A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Yes, aren't there all Muggle books there?" Jessica asked Paopao to put away the dishes. She and her son were enjoying the night view of the Thames in the garden.

"I'd better go there tomorrow." Rogge thought for a while and decided to go take a look. What a hateful thief, we can't let him rest at home for a few days!

"Well, you can build a library first." Jessica didn't stop it this time. It was family property anyway, and there was no way to break into it.

"Do you need me to help you find a wizard construction company? 300,000 galleons should be more than enough to build a library."

"Those greedy guys?" Rogge immediately shook his head, "Forget it, I can rebuild the entire manor with just a little more money."

"Rebuilding the entire estate? How much more will it cost? Also, where will you get the additional money?"

"The store's dividends for the past six months! Mom, after deducting 20% ​​of the dividends, there is still 80% left."

"The money on the account still has to be used to buy materials and open branches elsewhere...Forget it, how much more do you want?" Jessica thought for a while and generously asked her son to report the budget.

"How about 200,000?" Rogge said uncertainly.

"200,000? Including the previous one, it's only 500,000. This amount of money is not enough for materials, right?" Jessica didn't believe her son's statement.

"Mom, I don't plan to find wizards to build a house. The price they charge is too high. Seeing that we are a pure-blood family, I feel that the cost has at least doubled." Rogge was very upset about the price quoted a few months ago. It was too expensive. .

"I asked Andrew to find a Muggle designer to produce the drawings, and the materials can also be purchased from Muggles. In this way, the settlement can be made in pounds."

"At most, when building, find some wizards and spend some gold and Galleons. It's a pity that the redemption window of the goblins in Gringotts is still closed, alas..."

"Isn't it because of you? It's a good thing that the Ministry of Magic didn't find out." Jessica sighed. As long as her son doesn't go to school, he will do something shocking.

"I originally wanted to take you to travel to Europe. Now that I think about it, I decided to forget it. I can give you the money, but you are not allowed to run around during the summer vacation, let alone do anything. Do you hear me?"

"Long live my mother! Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere in England."

"It's best this way!" Jessica sighed and nodded Roger's forehead.

The manor in midsummer is much more lush than in winter, and it is quiet and more like a ghost house. Roger cleared the vines blocking the road and opened the main building door with the key.

"Who is here? Who is it? Speak quickly?" Grandma Anni was the first to shout loudly.

"It's me, Rogge." Rogge frowned and walked in the sea of ​​books. The warning magic was indeed triggered. Which dark wizard stole it from him?

"Little Rogge, you are finally back!" Torquier shouted in the sea of ​​books, "There is a thief in the house, and it's that little thief Fletcher."

"Is this the wizard you talked about last time?" Rogge checked around. There were so many books that he didn't even know which ones were missing.

It seemed that Jessica was right, he really needed to build a library to store these books.

"Yes, that's him!" All the portraits cursed with hatred, "That guy has stolen a lot of things before, and he won't stop now..."

"I know." Rogge frowned. He had come to the house many times to steal. He seemed to be a habitual thief and wanted to hit him hard!

"Grandpa Torquil, where do dark wizards usually go to dispose of stolen goods?"

"Knockturn Alley, just next to Diagon Alley. There are many dark wizard shops there, doing half-black and half-white business. The most famous one is Borgin Bock's dark magic shop...if Borgin is still alive.

He is the biggest family in Fandao Lane. I have always wondered why former principal Blake would marry his daughter to that hunchbacked guy? "

"He's still alive. I heard he's living well." Roger made a plan in his mind to catch the thief and the stolen goods. The guy named Mundungus Fletcher couldn't escape. I said, even when Jesus comes, he cannot stay.

"I'll go back to Diagon Alley first, and I'll rebuild the manor in a while. You can also move into a new home by then."

"Really!" The elders in the portrait discussed enthusiastically. They wanted Jessica to take them to London last time. Jessica blocked them directly without talking. Fortunately, there is still little Roger, they are finally moving!

Using Floo powder to return to the Flash Golem House, Sophie was making a chessboard with her head down. But no matter what magic she uses, the picture cannot be turned into a wizard soldier.

"Rogg, teach me!" Sophie grabbed Rogg's arm and pulled him over.

"This requires knowledge of alchemy. You've only been out of Hogwarts for a year, right?"

"Um...I...I didn't choose to practice alchemy in the first place?"

"real?"

"Never mind it, tell me how to get the wizard out of the picture! Otherwise, give me the chessboard."

"I want to transform..."

"Hmph, don't lie to me. You can make a new one."

"Eh?" Rogge looked at Sophie in surprise, "Did you take smart pills today? Why have you become smarter?"

"You're stupid!" Sophie pulled Rogge and said, "Just tell me whether you want to give it to me or not!"

"Are you blackmailing me?" Rogge looked at Sophie, whose eyes were wandering, and said helplessly: "Even if I wanted to give it to you, I didn't bring it with me."

"You promised! Bring it to me tomorrow!"

Rogge didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Who is the adult and who is the child?

"Then why don't I come tomorrow..."

"I don't care, I won't listen, it's tomorrow anyway!" Sophie said and pushed Roger out. This was the first time he saw a clerk who dared to drive the boss out of the store.

"I'll bring it to you next time I come over..."

Roger went out and turned left into Diagon Alley. The atmosphere here was almost completely opposite to that of Diagon Alley. The buildings were low and dark, the streets were messy and poor, and the ditches gave off a strange smell of various potions mixed together.

Most of the wizards walking on the street are slovenly and of unknown origin. Their eyes roamed the street, always looking at each other. There are also little white sheep who accidentally enter this place, such as Roger who is incompatible with this place and is alone.

"Kid? You look rich in clothes." The wizards around him smiled maliciously, and the corners of their mouths were pulled up strangely.

"Kid?" The old witch Sheila hunched over and stood in front of her.

Her old face was like black bark, and her eyes shone with joy and greed. She stretched out her paws tremblingly, trying to catch Rogge.

"ah!"

Unexpectedly, it was not the child who screamed, but the old witch Sheila. Her right hand was cut off at no time, and she couldn't hold back the wailing at her wrist.

"Silent casting?" The wizards around asked suspiciously, but no one responded.

The severed hand was still rolling on the ground, with blood splattering everywhere, and it looked quite terrifying.

"It seems to be a silent and wandless spell." The dark wizard who witnessed the whole process swallowed. Whose child is this? It's so terrifying.

"dark magic?"

Everyone, look at me, and I'll look at you. The expression went from disbelief to shock and quickly to fear.

"I don't know what kind of magic it is. It seems that Sheila's right hand can't be connected back."

The dark wizard in the corner smiled gloomily and chased after the escaped old witch. Rogge glanced at everyone, strong and calm, as if asking: "Please invite the next victim."

His eyes made other adult wizards lower their heads, Knockturn Alley was so naked. As long as you are strong enough, everyone will respect you with practical actions.

Bojinbok Magic Shop looks very ordinary, with a small store door and a crowded room, everything is ordinary.

But as soon as you see the various weird magic props on those shelves, you will understand that this is a magic shop that sells dangerous items. At a quick glance, there are hands of glory, bloody playing cards, shrunken heads, and human bones of unknown purpose.

"Young Master Travis, welcome! Welcome!" Bo Jin stood behind the counter, smoothing his greasy and shiny hair and making it neat.

"Do you recognize me?" Rogge smiled and asked tentatively.

Alas, the 5K collection is still some way off, and I don’t know when it will arrive.