Chapter 473 I Want Rogge Dead!

When Sirius heard this, the struggling movements of his four dog legs froze instantly. Rogge slowly loosened his grip on his dog's neck, and Black landed on all fours, slowly exiting the Animagus form.

Kreacher hid behind Rogge in fear, holding Rogge's clothes tightly, and only dared to stick out half of his head, secretly peeking at Sirius. At this moment, Sirius looked decadent, and the light in his eyes had disappeared.

He knew in his heart that what Rogge said was true. He was the one who abandoned the family first, and then was crossed out of the family register by his mother. But he hated the atmosphere of the Black family, which was full of pure-blood arrogance and arrogance. His family had never treated Muggles equally, and he couldn't stay there for a minute.

He didn't think he was wrong, but were his mother and brother wrong?

"You choose freedom, of course you will lose the right to know the truth." Rogge reminded softly, and just as he was about to say something, Lucius's voice came from the door.

"Sirius, don't be so willful." He scolded in the voice of an elder.

Lucius already had a few strands of silver hair on his temples, and he had not had an easy time during this period.

At the beginning of the summer vacation, he sent Draco to Europe. He claimed that he was going to participate in Quidditch training, but in fact, he was going to avoid the revenge of the Death Eaters.

If it were not for the strong pressure from Amelia and the Ministry of Magic, he would never succumb to Green's "treatment" and accept the request to remove the Dark Mark.

Since the Goyle and Crabbe families were attacked, he has recognized the reality and realized that he can only join the Ministry of Magic without looking back and go all the way to the end.

Amelia specially invited Narcissa (Regulus's cousin) to accept the medal and honor awarded to Regulus by the Ministry of Magic as a family member of a hero. Her purpose is very clear, to let all the pure bloods in the magic world understand that the fanatical pursuit of Voldemort is nothing but a bohemian nightmare, and the Ministry of Magic is their eternal home.

Regardless of whether their choice more than ten years ago was based on their true wishes, the Minister himself and the Ministry of Magic are willing to give them the opportunity to choose again. As for Regulus's brother, Sirius Black... Amelia's eyes fell on the decadent man in front of her and she shook her head secretly.

She knew in her heart that Sirius was a more suitable candidate for invitation, whether from the perspective of bloodline or the status of the Black family. However, he was a loyal follower of Dumbledore and a core member of the Order of the Phoenix

Although he still had the surname of the Black family, he could no longer be a representative of pure-blood wizards. In Amelia's eyes, he had lost the value of invitation.

However, as an experienced politician, when Sirius rushed into the Ministry of Magic and caused a riot, Amelia still treated him with tolerance.

After all, he was still Regulus's brother, and as a family member of a hero, he had the right to express his excitement.

Roger winked at Daphne, and the two of them took Kreacher and quietly retreated to the edge of the stage.

Narcissa looked at Sirius's painful expression, and involuntarily approached him, whispering to comfort him: "Are you... okay?"

Compared to Bella, although Narcissa's position was questionable, at least she could talk. Sirius looked back at his sister and remained silent.

His eyes then fell on Lucius's seemingly harmless face, and he snorted coldly, his eyes full of contempt.

At this time, Amelia came over and whispered to them: "Regulus is the pride of the Black family. He bravely fought against the Dark Lord with his life."

"Narcissa, Sirius." Amelia paused for a moment and took an exquisite wooden box from Percy. "The Ministry of Magic and the Merlin Knights decided to posthumously award Regulus the Order of Merlin, First Class, in recognition of his great contribution to the magic world."

"As his family..." Before she finished speaking, Sirius forcefully pushed away the medal in front of him.

For other wizards, the Order of Merlin, First Class, may be a dream honor, but for the Black family, it is just an everyday item.

Sirius had seen many Orders of Merlin in the utility cabinet of the Black ancestral home. In his opinion, these medals are just commodities for money transactions, and are just lace used to decorate clothes.

