Without waiting for Roger to pay attention to the surrounding environment, he dropped Lupin in a dazed state with his palm, and pulled out his wand and pointed at Bellatrix covertly...

Bellatrix was attracted by the sound of Professor Lupin falling, and was about to speak, when he suddenly felt his head sink suddenly, and then the world spun around and he could no longer stand unsteadily, and fell unconscious.

Dumbledore looked at the fainting woman, and turned to the boy in surprise.

"What do you want to do?" he asked.

"You can't just bring her to Voldemort, or I'll have to wear a goof," Roger shrugged his shoulders and wand, and controlled the fainted Bellatrix to float, "I just have to give her a break first, and then wake up when it's time for her to play... Anyway, being locked up in Azkaban for more than ten years, it's a good reason to be weak and can't afford to toss. ”

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything more, reached out and picked up Professor Lupin, who was lying on the ground, and walked slowly forward.

Only then did Roger have time to take a look at his surroundings, where they were now standing, like the yard of an abandoned town, with an old war memorial erected in the middle, and a few benches.

"Where is this?" asked Roger, dragging Bellatrix to Dumbledore's footsteps.

"Charming town of Burton, a nice little country place. With brisk steps, the elder Deng led the boy past an empty tavern and several houses. Judging by the bell of a nearby church, it was close to noon.

"So, your secret little stronghold is here?" asked Roger inadvertently.

"Mine? no, of course not... I'd consider moving in again if I could afterwards, but not yet. Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

"So, this is Voldemort's new hideout?" Roger staggered left and right, looking around at the rows of housing. Just now, they turned into a steep, narrow street.

"It's just a place to stay... Turn left," Dumbledore reminded the boy, then continued, "I don't think Voldemort would have wanted to stay in this town if he hadn't been injured and exhausted last night and couldn't run too far." ”

"His life has been confirmed, and if I inform the Ministry of Magic of his escape now, I may get into trouble if I stay in the country. The old man explained.

"Did Snape send you news, when are they going to leave again?" the boy asked.

Dumbledore shook his head, "Not yet, whether it's Snape or Voldemort, last night's battle drained their energy. Even if you want to get there as soon as possible, you have to rest here for at least a day or two, and if something happens to Snape at this time, Voldemort will have no 'help'. He couldn't afford to lose another good tool now. ”

"Alas... I have to wait for Voldemort to be relieved before I can help him come back to life, and I always feel that it is ironic to do so..."Roger sighed, and after a few seconds suddenly asked, "By the way, when you went to pick us up, you arranged for someone to keep an eye on us, right?"

"Of course, at least it's safer... We're here. Dumbledore nodded, and stopped in front of a neat little stone house nestled in the garden.

Roger looked at the house, which he thought was good at first sight, and said with a smile: "Okay, the taste is good, I just picked the best one." ”

"The owner of the house has moved to London, and no one else comes to the house except for someone who comes every morning to help clean it, and the view is good, and the diagonal back of the house is where Voldemort is hiding for easy surveillance. With that, Old Deng opened the hinges of the front door, stepped on the well-tended garden path, opened the door with his wand and walked into the porch.

The people in the house apparently heard the door open, and someone quickly came out to confirm the situation. An old acquaintance, Sirius Black.

He raised his wand vigilantly and peeked out of the living room door, and when he saw who it was, he let go of his vigilance and wand.

"Dumbledore, it's you... Wait, what's wrong with Lupin?" said hello, and Sirius noticed that something was wrong with his old friend.

"Cough, no permanent effects, conservatively estimated to take a few days to recover," Roger waved his hand and raised his chin towards the back window of the living room: "How's the situation over there?"

Blake didn't even care about saying this, and immediately took Lu Ping from Lao Deng's hand and put it on his shoulder, and sent him to the bedroom to put on it and recuperate.

Professor McGonagall, who was doing this surveillance work in the kitchen, stepped out, and after getting a nod from Old Deng, explained softly: "Snape and the mysterious man did not leave the house half a step. After our men had dressed up and gone to the hideout a few times, nothing out of the ordinary, and they hadn't even woken up. ”

"Good~" Roger snapped his fingers, then turned to Lao Deng and said: "There is no emergency, it is useless to stay here now, why don't you come with me and prepare the necessary props for 'taking refuge' with Voldemort..."

"Oh, is that your plan, what do you want to do?" Dumbledore said.

"It's a very simple little conspiracy, if it succeeds, there is no problem in easily solving Voldemort, but there are still one or two execution points that need to be worked out again, but the advantage of this plan is that if it fails, it will not involve Snape, at most it will make Voldemort more cautious about demonizing his resurrection ritual. Roger opened the door to the house as he spoke, waiting for Dumbledore to come out.

Old Deng whispered a few words to Professor McGonagall, and then went out with the boy.

"What remains unsolved?" asked the old man.

"We'll talk about that later, let's go to the Slug & Giggs Apothecary in Diagon Alley first. Roger was out of order, and Dumbledore didn't ask much, grabbing his arm and vanishing into the town that hadn't been there for a long time.

Diagon Alley this season is not as bustling as it was before the start of school, but as England's largest wizarding pedestrian shopping street, even in the off-season, wizards will come and walk around after a long time at home. So in general, the streets are not deserted.

An old man and a young man stood at the door of the pharmacy, and Roger looked through the window to see the furnishings inside as unchanged as the night before, and suddenly felt as if something important had been forgotten by him... What's going on?

The creature frowned and thought for a moment, shook his head to put the question behind him, then asked Dumbledore to wait for him outside the door, and then pushed the door open and walked in alone.

