A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Brother said you are a bad person." Ginny looked up nervously and glanced at him secretly, then quickly lowered her head, "I...I encountered some unhappy things, so I came out to relax."

"Bad guy? He's just jealous of me. It seems like Gryffindor is not so united and friendly when we go out to relax at night." Rogge looked at Ginny. Her school robe was a bit old and didn't fit her body well. She looked like a dog. Clown duck.

"Be careful. There is a Peeves in the school. He is not as easy to talk to as me. By the way, is Scabbers interested in renting it to me?"

"That's my brother's..." Ginny didn't refuse directly, but her refusal was obvious.

"Oh?" Rogge smiled, "It should be considered your family's common property. 500 Galleons, I don't have any excessive requirements, I just rent it for a period of time. I promise to return it intact."

Ginny shook her head silently and rejected Rogge's proposal.

"Are you really not going to think about it? Only you and I know about this matter." Rogge put one hand on the wall and put the chicken feathers in her fiery red hair as if teasingly.

The Weasleys are all too stubborn. If Scabbers wasn't an Animagus, he wouldn't even want to take a second look.

Ginny started crying with red eyes, and Roger quickly comforted her: "Don't cry... I apologize, I really apologize."

"Yeah." Ginny wiped away her tears and left carefully, leaning against the wall.

Entering October, the rain not only did not stop, but became even more violent. Bullet-sized raindrops hit the mosaic glass, making a clicking sound. It was wet everywhere, and Roger had to invent a drying spell to give himself a comfortable environment.

"Aqiu~" Daphne blew her nose. She was already the fifth person in the club to catch a cold.

"Are you okay?" Rogge looked at her worriedly, and Hermione touched her forehead, which was very hot.

"I...Aqiu..." Before Daphne could finish speaking, she sneezed again.

"Daphne, let's go see Madam Pomfrey first." Rogge shook his head. It seemed that the club activities had to be suspended first.

Daphne pouted aggrievedly, how could she be so unlucky. She kept sneezing and even had snot bubbles coming out of her nose accidentally. Daphne quickly covered her face and ran to the school hospital with a red head.

"That's weird." Hermione complained as she sat there with her arms folded.

"How come there are so many people with colds in the whole school recently? Apart from the weather, I feel like there's something weird about it."

Rogge nodded. Wizards can also get sick, but a large-scale cold is obviously not a normal situation: "Except for dragon pox, it is normally impossible to sustain an infection. I think there must be something weird mixed in the castle."

"Weird things?" Hermione looked around in fear as she thought about some creatures that spread diseases everywhere.

"It can't be the Acromantula, right? No, people in our club are not the first to catch a cold."

"Hermione, how do Muggles explain illness?" Roger reminded.

"Most of them are viruses, which are very small things. They can pass through the air, water, etc... Roger, are you saying that the environment of Hogwarts is contaminated?"

"Other than that, I can't think of any other reason." Roger thought of Ginny, and the little girl was afraid that she might have opened the secret room.

There are thousands of years of air there, and a large amount of it is mixed into the environment of Hogwarts. It is no wonder that many young wizards get colds and illnesses.

"Hermione, try not to go out at night."

"Do you know the inside story?" Hermione stared at him, as if Rogge always knew the answer first.

"Not sure yet." Rogge shook his head and took out his badge to inform others. The club's collective activities have been adjusted to Sunday afternoon and will no longer be open in the evening.

But looking at Hermione's expression, she didn't take Roger's reminder to heart. Rogge stepped forward and stared at her, while Hermione lowered her head in embarrassment.

The world was wrapped in heavy rain and seemed particularly quiet. They were alone in the room, and the fire was roaring in the fireplace. Hermione didn't know what Roger was going to say, and her face was burned red by the fire.

"Be careful, this is not a joke." Roger reminded her gently. Hermione kept nodding, not sure if she heard it.

"Uh-huh……"

"Go back and rest early. If you need anything, use your badge to contact me."