Although Regulus's sacrifice gave this medal an extraordinary meaning. However, Black understood that the Ministry of Magic had other thoughts behind the badge. It was not simply an honor awarded to Regulus, but a bargaining chip to redeem the loyalty of pure-blood wizards.

He saw through the true face of Amelia and the Ministry of Magic. They didn't care about Regulus at all. They only cared about their own power.

Sirius had a stinky face and left the camera range of the Dragon Crystal Magic Mirror. Lucius smiled and walked into the center of the picture with his wife Narcissa.

Amelia thought to herself, "What a temper of the eldest son of the Black family. If it weren't for your brother, do you really think you can break into the Ministry of Magic at will?"

She still had a faint smile on her face and handed the second medal to Kreacher.

"Kreacher, this is a reward for your loyalty." Amelia opened the plain box, and a silver-gilt shield badge was inlaid on the black velvet.

Kreacher's first reaction was to look at his master. Roger encouraged him with his eyes and praised him, "This is the honor given to you by the magic world. You are the first house elf in history to have a badge. This honor is much more noble than having your head hung on a plaque."

"Take it quickly." He urged softly.

Kreacher nodded, knelt down at Roger's feet and kissed the upper of his shoes: "Kreacher will always be the most loyal servant of the master, and the master's order is Kreacher's supreme law."

After that, it slowly stood up and respectfully took the badge awarded by Amelia with both hands.

This badge has no official name, but is a small gadget cast casually by the Merlin Sir Corps with the remaining materials of the first-class medal. If it were not for Roger's insistence, it would not even have a specific shape.

But for Kreacher, the meaning of this badge far exceeds life itself. It represents a kind of glory that the ancestors dreamed of but never touched, and it indicates that Kreacher will become a model for all house-elves in the wizarding world to look up to.

In front of the dragon crystal magic mirror, Amelia praised Regulus's bravery and fearlessness with passion. Then, the three pure-blood wizards remembered the deceased hero together with elegant and solemn tones and gestures.

Do they really understand Regulus? The answer may not be important. Because at this moment, they only need to weave a drama together on the stage to let the wizards watching the live broadcast through the mirror feel their "deep affection" for Regulus.

The remains of the hero sleep in the cold black lake, while politicians are busy using his sacrifice to achieve their own goals. This approach may sound a bit cruel, but in the eyes of rational people, it is just a consensus in the real world.

Today in Voldemort's camp, there are still pure-blood wizards who are loyal to him and serve as his minions. They constitute the backbone of the Death Eaters. For example, Buck, Barty the Younger, Bella, the Lestrange brothers, Cedric...

Compared to werewolves, goblins and other magical races, these pure-blood wizards are the backbone of the Death Eaters and pose the greatest threat to the magic world.

Amelia hopes that through this grand memorial service, those dark wizards will realize that they still have a way back.

In addition, Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix also has to provide assistance. Because everyone in the magic world understands that they will never associate with traditional pure blood.

Voldemort listened to Amelia's passionate speech, and his cold eyes wandered over his men.

"Peter Pettigrew?" His eyes finally fell on Wormtail.

This traitor has the weakest will and is the most afraid of death. However, he has no way to retreat. Neither Harry nor the Ministry of Magic will forgive him.

"Buck? Barty the Younger? Bella?" His scarlet snake pupils shrank slightly, and he swept across the faces of several people one by one.

For these pure-blooded Death Eaters, Voldemort was not sure if their loyalty was as unwavering as Kreacher's.

Voldemort looked at the youngest face here, Cedric. This outstanding student of Hogwarts should have a bright future. He should stand in the Ministry of Magic and climb to a higher position with the help of Diggory.

However, a cruel turn of fate made him kneel in front of Voldemort and become a member of the Death Eaters. If the Ministry of Magic extended an olive branch to him and pardoned his crime of murdering Muggles, Cedric might betray himself without hesitation.

Voldemort sneered, and the hissing sound in his throat made everyone present feel a chill. At this moment, he realized that the loyalty of these pure-blood wizards was not solid.

No! Or rather, their loyalty was firm.

However, they did not support themselves, but the strong who could maintain the glory and power of the pure blood.

