A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Roger, are top students not good at sports?" Malfoy held a broom and excitedly jumped to Rogge's side.

“圣诞节我送你的拳套收到了吗？”罗格看着一脸欠揍的马尔福，深深吸了口气。

"Of course I got it."

"You can bring it next time, and I will teach you what exercise is." Rogge put his hand on Malfoy's shoulder, and his shoulder sank suddenly, and he quickly begged for mercy.

"Malfoy, our Slytherin flying class scores all depend on you."

"Don't worry!" Malfoy raised his broom and stared at Harry Potter in the distance, "I won't lose to him!"

Although Malfoy regarded Harry as a competitor, he had to admit that Harry's flying talent was unparalleled. Roger even thought that if Harry became a professional Quidditch player, he might become a legend.

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"Damn broken broom!" Malfoy flew down and kicked the broom aside, and then picked it up obediently under Mrs. Hooch's death gaze.

"You're complaining about flying so fast, so I might as well rebuild it." Rogge reluctantly carried the big broom and went back like a sweeper.

The good news is that flying lessons are only offered in the first year, the bad news is that the annual Quidditch match is held to cheer the house on. Rogge swore that he would never touch this thing in his life.

The last subject is History of Magic, which is purely rote learning. Ghost Professor Binns only reads what he says every time he teaches, and the textbooks do not record the truly bloody and cruel stories behind them. Professor Binns will not tell the little wizards why the goblins rebelled and why the giants went to war with the wizards.

The boring test papers were as drowsy as Professor Binns' class.

"Finally the exam is over!" All the little wizards cheered excitedly, and Hogwarts seemed to be immersed in the joy of the festival.

The results won't be out for a week, which means they can play without any worries now!

"It's vacation!" Daphne threw the book into the air and spun around happily.

"Do you have any plans for the summer vacation?" Hermione looked at the excited Daphne and began to plan the vacation in her mind. Thinking about how many books to bring back and what content to preview...

“Find a way to make money.”

"Make money?" The two of them looked at Rogge at the same time. The products of the Flash Golem House have been selling well in the magic circles all over the world. It is impossible to be short of money, right?

When the Magic Polaroid was being developed, both Hermione and Elena provided huge help. After the product is launched, each potion will give them a share of the profit. Hermione, who has become a little rich woman, doesn't think Roger will be short of money at all.

"Hey, it will cost a lot of money to rebuild the house." Rogge sighed. Even if he tried his best to reduce the cost, there was still a shortfall of several hundred thousand.

"Rebuild the house?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"Their family's manor, I heard from Madam Jessica, is almost in ruins." Daphne knew more and knew that it was a large expense.

"Hermione..." Harry whispered at the corner of the corridor and waved to her.

Hermione turned around and looked around, and said to Roger sheepishly: "I'm leaving first."

"Be safe." Rogge nodded, and Hermione looked at him in surprise, feeling that he seemed to know something.

"Roger, let's go to Hogsmeade tonight to celebrate the end of the exam!" Daphne invited him with shining eyes.

"Hogsmeade? Do you have a way to bypass the school gate?"

"Of course, I found out about a secret passage that leads directly to Honeydukes Candy Shop."

"Forget it tonight." Roger noticed that Harry and others went to find Hagrid, and realized that the curse of Defense Against the Dark Arts was about to take effect.

"If we are caught by the principal, maybe we will each be deducted a hundred points."

"Well, what a pity... The principal is a Gryffindor, maybe this will happen." Daphne nodded regretfully. Now their college ranks first in the school, far ahead!

"When the Academy Cup is over, I'll treat you to butterbeer." Roger and Daphne chatted and returned to the Slytherin common room together.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Roger opened his eyes. As the young wizards celebrated the end of their exams in the common room, he used the Disillusionment Charm to sneak out.

"Huh, don't miss tonight's big event."

"Missed something?"

"Ah... Daphne, you scared me!" Roger breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Daphne coming out of the corner of the corridor.

"Roger, did Harry and the others do anything at night? I noticed something was wrong with your eyes this afternoon." Daphne stood in the middle of the road, looking like she wanted to follow them.

"Is there any? I'll just go out for a walk."

"Do you think I believe it?"

"Okay, okay, I'm telling you that's not enough." Rogge sighed. The little girl would be too smart to be cute.

"Remember the corridor on the right of the fourth floor that the principal mentioned when school started?"

"Corridor? Did the principal warn us to stay away from there? You mean..." Daphne's eyes widened, "Do you mean they are going to disobey the principal's order and enter the forbidden corridor?"

"There must be a secret hidden there! You must know it, right?"

"Philosopher's Stone." Rogge hesitated and lowered his voice.

"The Philosopher's Stone..." Daphne was startled at first, and then her eyes shone with excitement.

"Take me with you, or I'll tell the dean!" Daphne dragged Roger, looking like she was stalking him.

"Okay, but you must obey my command and not run around." Rogge looked at Daphne's eager eyes and understood that even if he refused, she would follow her secretly.

"No problem, that's the magic stone, the legendary magical treasure that makes people immortal..."

"Dean!" Rogge shouted suddenly, and Daphne turned her head and looked behind her. Suddenly her vision went dark and she fell into Rogge's arms.

"Daphne, I can't take you on this adventure." Rogge put away his wand and used the Disillusionment Spell to throw Daphne into his dormitory.

"There's still time to hope." He waved his wand, and a beam of light shot into the sky and burst into brilliant red fireworks. "Bubbles, don't let me down."

The door at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor has been opened. The three-headed dog angrily opened the swing door. Three thieves had just slipped in.

"It stinks!" Rogge covered his nose. His bad breath rivaled that of a troll.

"Repair quickly." He waved his wand and restored the crushed harp. However, this also brought him out of his invisibility state and exposed him to the three-headed dog.

Facing the three-headed dog Roger, he quickly exited the house. The damn dog had three heads, and Snape even suffered a loss.

"Magic Hands." He chanted the incantation, and the floating harp produced melodious and hypnotic music under the playing of the magic hands.

The barking three-headed dog became sleepy under the massage of the music, struggled to support his eyelids, and finally fell down.

"You bitch, you have to lie on the entrance of the hole when you are asleep." Rogge stepped on the three-headed dog and kicked its big head hard.

"I really want to kill you." He jumped off the three-headed dog and recited the Flying Feather Curse.

As the magic power continued to be output, the three-headed dog slowly floated up. Rogge seized the opportunity and slid a shovel into the hole.

"The flames are raging." He waved his wand in mid-air, and the flames flew out and burned on the devil's web.

The big and small black tentacles shrank instantly, Rogge added a Feather Curse to himself, and landed steadily on the ground.

"Thank you, Professor Sprout." Roger walked out of the cave, and there were thousands of clever keys flying around in the dark hall.

They guard the door at the back to prevent intruders. Once an intruder catches any of the keys, they will instantly turn into thousands of swords and shoot the thief into a sieve.

But it obviously failed. Both Quirrell and Harry successfully rushed in. Rogge looked around and found no flying broomstick. But you have your plan, and I have my ladder.

"Weight gain spell." Rogge cast a large-scale spell, and the clever keys instantly became heavy, and their fragile little wings slowly became unable to flap. The ingenious key with the wounded wing was the first to fall.

"It saves trouble." Rogge smiled, and the hall echoed with the jingling of keys. Insert it into the keyhole and twist it, and the key breaks with a click!

That’s it for today’s update. We still have to arrange for tomorrow’s update. It can’t be finished.

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