A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"No. The Wizengamot checked Fletcher's body, and I also communicated with the Aurors. The real cause of his death was the Unbreakable Vow." Dumbledore noticed Snape's suspicious eyes and said, "I No contract was made with him.”

Dumbledore sighed with great regret: "He gave all the money to a certain beloved wizard, but the wizard disliked him and used a curse to prevent Fletcher from ever mentioning his name."

Snape opened his mouth and couldn't even mention the other person's name. What kind of idiot is this!

"Now Fudge firmly believes that the money is for me. Alas, he thinks that I want to secretly organize and conspire to overthrow him." Dumbledore said and laughed, he really couldn't figure out the minister's weird thinking.

"Has his brain been eaten by dementors?" Snape sneered, "You still want to plan to overthrow that loser? Does he think too highly of himself, or does he look down on others?"

"The problem is that he doesn't trust me, and I'm afraid the Ministry of Magic's funding will be even less next year."

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Old estates in Ireland, useless buildings and trees were all removed. In the brown tent, the witch Sarah was inspecting the architectural model made by Muggles.

The interior of the magic tent is spacious, with bedrooms, bathtubs, living rooms, kitchens...all the facilities you need. It can be said that it is a must-have product for home travel and shopping.

According to Bo Jin, Sarah is from the United States. She had taken classes at the University of Pennsylvania School of Architecture while pretending to be a Muggle. For the architectural model in hand, I dismantled it into various parts with ease.

Sarah waved her wand and replaced part of the structure with magical facilities, making the entire building more in line with the life of a wizard.

"Roger, you have a good sense. I rarely see wizards get out of the heavy history and welcome new things. Muggle design has been ahead of us, but their construction methods are too backward." Sarah looked at Roger, I hope to go further with the model.

"Ms. Sara, I hope that the building structure is reasonable and that your modifications will not cause any safety problems." Rogge was not an expert in this field and could only make his own requests.

"Don't worry, I guarantee it with my professional ethics. Look here, you don't need such a complicated design at all, it can be done with a movable staircase."

"The architecture itself cannot exceed the designer's self-perception. They have no magic and can only be realized in the most basic way. I can modify them to make more fantastic designs. However, you are sure that these elves can be good builders. Team?" Sara looked at the elf wielding a shovel or holding a mop and expressed doubt.

Rogge nodded: "Believe them, after all, some wizards can't even phantom move."

"Same." Sara nodded, bringing the design drawings to let the elves edit the terrain first.

The goblins dug a tunnel not far away, and Rocopic stood at the entrance of the cave and shouted loudly, asking his goblins to speed up the delivery of building materials.

Even though it's well-dressed, it looks like a rough-and-tumble creature when it comes to squeezing its own kind. Be as ruthless as you want.

"Rocopic, is the elf's forging skill innate?" Rogge called it over and asked for advice.

"Of course, no one knows forging better than us." It patted its chest proudly, with pride on its face.

"Oh, then how did you pass on the forging skills?"

"Well, in the words of you wizards, it's mainly about words and deeds."

"Um, isn't there a book? Like this one?" Rogge showed it the book in his hand. The title of the book read: The Goblin's Underground Workshop.

"Hahaha..." Gerdlock looked at the title of the book and laughed so hard that he even fell on the carpet and rolled around holding his stomach.

"Please forgive me, but I just can't help it. Hahaha... the book is written in Elf language, but we never use this method of composing words." Rocopic laughed wildly.

"Needless to say, it must have been written by you wizards who thought they understood us goblins." Rocopic flipped through the book and handed it to him: "Just read it as a storybook. It is also suitable for your age."

Rogge looked a little ugly. According to Rocobic, the fairy books in the library were all imaginary works of wizards.

"I want to learn your forging, is there any way?"

"Our forging technology will not be passed on to anyone else!"

"One thousand Galleons, I promise not to tell anyone." Rogge threw the book on the sofa, and Rocopic looked hesitant.

"Rogg, you know, this is the secret of us goblins."

"You mean more money?" Rogge motioned for it to sit down and chat.

"That's really difficult to handle. After all, we are of different races..."

"Oh, it seems like a lot of money is needed. Three thousand galleons, this price is already very high. If you don't agree, will other goblins agree?" Rogge pointed to the goblins moving building materials outside. Those guys were dressed like beggars. .

"You...make me so embarrassed. No goblin has ever taught our forging skills to wizards. This is equivalent to betraying the race." Rocopic looked at Rogge slyly. It was just betrayal. As long as the price is right, he can do it at any time.

"5,000 Galleons plus the cost of a forging workshop. After all, you deal with Galleons all day long. I doubt whether your forging skills are good enough."

"Rogg, you may not know us. We goblins promote their positions based on workload and skills. For example, our goblin king is the one who works the most and has the highest skills.

I won't be able to reach the level of the King of Goblins in this life, but my position is quite high in the race. "

"Really? Don't lie to me?" Rogge expressed doubts.

"I am a goblin, how could I lie to a wizard?" Rocopic evaded the obvious and even showed proof of his position in Gringotts.

"Well, please tell me, do you mean blacksmithing specifically, or does it count as any skill?"

"..." Rocopic was speechless. He used to make special forgings, but that has changed now.

"Haha, it seems that you are very capable of managing galleons. 3,000 galleons plus a forging workshop." Rogge turned his back on customers. Instead of raising the price, he lowered it.

"Rogg, for 10,000 Galleons and a forging workshop, I will teach you all the forging techniques!" Rocopic sold out the forging techniques without hesitation.

"But I'm worried that the forging technology you taught is not worth the price." Rogge threw the bag full of galleons on the table and suggested another plan: "Why not set a separate price based on the knowledge taught in each class. What you taught The more you have, the more gold coins I’ll pay you.”

"This...then who will set the price?" Rocopic was not worried about the knowledge, only worried about Rogge lowering the price.

"How about we start with 50 Galleons per class?" Rogge understood the greed of the goblins, and they would not dare to sell as long as the Galleons had enough.

"50!" Rocopic jumped up instantly. Doesn't that mean that as long as he keeps teaching the other party, he can get a steady stream of Galleons.

He can obtain knowledge from other fairies and then sell it to Rogge. With their thousands of years of inheritance, they can completely empty Rogge's treasury.

"It won't be on the back page, but if I'm not satisfied, I can terminate it immediately."

Rocobic immediately nodded in agreement: "Roger, don't worry. You will be satisfied with my course package."

"Very well, and I wish to teach in Elvish."

"Do you know Fairy Tongue?"

"I only know a little bit, so I have to learn." Rogge expressed his attitude. With so many gold galleons supporting him to learn from the goblin, which goblin wouldn't like this eager to learn little wizard.

Most importantly, Rocobic can gain a sense of accomplishment by teaching Roger. The superior wizard actually learned from them fairies. Who would believe it if he told it?

"Okay! But we must add one item to our agreement: you cannot teach the knowledge of fairies to any other creature." Rocopic still has some conscience to protect the race, although not much.