"Am I a strong person?" Voldemort asked himself and immediately gave an irrefutable affirmative answer.

He is the most powerful Dark Lord in the current magic world, and even Dumbledore cannot defeat him. His power is enough to make him the leader of pure-blood wizards.

However, there is an unsolvable knot between him and pure-blood wizards: his father is a Muggle.

This fact, like an insurmountable gap, always exists between him and pure-blood wizards.

In order to bury this secret, Voldemort killed countless people. Even in school, he claimed to be the heir of Slytherin, disguised as a pure-blood wizard, and recruited his men.

He thought that no one in the magic world knew his life experience. Even if Dumbledore knew, he would not make it public. Because Dumbledore opposed pure-bloodism, once he revealed Voldemort's half-blood identity to the magic world, he betrayed the equality concept he proposed.

However, Roger is completely different. He comes from a sacred pure-blood family. For him, not opposing half-blood wizards and Muggles is already a radical in the pure-blood family.

Therefore, once he learned of Voldemort's origins, he would spread the news without hesitation. He had both the ability and the motivation to make Voldemort notorious among the pure-blood forces.

No matter how cruelly Voldemort treated Muggles and Muggle-born wizards, he was still a second-class wizard in the eyes of pure-bloods. Because his blood was not pure enough, he did not deserve the loyalty of pure-blood wizards.

His secret was like a bomb in the shape of underwear. After being detonated by Roger, it completely destroyed the cornerstone of his rule over pure-blood wizards.

The more conservative the pure-blood wizards were, the less likely they were to accept him. After all, for pure-bloods, heretics were more worthy of being killed than pagans.

Voldemort sat in a chair and suddenly laughed out loud. At this moment, he felt that his powerful magic power was so powerless. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how cruel he was, he could not get rid of the prejudice of pure-blood wizards.

Unless he killed all the pure-blood wizards in the magic world! He could not erase the prejudice of pure-bloods, so he could only erase the wizards with prejudice.

At this moment, he finally understood Dumbledore's thoughts. He understood why Dumbledore would spare no effort to suppress pure-blood families and promote the magic world to treat half-blood wizards, mudbloods, Muggles and other races equally.

However, he was not worthy of being Dumbledore. Because Dumbledore was a pure-blood wizard, he was born to stand on the right side. And he was just an inferior who hid his background, a clown who tried to erase the truth by killing those who knew the truth.

Voldemort hated his fate very much. He resented why he chose Slytherin College. He should have chosen Gryffindor, or even Hufflepuff. He should have looked for those half-blood wizards and mudbloods who were also suppressed and discriminated against, and let them stand with him.

He realized that he was born to be the opposite of pure blood, and he should also stand on the opposite side of pure blood. But he betrayed his bloodline and chose to walk with pure-blood wizards and become one of them.

When a wizard is not pure blood, but fantasizes that he is pure blood, he becomes a lackey of pure blood.

If his Death Eaters were made up of half-blood wizards and mudbloods, then even Dumbledore would have no reason to stop them from overthrowing the rule of pure blood.

But now it's too late.

Voldemort slowly closed his eyes. He knew that his fate had been decided since he walked to the Slytherin table at the Sorting Ceremony.

He couldn't help but think of Severus Snape. Snape, as a half-blood wizard, was also sorted into Slytherin. If the Sorting Hat was not so smart, Snape should be in Gryffindor, and James and others should be in Slytherin.

The right people always stand in the wrong position. Now thinking about it carefully, he felt that all this could not be explained by coincidence.

"My servants." His voice was still so cold, the rustling outside the door became louder, and the air slowly became colder.

Voldemort's aura, like his cruel methods, affects everything around him all the time. He not only uses words to PUA the Death Eaters, but also puts pressure on them mentally.

"You are all tested Death Eaters. I believe you are absolutely loyal to me." Voldemort's snake pupils slowly swept over everyone, and a cold laugh came out of his throat, "No matter in the past, present or future, I have already met your requirements."

