A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

A faint white mist emerged from the tea cup on the table, like a thin veil lingering between them.

"If you get the dragon crystal mirror, everyone will doubt me." Rogge said with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Buck, I am just a student at Hogwarts. I can't bear such a huge... pressure. So, in principle, I can’t sell the magic mirror to you.”

Buck keenly picked up on the undertones of words. Aren't principles meant to be broken at some point? Otherwise, what is the point of establishing principles?

Disagreeing in principle means adding conditions to bypass agreeing in principle. Agreed in principle, it means analyzing the specific situation in detail.

He thought for a moment, and then responded in a sincere and firm tone: "We have great respect for principles, which are the basis for any business."

"So, besides us, other people can also buy this magic mirror, right?" Buck had a sly smile on his face, with a shrewd light in his eyes, "For example, the Magical Congress of the United States of America."

"Them? Of course they have no restrictions, but it has nothing to do with you, right?" Rogge tried.

"Hahaha, of course it doesn't matter, I swear to Merlin." Buck's laughter echoed in the room, staring into Rogge's eyes, "I promise, no one will cause trouble for you."

He slowly took out a letter from his pocket. The logo of the Magical Congress of the United States of America is printed on the front of the letter, which is a pair of blooming blue wings dotted with golden stars. Underneath the wings are white stars and red and white stripes.

Rogge even suspected that this logo was just a random modification of the Stars and Stripes. He picked up his wand and waved it, and the letter jumped out of the envelope and spread flat in the air.

The content inside it is surprisingly simple, MACUSA ordered itself a dragon crystal mirror. At the same time, they are still in contact with the British Ministry of Magic to discuss purchasing the light and shadow powder formula.

"Tomorrow morning, the newspapers in the wizarding world will report this matter." Buck showed a proud smile on his face and said in a joking voice: "The Death Eaters will kill 'him' on the east coast and take away the Dragon Crystal Demon." mirror."

"Simple and efficient method, no one will know that we have ever had such a transaction." He whispered, helping Rogge eliminate all suspicion: "The person who purchased the dragon crystal mirror was the Magic Congress of the United States of America, but the news was exposed. It was just snatched away by us.”

Then, he took out a sea chart from his robe. The lines and marks on it seemed ancient and mysterious. He gently wiped away a fog on the east coast with his finger, revealing the red cross mark underneath.

"Look at this, this is the location of the sunken ship Central America." Buck's fingertips tapped the red cross lightly, his tone full of temptation, "It is said that there were at least 9 tons of gold on the sunken ship, and countless more. Precious jewelry.”

"A few years ago, the Muggles found its location and salvaged some of the treasures." There was a hint of greed in his words, as if he had brought the entire sunken ship to Rogge's eyes: "But, most of it Treasures lie quietly on the seabed, waiting to be discovered.”

To prove his words, he took out a heavy gold brick from his pocket. It has numbers such as 1857 printed on it, shining with an alluring light. They were salvaged from the sunken ship, and the Muggle captain quickly revealed where they were hidden under the Imperius Curse.

"This is just a deposit." Buck smiled and pointed to more foggy waters on the chart, "Spanish Armada, Vasa, Royal Traveler... As long as you name the sunken ship in the nearby waters, it will Tell you the location of the treasure."

His words were full of temptation, as if the treasures sleeping at the bottom of the sea were within reach. He firmly believed that the gold and jewelry would eventually flow into the Travis family's treasury.

A flash of light flashed in Rogge's eyes, and he became very interested in this chart. Its working principle is similar to the Marauder's Map in Hogwarts, but obviously, this map's search range is wider, and the target is changed from living people to sunken ships.

"When a shipwreck occurs, countless lives are sunk along with the treasure. The gold is stained with the strong emotions of the deceased, and can be cast into galleons as long as it is given to the goblins."

"This is no ordinary gold." Buck's voice carried an irresistible allure.

Rogge took a deep breath, trying to calm the fluctuations in his heart, and finally gently put the chart back on the table. He stared at Buck and was silent for a long time, a fierce struggle going on in his heart.

"Are you excited? Very excited!" He asked himself, he could not let go of the treasures on the seabed easily.

But, can a dragon crystal mirror be exchanged for such a magical sea map? Rogge was not blinded by greed, he was keenly aware of the smell of conspiracy.

"When will the American wizard come?" Rogge finally asked, his voice calm, but his heart was full of vigilance.

"Should I be able to make it tomorrow afternoon?" Buck's brisk tone contained a hint of heaviness. He blinked at Rogge frequently, as if he wanted to send some kind of message to Rogge.

