Chapter 8 Leaving Azkaban
Even the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic or the outstanding graduates of Hogwarts every year, only a small number of wizards can master the advanced skill of wandless spellcasting. Not to mention using it to summon the patron saint.
You must know that the God-calling Guardian is the oldest and most powerful extraordinary magic in the wizarding world. Although Rogge's patron saint is incomplete, it is just a shadow in form. However, considering the environment of Azkaban and Rogge's age, the group was shocked by Rogge's extraordinary magical talent.
Fudge regretted this incident, if he had known that Azkaban imprisoned such a talented little wizard. No matter what method is taken, it will not be worse than now.
Seeing Dumbledore and his party appear in front of him, Rogge knew that he had won the bet. He fell into Jessica's arms exhausted, with a happy smile on his face.
"Okay, kid. The dementors have been driven away." Dumbledore looked at him with a smile, and the Elder Wand waved out a brilliant magical light, making the entire cell dry and bright.
"Ms. Rita, I think little Roger is not suitable to appear in the newspaper." Dumbledore turned to look at Rita, his sharp eyes were powerful and intimidating.
"I... of course, protecting their privacy is the bottom line for our reporters." Rita nodded quickly and burned the negatives to ashes with a blazing flame.
"Child, is your name Rogge? Come with me..." Dumbledore stretched out his hand and looked at Rogge kindly.
"Principal Dumbledore, I think Hogwarts is not suitable for Rogge now." Malfoy walked over and looked at Jessica, giving the mother and son another option.
Jessica looked at Dumbledore excitedly and wanted to say something, but Roger asked first: "Mom, are you coming with me?"
Rogge held Jessica's hand and did not look at Dumbledore and Malfoy. He looked beyond the two of them to Cornelius Fudge, who looked shabby behind him.
Rogge, who was familiar with the original work, knew that choosing Dumbledore meant keeping a distance from the pure-blood family. Maybe I can use this to join Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix in the future, but the Ministry of Magic may only have a simple apology in the end.
But he spent a full ten years in prison, transforming from a baby into a skinny teenager. Being in the company of dementors every day makes me feel nervous and uneasy. What's more, his mother, Jessica, now finds it difficult to even stand and walk.
Roger knew better than ever that Dumbledore loved Harry Potter more than anything else. If you choose Dumbledore, you will just become another Weasley. He hates the kind of life that relies on others, hates being a companion and bodyguard for others, and even hates having to sacrifice himself for the glory of others at any time.
As for Malfoy, Rogge felt extremely disgusted. Filling Lucius Malfoy's already small head with the idea of pure blood, and associating with the doomed Voldemort, can only prove that his stupidity is greater than his insidiousness and cunning.
"I must have my own stand. Whether it's for myself or for my mother." Rogge swore secretly in his heart and stared at the shocked Minister Fudge.
"Smart boy." Malfoy also turned his head and looked over. As expected of a pure-blood wizard, he knew how to strive for the best interests at a young age.
"Ahem..." Minister Fudge was stunned when he heard Rogge's childish voice, and he didn't know what to do for a while.
If only Rogge left, he would have no objection to whether he went to Hogwarts or Malfoy Manor. Anyway, they were the least suitable for the Ministry of Magic. But Jessica is a Death Eater and cannot leave Azkaban.
But if the rules were followed, the poor mother and son should be separated from each other. Fudge knew in his heart that he would flee the Ministry of Magic in despair tomorrow because of this.
Just when Minister Fudge didn't know how to deal with it, Assistant Albert quickly pulled Fudge's sleeve and whispered secretly. Fudge's eyes lit up and he stepped forward to stand between Dumbledore and Malfoy.
"Gentlemen, I think what Jessica and her son need most right now is treatment at St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic." Minister Fudge did not mention whether Jessica was innocent or not. After all, the prisoner's medical parole was in compliance with the procedures, and no wizard could point fingers.
"Headmaster Dumbledore, I don't think their physical condition is suitable for disapparation."
"I brought a flying carpet..."
"Ms. Rita, you should know that flying carpets are a prohibited form of transportation in the UK." Malfoy glared at her, and Rita had no choice but to curl her lips and mark him secretly.
Seeing that Dumbledore had no objection, Malfoy smiled brightly: "The Malfoy family has a magic ship used for transportation in the North Sea."
Dumbledore pondered for a while and said helplessly: "Mr. Malfoy, the magic ship you mentioned is a good idea."
Malfoy summoned a wizard to give some instructions, and soon a gorgeous magic ship appeared on the beach. The emblem of the Malfoy family was painted on the hull, and the mast stood tall, making it impossible to tell that it was a transport ship.
The magic ship sailed smoothly in the waves of the North Sea, and the Azkaban Castle slowly shrank, disappearing into a wave at some point.
In the cabin, Dumbledore softly applied some basic healing spells to Roger and Jessica.
"Heal quickly." He waved his wand, causing the cuts and bruises on their bodies to fade away.
"Clear water is like a spring." A cool stream of water washed away the thick dirt.
"White freshness smoothes." The bruises and redness gradually subsided.
"Blood replenishing potion." Dumbledore took out the bright red potion and fed it to Roger and Jessica. Rogge felt that the pain in his body was lessening and his spirit had recovered a bit.
"Thank you, sir." He smiled weakly at Dumbledore.
"My child, this is just basic treatment. Real recovery will take time." Dumbledore said lovingly, "But now, just knowing that you are safe is enough for me."
The boat passed through layers of fog, and the silhouette of the city finally appeared on the sea level. Rogge held his mother's hand tightly, and a golden light penetrated through the thick clouds in the sky.
As they disembarked, Rita sent a new report to the newspaper. The wizarding world was all concerned about their news, and the newspapers were sold out as soon as they were published.
"We Return by Boat"
On the stormy sea, a magic ship slowly sailed towards St. Mungo's Hospital. The Malfoy family crest on the bow of the ship swayed gently in the water waves, symbolizing the participation of the ancient pure-blood family in this rescue operation.
I took this ship and witnessed a fight for life and love. That poor boy and his brave mother, after years of illegal imprisonment, were finally known to the world with the help of the warden Paul. Thanks to the great kindness of Dumbledore and the prompt action of the Ministry of Magic, this major judicial error was corrected.
When the boat docked, I could not help but feel pity for the child's frail figure leaning on his mother's arms. This child, who had been suffering in Azkaban for many years, could finally receive real care and treatment. At the same time, I am also gratified by the courage and responsibility shown by the Ministry of Magic.
The process of correcting mistakes is tortuous, but the beauty of the results transcends everything. This voyage across the stormy waves is a tribute to life and hope. When true justice is served, our common humanity shines through. I sincerely hope that this is just the first step towards happiness, and a better future is still ahead.
Reporter, Rita Skeeter
Upon learning that the mother and son were at St. Mungo's Hospital, countless owls rushed in with gifts. The enthusiasm of the wizards was irresistible to the medical staff. Fortunately, they said that the patient had been discharged, so everyone left regretfully.
On the top floor of the hospital are exclusive wards, several of which belong to the Malfoy family, which sponsors a large amount of funds every year. The most luxurious ward lived in Roger and Jessica. It was originally filled with gifts, but they were returned one by one at Rogge's request.
"Roger, how is your recovery?" Lucius had a smile on his face, and it was obvious that he was in a good mood.