"Power, wealth, status..." He stared at Bella's face and said softly: "And the desire to kill Muggles."

"We are standing here for a common goal, for the interests of pure blood." Voldemort's eyes turned to the door, where new figures joined one after another.

Buck looked around with his peripheral vision, all unfamiliar faces.

"Narrak, the goblin from America." Voldemort regained his dignity and pointed to an empty position in the circle. "Your intelligence deserves the right to hold a wand, as well as other powers deprived by the Ministry of Magic."

"Baldwin, the genius potion master who created the snake man." Voldemort pointed to another empty position in the circle and asked him to stand next to Snape's position. "He will create a steady stream of troops for us."

"Potter." He paused and said in a joking tone, "I hate this surname, but I welcome Mr. Abel Potter, who is one of the twelve Aurors of the Magical Congress of the United States."

Then he introduced more members, including werewolves, vampires and dark wizards from other forces. Dementors floated in the wilderness around the house, playing a warning role to prevent foreign wizards from snooping.

Voldemort continued to introduce new Death Eaters to Buck and others, and his suspicious heart slowly settled down.

By using different races and marginal wizards, he not only expanded his power and satisfied his ambitions, but also made the local Death Eaters understand that even without the help of pure-blood wizards, he was still the Voldemort who could overthrow the wizarding world.

The originally sparse circle was instantly filled with new members. Voldemort's snake pupils finally showed a smile, and he thought to himself: "Does it matter whether pure-blood wizards are loyal or not?"

"It doesn't matter!" He asked himself and answered.

"Giants and centaurs will also join us." Voldemort boasted without hesitation, and did not think they would reject his proposal.

Although everyone swore allegiance to Voldemort, they gathered together to overthrow the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore and various laws. However, the British Death Eaters still looked down on these foreign country bumpkins and inferior races.

"What kind of thing is worthy of begging in our British magic world?" Little Barty glanced at the goblin opposite him, his eyes full of contempt.

Voldemort knew his subordinates' minds very well, but he didn't care about it at all, because all he needed were those useful tools.

"I have developed a plan that can not only change the situation in the British magic world, but also shape the global pattern." Voldemort stood in the middle of the circle and narrated in a majestic and confident tone, "Once successful, we will become the masters of this planet."

"Baldwin, you continue to be responsible for spreading the snake-man virus. At least one million must be prepared by the end of this month. Among them, 100,000 snake-men, I will send to the Isle of Wight."

"Million?"

"What, too much?" Voldemort said coldly immediately.

Baldwin shook his head and said arrogantly: "Master, you need too little. You may not know that the virus spreads exponentially."

"Especially those stupid Muggles, they are dirty and despicable..."

"Enough, prepare your snake army." Voldemort interrupted him with a cold tone.

Baldwin nodded quickly to show his obedience: "Yes, Master."

"Buck, you are responsible for going to Travis Manor and find a chance to contain Roger." Voldemort waved his wand and broke the mirror into pieces.

Buck was startled, but still agreed respectfully: "Yes, my master."

"Narrak, you are responsible for leading the snake man in the underground passage." Voldemort let out a sinister laugh and shouted in a sharp voice: "I want Rogue to die!"

"Master, Rogue is not a trembling little wizard." Buck reminded carefully, "If you can give me full responsibility, I can prepare more comprehensively and will definitely kill Rogue."

"Wormtail will do these things." Voldemort did not agree to Buck's request, but let Wormtail take charge.

Peter looked around with a sly look. So many Death Eaters came at once, which was a good thing for him to hide quietly. However, Voldemort did not give him a chance to slack off.

Hearing that he was asked to lead the snakemen to attack Travis Manor, Peter did not dare to refuse, and could only bite the bullet and ask Voldemort: "Master, will you go?"

"You can do it yourself, I have too much to do." Voldemort turned his head and looked at the broken lenses on the ground, "I want to focus on Harry."

"One hundred thousand snakemen can't flatten a small manor, right?" He stared at Wormtail coldly again, his eyes full of scrutiny, as if judging whether Peter was a waste.