A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Rex, I'm from the Thunderbirds. If you know what's going on, let me go!"

"Are you stupid?" Rogge broke off the reed leaf and turned it into a sharp dagger in Rex's horrified eyes, giving him a hard penetrating massage with his other palm.

"You're going to use Avada Kedavra to kill me, and you still want me to let you go? Or do you think I'm stupid?" Rogge pulled Rex's hair and asked him to recognize the reality: "Be honest. Explain and I will let you suffer less."

Rex looked at the reed leaves that Rogge had pulled down in horror, and shouted quickly: "I said it, I said it!"

"We are a poaching gang from the United States. We have accepted the reward offered by the organization and come here to catch the silver-maned Pegasus! The leader is called Karl, and the other is named Ilya.

We are all members of the Thunderbirds, Carl is the Executioner, Elijah is the Duelist, and I am the Ranger. We just attacked you just for fun..."

"Playing?" Rogge shook his head helplessly, a group of scum... no, they should be witch scum.

"What else? Is this all there is?"

"What else?" Rex looked at Rogge blankly, not understanding what he meant.

"How did you know Pegasus was here?"

"I don't know this, I really don't know!" Rex showed a horrified look in his eyes and firmly refused to answer.

Rogue stared at him, suspicious that Rex had taken the same Unbreakable Vow as Fletch. He looked directly into Rex's eyes: "Legilimency!"

A strange magical light shot into Rex's pupils, and his brain and memory were exposed to Rogge without reservation.

Roger saw a small wooden house with various magical animal specimens hanging on the walls. In the iron cage at his feet, there were several dirty Nifflers. Carl sat by the fireplace and took out the reward.

"I have investigated clearly. The most likely place where the Silver-maned Pegasus appears is the Quidditch Swamp in England." Carl whispered, "A wizard wanted to make a pair of wings, and he kept the Silver-maned Pegasus deep in the swamp. place."

Rex was a little worried and asked quickly: "Boss, is it not that simple for a wizard who can trap Pegasus?"

"What are you afraid of? Just kill him." Ilya said in a low voice, wand flying between his fingers.

"Hehe, that wizard is dead a long time ago." Karl smiled and circled a large area on the map with a red pen: "Those Pegasus are worth a lot of money, one head is worth ten thousand galleons. We must capture them. !”

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"The wizard who made wings?" Rogge gave Rex a magic blade and helped him organize his relics.

The small leather bag contained the keys to the vault, some change, a beautifully carved silver knife, and a few bottles of common potions.

"Looking at it this way, there may really be Bowman's alchemy workshop hidden deep in the swamp. Besides him, who else has the ability to make wings?" Rogge used blazing flames to purify Rex of his sins and let him add some nutrients to the swamp. .

He got on his broom and flew away with the golden feathers.

To the southwest of Quiddish Swamp stands a hill, and at the foot of the hill is a piece of hardened land. The golden flying feathers brought Rogg here, and then hung down motionless.

Rogge glanced around vigilantly and slowly fell down. The mountain wall in front of me is very flat, with a circular gap in the center. It seems that something needs to be put in to open this magical wall.

Roger took out Golden Snitch No. 101 and inserted it into the gap. I saw the stone wall shaking violently and making a buzzing sound.

He quickly took a few steps back and raised his wand in defense. The stone wall slowly parted, revealing a cold tunnel. The tunnel is very deep and the stone steps are very long, winding down with no end in sight. The air inside was a little damp and cold, and the braziers on both sides couldn't be lit.

"Fluorescence." Rogge raised his wand as if he was holding a small sun to illuminate the front.

Only the sound of footsteps echoed on the narrow stone steps, and the surroundings were quiet, eerie and silent. The further down you go, the more humid the air becomes. Water dripping from the walls flowed down the stones, and the sound of dripping water was clearly audible in the deathly silence.

Roger felt like he was walking into a tomb. After an unknown amount of time, through the milky white halo, I finally saw a looming door in the distance.

Arriving at the bottom of the stone steps, the full view of the gate is in front of you. This is a huge round stone door with exquisite alchemical symbols carved on it.

The outer ring is the symbol of twelve chemical elements, representing the ever-changing substances. The inner circle is the four elements earth, air, water, and fire, which represent the foundation of the world. In the center is a figure of an alchemist holding a red stone. This blood-red stone represents the Philosopher's Stone and is the ultimate pursuit of all alchemists.

Rogge held his breath and concentrated, and was about to use Alajo Cave to unlock it. Unexpectedly, the door opened automatically with a click, revealing the alchemy workshop behind it.

In the center of the hall is a specimen of Pegasus with silvery white luster. It held its neck high, its eyes were bright, and its huge wings were spread out, as if it was about to soar into the sky at the next moment.

This is a perfect specimen that permanently freezes the moment it flew into the sky. With a slight touch from Rogge, the entire Pegasus turned into ashes and fell quietly to the ground.

Several anatomical diagrams of Golden Snidgets hang on the wall, marking every delicate structure of their wing bones. Next to them are their elusive flight trajectories, which is dazzling.

Hundreds of years of time have decayed them. Rogge did not dare to touch them at will, so he could only carefully take pictures and keep them. The long table below is filled with various test tubes, crucibles, measuring cups and other alchemical tools, and the bookshelf beside it is filled with alchemy books.

Rogge used the Flying Feather Charm to gently pick up a book. As soon as the first book left the bookshelf, before he could see the title clearly, the whole book turned into fly ash and scattered in the air.

"Study on the Principles of Alchemy", "Detailed Explanation of the Four Elements", "Twelve Uses of the Alchemical Array"...

Books seem to be made of flour, as fragile as dandelions, shattering without a trace at the slightest touch.

The cruelest thing in the world is this, every magic book turns to dust in front of you. Rogge felt like his heart was going to break with the magic book.

He stopped quickly, not daring to move the bookshelf any further. But the bookshelf in front of him lost its balance and fell with a click into dust on the floor.

"Me!..." Rogge wanted to slap himself, looking at the mounds of dirt on the ground with self-blame, his heart twisted.

He covered his heart, and if he could turn back time, he would never touch it one bit.

"This is it!" At this moment, Rogge saw a little brown in the mound. He quickly walked over and picked it up carefully.

This is a long scroll made of dragon skin. Hundreds of years have only made it look a little old, but the writing is still clearly visible. The scroll contains the sage's notes. It seems that the alchemist who wrote it was quite proud and compared himself to a sage possessing supreme wisdom and knowledge.

Rogge put it away properly. From the material, we can know that this scroll is extremely precious. He looked at the pile of dirt on the ground with regret and sadness, then turned to the door next to him.

The ancient heavy gate is inlaid on the bluestone wall with huge reliefs carved on it. Under the lush oak trees, two wizards were arguing. The young man stabbed the dagger into the old body, and then reached out to pick the glowing bird's nest on the tree.

Rogge pushed open the door with both hands, and there was an ancient arch hidden behind it. It was suspended in the darkness, and Rogge walked up the lonely stone steps to the arch.

Looking up, I saw runes engraved on the door frame, and a layer of mercury-like waves in the center of the arch, which looked very mysterious.

"Light and shadow curtain?" Rogge analyzed the meaning of the characters based on what he had learned. He was a little worried and quickly used the simulation function, but found that the panel had no response.

"What's going on?" Rogge frowned. This was the first time the simulation function failed. He looked back and saw that the door and stone steps he had come from had completely disappeared.

Facing the mysterious door, he accidentally put his hand into the mercury curtain. A strange feeling came from the fingers, and the palm seemed to have completely lost its weight, and then the whole person passed through it.