A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Snape had been avoiding her since the Easter Trials. Whether through owls or elves, the letters always fell into the sea without even a splash.

Roger's hand that placed the book trembled, and he said softly: "The teacher makes potions every day, and criticizes Harry whenever he finds an opportunity in class."

After hearing this, Mrs. Pince's mood became a little low. She knew that the so-called criticism was just that Snape wanted to see more of those eyes.

He still can't forget or let go!

"By the way, the teacher asked me to thank you." Rogge suddenly mentioned.

"Thank me?" Mrs. Pingsi's eyes flashed with excitement, eagerly waiting for the next news.

"Irene's herbal medicine book from last year." Rogge sighed softly and said, "You should have sent it in person."

It was a book left by Snape's mother when she was in school, and it was of great significance to the teacher. If Mrs. Pince had been braver, she might not have had to frown in the library every day.

"Although Mr. Snape has a straight face all day long, according to my understanding, he is very emotional. If you had handed it to him personally..." Rogge noticed that Mrs. Pince was very quiet. He turned around and saw Pingsi. Mrs. Si lowered her head and was thinking about something seriously.

"Mrs. Pince?" Rogge waved his hand in front of her eyes, but Mrs. Pince didn't seem to have recovered from her thoughts.

He put the last book back on the shelf and sighed. If Harry doesn't graduate and Voldemort isn't killed, I'm afraid Snape won't be able to accommodate anyone else.

He silently sent his blessing to Mrs. Pingsi: "Oh, come on."

Roger quietly left the library, leaving Mrs. Pince with a face full of complicated emotions. As soon as I walked out of the library door, a sound of wind sounded in my ears.

Harry opened the invisibility cloak and took out a large wooden stick. He jumped up from the corner and turned into a black shadow and rushed towards Rogge.

Rogge felt the wind of a sneak attack and subconsciously raised his leg to kick sideways. With his strength, even the giant dragon staggered.

Fortunately, Harry couldn't help shouting: "Give me my wand!"

"Ha, you're quite energetic." Rogge immediately took away most of his strength and kicked the wooden stick that was hitting his head.

Click!

The wooden stick in Harry's hand was broken by Roger's kick. The force of this kick was so great that the moment the wooden stick broke, the impact caused Harry's arm to vibrate.

He looked at the broken wooden stick in his hand with a look of shock and disbelief. He never expected that the sneak attack he had been waiting for for a long time would be kicked away by this kick.

Immediately afterwards, Rogge's legs drew an arc in the air, his toes were accurately aimed at Harry's chest, and he quickly lifted.

Harry felt a huge force coming and flew straight out. His body drew a perfect parabola in the air before he fell heavily to the ground.

"Transformation Spell·Cushion!"

Suddenly, the Patil sisters appeared from both sides, and they immediately cast their spells.

The sister cast a transformation spell, and a soft cushion immediately appeared under Harry and caught him. Harry's body, which had been kicked away, now landed smoothly on the soft cushion, avoiding further injury.

The sister cast a spell on Roger. Her wand flew through the air quickly, and a ray of light flew out from the tip of the wand and headed towards Rogge.

"Expelliarmus."

"Ha." Rogge sneered.

The movements of chanting incantations and swinging the staff are long and stinky, with neither speed nor precision. You want to hit yourself with such a crappy spell?

An old lady crossing the road can avoid such a curse. Disdain flashed in Rogge's eyes and he took a step forward. Patil's attack missed him.

Now that the twins are here to help, where is Ron?

Rogge dodged the attack while scanning his surroundings. Soon, he noticed something was wrong with the pillar behind him.

My sister Padma kept using Expelliarmus, but she couldn't hit Rogge who was right in front of me. She gradually became panicked, her movements of waving her wand began to deform, and several spells failed to be cast successfully.

Rogge sighed helplessly, couldn't you change the spell?

"Parvati, go and help." Harry clutched his chest, feeling that breathing was painful.

Parvati nodded, and the two sisters joined forces to attack Rogge. They looked at each other, took a deep breath, tried to concentrate, and prepared to join forces to attack.

