A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"This is my masterpiece, a combination of the great alchemical results of the Golden Snitch and the Silver-maned Pegasus. It's called the Wings of Daedalus, and it's even greater than the Golden Snitch! The broom you ride is nothing compared to him! Give it back to me , give it back to me!" The old ghost kept chattering in his ears, and Rogge couldn't kick him away, so he could only speed up and chase Ilya.

The opponent flew almost close to the swamp, turning left and right among the reeds. Rogge had no choice but to increase his altitude and follow the direction of the rolling reeds.

"Karl, are your eyes better?" Ilya looked up and saw Rogge still chasing him.

The other party bites hard, obviously very murderous and wants to put them to death. If there is no way to get rid of each other, the two of them will die in this swamp like Rex.

"No, I still can't see! When I opened my eyes, they were all white! Is he still chasing me?" Karl suppressed his anger to avoid affecting Ilya.

"Yes, damn, damn Nimbus 2000!"

Ilya's broom was an ordinary broom. Even though it had been modified, it was still almost useless against the latest model of Nimbus.

Now that two adult wizards were on top of it, it flew even slower. Fortunately, Ilya's operation skills were good, and he made the broom turn left and right... A series of simple and effective controls, so Rogge could only follow.

"This can't go on like this!" Ilya turned to look at Rogge, who was getting closer and closer, and thought of a plan, "I have a plan."

"Say." Karl didn't hesitate, sounding trusting Elijah.

In the past, he would never be like this. Now that his life is at stake and he is temporarily blind, he can only trust the other party.

"There is a large open space ahead, and you control the broomstick and keep flying. I took the opportunity to sneak down and kill him." After Elijah finished speaking, Karl fell into a brief silence.

Just as he was thinking about whether to kick Karl off, Karl actually agreed.

"Okay! Do as you say!"

Rogge, who was high in the air, was unaware of this, and the old ghost next to him was chirping, making the noise annoying.

Suddenly, the broomstick below suddenly accelerated. Rogge didn't think much and immediately accelerated to catch up.

In the reeds, Ilya looked up at Rogge in the sky. Now he had two options before him: risk his life to sneak attack on the opponent; or directly use phantom migration to leave this ghost place.

He touched the traceless expansion pack, which contained the snatched bird's nest. He didn't know how much it was worth. Take the bag on Carl, which contains two captured silver-maned Pegasus horses. They can be sold at auction for 100,000 Galleons when brought back to the United States.

Ilya was torn whether to give up on Karl or not. But how do I explain it when I go back? The three adult wizards, the executioner, the duelist and a ranger, were actually killed by a young wizard. Two of them died and one escaped.

If he was not a party involved, he would not believe it to be true. When he returned to the Thunderbird Party and reported the news, the organization would not believe it at all.

Just as he was struggling with what to do, the blind Karl gave him the answer. Karl couldn't see the direction clearly, mistakenly thought he was flying in a straight line, and then plunged into the water. Ilya screamed secretly, no longer hesitated, and directly used Phantom Movement to leave.

Rogge noticed the magic fluctuations in the distance and quickly made maneuvers to dodge back and forth in the air. He looked warily at the puddle and the reeds in the distance, and listened carefully to the movements around him. Karl yelled in the water and used his wand to randomly release magic.

This Thunderbird executioner knew that he would die. Memories of torturing other wizards in the past rolled through his mind. He imagined how terrible torture he would suffer, and his whole body gradually fell into madness.

The reeds were silent except for the rustle of the wind. Roger worries that this is a trap, and the tip of the wand lights up with a fluorescent flash.

It was like a second moon rising over Quiddish Swamp, and everything below was unobstructed. Rogge searched back and forth several times, but there was no sign of Ilya.

"Escaped?" Rogge slapped the old ghost away in disgust and flew towards Karl.

Carl heard the chattering noise of the old ghost and fired an angry spell at it. Rays of light passed through the old ghost's body and dissipated in the air.

"Damn little wizard, don't even think about catching me!" Carl roared, put the wand into his mouth, and shouted: "Avada bites the big melon!"

A green light flashed in his mouth, and Carl died on the spot. Rogge sighed when he saw this, "Am I so terrible?"

Roger remained silent and fished his body out of the water. After searching for a long time, there were only some ordinary items and the bag containing the silver-maned Pegasus. The golden nest is not here. Rogge was angry and helpless, but Ilya just ran away, taking his belongings with him!

"American Thunderbirds, I remember you!"

The sky in the distance was already vaguely white, and the old ghost was still haunting him, asking for the wings of Daedalus.

"That's enough, Old Bowman. I'm just returning the wings of Daedalus to you. Can you touch them?" Rogge said and threw the wings to Old Bowman. He reached out to catch them, and the wings went straight through his body. Falling down.

"Fly here quickly!" Rogge waved his wand, and the wings that almost fell into the swamp returned to his hand.

"My wings, my wings!" Old Bowman was struck and looked at his hands blankly.

He knew that he was dead and became a ghost, but that was his last masterpiece! He solidified his wings in the picture of Pegasus on the ceiling, just so that he could fly freely in the sky after death.

"Wake up, you've been dead for hundreds of years."

"Yes, but you can help me restore the workshop to its original state and send the wings back." Old Bowman still refused to give up and pestered Rogge beside him.

"Why?" Rogge snorted and looked at the wings carefully.

It is more than two meters long, made of huge silver flight feathers, and the frame is a dark golden color. There is a complex metal structure at the base of the wings that controls the rotation of each feather.

"How to use it?" Rogge looked through it for a long time, but couldn't find a way to use it.

"This is my life's work." Old Bowman sighed, "It allows wizards to fly freely like a silver-maned Pegasus without any restrictions."

"Well, why not create a flying spell to make it happen?"

"Magic? You don't understand the greatness of the wings of Daedalus at all!" Old Bowman exploded instantly and shouted loudly: "Does the curse count as flying? It can only make the wizard float."

"Did you see me?" Bowman said, floating around and showing Roger what magic flying looked like. It suddenly realized that it could fly. However, this was not the flight he had originally envisioned.

"It can blend into your body and let you grow wings like a silver-winged Pegasus! Wings, do you understand?" Old Bowman cried and laughed, "This is all my hard work, why did it fall into your hands?" It’s in!”

Rogge curled his lips and looked at the Wings of Daedalus again. If what old Bowman said is true, wouldn't it be possible to turn a wizard into a birdman?

"Is this the only use of this thing?" Rogge flew to the alchemy workshop on his broom.

"Humph, what do you know?" Old Bowman said arrogantly, "I combined it with the flying trajectory of the Golden Flying Man and used it to fly. The speed is not only fast but the trajectory is elusive."

"You only need to inject magic power into it, and it will melt into the shoulder blade. Cut off the magic power when not in use, and you can take it off. No alchemist can make legendary artifacts like me."

"Even if Icarus flies towards the sun while wearing it, the metal on it will not melt!" Old Bowman was very confident, his tone full of disdain.

"I also engraved ancient magic words on it, which allows me to instantly perform Flash Movement and Flash Appearance."

Rogge's eyes lit up, wasn't that a flash of his own? He couldn't wait to inject magic into it, and the wings of Daedalus shone brightly, firmly attached to his back.

In an instant, I felt like I had grown a pair of wings. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, like a child just learning to walk, swinging them crookedly.

Old Bowman was unhappy on the sidelines, secretly angry that his masterpiece was taken away and used by others. He looked on coldly and suddenly laughed when he saw Rogge's clumsy look.

"Huh, without my guidance, you can't fly!" Bowman laughed at Rogge from the side, looking like a man of fun.