A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Oh my God! Explosion? Was the vault door blown open?" George's eyes widened. "Didn't the goblins say that the thief failed?"

"Tch, this is not the first time we know that the official statement is unreliable. A few days ago, the Ministry of Magic said that the wrong person was not imprisoned!" Sara sneaked over and whispered: "The thief successfully opened the vault, but the owner of the vault was earlier. The contents had already been taken away, so the thief did not succeed."

Rogge on the side listened to the rich mezzo-soprano and wondered why the witch thought she had lowered her voice.

However, the witch's words also reminded Rogge that when Hagrid brought Harry Potter to Diagon Alley, he met Rocky in the Leaky Cauldron wearing an Indian footband...

"Bah, Rocky is a boxer. It's better to call him Quirrell." Rogge pondered Professor Quirrell's name. It was better for him to stay away from Mr. Savior. Harry was surrounded by trouble.

In fact, as the witch said, Hagrid took the Philosopher's Stone first, leaving Quirrell with nothing and almost being caught by the goblin.

"The magic stone is a magic item that can make people live forever and turn stones into gold." Rogge remembered that the maker of the magic stone lived for a long time and his name was a bit difficult to pronounce.

To be honest, if the Sorcerer's Stone was placed in front of him, he would definitely take it for himself. Who doesn’t long for eternal life?

"Alchemy, good stuff." Rogge added alchemy to his plans after enrolling.

Scenes from the plot I had seen in my previous life emerged, including Voldemort, Quirrell, Dumbledore, Harry, and the three-headed "pet dog".

"Professor McGonagall! Professor McGonagall!" Rogge spotted Professor McGonagall in the crowd and quickly held up the bag and waved.

"Roger, it seems you did a good job, you bought everything." Professor McGonagall nodded when she saw Yumi in the backpack on Rogge's chest. She looked at the big and small bags hanging on Rogge's body and couldn't help but Shake his head.

"Professor, I've bought everything!" Rogge turned around and showed Professor McGonagall the results of his shopping.

"Rogg, next time you see Erwin, don't listen to what he says. It's best to make a list first and buy according to your needs." Professor McGonagall thought that Rogg was under Erwin's bombardment of sales. , bought so many things in a daze, she sighed: "If you can't refuse Erwin, even if you buy his entire store, he can continue to sell you things."

"Professor, I actually didn't buy much at the Bad Goods Store..." Rogge explained sincerely. Merlin and I bought most of them at the Magic Zoo.

"It's okay, just pay attention to distinguishing it from now on." Professor McGonagall picked up the bag for Rogge and led him to Madam Malkin's Robe Shop.

"Such a small cat needs careful care. When you get to Hogwarts, you can learn about magical animals from Hagrid."

"Hagrid? Professor, is he as powerful as Mr. Newt?" Roger certainly knew who Hagrid was, but he didn't know much about Newt.

"Newt, an old friend of mine, he is an outstanding scholar of magical animals." Professor McGonagall thought of his old friend with a nostalgic smile on his face.

"Hagrid is also amazing. He has had an extraordinary affinity and understanding of various magical creatures since he was a child. I believe that under his guidance, your knowledge of magical animals will definitely improve a lot."

"Now we should go get the robes." Professor McGonagall opened the door of the robe shop, and Mrs. Malkin saw them smiling and getting a black robe.

"Come and try it! I guarantee that the clothes will fit this time!" Mrs. Malkin asked Roger to put the bag on the chair next to her, and motioned to the young man to put it on and try it on.

"What a handsome young man. The girls at Hogwarts will definitely be fascinated by you!" Mrs. Malkin said with satisfaction. She took a newly made pointed wizard hat and put it on Rogge's head, and then draped it over him. Put on the cloak.

Rogge looked at himself in the mirror and couldn't help but straighten his spine. Mrs. Malkin's craftsmanship is indeed exquisite. No wonder all the young wizards in the British wizarding world come to her shop to customize their school uniforms.

"There's still something missing!" Mrs. Malkin clapped her hands and tilted her head to think for a while.

"Yes, one more tie is needed!" Mrs. Malkin walked to the clothes rack nearby and selected a slender silver-green tie.

Professor McGonagall looked hesitant when she saw the tie in Mrs. Malkin's hand. However, considering that freshmen are determined by the sorting hat, they no longer worry about its color.

The little wizard in the mirror is a little thin, but after putting on a full wizard robe and tie, he looks brand new. Professor McGonagall also had to admit that Rogge had an indescribable temperament.

Perhaps because he was imprisoned in Azkaban by mistake since childhood, this temperament gives people a sense of calm and deep contradiction, like a storm about to surge deep in the calm ocean.

"It fits perfectly! I knew there would be nothing wrong with the school robe I made!" Mrs. Malkin looked at the little wizard in the mirror with relief, "Roger, if you agree to the robe shop using your photo for promotion, I I can give you all your clothes for school for free.”

The little wizard's complete school uniform, including winter and summer sets, plus dragon leather gloves, costs no less than 30 gold galleons. For any family in the wizarding world, it is not a small sum of money. Considering that Rogge's school uniforms are made separately, and the materials are obviously several grades higher than those on the mannequins, the price is definitely more expensive.

"Mrs. Malkin, your craftsmanship is so good!" Rogge rejected Mrs. Malkin's suggestion, "I think it's better to pay the original price."

Mrs. Malkin looked at Rogge regretfully and respected the young wizard's opinion.

"Thank you very much, Mrs. Malkin. Although you can't hang my photo publicly to promote the store, I can give it to you as a personal gift."

"Oh, dear, you are so polite!" Mrs. Malkin hugged Roger happily, "Seeing you children happily wearing the school uniforms I made is my greatest pleasure. The photos you gave me, I will definitely keep it well."

"When we get to school, I'll take some more photos for you." Rogge said with a smile.

"Great, then we have an agreement!" Mrs. Malkin narrowed her eyes and high-fived Rogge.

"It's getting late, we should go to Gringotts." Professor McGonagall reminded.

"Then let's say goodbye, Mrs. Malkin. Thank you again for making such a perfect school robe for me." Rogge bowed his hands and refused the 50% discount offered by Mrs. Malkin.

"Go, my little sir. I look forward to your letters and photos!" Mrs. Malkin held the camera, which contained a magical photo of Roger in full school uniform.

"Professor, isn't Gringotts blocked?" After leaving Madam Malkin's robe shop, Rogge had another bag in his hand. Fortunately, Professor McGonagall helped to share the burden, so I wasn't unable to walk.

"It's just temporary. For the goblins in Gringotts, missing one minute of business means they feel like they've lost 1,000 gold galleons." Professor McGonagall complained. Those goblins were more passionate about gold coins than anyone else.