Chapter 474 Dumbledore on a Broomstick

Voldemort's orders, like his dark spells, are cold and absolute, and do not allow any questioning. Every Death Eater must unconditionally obey his will to complete the sinister tasks assigned to him.

In fact, Wormtail is an insignificant existence in Voldemort's eyes, and he can be replaced at any time. Compared with other pure-blood wizards, his ability is mediocre, but his loyalty is more credible.

Roger had no idea that his peaceful and peace-loving magic manor had been targeted by Voldemort. Even he himself had quietly appeared on the other party's death list and became the prey pursued by the Death Eaters.

Facing Black who ran in front of him, Roger's eyes were full of helplessness, and he whispered: "What do you want to do?"

"Give Kreacher to me." Black's voice was cold and firm. As he spoke, he took out a key to the vault from his robe. He seemed to intend to use the Black family's vault to exchange for the lost house elf.

Roger shook his head slowly, and his attitude of refusal was firm and clear. How could one key possibly get Kreacher? If it were another occasion, it would take at least two keys, he thought with a sneer in his heart.

Kreacher's big, pleading eyes looked up at Roger, as if silently begging his master not to trade him out again.

"Kreacher?" Roger's mouth curled up a smile, with a hint of teasing in his words, "You don't want Kreacher, right? What you really want is the specific location of the Black Lake."

Sirius did not deny that he wanted to bring back his brother's body. This was his mission. In his eyes, Kreacher was just a guide.

Roger pondered for a moment, his eyes moving back and forth between Sirius and Kreacher.

Finally, he made a suggestion: "I can let Kreacher lead the way for you, but are you sure you have the ability to deal with the danger there?"

"That is the secret cave set up by Voldemort, and there are countless infernal corpses lurking in the Black Lake. Who knows what other traps and dangers are waiting for you. Perhaps, we should wait until Minister Amelia finishes the live broadcast, and then act with the Aurors?"

Sirius glanced back and saw Amelia listening to Narcissa telling Regulus' childhood story in a crying tone. The two women seemed to have no intention of stopping. The live broadcast had been turned into an endless long talk by them, like a tea party organized by women.

"Wait for me." He took out the phone from his pocket, shook it quickly a few times, and called back to No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

Although Borgin and Burke blackmailed Black at a high price and forced him to buy several magic telephones. But it is undeniable that this magical communication tool has immeasurable value.

No matter how far away, just gently dial the dial to immediately establish contact with the wizard on the other end. Borgin and Burke realized this and were willing to pay a large sum of money to Roger to order it.

Sirius's eyes drifted to the dragon crystal mirror involuntarily. He vaguely felt that there was some strange similarity between the two. They can both cross space and connect people together.

In the Black ancestral home, the telephone piled in the utility room suddenly rang crisply. Harry and others who were watching the live broadcast exchanged glances quickly, and finally, Moody dragged his artificial leg and walked towards the utility room step by step.

"Sirius?" He picked up the microphone, his tone full of disbelief, "Shouldn't you be in the Ministry of Magic? I just saw you in the mirror."

On the other end of the phone, Sirius briefly answered his question and mentioned Albus and the Black Lake.

"Well... looking for Albus? Go to the Black Lake?" Moody was silent for a moment, then he looked at Harry: "I will go to Hogwarts. However, you must wear him."

The voice on the phone seemed to be suggesting something, but Moody interrupted him: "... Don't worry about it."

He put down the phone, turned around and shouted to the house: "Lupin, Sirius will be back with Kreacher in a while. I will go to Hogwarts first, and then meet with you in the square."

"Is it the house elf in the mirror just now?" George and Fred turned around and lay on the chair, curiously asking: "Are you going to the Black Lake, can you take us with you?"

Mrs. Molly clenched her fist, tapped her two sons' heads lightly, and warned seriously: "That is not a place for you to fool around. I will watch you, and you are not allowed to go anywhere."

Moody did not explain too much, he walked into the Floo Network and went directly to Dumbledore. If everything goes well, Sirius will take Kreacher to meet them at Grimmauld Place.

At the Ministry of Magic, Roger signaled to Minister Amelia that they were about to leave. The Minister nodded slightly, not intending to join the trip to the secret cave, but instructed Dawlish to go with them.

Roger turned his head and looked at Daphne, asking: "Should we take you home, or..."

"Can't I go?" Daphne's face was full of unhappiness. She looked at Roger's firm refusal and nodded helplessly. "You must be careful. I will go back through the Floo Network in a while."