Looking at Hermione running away in a hurry, Roger couldn't help but sigh, if being handsome is a sin, then I will be unforgivable.

He opened the bag and Nagini got out. She rubbed Rogge's arm affectionately and looked at her master with attachment.

"Master, do you want to draw blood?"

"Yes." Rogge took out the needle, and Nagini placed it next to her obediently.

"I will put you in the dormitory recently. If you hear any strange snake language, don't reply."

"Okay, Master." Nagini didn't ask why, Rogge's words were her credo.

The closer it gets to Halloween, the more Ginny goes on night walks. When Rogge was training Sailor at night, he saw her wandering around in a daze many times. People who didn't know better thought the little girl had sleepwalking.

As a prefect, Percy can sometimes be seen with red hair. But he always turned around just right, pretending he didn't see his sister's violation.

It's just that he has a bigger problem with his three younger brothers. Even if he goes out for a night out, he must be careful. He just plays by himself every day and doesn't care about his sister at all.

Percy looked at the heavy rain outside the window, and his mother Molly wrote again, asking him to take good care of them. Father Arthur's work at the Ministry of Magic has been completely suspended. He heard that the Ministry will send him to the Arctic Circle to guard the Floo Network.

Amelia, the director of the Legal Enforcement Department, resigned voluntarily, and the new director seems to be named Delis. Percy muttered the name. He remembered that the other person had a good relationship with Rogge. Would it be easier to get into the Ministry of Magic if Roger could write a letter of recommendation?

He found out that the student union president at Hogwarts had some privileges and could directly work in the Ministry of Magic after graduation. Recently, he is planning this.

"Who?" Percy shouted when he heard a strange noise around the corner. He ran over to look and saw only a series of strange water stains on the ground.

"What's wrong, Percy?" Other patrolling prefects came over and complained when they saw the water on the ground, "I don't know which college he is from, but he is still running around in the heavy rain."

"Percy, where are you going after graduation?" Davis was a little worried. His results in OWLs last year were very poor and he only got 6 certificates.

"I want to go to the Ministry of Magic." Percy got 12 certificates and didn't have to worry as much as Davis.

"Ministry of Magic? Then you must be careful." Davis patted him on the shoulder. His father Arthur might be holding him back.

Percy smiled bitterly, he really couldn't blame anyone else for this. Arthur always deliberately alienated pure-blood wizards, making everyone unwilling to work with him. After joining the Ministry of Magic, I might as well be burdened with Arthur's history.

The eldest brother Bill returned from sending a letter from Egypt. He did a good job in breaking the curse at Gringotts. However, the goblins are very stingy and never raise their wages. In addition, the price of potion materials has recently increased, and Bill's savings have decreased instead of increasing.

"I wish I were as rich as Roger." Percy sighed. He also wanted to make some inventions and open a shop in Diagon Alley to earn some extra money to support his family.

But I don't have any talent in this area. I seem to be only good at reading and taking exams. The two brothers, George and Fred, were capable of making some inventions, but their stuff was only at the level of pranks, and they could only be sold to everyone at Hogwarts.

With endless worries, Percy walked in Hogwarts Castle late at night. If he could make a wish, he hoped that he would never have to graduate and never have to worry about these problems.

On Halloween, Roger celebrated with everyone in the auditorium. Hermione pretended to be a vampire and bit Daphne on the neck.

"Ah~ I'm dead!" Daphne fell on Hermione mischievously, then put on her dentures and looked at Roger.

"Little wizard, I have become a great vampire queen! Surrender to me." She read loudly without shame, put on her little wings and stood on the chair. Her nails were dyed bright red, and she rushed towards Rogge with her teeth and claws bared.

"What a beautiful idea!" Rogge tied her up with his backhand and pulled out her dentures.

"Hermione, save me! The witcher is too powerful, I...I can't help it." Daphne broke free from the restraints, staggered towards Hermione, and fell into her arms.

The students dressed in different costumes all around laughed.

