A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Rogge stared at his panel, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips. His mental power finally broke through the 250 mark and reached 251. Although this number is only a little more than before, it can at least be looked at directly.

At the bottom of the panel, there is an icon of a door.

Rogge's consciousness touched lightly, and in an instant, a door exactly like the icon appeared in front of him out of thin air. This is the entrance to the Room of Requirement.

"Can you see it?" Roger asked Maria.

Phoenix shook his head, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, as if to say, "You're not teasing me on purpose, are you?"

Rogge made a mysterious sound and reached out to stroke the soft feathers of the phoenix.

"Don't worry, you'll know soon." Rogge slowly opened the door and took Maria inside.

The phoenix let out a cry of surprise, finally believing that Rogge was not playing a trick on it. What suddenly opened up in front of him was a spacious and bright wand making room. The air is filled with a light woody fragrance, fresh and refreshing.

The long table against the wall is filled with all kinds of production tools, a dazzling array that is dizzying to see.

There are as many as ten types of knives used to make wand shells: slender knives for splitting wood, bevel knives for carving round and curved surfaces, files for shaping, scrapers, and whittling knives. , carving knives... and even a box of replacement tips.

"The model man is ecstatic." Rogge brushed his fingers from the delicate handle, and then placed three wand making notes on the table.

The simplest and thinnest among them is the Thiago Codex. Most of the content is the alcoholic's diary, and only a few pages deal with wand making.

Aside from the useless bragging, the real value lies in two magical solutions: crystal adhesive and rune-etching water.

He took out a piece of parchment from his pocket, on which he drew a rose in the river based on his guess.

"M.W.T. hopes to replicate Thiago's material conversion technology."

The second wand notebook is significantly thicker and more beautifully bound. There are no random scribbles inside, just the hard work of the Jonker family passed down from generation to generation.

About two-fifths of the content is the design of the wand shell, including a simple and smooth wooden stick, a scepter with a crown at the end, a vine-wrapped branch with red flowers, and a self-luminous wooden cone studded with gems... Rogge We even saw a wand with a fire dragon carved on its tail.

"As expected of a carpenter, these ingenious designs are indeed extraordinary. They require toughness and magic, and they look expensive."

He even found a wand with a double-layer structure, and the cavity in the middle was used to store perfume.

In terms of material selection, the Jonkel family is extremely rich. Their philosophy is that Bowtruckles are the best wood sifters.

Finally, Roger opened the wand making book given to him by Mr. Ollivander.

When he opened the title page, a line of squiggles written in gold powder jumped into his eyes: The magic wand chooses you.

The line of writing meandered and changed like life, gradually growing elegant vines and flowers.

Continuing to flip through, a clearly layered chapter list appeared in front of him. Rogge chanted in a low voice, his eyes getting brighter and brighter:

Chapter 1: Life, Stars and Moon Phases;

Chapter 2: The natural philosophy of the Celtic tree calendar;

Chapter 3: The emotional resonance between wizards and magical animals;

Chapter 4: Cubic Curve Measurement and Magic Wand Series;

Chapter 5: The incomplete composition of strength and toughness;

Chapter 6: Origin and speculation of spark colors;

Chapter Seven: The Existence of Accidents and Specific Persons.

Turning over the pages of the book, there is an appendix at the back:

Appendix 1: Wand, a pure and ancient art;

Appendix 2: Excellent service and maintenance;

Appendix 3: Record history.

These catalogs represent that the Ollivander family has a mature and rigorous wand system. They have moved away from the manual workshop stage and entered into the study of the essence of the wand.

Rogge couldn't help but touch his nose, his eyes flashing with excitement: "With this book alone, a wand class can be opened at Hogwarts."

However, if he really did this, he would be sued by the major wand manufacturers to the International Federation of Magic the next day.

"Some knowledge is destined to be spread in a small area." He sighed softly, "This is probably the reason why wand making is family-oriented."

Rogge flipped through it quickly, and what interested him the most was Appendix 3.

From the birth of the first magic wand, to the end of the Mediterranean Golden Age... to the legendary friendship between Merlin and King Arthur...

Every line of text in Appendix 3 records the wizard and his wand, as if telling a dusty story.