As soon as the shopkeeper looked up, he immediately recognized the Hogwarts skipper who had come to buy the Elixir of Joy in the middle of the night.

"What? Come and buy the Elixir of Joy again? So many bottles were sold out in two days, and the demand for Hogwarts is so great?" The shopkeeper's eyes widened strangely, and then he explained regretfully: "It's a pity that there are no more, the two dozen sold to you the day before yesterday are already in stock, and I haven't had time to make new potions yet." ”

"It's okay, anyway, I didn't come to buy the Joy Elixir this time..."Roger waved his hand indifferently, and then lowered his voice and asked secretly: "I came here mainly to ask, do you have any stock here for the compound decoction?"

"What are you doing with this, little kid, but the Polyjuice Potion is one of the potions that the Ministry of Magic has legislated to prohibit the sale of. The shopkeeper's face immediately changed, and he looked at the boy and said honestly.

Roger took out the small bag he had prepared before in his arms, threw it into the arms of the shopkeeper, and then turned his fake hand on his body: "Oops, why is my wallet missing, that's more than three hundred gold gallons~"

The shopkeeper who subconsciously caught the bag suddenly couldn't help but flip the heavy small package twice, and the pleasant sound made by the impact of the gold coins made him cough dryly: "What, we are a serious business, and we don't sell those illegal drugs." ”

"I lost the money, you lost the medicine, this is not a deal, but a loss for the two of us~" Roger raised his eyebrows at the shopkeeper.

"Ahem..."The shopkeeper couldn't help coughing dryly, leaned over like a thief, and asked in a whisper, "Then, how much do you want?"

"Give me five gallons to taste. Roger said directly.

"Five gallons, can you just sell it to me?" The shopkeeper wanted to throw back the money bag in his hand after a while: "This money is at most three bottles, and I'll change you to a larger bottle, no less than five ounces each." ”

"Deal!" Roger readily agreed.

Maintaining the deformation state with the compound decoction, each sip can last about an hour, fifteen fluid ounces are about 426 milliliters, which is more than the capacity of a bottle of Coke, and if the time is allocated, it can last for several days, enough to support the entire planned operation.

After the shopkeeper put the money away, he went upstairs, and after a while, he came down with three small iron wine jugs: "Hurry up and put it on, so that no one can see it." ”

"The flask was prepared early in the morning, wasn't it? and said you don't sell forbidden potions?" Roger took the potion and smiled teasingly at the shopkeeper.

"I'm going to keep it for myself, and I'm not thinking about selling people at all. The shopkeeper excused himself with some crampedness.

"Yes, I know, I know," Roger grinned, clutching the flask and about to push the door out, but the shopkeeper stopped him from behind.

"You wait... Yesterday a little girl came to me and asked me if I knew where you had been. It's the Hogwarts student named Roger Collins. ”

"Also called Roger?" The thing was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered Hermione who was thrown in the cauldron bar by herself, and suddenly became a little big: "What else did she say?"

"I didn't say anything, I just looked a little angry, you should pay attention when you go back to school, the girl is really ruthless, but it's very, very scary..."

Roger smacked his lips, pushed the door and walked out. At this time, there is no time to care about this anymore, hurry up and get Voldemort done, there is still a big thing waiting to be done.

Outside the shop, Dumbledore was standing outside the babbling owl pet shop across from the potion shop, gazing intently at the various birds inside.

After the boy stood beside him, the old man said slowly in a reminiscing tone: "When I was a child, I always wanted to have an owl of my own. But at that time, the family's financial situation was not very good, my brother and I had to go to school, and my mother's health was not very good, so our family had to share one... Later, I had Fox again, so I still haven't been able to have an owl of my own. ”

"You're not satisfied that you have a phoenix, so when you retire, clean up the aviary for Hogwarts, and watch it for as long as you want." Now, help me see what these three bottles are. Roger couldn't help but taunt the old man, and then handed the flask in his hand.

Dumbledore unscrewed the lid one by one and sniffed it, and almost immediately said, "Polyjuice potion? What are you buying this for?"

"That's right," Roger said with a smug smile on his lips, "I'll become Bellatrix, and you can just become any person... When the time comes, we'll go straight to Voldemort's escape team. ”

Dumbledore's eyebrows furrowed, his sharp eyes glowing thoughtfully behind the half-moon lenses, and after a moment, he said, "It's not going to work... Our presence in Voldemort's presence at such times would not only make him instantly suspicious, but it might also make him suspect that Snape had slipped through. ”

"No, no, no, it's not that we are going to reach him, it's that he wants to come to us. Roger shook his finger and said with a smile on his face: "Although the Ministry of Magic has blocked the news and has not let the public know that Azkaban has been robbed, it doesn't mean that the people inside the Ministry of Magic don't know, right?"

"We can send a wizard who knows the news to Voldemort and ask him to torture him to learn that the most heartfelt Death Eater has escaped from prison with the help of someone else, and we can also spread the word about where the witch of Bellatrix has been haunted. When the time comes, it will not be us who will look for him, but he will come for us..."

"No, no, no, it's not that we are going to reach him, it's that he wants to come to us. Roger shook his finger and said with a smile on his face: "Although the Ministry of Magic has blocked the news and has not let the public know that Azkaban has been robbed, it doesn't mean that the people inside the Ministry of Magic don't know, right?"

"We can send a wizard who knows the news to Voldemort and ask him to torture him to learn that the most heartfelt Death Eater has escaped from prison with the help of someone else, and we can also spread the word about where the witch of Bellatrix has been haunted. When the time comes, it will not be us who will look for him, but he will come for us..."