A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Rogge nodded in agreement. This kind of weapon that can continuously grow is a very buggy ability in any world.

Now, this sword has combined the poison of the basilisk and the blazing flame of the phoenix. It is undoubtedly the most powerful treasure in the entire magical world.

The only fly in the ointment is that there is a lack of magical creatures in this world that are powerful enough to continue to promote the devouring evolution of the sword, which makes its growth path seem to have come to an end.

Belinrum rubbed his hands, his eyes shining with anticipation, and asked softly: "Since this is your first time controlling an airship, you must not be very proficient at controlling an airship, right? How about..."

"Why don't I take you with me?" Rogge interrupted with a smile, having already understood its intention, "Tell me, are you going to do smuggling business?"

"Hey, how can you say it so harshly!" the goblin immediately retorted, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, "We paid the money, and we don't plan to sell it in the British magic world. Besides, the goblin runes on the airship are all Helped to make it for free.”

"I have paid the freight in advance, or you can return the rune money to me." Bellinrum thought he knew Rogge very well. Like a fairy, he would never pay for an extra Knut.

Roger thought for a moment and finally agreed to its proposal. On the one hand, if the flight encounters a problem, the Goblin King can fix it immediately. On the other hand, he really needed to find a secluded hiding place for the airship.

"Let's set sail!" Rogge stood in the cockpit at the head of the airship, constantly pushing and pulling the control rod to make it slowly rise.

Bellinrum stood on the top floor of the airship, whispering a spell to the forest above his head. It was a very complex Elvish language, with every syllable filled with trills and glides, some of which were even pronounced in ways Rogge had never heard before.

As the airship slowly ascends, the forest canopy automatically recedes to both sides like an undulating green ocean, gradually revealing the mysterious gelatinous layer where plants take root.

Soon, the top of the airship came into contact with the ground. Bellinrum climbed up with a series of funny and dexterous movements, its fingers gently tracing several unique arcs.

Just like a magician lifting a curtain, the translucent layer split open, revealing a just-right gap. Rogge, who was in the cab, saw this and his eyes widened in surprise.

He never expected that there was a lake hidden above this layer of earth's crust. Acting quickly, he pulled another lever, sealing the upper hood to prevent lake water from seeping in.

Looking at Bellinrum coming back, he asked curiously: "This is a crater, right?"

"I won't tell you." Bellinrum shook his head firmly, "No one can open it except the Goblin King."

Roger stared at the clear and transparent lake outside the cab window, becoming more convinced of his guess.

A volcanic crater is often a huge indented pit. Over time, the magma cools and snow and rain accumulate, eventually forming a Tianchi.

However, because it is far away from rivers, it is usually not inhabited by fish. Unless some careless eagle accidentally dropped the caught fish in it, or someone deliberately released it.

The airship slowly emerged from the water, and then rose steadily to the sky. Rogge looked at the typical crater shape below, turned to Bellinrum, and said confidently: "Look at the shape of the mountain below. Even if you don't say it, it has already told me."

"I just want to know, is this volcano dead or alive?"

Belinrum scratched his hair and said to himself with confusion: "Can mountains talk? No, Rogge must be deceiving me! Is it because of the magma lake that made him suspicious?"

"It is alive." Under Rogge's questioning, Bellinrum hesitated for a moment and finally gave the answer, "The minerals near the volcano are more abundant, so we will dig some caves there. Every volcano The bottom of it may become the palace of our goblins.”

"Uh..." Rogge was a bit dumbfounded. The more you say this, the more it proves that underneath this volcano is the Goblin Palace.

But he did not point it out, but continued to familiarize himself with the intricate operating levers on the bridge. At the same time, he asked with concern: "What will you fairies do if the volcano erupts? Isn't there no place to escape?"

"Last time I heard, Gringotts was almost destroyed by magma."

"Rumor! This is completely a rumor!" Bellinrum's emotions became excited and it retorted loudly, "This must be spread by those guys in our Finance Department. They always want to get their hands into Gringotts."

"We are a bank, and a private bank. We will never accept the management of wizards!" Bellingrum emphasized.

"Besides, that magma eruption must have been caused by your wizards!" It said firmly, "We goblins have unique monitoring methods and can get early warning before the volcano erupts."

"If necessary, we can also disperse the pressure inside the volcano. As long as it continues to flow magma outward, there will be no sudden eruption."

Rogge quickly asked: "What if you want the volcano to erupt in advance?"

"Erupt in advance!" Bellinrum couldn't help shouting, obviously shocked by this question, "Roger, do you know how dangerous this is?"

"Oh, I was just talking casually." Rogge replied lightly, while adjusting the direction of the airship and heading east. "You know, the ash produced when a volcano erupts will seriously affect food production."

Bellinrum's eyes flickered, and he was silent, not knowing what he was thinking. Perhaps Rogge's words just now gave him inspiration, and made him think about how to use the food crisis to achieve a certain purpose.

There is no essential difference between sailing in the sky and sailing on the sea, and both can rely on astronomy to determine the position and route.