"Albus, Aberforth...Minerva...Snape..." Rogge murmured to himself, running his fingers over those familiar names. Suddenly, his fingers stopped, "And me?"

Rogge couldn't help laughing, "It's like flipping through a phone book."

He enjoyed it and flipped through it for a long time before he remembered his goal: to design a wand for goblins.

Thanks to Bellinrum's last support to the Ministry of Magic, the reputation of goblins in the magical world has improved significantly. They went from being stingy money-grubbers to being trustworthy stingy money-grubbers. Great progress indeed.

"First of all, goblins don't need to choose wood based on birthdays, and they don't need to study the matching of wands." He took out a piece of parchment and wrote specific requirements in the upper right corner. "It can activate spells normally, but cannot cast spells on wizards."

"Well, the style must be more luxurious. The outer shell must be embossed and gold painted. Then add a few solid silver rings for decoration, and fill the tail with gems."

He stopped writing, admiring his design, and then suddenly laughed: "Who said goblins can only have one wand, they deserve better and more."

"The fairy wand must be graded, not the best, but the most expensive." Rogge pondered for a moment and continued to modify the details of the shell. "Ordinary wood plus water snake horn, no matter what, it will start at 50 Galleons."

Then, he started production on site according to the design drawings.

The first relief was broken, the opening of the second was too big...it took more than a dozen pieces of wood to complete the shell.

He carefully divided the polished shell into two parts, and then carefully placed the core according to the instructions in Jonker's wand notes.

Finally, a light layer of crystal adhesive is applied, and the half-finished fairy wand is born.

Roger picked up the brand new wand and compared it with his own. He nodded slightly, with a look of satisfaction in his eyes: "Well, the magic response is a bit slow and the degree of obstruction is quite high."

"Definitely not up to standard for wizards, but everything is just right for goblins."

"We also need to add softening magic. When the goblin holds the wand and points it at the wizard, it will soften and shrink."

Regarding this new spell, Rogge's eyes flashed with excitement, but then he became serious again.

"This is no simple task. The charm must be permanent and irremovable. In other words, it must be the core of the wand."

"I'm going to have to study Ollivander's wand-making book."

He immediately immersed himself in Ollivander's wand-making book, and the content of the third chapter made his eyes light up.

With the help of the Animagus and the Patronus, it is possible to observe the similarities between the psychology of wizards and magical animals. This way the wizard's emotional background can be determined and the most suitable wand core can be determined.

"The goblin wand must have the emotion of fear, which is similar to a Boggart. The wizard has become a funny spell." Rogge sat up straight, his eyes flashing with excitement: "Perhaps, I can combine them , and even mimosa, creating a permanent wilting spell embedded in the goblin wand.”

Considering that he did not have suitable materials, Rogge decided to try again another day and simply exited the Room of Requirement.

When he opened the door again, he suddenly returned to the platform. In the distance, a locomotive with white steam was approaching slowly, and the rails shimmered in the moonlight.

The Thestrals were already pulling the carriage and were waiting quietly on the dirt road. The students on the train had no idea that the history of the wizarding world had changed beyond recognition.

"Hermione didn't come home this Christmas." Daphne took her sister and rode in the same car with Roger. "Did she lose her temper with her family?"

"Ah, how did you know?"

"You didn't check your mailbox, did you?"

Roger smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head, "Well... unless the owl comes directly to the door, I always forget to check the mail."

"But you can't blame me. You don't know, a lot of things happened during the holiday." He talked about what he saw and heard during the holiday, and they couldn't help but exclaimed because of the dangers involved.

In the foyer, a huge glass hourglass came into view, and Slytherin's emerald was far ahead, shining with the light of victory.

On the bulletin board not far away, last year's flyers and notices were still posted there. One of them reminded sixth grade students to go to the Ministry of Magic to learn Apparition.

"New notice." Everyone gathered around curiously, "It's their employment consultation."

Roger took a quick glance and saw that all fifth graders were required to participate. During the first week of the summer semester, have a brief meeting with the dean to discuss future employment.

The specific arrangements are posted in the common room of each college, which will undoubtedly occupy everyone's precious study time.

However, this is a must. Schools and professors must arrange students’ advanced courses in the next two years based on their employment aspirations and OWLs test scores.

