A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

On the other side, Roger and Filch went to the dungeon to find Snape to prepare the antidote. Filch trotted excitedly, jumping for joy like a child receiving a gift. He kept urging Roger to hurry up and wanted to carry him on his shoulders to see Snape.

The two rushed to the dungeon door and unexpectedly met Mrs. Pince in the corridor. She stood there alone, walking around with a book in her arms.

"Mrs. Pince? Why aren't you in the library?" Filch looked at her, confused.

"Ah, I came out to relax." Mrs. Pince replied hurriedly, lowering her head and pulling her hair with her hands.

She suddenly walked quickly in the opposite direction of the dungeon, and when she passed the two of them, she deliberately turned her face to prevent them from seeing her. Just when Rogge was about to push the door open, Mrs. Pince turned around and called: "Rogge."

"Well, what's the matter?" Rogge murmured in his heart. Merlin, he actually wrote a letter.

Could they really become pen pals and keep sending messages around Hogwarts via owl? Could it be that... Rogge looked at Mrs. Pince in disbelief that Snape was so charming when he was washing his hair? Does Mrs. Pince really have a crush on him?

"I...I found a book in the library." Mrs. Pince touched her hair nervously and handed the book to Roger.

"It belongs to a witch named Eileen Prince, and I think Professor Snape will need it." Mrs. Pince said and hurried away.

Roger looked down at the book in his hand. It was an old leather-bound book with "Encyclopedia of Magical Herbal Medicine" printed on the cover. This looked like it would be Snape's kind of thing, a thick professional book on Herbology.

The title page of the book reads "Eileen Prince" with several Gobstones painted next to it. The ink on it is a little blurry, and the pages are full of dense notes. It can be seen that it is one of the original owner's most beloved books.

"Eileen Prince?" Roger muttered the name, not knowing who she was.

But this did not affect his guess. Mrs. Pince was a delicate woman, and she wanted to use this book to open Snape's heart.

Rogge couldn't help but sigh: I agree with this marriage.

well! The teacher is so infatuated. Mrs. Pince might need some love potion. Rogge pushed open the dungeon door and watched Snape brewing the potion and thought to himself: The thought of using a love potion on a potion master is exciting. Unless one is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer.

"Teacher, Professor Sprout has finished processing the mandrake. We can start making the stone antidote."

"Oh? So fast?" Snape didn't even look back, staring at the cauldron with all his attention, "Where can I find mature mandrakes?"

"Germany, New Zealand...many places. As long as you work hard to find it, you can always get it. As long as you work hard, an iron pestle can be ground into a needle." Roger put the raw materials on the table and handed the book over.

He silently added in his heart: As long as the hoe dances well, there is no corner that cannot be dug down.

Snape waved his hand, motioning for him to put the book aside. The potion in the crucible is at a critical moment. If there is any slight difference, it will take another month to brew it again.

"I just met Mrs. Pingsi outside the door. She asked me to give you this book." Rogge reminded.

"Put it on the bookshelf." Snape's fingers trembled slightly, but he did not explore why Mrs. Pince gave him the book.

Rogge nodded and mentioned when he turned around: "She said this book belonged to a witch named Erin Prince."

"Who!" Snape shouted loudly, realizing that he had lost his temper, and took the old book with a stern face.

He carefully opened the title page, and there was a line of familiar handwriting on it, as well as a Gobstone that evoked memories.

"Teacher?" Roger asked cautiously, "Who is Irene?"

"She is my mother." Snape sighed, holding the herbal book in his hand and slowly opening it to look at it.

"She is a witch and was once the captain of the Hogwarts Gobstone Team." Snape stroked the page of the book, his tone laced with nostalgia.

Roger realized that the book evoked memories of his teacher's childhood, and lamented that Mrs. Pince's gift was really well-intentioned. The cauldron on the table made strange noises and emitted colorful lights from time to time. It looked like Snape was starting from scratch again.

"Thank you, Mrs. Pince, for me." Snape said in a low voice. He put the book into his clothes and seemed to put it away specially.