"Oh, my dear Daphne. I will not let those witchers go! Rest in peace and watch me avenge you!" Hermione asked her to sit down and waved her wand to dress herself in gorgeous clothes.

"Hey, where did you do this?" Daphne jumped up immediately, grabbing her clothes and looking at them carefully.

"I did it as described in the book. Okay, Daphne, you are dead." Hermione asked her to pretend to be dead quickly, and she had to take revenge on the hateful witcher for her.

"Ah, dead? I just had my teeth pulled out by the demon hunter."

"Don't worry about these details, it's my turn to perform!" Hermione stood up and threw off her gorgeous cloak.

Hermione cleared her throat, made an exaggerated pose, and stared at Roger fiercely.

"I was born of blood and death, and I sleep in an ancient sarcophagus. Glory is my past, and death is my creed. Demon hunter!... Demon hunter..."

"Roger, it's your turn to say your lines!"

"Line? What did you say?" Rogge faced the two actors and actresses and didn't know how to answer.

"You said you were."

The little wizards around looked at them expectantly, and Rogge felt his face was a little hot: "Yes."

"Witcher, you killed my first love, and you destroyed my life-and-death vow with her. I, the ancient and noble vampire queen, Hermione Granger, will avenge my dear Daphne!" Hermione said He waved his wand and pointed it at Roger.

"what?"

"Take action!"

"Really take action?"

"Idiot, of course it's fake. You wave the wand to make a show, and then I stab the wand into your chest, and you die. Come on, hurry up."

"All right."

At this moment, everyone gathered around. The principal's skeleton dance team was still dancing, but Hermione's performance was not as exciting as it was.

"Sinful dark species, you should return to death." Rogge waved his wand and accompanied Hermione to continue the performance.

The two's wands fought in the air for several rounds. Hermione took two steps, pushed Roger's hand away, and stabbed the wand into his heart.

"Witcher, you are too weak! Go to hell!" Hermione pretended to use her special move and pointed her wand at Roger's chest.

"It's time to fall to the ground!" Hermione quickly reminded him, how could he be so stupid.

"Oh!" Rogge leaned back exaggeratedly, pretending to be hit. Rogge closed his eyes and leaned on the long table, which meant that he was dead.

"Daphne! I defeated the witcher, and I avenged you! Oh, my dear Daphne!" Hermione said, hugging her and kissing her cheek.

"Yeah, we won!" Daphne jumped up excitedly, and the surrounding students gave her warm applause.

Their performance was so wonderful that just as Hermione was about to stand up to thank her, she felt something click on her back.

"The demon hunter dragged the dying body and killed the vampire queen at the last moment. The evil undead disappeared from sight."

"Wow, great!"

"Roger, my script is not like this." Hermione wrinkled her nose, how could she change the script randomly.

"Your performance is wonderful!" Lockhart emerged from the crowd and watched everyone start to talk.

"I think the relationship between vampires and witchers is a little more subtle. As you know, I have a book called "Traveling with a Vampire."

Everyone looked at Lockhart, and the admiration in their eyes made him feel a little carried away. However, Rogge was helpless and rolled his eyes at Lockhart. The talkative teacher, who was ignorant and incompetent, began to talk at length again.

"If you have read my book carefully, you should know that vampires also have rich emotions. The vampire Lillian and I experienced a thrilling sea adventure, from the initial hostility to the final understanding and trust."

"But, in order to protect me, she voluntarily faced the scorching sun and turned into ashes..." Lockhart said this with tears in his eyes.

Rogge couldn't help but admire his acting skills. Lillian may be real, but the protagonist wizard is definitely not Lockhart himself. I don’t know which unlucky guy had his memory stolen by him.

"I think we can make the vampire queen fall in love with a human girl. Through her first embrace, she transforms the girl into a member of her own race."

"However, the boy learned that his sweetheart was taken away by a vampire and began to look for him everywhere. After hard training, he became a witcher... Oh, no, it should be a wizard." Lockhart was not satisfied with the setting of the witcher. Walk around with your head down and continue to refine your ideas.

