judged by death."

"Ask me, what is the price?" The God of Death smiled quite happily, proud that he took away the other person's favorite toy under the eyes of darkness, "If the balance cannot reach balance, I will take away your soul."

"Roger Travis, you will become one of my favorite collectibles, I promise you and the darkness behind you!"

"Sorry, there are loopholes in your words." Although Rogge wanted to insult the God of Death into a slug, in the face of the opponent's absolute strength, he chose to remain rational and respectful rather than incompetent and furious.

"What if this side is heavier?" He pointed to the towering, empty tray and replied in a deep voice: "Death needs death to repay, and the soul needs soul salvation."