Snape quickly calmed down and continued to look at Rogge with his cold face: "You prepare the stone antidote."

"Okay!" Rogge felt a chill on his back, and Snape's half-smiling expression told him clearly that he was looking for trouble to make things difficult for him.

Rogge began to prepare the stone antidote under Snape's supervision. Before he started, Snape sarcastically said: "Now that we are preparing the potion, do we have to wait for the teacher to clear the table?"

Roger nodded silently and began to clean the workbench without saying a word. Crucibles, test tubes, racks... He carefully inspected every bottle, jar, and tool to make sure everything was ready so as not to give Snape any chance to find fault. .

Snape squinted his eyes and examined it, but so far he couldn't find anything to criticize. He waited for Roger to set up the crucible and ignite the flame, and then cursed him.

But Rogge's every move was extremely cautious, which disappointed Snape. He turned over the hourglass and at the same time took out his pocket watch and started timing. Sure enough, the hourglass Snape used earlier had a faster flow rate than the ordinary hourglass, and was not the half-hour hourglass normally configured.

Rogge breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was cautious and did not give Snape an opportunity. Otherwise, you will definitely get scolded. He first accurately weighed the herbal ingredients and then placed them neatly in the order of use.

Before officially starting the preparation, he checked it again and reconfirmed the formula and preparation method of the stone solution.

"Teacher, is there anything special that I should pay attention to when preparing the stone solution?"

"Hopla juice and mallow must be added at the same time, and they must not be exposed to sunlight." Although Snape wanted to make things difficult for students, he would not deliberately set traps. He also wanted to see Rogge's growth during this period and whether he prepared potions in low light or even dark light.

"Okay, I understand." Rogge waved his wand and used the blackout spell.

I saw a layer of gray fog slowly appearing on the windows, completely blocking the sunlight outside. The room instantly dimmed, and Filch looked at the sample jars around him with some discomfort.

He was a little scared because the eyes in the jar turned to stare at him. He moved forward in panic, but was held down by Snape.

"If you don't want to be corroded into rotten flesh, don't touch the air."

"I know, I know!" Filch didn't dare to move and stood stiffly in place.

Others may be in a hurry when refining potions in the dark, but I have the talent of night vision and will not be affected at all. Rogge lit the dark flame skillfully. This is a ball of faint blue fire, as elegant and uncertain as a will-o'-the-wisp. Only special potions can use this kind of flame to heat it.

Snape raised the corner of his mouth. Rogge had considered it very comprehensively and did not ignore the issue of flames. He watched quietly, waiting to see whether Rogge could pass this "difficulty" perfectly.

Rogge concentrated on the preparation and was not disturbed by the dim environment at all. He filled the crucible with water and slowly poured in the mandrake powder. Potion is a precise subject. The order of addition, stirring frequency and strength... every detail must be strictly adhered to the standard.

As the wand stirs the crucible clockwise, the liquid in the crucible slowly turns dark green. Roger turned over the hourglass and started timing. After the hourglass evaporated, he turned over again.

When the hourglass evaporated for the second time, Roger quickly added 3 drops of hopla juice and crushed mallow leaves. Finally, stir quickly counterclockwise 5 times.

As the rotation of the liquid gradually stopped, a bright red light emitted from the crucible, indicating that a perfect stone solution was successfully produced.

Filch on the side stared at the light intently, admiring the magic with great admiration. If he is not a squib, he can also use magic, and can he refine various miraculous potions like Rogge.

This feeling of regret and longing filled Filch's heart. He touched the letter in his pocket. He must take a correspondence course in quick spell recitation to get rid of his status as a Squib.

"The stone antidote was successful." Roger extinguished the flame, cleaned up the workbench, and handed the potion to Snape for inspection.

Snape took the potion and checked it for a moment, then nodded imperceptibly: "Passed."

Rogge pouted, what kind of comment is this? In the eyes of his own teacher, there are only two evaluations of potions, either they are perfect or they are garbage.

Passed? In front of Filch, can't you give a perfect one?

