A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"About the prophecy, I learned about it from the centaurs." Rogge quickly found the scapegoat. Jessica couldn't go to the centaurs tribe to verify it anyway.

"The information predicted by the stars is quite dangerous, and the divination results are not optimistic. As for Grindelwald, he himself has powerful prophecy ability."

Jessica recalled Grindelwald's reaction, and after some thought, she said, "If the prophecy is like this, we must prepare in advance."

"Prepare? Prepare for what?"

"Be prepared to fill the power vacuum." Jessica replied calmly, while teaching: "Power never disappears. Once Dumbledore dies, all the tangible and intangible power in him will be scattered."

"Son, you must understand that the king is dead, long live the king."

Roger, who was eating bread, couldn't help but stop chewing. He had heard this proverb a long time ago. But listening to it now, there is a completely new understanding.

Both death and mobs can destroy the old king's body. But the power he represents will never die. The new monarch will inherit everything and accept the cheers of his subjects.

The king never dies, he is there, watching.

Rogge spoke slowly: "Now that Grindelwald has come out, he will definitely prevent the fulfillment of the prophecy. Perhaps, the midsummer night will be disillusioned."

Jessica shook her head, disagreeing with her son's opinion. She reminded: “Perhaps it is because of our actions that the prophecy becomes a reality.”

"Historically, countless wizards tried to prevent the prophecy from coming. However, when the prophecy came true, they discovered that they were the accomplices in making it happen."

Rogge disagreed with Jessica's view in his heart. He himself is not in the trajectory of fate, and without his own intervention, Midsummer Night would have happened.

Now, take the initiative to introduce variables yourself. Will fate really run according to its predetermined trajectory?

Rogge looked through the window at the valley shrouded in heavy rain, and he wanted to challenge the so-called fate.

Barbara, who was dressed in luxurious clothes, held Jessica's hand. She stood in front of the fireplace and said reluctantly: "Jessica, the mountains in England are too short. What is Ben Nevis, in the majestic Alps?" He looked like a country bumpkin in front of him.

Why don't you consider buying a manor here and come here exclusively for vacation? I heard Delacour mention some Muggle skiing at Christmas time.

If we feel vulgar, we can go to see operas and concerts in Vienna. At this point, Muggles are doing pretty well. "

Jessica's smile slowly faded. This Barbara didn't forget to be sarcastic before leaving.

"The scenery in the Alps is indeed magnificent, but there are too many Muggle resorts." Jessica shook her head and retorted: "I still like places with many wizards."

"Goodbye, Barbara." Jessica sprinkled the floo powder, but secretly vowed to buy a manor in the Alps with a higher altitude than them, a larger area, and more luxurious decoration than them.

Back at the villa by the Thames River, Jessica picked up the Muggle phone: "Son, what's Andrew's phone number?"

"Huh?" Rogge was enjoying a glass of iced Coke and looked outside in confusion: "The sun doesn't come out from the west either."

"Mom, what do you want to do?"

"Isn't he the Muggle asset manager of our family? I asked him to help me find some antiquities dealers."

"Ahem..." Rogge took a big sip of coke and said while coughing: "Is it so straightforward? I'll look for it."

Roger reported the phone number to Jessica and sighed helplessly. It's obvious that Jessica was stimulated by the trip to France.

To her, the Muggle coins that Andrew managed were little more than scrap paper. Using waste paper to buy cultural relics to decorate your room is a good deal no matter how you look at it. It is conceivable that Jessica will become the antiquities dealer's favorite customer in the future.

"British Museum?" Jessica reconfirmed to Andrew on the phone, "Are you sure they can handle it?"

"Money is not an issue, tell them, what I need is quality products! If they try to deceive me with fakes, I will let them taste the wrath of magic!"

"What did Andrew say?" Roger asked curiously.

"He knows a group of antiquities dealers...oh, no, he said they were antiquities dealers." Jessica didn't understand the difference between the two. "Those people can transport antiquities from Muggle museums."

