A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"No, no, no, I mean I need time and your help." Rogge quickly grabbed the jar and agreed to take on the research project.

Snape threw the key to Roger casually: "Don't let me down in your Potions graduation project."

After he said that, he turned and left. It seemed that the small compartment contained earthen jars instead of expensive and rare potion ingredients.

Rogge looked at Snape's back with gratitude in his eyes. As he said himself, he never skimps on knowledge and resources for gifted students. But facing idiots is a waste of time, and that is suicide!

Perhaps for this reason, Snape has always been resentful of Harry's mediocrity in potions.

Since I gained the benefits of being Snape's student, I naturally had to bear the corresponding costs. If he slacked off even a little bit, he would be criticized mercilessly by Snape and ridiculed as much as possible.

After a year of training from Snape, Rogge's current level is no less than that of any senior potion master. Whether it is OWLs or NEWT, I can pass it easily.

Snape understood that the topic he assigned was complex, and even he was not sure that he would be able to solve it in six years. However, this will help improve Rogge's potion level, so as not to turn it into a useless potion class and waste time.

"Teacher, don't worry, I will definitely complete it!" Roger secretly decided that he would give the research results to Snape as a graduation gift.

He returned to the Room of Requirement with the unicorn blood, modifying his onomatopoeic mouth while thinking about whether Dumbledore had mastered the Animagus.

The Dumbledore family seems to have signed a contract with the Phoenix. Whenever a member of the Dumbledore family is in trouble, the Phoenix will appear next to him. Rogge suddenly thought of the basilisk in the secret room. If he remembered correctly, it was severely injured by Fox.

"Assuming that the principal is an Animagus, what is his animal form? A phoenix?"

Rogge immediately denied his guess. Dumbledore was really dead in the end...or disappeared.

"Maybe it's an old bee." Rogge no longer hesitated. He wanted to take advantage of these few days to squeeze out as much knowledge about Voldemort as possible.

If you miss this opportunity, you won't be able to meet such a weak Voldemort next time. You have to be prepared, what if you get the magic stone?

To be a wizard, you have to have dreams. Without dreams, we are just like salted fish!

In the last few days before the exam, Hermione and Daphne had wanted to review with him. But Rogge couldn't find anyone all day long, and no one knew what he was busy with.

At this time, Rogge had given up reviewing and was learning about fairies. On the other side, he has to go to Quirrell's office and imitate the pronunciation of snake language through Voldemort.

As the holidays approach, neither party's goals are focused on the other. Although the cooperation was not pleasant, there were no mistakes. However, Voldemort was procrastinating in teaching snake language, and in the end he taught a total of 1,000 sentences, which was only enough for basic communication.

Rogge did not give him the unicorn blood all at once, but put the blood jar down after the transaction every day.

"Rogge, which side will you stand on?" Voldemort looked at him with burning eyes.

Unicorn blood does have magical powers. After drinking 2 bottles of blood, he became energetic. Rogge still doesn't know what Snape added to it, but so far, Voldemort has not found anything.

His face is clearer on the back of Quirrell's head, even a little three-dimensional.

"The winning side." Roger finished checking the vinyl card and repeated it with his onomatopoeic mouth. After many comparisons showed no problems, he put away the card and handed over today's blood tank.

At first, Voldemort did not believe that the onomatopoeic mouth could imitate snake language. When he spoke the language of snakes, the big mouth in front of him just opened and closed. There is a slender silver needle behind it, which is constantly burning incomprehensible lines on the black card.

When he finished speaking, Roger turned the button. I spoke a long paragraph in snake language, and the little toy in front of me repeated it completely without any mistakes. Not even his tone or voice changed at all.

Only then did Voldemort believe that the Parsnip language had been deciphered by Rogge. With those black cards and onomatopoeic mouths, any wizard will be able to master Parsnake from now on.

"Okay, okay, it seems that you will stand on my side without hesitation!" Voldemort is sure that he can return as the king and rule the magic world again.

"Mr. Voldemort is very confident. However, the magical world will not be left to your own devices." Rogge was shocked when he saw the confident Voldemort.

"Are you referring to Dumbledore? Ha, he is old and no longer belongs to this era!" Voldemort drank the unicorn blood with a happy expression on his face.

"I have taught you the basic snake language. According to our deal, you should give me the remaining blood bottles and knowledge." Voldemort showed a sly smile, as if everything was under his control.