"Okay, now go help Filch unpetrify Mrs. Norris." Snape handed the potion to Rogge and asked them to leave their dungeon.

"If Loris can talk, we can know who the murderer is." Filch pulled Roger and ran all the way to the school hospital.

Madam Pomfrey stood at the door of the ward with her arms akimbo, driving out a few troublesome little wizards. Hermione saw Roger and shook her head at him. Daphne was confused and didn't understand what riddle they were talking about.

"I hate guessing riddles, I always have." Daphne stared at Roger and decided to ask him alone later.

"Mrs. Pomfrey, the stone antidote is ready." Rogge shook the bottle of medicine in his hand at her. Pomfrey nodded and let him and Filch in.

Filch hugged Loris and looked at Rogge expectantly: "Hurry, lift the petrification on her body quickly, I can't wait for her to move."

With that said, Filch took out the newly bought cat food from his body, which was of the same brand as the one Roger gave him.

"Filch, I know you are in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry yet." Rogge pointed at Loris and reminded him: "I think it's best to give her a bath before lifting her petrification. She It’s been too long since I’ve taken care of it, and the hair in some places is still stuck together.”

"Does it really need to be washed in advance?" Filch was a little embarrassed. When was the last time he gave Loris a bath?

"Trust me!" Rogge nodded. When he raised a cat in his previous life, the cat would grab the basin every time he took a bath.

"I think this is necessary." Rogge nodded and asked Filch to think carefully.

"And you have just been released from the petrified state. It is best to seek professional advice on what you need to eat." Rogge looked at Pomfrey.

"Roger is right." Madam Pomfrey was a little surprised. She didn't expect him to be so careful.

Pomfrey had never had a good impression of Rogge. As the only doctor in the school hospital, two of the young wizards she treated last year were sent in because of Rogge.

She heard a lot of negative comments about Roger from Ron and Jordan. All evil, sinister and cunning... Madam Pomfrey knew that there were elements of exaggeration, but the injuries on the two people's bodies could not be faked.

However, seeing that he actively helped Filch find mature mandrakes and paid close attention to Loris's physical condition, she slightly changed her view of Rogge.

"After being de-petrified, you should not eat too spicy food in the early stage. I will design Loris's diet plan, and you can take care of it first." Pomfrey turned and returned to the office.

Roger waved his wand and turned the chair next to him into a wooden basin. Then he stopped.

"Roger, you don't want me to fetch water, do you?" Filch looked at Rogge doubtfully, "Isn't there clear water like a spring?"

"Yes." Rogge looked very embarrassed. It wasn't that he didn't want to use it, but that he didn't dare to use it.

The panel's bonus to the magic spell only increased. He had thought of many ways, but he still couldn't control the power of the magic spell. It's really useful when fighting enemies, but it's quite difficult for me to communicate with magic in daily life.

Rogge shook his head, I also want to use my ordinary strength to make friends with you, but my strength does not allow it!

"Well, I may be the first wizard who is too strong to use magic casually."

Filch looked at him eagerly, and Rogge hesitated for a moment before deciding to use the Heart of Elements. He concentrated on sensing the water elements floating in the air and used runes to activate them.

"Condensation." Rogge read out the ancient runes, and soon, clear water drops condensed in the basin. In the blink of an eye, it was full.

Squib Filch didn't notice the difference at all, he happily picked up Loris and started bathing. Cats in their petrified state are very good and can be washed as they please.

After tidying it up with a towel and comb, a factory-new Mrs. Norris appeared.

"Filch, take a bath when you have time." Rogge looked at the basin of water and shook his head helplessly.

Madam Pomfrey also prepared food at this time. She came over with a plate and saw Loris who was cleanly washed.

"Okay, Roger, you can feed her the medicine."

"No problem." Rogge hugged Loris and muttered: "Da Lang, it's time to take medicine."

As the fiery red liquid was poured into her mouth, it didn't take long for Loris's stiff body to gradually soften, and her stomach began to rise and fall regularly.