"Yeah." Roger nodded, and then walked out of the Ministry of Magic with Sirius and Dawlish. Kreacher followed him carefully, not daring to leave his master's side for a moment.

Sirius and Dawlish took out flying brooms in an empty place, and gradually rose into the night with the caress of the night wind.

Roger slowly took out a magic carpet from his robe and put a set of exquisite tea sets on it. He lit the fire and signaled Kreacher to make tea for him.

In this way, under the cover of the night, they cleverly avoided the eyes of Muggles and flew to Grimmauld Place.

Dawlish turned his head to look behind from time to time, and saw Roger lying comfortably on the magic carpet, with his legs leisurely raised, as if enjoying the flight. Kreacher was busy boiling water and washing tea sets for his master, looking like a loyal house elf.

He scratched his short hair and whispered, "Don't young wizards like flying brooms now?"

Sirius didn't answer, but snorted coldly, expressing his contempt and disdain for magic carpets. In his opinion, magic carpets are tools that witches use and lack masculinity. A real man should ride a flying broom, or even a cooler motorcycle.

When he thought of motorcycles, he couldn't help but get angry. The motorcycle he gave to Hagrid was burned.

Feeling the atmosphere a bit dull, Dawlish tried to find a topic to break the silence: "Hey, what was that thing you just used?"

"Magic phone." Sirius's answer was short and direct, and his mind was obviously still on the destroyed motorcycle.

"Phone? The name is indeed a bit strange. Isn't electricity something that Muggles use?" Dawlish commented with a hint of sarcasm, and then continued the awkward chat without caring: "Is there a place in the magic world to buy it? It looks much more convenient than the paper airplanes and paper cranes we use in the Ministry."

Sirius turned his head and looked at Dawlish with a teasing look, "It's sold in Borgin and Burke's in Knockturn Alley. One is 100 Galleons. Can you afford it?"

After saying that, he lowered the broom, accelerated instantly, and distanced himself from Dawlish.

"What an unpopular wizard." Dawlish looked at his back and sighed softly, "The Black family always produces some annoying guys."

"Would you like to come up and sit?" Roger picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea gently.

Dawlish shook his head. He was an Auror. How could he sit on the magic carpet? If other wizards saw him, they would think he had lost his fighting spirit.

Roger smiled and introduced, "The telephone that Sirius used was actually made by me."

"You made it?" Dawlish slowed down and walked with the magic carpet, "Why have I never seen it in the Flash Golem House... No, the witch in your store has one."

His memory suddenly flashed back to a certain scene, and he had indeed seen this device in Roger's store.

"Yes, it was left there for easy communication." Roger nodded, and then said, "I made it a long time ago, and then gave it to Borgin and Burke for consignment. However, the market response was not good, and he only sold 3 units."

"Is the price too high?" Dawlish asked curiously.

"It shouldn't be." Roger hesitated for a moment, then muttered, "The wholesale price I gave him was 10 Galleons per unit. As for the specific selling price, I don't know."

Dawlish's eyes lit up slightly, thinking that he could report to the Minister after returning, or maybe buy a few units for the Auror Office to try.

Half an hour later, they arrived at Grimmauld Place. Before the magic carpet completely landed, Roger noticed the iconic silver white beard of Headmaster Dumbledore.

"Headmaster?" Roger shouted in surprise, "Are you going too?"

Dumbledore nodded, with a kind smile on his face: "I saw your story through the mirror. Regulus is indeed a hero in the magic world."

"He used his life to expose Voldemort's conspiracy. And the house elf behind you is also worthy of praise." He turned his gentle eyes to Kreacher and whispered, "Kreacher, can you take us to the cave?"

Kreacher looked at Roger, with a loyal light flashing in his eyes. At the hint of his master, he nodded decisively in agreement.

At this time, Moody and Lupin arrived with Harry. Moody's magic eye turned in his eye socket, scanning the surrounding environment. He felt that the Black ancestral home might not be safe, and it would be better for Harry to go with them.

Harry looked at Roger calmly, and even showed a friendly smile on his face. In his opinion, compared to Snape and Malfoy who often cause trouble for him, Roger is easier to get along with.

At least Harry can be sure that Roger will definitely not associate with Voldemort and the Death Eaters. Otherwise, he would not destroy Voldemort's Horcruxes and expose his true face.

Dumbledore took out the lights-out device from his robe, and with a few "clicks, clicks" sounds, the lights on the street went out one after another.