Next to the employment advisory notice, leaflets from various institutions and companies competed to attract students' attention: St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic, the Daily Prophet, the Nimbus Broom Manufacturing Company, the Flash Golem House... colorful posters Above, magical creatures dance and Quidditch players fly.

"Fortunately, the Department of Mysteries didn't lose it, otherwise Ravenclaw would be in trouble." Rogge thought to himself, leading the Slytherins into the auditorium. "I don't know if Snape is in the mood to hold a symposium."

"That Lily is so strange." Recalling the battle in the cemetery, his eyes became solemn, "It can't be fake, and it can't be true. As long as the soul-stealing curse is unlocked, you can know everything that happened to her."

"By the way, is she dead or alive now?"

There were already some people in the auditorium, all of whom had not gone home during the Christmas holidays. Hermione noticed Roger, smiled and nodded in greeting.

Arianna next to her cast a curious look, and she could feel that the phoenix smell on Rogge was getting stronger. In fact, she had some doubts that Fox was being worn by him.

Rogge remained calm, as if he didn't sense anything.

Time passed by, and until nine o'clock in the evening, the principal and deans still did not come back. The atmosphere in the auditorium gradually became restless, and students began to discuss animatedly what might have happened.

"Harry went to find the Dark Lord."

"Ah, when did it happen?"

"Just this morning, I watched it through Light and Shadow Pink."

"The Dark Lord is in our magical world?"

This news was like a bomb, instantly detonating the auditorium. The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and many students turned pale, and some even began to tremble.

"Don't worry, Daphne." Roger held her hand under the table, "I saw the principal blow up Voldemort."

"Blow up? Really? You... did you see it with your own eyes?"

"Well, it literally exploded. Bang..." He imitated the sound of an explosion, which made people laugh.

"Ahem..." A low cough suddenly came from the teacher's seat. Professor McGonagall had just returned. She stood behind the podium with a serious expression and motioned everyone to be quiet.

"Principal Dumbledore and several professors cannot host dinner tonight due to unexpected circumstances. Now, let's eat."

As soon as the voice fell, a dazzling array of delicious dishes appeared on the table in an instant. The aroma was overflowing, arousing everyone's appetite.

The hungry students immediately began to feast on the food, as if they wanted to eat up all the previous tension and fear.

"Professor, where's Harry?" A sudden voice sounded, Ron's voice was full of anxiety and worry, "He, what happened to him?"

The noise stopped abruptly, and everyone's eyes were focused on Professor McGonagall, waiting for her answer.

Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment, and gently comforted: "At present, they are in St..." She paused imperceptibly, "Ministry of Magic, there is no problem with safety."

Ron frowned, obviously not satisfied with this vague answer. But under the majestic gaze of Professor McGonagall, he did not dare to continue asking.

Just when everyone thought the topic was over, Professor McGonagall spoke again: "In view of the particularity and suddenness of the situation, starting tomorrow, I will replace Professor Snape and temporarily take charge of Slytherin College."

"The latest employment consultation is posted in your common room." Professor McGonagall looked at the long table of the little snakes, noticed the uneasy look on the students' faces, and quickly added: "Professor Snape's... friend is in poor health, he needs to take a leave of absence for a while."

This explanation did not calm the students' doubts, but instead caused more whispers.

"What, the dean has friends?"

"The dean is not..." Draco came over and said to Roger in a low voice: "Defection..."

"Shh, don't think too much." Roger tapped the table lightly, signaling everyone to keep quiet.

"What about our Potions class?"

"Madame Pomfrey will take over temporarily." Professor McGonagall's voice was a little tired.

Hearing this arrangement, Roger secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately it's not Lupin." He thought to himself, "If the teacher came back and found that his house was robbed, I'm afraid he would have the heart to duel."

At this moment, in the corridor of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic, Snape, Lupin, Sirius and Harry were pacing back and forth anxiously, waiting for the diagnosis results of the therapist.

"I'm sorry, everyone." As soon as the therapist opened his mouth, he found that four pairs of fierce, nervous and painful eyes were staring at him.

The therapist swallowed and tried to maintain a professional attitude. "The situation is more complicated than we expected." He said carefully, "But please rest assured, the injured person's life is saved. But there is other bad news."