"I understand." Rogge raised his hand secretly, signaling his uncle to continue to be a Death Eater, "I can accept the chart, but your deposit must also arrive at the same time."

"Deposit?" Buck raised his voice, obviously not understanding his nephew's request.

"Central America." Rogge tapped the chart with his knuckles, with unquestionable determination in his voice: "Since you know its location, why don't you just bring it here? What if this chart is fake? , at least I won’t suffer too heavy a loss.”

"If it doesn't work, forget it." He stood up and pretended to leave.

Buck was obviously surprised by Roger's request, but he made a quick decision. He grabbed Rogge and hurriedly agreed: "Okay, you will see the sunken ship!"

"No, it's the treasure inside." Rogge corrected, maintaining his greedy persona.

"Humph." Buck's eyes flashed coldly and he left the manor without looking back.

He glanced at the vacant land covered with weeds not far away. The old manor of the Travis family had turned into dust and disappeared in the long river of time. Not far away, the more gorgeous new manor shone in the sun.

"Tomorrow afternoon..." Rogge whispered to himself, his fingers gently playing with the chart, and the vague sound in his mouth was not very clear.

The materials for the dragon crystal magic mirror are very cheap. You only need a gorgeous rococo mirror, and then apply magic in sequence. Rogge left his signature "002, R.T." behind the mirror.

He stared into the magic mirror, folding his arms across his chest, wondering if he should leave a backdoor in the magic mirror. Such as a locating spell to be able to track the location of the magic mirror if necessary.

"What's wrong?" Hermione put on her robe casually, leaned on Roger's shoulder, and looked at herself in the mirror curiously.

She turned sideways and admired her curves and smooth white skin. She was completely unaware that once the Dragon Crystal Mirror was activated, people in the entire magical world would be able to see what she looked like at this moment.

"This is the dragon crystal mirror used for live broadcast..." Rogge's words suddenly shocked Hermione.

"Ah!" She screamed, quickly wrapped her robe tightly, and escaped from the range of the mirror, "Why didn't you tell me earlier! This is terrible, what will happen to me in the future..."

"Don't worry, it's not turned on yet." Rogge gently pulled her back into his arms, warming her somewhat cold body while comforting her frightened soul.

After thinking about it, he finally gave up the idea of ​​leaving a back door. The dragon crystal magic mirror is essentially a commodity and naturally has the property of property rights. Just like a magic wand, even if the wizard who uses it is a dark devil who does all evil, the seller has no right to monitor or take it back.

And, this is one of his works. Rogge doesn’t want any flaws in the works he sells. He must make sure that his work is in perfect condition when it comes time to sell it.

After realizing this, he felt that the shackles in his heart were suddenly broken, and his mental power also increased slightly.

Like a liberated beast, it comes out of the body again. It surged out from the depths of his soul and turned into an invisible purple-black gauze, covering every inch of Rogge's skin.

The power slowly extended and touched Hermione. Her chest was gradually dyed with this purple-black light, and it spread quickly throughout her body.

"Yeah!" Hermione couldn't help shouting.

Her body seemed to be wrapped in purple-black mist, and she felt that she was completely out of control, being pulled by Rogge's powerful mental power. The small maroon light spot deep in the soul was touched by Rogge's mental power and slowly rotated.

It is gently caressed, swallowed, and then slowly surfaced again, and so on.

At this moment, everything about her was controlled by Rogge. In the resonance of spiritual power, her body and soul were deeply marked with purple-black traces.

Roger picked her up and guided Hermione's mental growth in a more comfortable way. As they blended and resonated more and more deeply, Rogge discovered an invisible line in the core of the maroon light group.

He followed the line deeper and was surprised to find that the other end was connected to Ariana with ash-colored wings. Rogge quickly controlled his mental power and retreated to avoid causing unnecessary trouble.

On the steps outside the library, Ariana was reading intently. Suddenly, she felt a tremor in her heart. She immediately put down the book and looked around with vigilant eyes. There was a dark light in her eyes, as if looking for some invisible threat.

"Is it an illusion?" She raised her head, looked through the quiet air of the library, and landed on the celestial sphere not far away, and she couldn't help but frown.

Naturally, she didn't know about the in-depth magical communication between Roger and Hermione, but she was just curious about what kind of experiment could promote the rapid growth of Hermione's magic power.

Based on his own personal experience, Rogge could tell that Hermione's magical qualifications were extraordinary. He had never aroused such strong spiritual resonance in Fleur and Daphne.

