A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

The two fathers soon started arguing in front of their children. Coupled with recent conflicts, the language has become extremely offensive.

Arthur couldn't bear the humiliation, especially when Lucius spoke rudely in front of the children. He didn't care about anything and punched Lucius.

Flourish and Blotts Bookstore was already crowded, and two men fighting made the whole scene even more chaotic. Rogge quickly shouted to them to step back and there was no need to get involved.

The witches screamed, and Mrs. Weasley urged her husband to stop. The clerk tried to catch the two of them, but they pushed the bookshelf.

The benefits of large numbers of people were perfectly demonstrated. Arthur's children cheered for their father loudly: "Dad, beat him! Beat him!"

Malfoy was shouting there too, but his voice was completely drowned out.

"The two of them are not very good at fighting." Rogge shook his head and sneered.

The two of them grabbed each other's collars, punching and kicking each other like a turn-based game.

"Spread out, gentlemen, spread out!" Hagrid walked in and used his brute strength to force the two of them apart.

Lucius's expensive clothes were torn, his hair was messy, and there was a purple bruise under the corner of his eye. Arthur was not having a good time either. His hat was blown off and the corner of his mouth was broken.

Lucius snorted coldly and stuffed the book into Ginny's cauldron: "Little girl, take it, this is the best thing your father can give you."

He shook off Hagrid's arm, waved to Draco, and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, Uncle Malfoy." Rogge motioned to Hermione and the others not to follow. There were some issues that were not suitable for her to participate in.

"Rogge?" Lucius was stunned for a moment, then quickly laughed: "I heard that your family manor has been built."

"Yes, there will be a dinner party in two days. I hope you can come."

"Of course, our pureblood family just happens to be getting together."

Rogge frowned, my family's banquet is not to set a stage for you.

"Draco, I'm right, fists are more powerful than words."

Draco looked up at Lucius as if that was the case.

"But, gentlemen. After the duel, someone will eventually be responsible for this chaos." Rogge patted the clerk next to him. Their fight caused a lot of damage to Flourishes and Blotts Bookstore.

Although the knocked down bookshelf did not damage a few books, at least I have to give an apology.

Lucius suddenly laughed: "You are right."

He flaunted a small bag of Galleons to the clerk and said arrogantly: "Send these books to Malfoy Manor. I think Draco needs to make more preparations for the new school year."

Draco was a little confused, why was he still injured? He glared at Rogge angrily, "It's all your fault for talking too much!"

"Arthur, next time you want to fight me, you can go to the street and do it. Knowledge is very expensive." He smiled happily, and it felt good to hit the opponent with Galleons.

Hagrid and the Weasley family stared at Malfoy angrily, unable to do anything in the face of the reality of poverty.

"Roger, is this a little too much?" Hermione came over and asked in a low voice. The entire school knew about the Weasley family's situation, so it was unkind to do this.

"Men are responsible for their own actions. Lucius and Mr. Arthur are still fathers."

"Hermione, Roger is right." Mr. Granger nodded. Regardless of Muggles or wizards, evading responsibility is a disgraceful behavior.

"Mr. Granger, there will be a party at our house in a few days. Are you free?"

"Us!" Granger was very surprised and quickly refused: "Thank you for your kindness, Roger. But we are Muggles..."

"It's okay, I also invited Andrew. He is a squib and does some investment business in London. If you are worried, I can hold a small banquet in the side hall."

Mr. Granger and his wife looked at each other and nodded. They knew that Hermione would live in the wizarding world in the future, and such a party would not be a bad thing for her.

Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and rivers and lakes are not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships.

"Oh, great! I will arrange a carriage to pick you up at that time. After all, the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron tends to stain dresses."

Many wizarding families received invitations to banquets at Travis Manor, and Snape himself also received one. However, Rogge believed that his teacher was probably addicted to potions and could not extricate himself.

Just as Roger was wondering whether Snape would come or not, the Weasley family living in the Burrow quarreled over a letter. Although Weasley belonged to a pure-blood family, Rogue did not send an invitation.

The letter came from Godric's Hollow, from Molly's great-aunt Muriel. Jessica sent an invitation letter to the Prewett family, but the Prewett family had lost all their direct men in the war.

This bad-tempered old lady never married and lived in a huge house wearing a priceless fairy crown. She alone controls the entire family's property, and most of her relatives hope to get a share of her body.

These bloodthirsty guys made Muriel's temper extremely bad, and she couldn't help but get closer to her kind-hearted niece Molly Prewett. Every Christmas, she would leave the mansion and spend time with the Weasley family at the Burrow.

Muriel received the dinner invitation yesterday and her thoughts immediately went to Molly's children. Given the Weasley family's situation, they didn't have the money to prepare a dress after receiving the invitation. She is already old, and such a dinner can only bring back memories of the past out of thin air.

If children are interested in developing careers in the Ministry of Magic, this dinner is a rare opportunity for them.

"Mom, we must not go to that kind of place! We will only be laughed at by the rich." Ron objected first.

On the gold-plated invitation, Travis's name was very eye-catching, reminding him of Rogge's face that needed a beating.

"Our silly brother is right, our rags are incompatible with the place." George and Fred nodded, ignoring the large package of galleons sent by Aunt Muriel.

Harry sat nearby, listening to the family's discussion. Ginny didn't care what her brothers were saying, she lowered her head and glanced at Harry secretly from time to time.

Arthur had heard about it from his colleagues at the Ministry of Magic, although he wanted to participate in high society activities. But considering that there were purebloods who were hostile to Muggles, it was more appropriate to decline Aunt Muriel's kindness.

"What the children said makes sense, let's not force it."

Molly nodded, "Since everyone thinks so, let's send the galleons and invitations back to Aunt Muriel."

"I'll go." Percy suddenly said, picking up the package on the table.

Ron felt like something was wrong with him recently. He had been reading a book called "How Prefects Gain Power" all day long. But no one had any objection. As his mother's proudest son, Percy has always been a role model for all children.

Percy returned to his room and secretly hid the invitation. He picked up Errol and let the poor little guy carry Galleon back to Godric's Hollow.

"Where are you going, Percy?" Ron asked warily when he saw Percy in the flower garden.

"The Leaky Cauldron, want to come?"

"No." Ron shook his head. Percy, who had no sense of humor, was always out of tune with his brothers.

Early in the morning, Youmi lay on the bed and slept soundly. The little guy was reluctantly picked up by Roger and began to receive magic training.