"I can play the role of the boy's mentor and teach him how to become an excellent wizard. How about Harry being the protagonist? Harry? Harry?" Lockhart shouted for a long time, but did not see Harry.

If Harry joins the show, it will definitely take his fame to another level. He had already thought of the slogan. Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived and dear savior, would stage a touching love story.

"Okay. The boy killed the vampire queen according to the teacher's instructions. When he saw his sweetheart, she had turned into a vampire.

His wand did not kill the girl, but his heart was broken by her appearance. He walked out of the castle in despair and disappeared into the storm. "As soon as Lockhart finished speaking, a thunder sounded outside the castle.

Everyone was shocked. There wouldn't really be a vampire queen in Hogwarts, right?

"The girl looked at the wizard's back and walked straight into the storm. When the wind and rain stopped, a rainbow appeared and the sun shone on her. She was silent in the burning pain and turned into ashes and went with the wind."

"Oh, I'm such a genius!" Lockhart clenched his fists, and the students' bright eyes stared at him, full of admiration.

"I will be the boy's teacher... No, he is not the center of the whole drama." Lockhart thought for a while and firmly believed that he must be the focus of the whole drama.

"Otherwise I'll be the boy. He's the brightest character in the whole play."

"Yes!" Lockhart saw Snape and finally knew how to arrange the role.

He came to play the boy and Harry played the girl. Professor Snape's stiff face is perfect for the role of the Vampire Queen. As for the wizard teacher, Professor McGonagall can play the role.

Lockhart made his own little calculation. Only when the people around him were not good at acting could he bring out his elegant and gorgeous acting skills!

"Perfect! Oh, I am such a genius!" Lockhart was immersed in his genius interpretation, and the good story suddenly became weird.

He habitually showed a charming smile, his appearance, his talent, the love in his story... Then, there was a little witch who was fascinated by this charm.

"Headmaster, Headmaster!" Lockhart suddenly shouted towards the teacher's chair. Dumbledore looked at Lockhart in confusion, wondering what the genius's whimsical views were.

"Why not organize a theatrical performance? Right here, how about Christmas! I'll write the play myself."

"Drama performance?" The professors all looked at Kettlebo, the professor of magical animal husbandry, who was also a fan of drama.

"I support!" Ketelber was the first to raise his hand in welcome. He has a record of 62 probationary visits, all of which were "honors" he received while teaching.

"Kettlebo, the ash snake you used for your last performance burned down the entire auditorium." Professor McGonagall reminded. It was after that time that dangerous drama performances stopped at Hogwarts.

"But, but that was a long time ago..." Kettlebo lowered his head, like a child who made a mistake.

"McGonagall, I'm retiring soon. Please let me organize another performance. Don't you trust me or Professor Lockhart?" Kettlebo took Lockhart's hand and begged Dumbledore. .

"He is a recipient of the Order of Merlin, Third Class..." Kettlebo forgot what came next. Lockhart's title was really too long, and even harder to remember than Dumbledore's.

"Honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts Alliance, five-time winner of the Wizarding Weekly Most Charming Smile Award." Lockhart adjusted his clothes and stood side by side with Kettlebo.

He has already thought about it, as long as the performance is successful. I gave the script to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore for distribution, and it will definitely create a wave of popularity. As for the source of inspiration and the prototype of the story, Hermione and Miss Daphne, they will send autographed books as a thank you.

"Students should not be exposed to honors and praises too early. This is not good for their development." Lockhart smiled and looked at Hermione and Daphne, who were immersed in their own incomparable aura.

McGonagall looked at Lockhart's smile, then turned to look at Kettlebo. Just one Kettlebo was already a headache. If Lockhart was added to the mix, she couldn't imagine how disastrous the performance would be.

"Performance?" Dumbledore thought. Professor Lockhart seemed to have merit only in literature.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!

Suitable for: Reunion

Dislike: werewolves