He suddenly felt a chill behind him, turned his head and saw that it was Roger who was staring at his lights-out device.

"Headmaster, this must be very valuable, right?" Roger asked softly, "It's unprecedented to be able to take away the light source. There must be no more magical prop in the magic world."

Dumbledore coughed a few times and quickly put the De-Lighter back into his robe. Roger's eyes followed the De-Lighter reluctantly until it completely disappeared into the headmaster's sleeves, and then he slowly withdrew his sight.

Dumbledore had long noticed that Roger had a kind of goblin-like greed for treasures. He secretly guessed in his heart that the relics of the founders of the four colleges of Hogwarts might have been collected by Roger. Among them, the Sword of Gryffindor was given by himself... No, it was borrowed.

Even the ghost of Ravenclaw was kidnapped by him by unknown means. Unexpectedly, his De-Lighter was targeted by him as soon as it appeared.

He did not directly answer Roger's question, but shouted to everyone: "Get on the flying broom and let Kreacher take us to the cave."

"We can use Apparition to go there." Sirius said anxiously.

Lupin patted his shoulder and reminded him, "Rogge and Harry haven't taken the Apparition course from the Ministry of Magic yet."

So Sirius had to follow the magic carpet, enduring the cold wind in the sky, watching Rogge drinking tea and reading books leisurely.

"Can't you hurry up?" Black shouted, "I remember you have a pair of alchemical wings."

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry." Rogge shook his head and firmly rejected his proposal, "The maximum speed of the magic carpet is like this, it has nothing to do with me."

"Next time I'll get a large-scale transportation tool to avoid complaints from group travel." He said half-jokingly, but he was already thinking about what to choose as a blueprint.

Sirius was frustrated and had no choice but to return to the team.

Although there were not many people, the wizards of the Order of the Phoenix remained highly vigilant and protected Harry tightly in the middle.

Sirius was in front of Harry, Lupin and Moody were on the left and right sides respectively, and Headmaster Dumbledore was personally at the end of the team. If there were more people, wizards could even be arranged to protect Harry above and below his head.

As for Roger, only Dawlish was flying with him. He looked back from time to time and looked at Dumbledore riding a flying broom.

Roger thought to himself that if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that the headmaster with silver hair and beard would also travel on a broom.

After all, in most people's impressions, Dumbledore usually uses Apparition, Floo Network or Portkey to travel, and his phoenix Fawkes can take him anywhere.

"What would it look like if the headmaster stood on a skateboard and flew?" Roger thought secretly, thinking that the scene would be both funny and interesting.

In his mind, the picture of Dumbledore standing on a skateboard and gliding gracefully in the air emerged, and he couldn't help laughing.

Speaking of which, the means of transportation in the magic world have not been innovated for a long time. Even Sirius's flying motorcycle and Arthur's flying car are full of historical weight, not fashionable or cool enough.

Imagine if the skateboard was transformed into a flying tool, it would be warmly welcomed by Hogwarts students. This would not only bring a new travel experience, but also inject youthful vitality into the magic world.

Rogge turned to Dawlish and asked curiously: "Will Aurors also ride flying brooms to fight?"

Dawlish nodded and answered firmly: "Proficient control of flying brooms is a basic skill to become an Auror. Sometimes, wizards also need to fight in the air."

Rogge's eyes flashed with understanding. He still remembered the scene of his first-year summer vacation, when he hurriedly fled over the Quidditch Swamp on a flying broom. To be honest, the cushion on the wooden stick is really not very comfortable, two words: crotch stuck.

Dawlish sincerely suggested: "If you want to be an excellent Auror after graduation, you must travel on a flying broom."

"I have wings." Rogge replied with a smile, leaving Dawlish speechless.

"Actually, I want to ask if it's convenient for you to fight on a broomstick?" Rogge hurriedly said what he was thinking, and tried to test, "If there is a new type of flying tool that can completely free wizards' hands. But..." He looked back and noticed that everyone sat up straight and did not lie on the broomstick to improve aerodynamics. Rogge smiled embarrassedly. After all, the magic carpet pursues stability and comfort. In fact, he didn't want to explore an unfamiliar cave in the middle of the night. Wouldn't it be better to explore during the day? "But what?" Dawlish drew Rogge's attention back to the conversation. "But the speed may be affected." Rogge continued, "It must be faster than the flying broomstick in the later stage, because some auxiliary devices can be added." Dawlish thought for a moment, and then said affirmatively: "If there is such a means of transportation, the Aurors will definitely welcome it."