But this is the end of the 20th century, and Rogge does not intend to abandon modern navigation equipment and instead study ancient skills such as sextants, compasses and nautical charts.

Admittedly, the reliability of these traditional tools is unquestionable, but they require a wealth of knowledge to master. For example, the sextant is used to measure the altitude angle of celestial bodies to determine the latitude of the ship; the marine clock accurately records the time to calculate the precise position... In essence, they are all computational problems composed of countless trigonometric functions.

Rogge prefers to use them as spare tires, and is used to using satellite navigation to determine the position, pitot tubes to measure speed, and gyrocompasses to provide headings. Laziness is also a ladder to progress.

He took a look and found that the journey from their current position to the Far East was about 8,000 kilometers. The distance from the British magic world to the Far East is 10,000 kilometers, which means that the goblin palace is not located in the magic world.

However, Rogge has no time to think deeply about this problem now, because there are too many operating levers on the console, and he can hardly leave half a step.

"Can't you simplify these operating levers?" Rogge complained helplessly.

"This is not a requirement in the blueprint."

"Then can't you make a cruise control?"

"This is not a requirement in the blueprint."

"What about the chair? It's not difficult to add a chair, right?"

"This is not a requirement in the blueprint..."

No matter how many opinions Rogge puts forward, Bellinrum repeats the same answer, as if it will not make any changes outside the design blueprint.

The design blueprint it got mainly focuses on the structure of the airship. As for the control, just make a few connecting rods to meet the basic functions.

"Even if it's just a rudder, it's ten thousand times better than this pile of pull rods!" Rogge was almost driven crazy by the complicated and ineffective operation logic.

Who can tolerate stopping first when turning and descending first when accelerating. Moreover, it does not support simultaneous operation of multiple levers. The previous lever must be completed before the next lever can be executed.

"I swear to Merlin that I will rebuild the entire set of controls after I go back. The set you made can only be described as shit!" Rogge was in a hurry to control the airship and had to work hard to deal with the fierce turbulence in the huge turbulence.

He did not believe a word that the products of goblins must be fine. Obviously, unless he made a clear request, Bellingrum would not take the initiative to make improvements even if he knew the problem, and did not show any subjective initiative at all.

Fortunately, the magic airship surpassed the Muggle aircraft in all other aspects. Once it passed through the stratosphere and entered the mesosphere, the cruising speed of the airship could reach Mach 2, about 2,400 kilometers per hour. This not only eliminated noise, but also made the field of vision wider.

"Rogge~ Can... can you lower the altitude a little... It's too cold." Bellingrum shivered with cold, curled up into a ball, and kept blowing his nose.

"Blame...blame someone!" Rogge said with a cold face, "If we want to fly fast, we have to fly at this altitude."

They are not facing the small English Channel or the Atlantic Ocean, but across the entire Eurasian continent. Without the help of the Floo Network or the Portkey, they must rely on the magic airship to fly one meter at a time.

Moreover, Rogge must rush back to Hogwarts before the morning bell rings and appear in class on time. This round trip, a total of 16,000 kilometers, even if flying at twice the speed of sound, it will take a long time of seven hours.

Therefore, the airship has to maintain a higher altitude and shuttle through the middle layer of the atmosphere in the severe cold of minus 50 degrees.

"Use, use the wand..." Rogge's movements are like dancing a mechanical dance. He laboriously took out the extra wand from the traceless expansion pack, and then threw it hard to Bellinrum.

"It seems to be Ron's." The low temperature made Rogge's thinking slow. He gritted his teeth and put a bubble head spell on himself to continue to control.

The harsh environment at high altitude is not only severe cold, but also thin oxygen. More importantly, the miser Bellingrum did not cast any additional protective spells on the airship. Now, the airship is like a leaky shuttle, bumping in the high-speed flight in the middle layer.

"I need to invent a warming spell..." Rogge lost his mind unconsciously.

Bellingrum hesitated for a moment, and finally grabbed the wand. It held the wand tightly with both hands, and a warm flame soon emerged from the tip of the wand.

This small flame quickly dispelled the coldness of the body and melted the frost on the beard. It ran quickly to Rogge and told itself not to cry.

It was like a little match girl selling matches... No, like a little girl selling matches, staring at the wand itself in a daze, with desire in its eyes. How many years... How many years has the Goblin King not used a wand.

"If the Ministry of Magic knows..." Bellingrum's words were just beginning, and Rogge interrupted them abruptly.

"Stay away from me, don't burn the joystick!" Roger's voice carried a hint of joking warning, "If we crash the plane - or the boat, I won't care about you."

He continued with a sarcastic tone: "Don't forget, we are in the sky now, and the Ministry of Magic's tactics do not apply here. Don't be so easily moved, this wand is not given to you, it is only temporarily loaned to you. use."

"Remember, you have to pay the rental fee!"

Bellinrum was stunned for a moment. Although this is true, can you speak more warmly? After all, it and Rogge are also friends in heaven who share weal and woe.

"Lease fee!" Suddenly, Bellinrum screamed, and a strong wind instantly filled his mouth and mouth.