"Are you awake?" Filch looked at Loris anxiously. After a while, the little cat shook his body and stood up!

"Loris! You finally woke up!" Filch excitedly picked up Loris and spun him around, and Loris struggled to jump down.

She looked around, not sure why she was here. Madam Norris sniffed, then jumped up to Pomfrey and rubbed her legs.

"Well, come and eat." Pomfrey stroked the kitten lovingly. It has recovered well and is very energetic.

"Loris? Loris!" Filch circled around her nervously, lying on the ground to carefully observe her eating. Loris purred and stretched out her paws to cover his face.

"Great! You're finally back!" Filch shed tears excitedly and quickly covered them up with his sleeves.

"Roger, thank you so much."

"Whatever, we are friends." Rogge said with a smile.

"You are right, friend. My dear Shadow Prefect!" Filch said, holding Rogge's hand tightly.

Loris licked her paws gracefully and left the ward proudly with her head held high. She walked on the authentic cat walk and looked at the little wizard outside with dignity. She didn't understand what these little wizards were looking at. If it hadn't been for the early weather, she would have asked Filch to catch them all.

"Loris is ready!"

"Is she looking here?"

"Why do you feel that Loris has become more beautiful?"

"Illusion! It must be an illusion! Most of the time, I haven't been caught by it during my night walks."

"Who said that! I went out at night, you can't slander me out of thin air!"

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Amidst the joyful noise, everyone warmly welcomed Mrs. Norris back to campus. Loris swung her tail proudly and started patrolling the school again.

Roger stood in the ward, looking at the cheerful little wizard outside. He knew very well that petrification was only the lowest damage done by the Basilisk. Its eyes are as deadly as the mandrake's cry.

If you relax your vigilance because you have the herb to remove petrification, then the little wizard may not be petrified next time, but die.

But this matter is uncontrollable, unless someone also uses snake language to control the basilisk, or finds a way to deal with it.

Hermione sneaked in while Madam Pomfrey wasn't paying attention, and handed Roger the letter from her father.

"It's chicken blood." She told Roger in a low voice. "Hagrid is the only one in the school who keeps roosters. But he loves animals so much that he will definitely not hurt them."

Hermione knew they couldn't stand each other, and Hagrid was always worried about Slytherin's little snake hurting Harry. Rogge said that he released magical creatures at will, destroying the ecology of the Forbidden Forest and posing a safety threat to the teachers and students of the school.

If we were to say who Rogue hated the most, Hagrid would definitely rank first. Others have not been found so far. As for Ron and Jordan, Hermione didn't think Roger cared about them at all.

"I understand." Rogge closed the letter and shouted at the door of the ward: "Gentlemen and ladies, thanks to Miss Granger's help, we know some clues about the word in scarlet."

He looked around and discovered Ginny. Ginny stood at the front, a little uneasy.

"Good news, that blood is not human blood."

"Ha..." After hearing the news, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. If it weren't for human blood, it could be interpreted as a nasty prank.

"Very good!"

"Hermione, didn't your father analyze what the blood was?"

"Definitely not. How could a Muggle do it?"

"It's pretty good. At least I know it's not human blood."

…

Harry and the others also relaxed, he hadn't heard that strange sound these days. Ron looked at Hermione and said, pretending to be smart: "Just use your brain and you will know that no one in the school was hurt."

"But there is still bad news." Rogge cleared his throat, telling everyone not to be too happy: "We still haven't caught each other."

Ginny was visibly relieved to hear this. Everyone was also talking about this, and the students discussed it in various directions. I thought it was just petrification anyway, no big deal. As long as the other party continues to take action, they will be caught sooner or later.

Gradually, the people at the door of the ward dispersed in twos and threes, and they began to discuss other topics. Some said that a parent's signature was required to go to Hogsmeade, some were talking about a few days of Quidditch matches, and some said that Lockhart's class was a complete drama performance.

"Roger, why didn't you tell them it was chicken blood?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

On National Day, I wish our great motherland prosperity! Happy National Day to everyone!