However, Hermione's body was not strong, and she quickly weakened like an ordinary witch. If it were Fleur, with her body of Veela blood, she might be able to fight Rogge for 300 rounds.

Rogge did not force Hermione to bear more than she could bear, but was pondering the mystery of this spiritual resonance. The first time he released his mental power was on Bathsheda. At that time, he just exploded passively and didn't know how to control it at all.

Fortunately, Bathsheda was tolerant and gentle enough to slowly stabilize his violent mental power.

Rogge licked his lips, recalling the time he spent with Bathsheda. The mental obsession was far deeper than the physical impulse. When he thinks of the night in the green forest, strong fluctuations will occur in his mental power. It was as if Bathsheda's spiritual power was a powerful catalyst that he couldn't give up.

He looked down and saw that Hermione was already fast asleep. The magic power in her body is still growing, making her look even more beautiful. Rogge put a blanket on her gently, for fear of disturbing her rest, and then quietly left the room.

Ariana looked at Rogge's back and muttered to herself: "They won't..."

Ariana couldn't help but feel curious when she thought about that embarrassing possibility. She took advantage of Rogge's opportunity to leave and secretly opened the door to the celestial sphere. The sight in front of her made her exclaim in a low voice: clothes scattered on the floor, and Hermione sleeping on the recliner.

"They're not married yet!" Ariana whispered, quietly exiting. She finally understood what the so-called experiment was.

She recalled that when she lived in the Fertile Plains, she had also heard the story of the miller's daughter who lost her virginity in the spring heap. Even, that girl was younger than Hermione and got married at the age of fourteen.

On the other side, Roger walked into the room seriously. He sat by the window and carefully maintained his unicorn wand. Rosewood, Kirin Heartstrings, 12 inches.

Compared with Harry's Phoenix Wand, it has no twin brother; compared with the Elder Wand made by Death, it cannot resist the Unforgivable Curse. However, it is equally noble.

When Rogge held it, there was no awkwardness at all, as if he was holding another part of his body. He could clearly feel the fine texture on the wooden staff and the strength of the Qilin's heartstrings beating under the magic power.

There is an indescribable tacit understanding between this wand and him, and Rogge can completely trust it no matter where he is.

Then, he took out Gryffindor's sword, and the sword shone silvery white in the moonlight. The complex pattern on the sword hilt is inlaid with a huge ruby ​​at the end to balance the weight of the sword.

Holding it in one hand, Rogge came to the courtyard and danced with fierce moves under the moonlight. The blade draws out red and green light and shadow, representing the power it has swallowed: the poison of the basilisk and the fire of the phoenix.

Every movement and every step he made was extremely precise, as if he had made a perfect sword move adjusted with a measuring stick. Stepping down powerfully with his right foot, his body instantly moved three steps laterally.

He twisted his upper body and swung the sword powerfully. The sword blade cut through the wind, and a clear and sweet sword sound came. The red and green lights and shadows swayed out like watercolors, blocking the moonlight.

The man slowed down, and the sword also slowed down.

Rogge took a deep breath and silently inserted it into the scabbard made of dragon skin. Although this set of swordsmanship seemed perfect to others, Rogge himself was not satisfied.

His teacher Alex once told him that the sword was too light for him. However, Rogge felt that the problem was not the weight of the sword, but his inability to perform sword skills instinctively.

His steps are gorgeous, the sword flower is as beautiful as a rose, and the light and shadow from the sword are like a brilliant rainbow. But under this beautiful appearance, it is just a mechanical dance, lacking real soul and intuition.

Rogge understood that his swordsmanship was not on track from beginning to end. He has always relied on physical strength, precise control, and the power of Gryffindor's sword to slaughter the weak.

He realizes that he needs a stronger teacher or enemy to help him grow. Unfortunately, there is none here. In the world of Hogwarts, wizards fight with magic, and Muggles win with guns. sword? A remnant of the past era.

Rogge's heart slowly calmed down, and his weapons were ready, just waiting for the enemy to come.

He gave some daggers to the elves at home and ordered them to practice backstabbing the scarecrow with apparation in preparation for the upcoming battle.

"Voldemort, will you come?" He looked at the moon in the sky and asked silently in his heart.

The moon didn't answer his question, and neither did the wind. No one in the manor on Midsummer Night could give him the answer.

He stood alone in the darkness, guarding the silence of the manor. Hermione slept deeply, and her dreams were equally beautiful. Outside the manor, someone was thinking about Rogge, and Rogge was also thinking about them.