A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Roger's laughter echoed in the corridor outside the headmaster's room, and to Harry the sound was strangely harsh. He turned and stared at Hagrid, his eyes full of questions.

Hagrid seemed a little guilty because he did have a motorcycle. And as Roger said, it was given to him by Black. However, he had not used that motorcycle for a long time.

"Harry, I'll take you to see it. Don't get excited." He said in a muffled voice.

Harry understood that what Roger said was true. He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes flashing with hatred for Black.

Without his wand, Harry could not leave school to seek revenge from Black. The anger and dissatisfaction in his heart surged like a storm.

Feeling Harry's emotions, Hagrid didn't know how to comfort him. If burning the motorcycle would help Harry feel more emotionally stable, then so be it.

Peace slowly returned to the principal's room outside. Dumbledore took off his glasses and sat tiredly on a chair. His eyes revealed deep exhaustion, as if he was carrying the weight of the entire world.

This year, Hogwarts had undergone so many changes that he felt overwhelmed. In addition to dealing with the problems of Dementors and Black, Grindelwald sent by the school board gave him even more headaches.

Grindelwald was born in Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which has a completely different tradition and educational philosophy from Hogwarts.

Secondly, he was more worried about the substitute professor's teaching methods. He was afraid that Professor Green would give students a wrong understanding and interest in black magic.

There are also his views on Muggles and thoughts on the magical world... Dumbledore rubbed his temples and lamented that thoughts are far more difficult to deal with than wizards.

Dumbledore knew that he had to brace himself for the upcoming challenge. Because he is not only doing it for himself, but also for his students and the future of the entire magical world.

He stood up, drew out the memory with his wand, and put it into the Pensieve. Then, he leaned slightly, put his face close to the pensieve, and began to watch as a bystander.

As the memory unfolded, he paid attention to Grindelwald's expressions, movements, and speeches from beginning to end.

"Dark Magic Lessons, Golden Cups, Purification Horcruxes..." Dumbledore muttered what Grindelwald had said, his face becoming increasingly ugly, and his eyes filled with deep worry.

Unbeknownst to him, Grindelwald had already interfered with the Horcruxes and Tom's affairs. What's more, Dumbledore hasn't discovered what his purpose is yet.

Decades ago, the two of them talked about everything, and Dumbledore was even more moved by his ideals. Today, their relationship has changed and they are no longer close friends who talk about everything.

This former friend became mysterious and elusive to him.

Dumbledore took a deep breath. He needed to know more about Grindelwald's plans in order to find a way to deal with it.

As he walked, he prayed silently: "Professor Sprout, I hope you have not been deceived by Grindelwald."

In the Hogwarts greenhouse, Professor Sprout was humming and caring for magical plants. She watered and pruned the plants carefully, with a satisfied smile on her face.

When she saw Dumbledore walking in, she immediately greeted him happily: "Here you are, Headmaster! Professor Green is so knowledgeable. Apart from you, I have never seen such a comprehensive wizard."

Professor Sprout's eyes were filled with respect and admiration. In a short period of time, she had been impressed by Grindelwald's erudition. Although it is because of the Hufflepuff Gold Cup, his personal charm cannot be underestimated.

"I never thought that the Defense Against the Dark Arts class could have such an excellent professor. Unfortunately, he is just a substitute teacher." Professor Sprout said with emotion.

"Ahem, Green is indeed an outstanding wizard." Dumbledore nodded and asked, "How about Hufflepuff's golden cup?"

"There are still some problems with the Golden Cup, which requires Professor Green to continue purifying." Professor Sprout sighed and said regretfully: "Horcruxes are too difficult to purify. Voldemort's soul fragments have become part of the Golden Cup."

"Professor Green wants to remove the soul while maintaining the integrity of the gold cup. This is really difficult."

"What about the others?" Dumbledore asked.

"Oh, Professor Snape wanted to talk to him about something."

Dumbledore nodded, turned and left the greenhouse. He knew that Severus was probably looking for Grindelwald to purify the Horcruxes. Harry is also one of Voldemort's Horcruxes.

This worries Dumbledore deeply!

He must tell Snape as soon as possible about Professor Green's true past. He believed that with the other party's black magic skills, there must be a crueler way to deal with the soul fragments.

It seems that he needs to have a good talk with Grindelwald.

At this time, Roger was searching for information in the library, looking for any scraps about Finnista and Baba Yaga.

When he went to Moscow with Alexander, he mentioned Finnista. Rogge didn't take it seriously at the time, thinking it was an ancient legend in the Eastern European magic world. But now, he realized, this legend was not groundless.

Now that the principal once again mentioned the Russian name of the phoenix, Finnista, Rogge believed that there must be an ownerless phoenix in Eastern Europe.

He flipped through a large number of books, hoping to find traces of Finnista as soon as possible. Harry's wand, he didn't want to keep it until next year. After some hard work, he quickly found the relevant information.

Finnista, meaning phoenix, can be reborn in flames. It symbolizes auspiciousness and beauty, and has many differences from the phoenix.

Finnistas are usually red or gold and have flame-like feathers, while phoenix feathers are usually colorful.

In addition, Finnista acts alone and resurrects from his own ashes every time he dies. In contrast, the phoenix represents a male and female pair.

Rogue thought of Principal Fox and found that Finnista's features fit Fox perfectly. In fact, Fawkes was Dumbledore's nickname for it, and its real name should be Phoenix.

Phoenix and Finnista, they should not be called Phoenix, but Phoenix.

The record about Finnista in the book ends abruptly, and only the classical magic of the Roman era is mentioned at the end.

Following the clues, Rogge continued to look for books on Roman and classical magic. In "Rome and Greece: Bilingual Magic City", Roger found the records of the Phoenix.

There is a passage in it: The barbaric Romans conquered Greece, and under the pressure of death, Latin entered the city-states. From then on, bilingualism became the glory of Latin people and also marked the decline of Greece.

The apprentices were busy practicing Greek and Latin every day, translating a spell back and forth. They compare diligently between Cicero and Demosthenes, or Homer and Virgil, obsessing over letter changes.

Wizards and scholars had to master two languages, and the phoenix in the city also had different names from then on.

Roger unknowingly turned the book to the last page: the division between East and West Rome and the Magic City.

"That is to say, the phoenix mentioned in the book is related to the Principal's Fox and the Phoenix in Eastern Europe. After the division of Rome, the two phoenixes were taken away separately.

The phoenix taken away by Eastern Roman wizards was likely to live in the Slavic area, and its original Greek name was gradually replaced by Finnista. "

Roger excitedly recorded his guess. Dumbledore indeed knew where the other phoenix was. According to the information prompted by the principal, you can find the phoenix by finding Baba Yaga.

"Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga..." Roger said to himself and brought in more books.

Mrs. Pingsi came over, stared at him closely, and said firmly: "Roger, the library is closing."

"Ah, so fast?" Rogge was a little surprised.

"Quickly?" Mrs. Pingsi took out her pocket watch and pointed at the time: "It's almost ten o'clock in the evening."

"Okay, I can only come back tomorrow." Rogge nodded helplessly, let the books float up from the table, and returned them one by one.

Mrs. Pince followed him, staring at him silently without saying a word. Rogge felt a chill and thought he had to leave quickly.

Mrs. Pince hesitated, glancing at other parts of the library from time to time. After making sure that everyone else had left, she asked: "Roger, Professor Snape...he, how is he doing lately?"