She waved her wand and put on an elaborate outfit. Looking around the uncultured living room, I couldn't help but lament: "I have decided that the decoration of our home must not be inferior to that of Delacour Manor. Next time, I will make her feel ashamed!"

"is it necessary?"

"Yes!" Jessica replied firmly.

Watching his mother leave, Roger shook his head. He sat on the sofa, picked up the newspapers and letters sent by owls recently, and read them one by one.

Arthur was named the luckiest wizard of the year by the Daily Prophet. Not only was he transferred back to the Ministry of Magic from the Arctic Circle, he also won the newspaper's grand prize. A total of seven hundred gold galleons were spent on traveling to Egypt.

"It's really luxurious." Rogge secretly smacked his lips, sighing at their family's spending power.

Considering that the financial disaster caused by some wizards to the wizarding world has not yet been eliminated, this money can probably be exchanged for nearly ten thousand pounds through the black market. Even at the official exchange rate, that's equivalent to £3,500.

This was more than three thousand pounds in 1993. One month, nine people, all spent in the blink of an eye. Roger suspected that his family had been deceived.

"Pure-blood scum?" Rogge secretly pouted. Perhaps poverty limited their family's pursuit of a pure-blood life.

In the newspaper, the Weasley family stood in front of a huge pyramid. They waved to the photographer, each with a big smile on their face. Oh, and there's a mouse sitting on Ron's shoulder.

Roger picked up another newspaper, with the front page headline, Sirius Escapes from Azkaban. The two newspapers were placed on the table at the same time, which felt inexplicably funny.

He suddenly thought about putting Lu Ping's letter of appointment here. The team of Marauders organized by James Potter was almost assembled.

The other news was nothing particularly interesting, except that a wizard discovered a mysterious dark magic item, which led to an investigation by the Ministry of Magic. It turned out that it was not Voldemort's Horcrux, but in fact it was just a waste of everyone's time and feelings.

Roger picked up the package sent by his friends, which contained the phased results of the Coke Project.

Neville successfully cultivated a kind of hair-growing grass. Just chew one leaf every day to grow lush hair. However, he reminded Roger in the letter that hair growth grass will cause the hair to turn bright green.

"Born with green hair?" Rogge looked at the half-finished green plants in front of him and swore he would never try it in his life.

However, this thing has great potential in the European and American markets, especially in Ireland.

Green is not only the national color of Ireland, but there is also a Cuckold Festival event every year. In Muggle stories in England, the rogue Robin Hood is the famous cuckold hero.

Plus, professional managers in the City and Wall Street will love it. After all, the greener the stock market, the more prosperous it is. There is no room for any redness in their eyes. Unfortunately, the market for this thing is small in the Far East.

Theodore sent a bottle of magical magic drink, describing it as being like multi-flavored beans, with a different taste in every sip.

"Pfft!" Rogge took a small sip and then spit it out. His luck was still as bad as ever.

"This kid! I want you to study the magic version of Coke, not the soda version of multi-flavor beans!"

Roger took a deep breath and tried to calm his mind. He comforted himself not to be angry, at least Theodore's drink was in line with the taste of most wizards.

Anthony and Terry were studying bicycles, curious about how Muggles could ride smoothly on two wheels.

Malfoy hurriedly modified a flashlight that would continue to glow as long as magic power was input. To be honest, it might as well be fluorescent.

This guy was completely perfunctory, and even boasted in the letter: "I want to focus on Quidditch training!"

Daphne, Hermione, and Susan are still traveling in the Muggle world, and no specific plans for transformation have been determined.

Hermione complained in her letter that the Eiffel Tower was as crooked as the Leaning Tower of Pisa. There was construction going on everywhere in Paris, which was very different from the romantic city in her mind.

Roger looked at the postcard and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Anyway, as long as the wizard is here, Paris will be restored sooner or later.

In the letter, Newt urged him to go to the meeting and it was time to breed Snidget.