It coughed, said with red eyes and tears: "Impossible. Even if I, Bellinrum, freeze to death and jump from here, I still can't pay."

After Rogge took back the wand as he wished, Bellinrum finally took out a money bag tremblingly. It was sweating profusely, and the typhoid fever in its body was forced out.

It grabbed the wand and murmured softly: "Well, it's so warm."

"Don't you care about this?" Bellinrum asked curiously and sincerely, waving the wand in his hand.

"No, I care." Rogge shook his head and continued to pour cold water on it, "You are a goblin and I am a wizard. You know, you lose."

"The loser must abide by the responsibility of defeat. This is respect and responsibility for himself."

"If it weren't for the fact that it was too cold and I had to control the airship, I wouldn't have let you touch the wand at all." There was no warmth in Rogge's words, as if the cold high altitude had condensed his heart.

Bellinrum's face became a little gloomy, and the small flame on the tip of the wand in his hand swayed with his emotions. The status of the defeated cannot escape this label, no matter how much wealth they possess.

Rogge looked at Bellinrum's gloomy look and couldn't help laughing, and then continued to rub salt into its wounds: "Bellinrum, maybe you should support the American goblins. They started violating the rules very early. Law, secret use of the wand."

There was an obvious provocation in his words, and he seemed to be testing Bellinrum's bottom line.

"If the Dark Lord wins, wouldn't it be possible to get back the lost right to use the wand? Then, you, the Goblin King, will step down!"

"The Goblin King is the hardest working goblin and the most skilled goblin!" Belinrum immediately retorted, although his tone gradually became deeper.

It is not worried about its throne, but is afraid that if the goblins fail again, they will be deprived of more by the wizard.

Once upon a time, the civilization of goblins was more prosperous than that of wizards. Whether in terms of wealth, magic or forging skills, they were the most outstanding magical race in the world.

However, goblins are not good at fighting by nature, but they still like to rebel. He is simply a typical representative who is both good and fun-loving.

After losing war after war, they gradually lost the skills passed down by their ancestors, and even lost the right to use wands.

Bellinrum could not imagine that if they failed again, the goblins would lose their independence and become slaves to wizards like house elves.

All the wealth they manage must be contributed. Even the underground world will become the home of wizards.

"Rogg, will the Dark Lord win?" it suddenly asked, its voice full of uneasiness.

"Do you think we will lose?" Rogge looked back at it and continued to pull the joystick with absolutely top-notch damping.

He cursed secretly in his mind: "What a magic airship, it's a gym in the air."

Winning and losing, being unable to win and not being able to lose, these are completely four concepts, which confused Bellinrum's head at once. While it was thinking about the meaning behind these words, it was also worried about the future of the goblin.

Voldemort's power is a fact recognized by the wizarding world, and his methods are cruel and tyrannical. But so far, he seems to have deliberately avoided a direct confrontation with Dumbledore, which has Bellingrum wondering what exactly the Dark Lord is running from.

Bellinrum quickly eliminated the "win" option. The goblin could not surrender to the Dark Lord and become a Death Eater. Such a choice was too dangerous and too costly. Having lost too many goblins, they can no longer bear the cost of defeat again.

"Losing?" It hesitated, indicating that this possibility was rapidly rising in its mind.

It looked up at Rogge, who was driving the airship seriously, and thought to himself: "The magic world will not lose, but it needs to win with difficulty; the Dark Lord will not win, and must fight hard not to lose."

Bellinrum has understood that the floor of the wizarding world is the ceiling of the Dark Lord. At this moment, it understood whose allies it should be and whom it should serve.

But then, it fell into deeper tangles.

The Dark Lord's power is simple and direct. If you surrender to him, you can become a Death Eater. The magical world is much more complicated, with Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, Amelia and the Ministry of Magic, the Holy Pure-blood Family...

If you take other magical worlds into account, the situation is like a hodgepodge, and it is difficult to tell which force will win the final victory after victory.

Taking sides is an art, especially taking sides after taking sides correctly.

Belinrum realizes that the goblin's future depends on the choices it makes now, and that these choices must be wise and prudent. It must find an ally who can protect the rights of the goblins while avoiding putting the goblins into greater danger.

The kind face of Dumbledore immediately appeared in Bellinrum's mind. As the greatest white wizard of this century, his kindness won the trust of all magical races.

Dumbledore's reputation and reputation accumulated over the past hundred years are unparalleled. He has never failed or harmed the interests of his allies.

To be honest, Bellinrum's trust in Dumbledore is unwavering. However, this alone is not enough to make him make up his mind.

Because Dumbledore pursues ethereal and abstract things such as love and ideals, while goblins need more direct and tangible benefits.

If Roger knew what he was thinking, he would definitely say jokingly: "You are very good, but I am not worthy."

This is also the reason why the giant leader rejected Dumbledore and chose Voldemort. Dragon skin and lip service to respect cannot change the current situation of the giants being on the verge of extinction.

But as long as they surrender to Voldemort, the flat and fertile land of America will become their paradise. Dumbledore may not have thought of or wanted to give what the giants want, but Voldemort can.