"Didn't Quirrell find it in the library?" Rogge raised his eyebrows and mocked. Mrs. Pince had been complaining about Quirrell a lot recently.

As a black card was inserted, the onomatopoeic mouth imitated Mrs. Pince's tone and cursed: "Damn Quirrell, every book is full of garlic smell! He actually went to the forbidden book area to harm those precious books. Magic book, I must report it to the principal!"

"Sorry, the volume is a bit loud." Rogge apologized and turned the knob a few times.

Voldemort chuckled, not feeling embarrassed. He, like Rogge, has no trust in each other: "I'm just looking for some books about lichs."

He was really curious about the lich and the phylactery, but he could find no relevant information in the entire library. Voldemort couldn't help but wonder if Rogge was lying to him.

After all, it is a brand new lie that no one can falsify.

"Roger, I have given you the potion formula. You only gave me 3 bottles of the unicorn blood you promised me... Today is the deadline..."

"Mr. Voldemort, you didn't teach me snake language properly. Since you want to know about hatching basilisks, I'll tell you." Rogge was keenly aware that something was wrong. Voldemort seemed to be violating the agreement.

In fact, many people were deceived by him. Why does Voldemort in his soul state need blood? What can really provide him with nourishment is Quirrell's vitality. He fed Quirrell with the unicorn blood, lest he die before he could get the Philosopher's Stone.

Rogge did not dare to take it lightly, covered the wand with his wide sleeves, and began to simulate in his mind.

【1】You told Voldemort that the basilisk needs toads to hatch, and the other party showed an expression that said so;

[2] Voldemort casts the Imperius Curse on you, and you cannot resist becoming a Death Eater;

【3】You cooperated with Quirrell to enter the secret room, but could not find the magic stone;

【4】You have no impact on Harry who is fighting with Quirrell;

【5】Harry was injured by you and you were expelled from school;

…(simulation stopped)

Rogge knew he was careless! The recent peace and quiet made him relax his vigilance towards Voldemort. He quickly simulated again and found that he still had a flash.

"Mr. Voldemort, I guess you must have read about hatching basilisks from a book in the library. For example, you need a toad." Rogge smiled confidently, but Voldemort became worried.

"You mean, there's something wrong with that book?"

"Yes and no." Rogge showed a mysterious smile and temporarily became Voldemort's teacher.

"In the Middle Ages, breeding basilisks was illegal. If you read the law prohibiting the domestication of animals for experimentation, you will know that this has been clearly stated."

"Law? I never look at it." Voldemort sneered.

"Well, of course you can do that. We all know that you are good at overturning laws. But even without this rule, dark wizards will not breed basilisks. Because they are dangerous, and only Parselmouth can control them."

"Now I need to add you." Voldemort stared at Rogge, hoping to find a flaw in his face.

"Oh, me? Really?" Rogge stood up with excitement on his face: "It turns out that mastering the snake language can control the basilisk. That's great! Of course, this is all thanks to Mr. Voldemort. You are an excellent person." professor."

"Speaking of which, that book didn't lie, it just omitted key information. For example, there are requirements for the deviled egg, and it doesn't just happen on any day. As the greatest dark wizard, you must know these secrets."

"Of course!" Voldemort seemed very pleased with Rogge's compliment. It seems that his personality charm is still the same as before, and the little wizard is starting to get closer to him!

He accepted Roger's praise without hesitation, completely unaware that the other person was pacing back and forth at the door.

"According to my understanding, the magic egg comes from a seven-year-old rooster, in Sirius..."

"What?" Voldemort raised his head, the door of the office was wide open, and Rogge was missing.

"A talent for sensing danger?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes. He should have taken action the moment Rogge entered the door. What a pity!

"Master, do you want me to take you to find him?"

"No! If he is alert, he will not see me easily. How are the Ministry of Magic preparing?" Voldemort rejected Quirrell's proposal. Obtaining the Philosopher's Stone is the top priority.

When he returns as king, where can the little wizard escape to?

"Master, Lucius is willing to help distract Dumbledore."

"It turned out to be that smooth guy. Quirrell, you didn't reveal my information to him, did you?"

"Without the master's permission, how dare I..." Quirrell crept down in fear when he heard Voldemort's suspicion of him.

"Really? Let's wait and see." Voldemort let out a cold laugh and slowly fell silent.