"Well, it's interesting." Rogge quickened his pace slightly, while Duquette's pace was like the wind.

His movements are graceful and smooth, as if he were walking leisurely, light and agile. With a slight sway of his body, he easily dodged the attack of the Patil sisters.

The two sisters on the opposite side felt more and more struggling. They had obviously tried their best, but why couldn't they hit Rogge? What's more, Rogge was standing in front of them. The two couldn't help but feel frustrated and confused.

Just when they were about to attack again, Rogge walked up to them at some unknown moment. The two sisters instantly showed expressions of shock and disbelief.

The twins looked exactly the same, and Roger had no interest in distinguishing who was the older sister and who was the younger sister. Who is Gryffindor and who is Ravenclaw.

Since you have taken action against yourself, you must be prepared to be punished. Without even a spell, he easily caught the wands they were waving and snatched them effortlessly from their hands.

"Girls, you should really consider getting a pair of glasses." Rogge said lightly, his tone full of sincerity and care.

The Rogge in front of him was handsome and had a gentle smile, but in the eyes of the Patil sisters, he was as scary as a devil. Especially the sincere reminder from the other party made the two of them feel ashamed.

The look in his eyes made the sisters feel uneasy, and they knew that they should resort to the last resort.

So, they shouted behind Rogge: "Ron, take action quickly!"

"Let me tell you, there must be others." Rogge turned around and saw Weasley holding the wand in both hands and pointing it at him.

He looked nervous and was sweating constantly on his forehead. Even though I grabbed the wand with both hands and tried to keep it steady, the wand kept shaking.

Facing the calm Rogge, Weasley's heart beat like a drum, as if it would jump out of his chest at any time. He took a deep breath and tried to cheer himself up: Don't be afraid of him, don't be afraid of him!

However, his body was filled with uncontrollable fear. His legs were also trembling slightly, making him feel as if he would fall down at any time. He tried to steady himself, but his efforts seemed to have no effect.

Ron cried sadly. He understood that something must have happened on the rainy night last year to make him so afraid of Rogge. His heart was filled with helplessness and despair, and he forgot how to recite the mantra.

"Mr. Weasley, good evening." Rogge nodded slightly. He dealt with him severely last time, and it seemed to have a good effect.

He turned around slowly, looked at Harry who was lying on the ground, and walked towards him with his feet up. Seeing this scene, the Patil sisters, who had lost their wands, couldn't help but stand together and block Harry. Their eyes were shining with determination.

Rogge looked at the two sisters in front of him and smiled softly. He took out three wands from his school robe and deliberately picked through them in his hands.

His movements were slow and very deliberate. Rogge was curious whether what he did made the three people on the opposite side feel uneasy.

He looked at the sisters and then at Harry, a sneer on his lips. Finally, he took Harry's wand.

"The Golden Bell Upside Down."

The two sisters suddenly felt a powerful force dragging them toward the ceiling, and their bodies were instantly hung upside down.

They panicked and struggled wildly, trying to get out of this dizzying position. But their struggles seemed to have no effect, and they could only cry helplessly.

Rogge raised his head and said to them: "You are girls after all. As a Slytherin gentleman, I naturally have to show my grace."

Then, he warned in a low voice, his voice was cold and ruthless: "Next time you attack me, it won't be like hanging the golden bell upside down. How about the Crazy Horse Stripping Curse? It will make your clothes fall off automatically."

Their eyes were full of fear when they heard Rogge's threat. They couldn't imagine how they would face such embarrassment and shame if their clothes really fell off automatically.

"I used it to deal with shriveled figs before, but I didn't know if it would be useful to wizards." Rogge's voice had a hint of joking, and his eyes made the sisters feel even more frightened.

They hugged themselves tightly and cried loudly.

"Hold it!" Rogge yelled, and the two sisters stopped crying and started sobbing.

"Harry, your wand is very handy." Roger said, squatting down and pushing Harry to the ground who was trying to stand up.