A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Rogge was lying on the bed, looking at the bag next to him and thinking secretly. The holding bag is a magic prop for raising a small number of magical animals.

Although widely used in the magical world, the environment inside is not perfect. It has the advantage of being convenient and providing a relatively safe home for magical creatures.

But for creatures with special requirements, holding a bag obviously does not meet the needs.

Rogge thought of Nagini, who had begun to regain her human form. Even if only her head has returned to human form, she is no longer a magical creature with no requirements for living conditions.

"I should build a more suitable living environment for her." Rogge secretly made up his mind.

During the summer vacation, he studied advanced magic such as invisible expansion, space expansion, and environmental mimicry under Newt's guidance.

Of course, it is difficult to reproduce the level of breeding at the pyramid level. But building a house, or even using magic to simulate the warm sun, is not an impossible task for him.

"My unicorn can also move in." Rogge murmured in a low voice, with a glimmer of expectation in his eyes.

He looked up at the Forbidden Forest under the night sky. The unicorn that was taken away by the first grade was still fostered in the Magic Zoo. If it weren't for the fact that Newt was still taking care of breeding Snidgets, his plan to move would have been implemented long ago.

Hogwarts has not undergone any drastic changes due to the arrival of the two new professors, and magic teaching continues steadily.

Compared to Hagrid teaching with the dangerous hippogriff, Wilmina's first lesson after taking over was to lead everyone to know the holy unicorn. As a teaching assistant, Hagrid took it with him in frustration.

He was not angry because he was dismissed from his professorship, but because the animals he had bred were confiscated.

Just yesterday, Professor Wilmina banned the Blast-Ended Skrewts that Hagrid had privately cultivated. She really couldn't imagine how Hagrid could mate with a manticore and a fire crab. After all, the two were seriously unequal in size.

Hagrid didn't think there was a problem at all. He excitedly told Professor Wilmina that in order to cultivate the snails, 60 fire crabs were used.

The bred snails have a strong smell of rotten fish and shrimp. They have no heads and many legs sticking out in a mess, which makes people feel sick at first sight. Moreover, the Blast-Ended Skrewt has an astonishing bad temper and will attack others with explosive flames.

The first time Wilmina saw them, she almost vomited. The creatures that Hagrid described as cute were as terrifying to her as terrorists.

A horrifying scene emerged in her mind: Hagrid forcibly holding down the manticore, and the fire crab being forced to accommodate an organ larger than itself. Two creatures, communicating at a negative distance on the edge of death.

Wilmina has told Dumbledore about the incident, and the school has reported the creature to the Ministry of Magic. She felt a great responsibility, no wonder Dumbledore asked her to oversee Hagrid's magical creatures.

Picking up the pipe, Wilmina took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled circles of smoke.

"The new professor actually smokes?" Her move made the little wizards talk a lot, and they all looked at the new professor in surprise.

But soon, their attention was drawn to the unicorn.

Who wouldn’t want to touch a holy unicorn with the encouragement of their professor? These beautiful creatures are treasures of the magical world, and they symbolize purity.

Wilmina looked at the unicorn in front of her and felt much better. Compared to the disgusting and dangerous nature of Blast-Ended Skrewts, this is the beauty of magical animals.

"Roger, are you okay?" Daphne pointed at Harry, who stared at Rogge with big eyes.

He had several wraps of bandages wrapped around his injured arm and was being supported by Weasley. Although he was injured in class, Harry thought over and over about how to defeat Roger and get his wand back. He couldn't listen to the professor's lectures at all, and he was even less interested in the unicorns in the distance.

"Don't worry, he even has the wand in my hand, so what can I do?" Rogge smiled and took out four wands, held them between his fingers, and deliberately raised them high and shook them.

"Don't worry until he learns to cast without a wand."

Harry, who lost his wand, could not even complete classroom experiments and homework. Not to mention, there is Potions class tomorrow. Roger didn't know how Mr. Snape would mock this great savior.

Wilmina's first class was safe and wonderful, and she received praise from all the students. Everyone couldn't help but discuss another substitute professor and wondered why the wizard Green was needed when Lupine was available.

This Professor Green has gone somewhere, and he has not been seen in the castle in the past few days. Rogge resented him so much that he actually returned the purified gold cup to Hufflepuff.

If he didn't know about his previous relationship with the principal, Rogge would really suspect that this guy's interest direction had changed.

"Hmph, isn't it just an accusation? Why are you so petty?" Rogge held the book between his legs and looked back at the little tail who was following behind.

Harry didn't hide away, just followed him and stared at him with a slightly gloomy look.

"Hey, for Finnista, I admit it." Rogge sighed and let Harry follow.

He walked outside the magic club activity room and turned the hands on the clock, temporarily getting rid of the stalking mania.

"President, did you see it today?" Malfoy shouted excitedly, "Harry Potter is injured! I really don't know who did it. I really want to thank him!"

"Ron Weasley."

"Who?" Malfoy couldn't believe his ears and asked again: "Weasley? Impossible!"

"They have such a good relationship. Ron was still supporting Harry in class today. How could he hit Harry so hard?"

"Have you been staring at him in class today?" Rogge looked at Malfoy suspiciously.

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"It's okay." Rogge shook his head, getting rid of the unhealthy thoughts, and explained: "Weasley injured Harry with a curse yesterday."

"No wonder, that idiot's curse is always flying around." Malfoy clenched his fists, smiled, and hurried out.

"What does he want to do?" Theodore asked curiously.

"Of course they laughed at Harry and Ron, but if he didn't do this, would he still be Draco?"

"Tch, boring." Theodore shook his head, not understanding Malfoy's thoughts.

That Harry Potter fascinated him so much? If you have this time, wouldn't it be a good idea to research mood gems?

Before he could complain, Hermione ran in angrily. She was holding a bag in one hand and a crystal ball for her divination class in the other.

With a bang, the book bag was hit hard on the table, and divination books such as "Parting Through the Fog to See the Future" were scattered on the floor.

Hermione sat down with an aggrieved look on her face, her head sullen and silent.

Everyone quickly gathered around and asked with concern: "Hermione, what's wrong?"

"Professor Trelawney said that my intelligence was of no use to divination, and that those books on divination were useless scraps of paper to me."

Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes. She had worked hard to learn the Divination class well. Not only did I find a lot of books to memorize and study, but I also tried to ask questions to the professor.

However, Trelawny believed that she lacked talent for the subject and asked questions that did not warrant answers. Likewise, there is no need to spend time and energy learning it.

Rogge sighed softly. The subject of divination largely depends on talent. Grindelwald, for example, was born with the ability to see fragments of the future.

He could guarantee that when Luna took the divination class, Professor Trelawney would praise her highly.

"Hermione, are you being harassed?" Luna looked at Hermione sympathetically, her eyes full of worry for her.

Antony of Ravenclaw scratched his head, what did Luna say that she couldn't understand again? Harassment, is there such a creature in the magic world?

Susan thought of something and asked curiously: "Isn't there no divination class today?"

"yes!"

So, everyone looked at Hermione with strange eyes. Many people think that she has been too busy recently and should visit Madam Pomfrey.

"Ahem, okay, let's go get busy." Rogge quickly came to the rescue.

Hermione lowered her head and glanced at Roger gratefully. She had just returned from using the time turner and was annoyed by Trelawney's comments about her and didn't realize it.

"Will the divination class continue?" Roger sat down opposite her and handed over a glass of soda.

Theodore glanced at the president silently and secretly wrote down in his notebook: Rogge owed 0.5 Nat.

Then, he poured another glass and handed it to Roger, and then changed the amount owed to 1 knut.

Above this line of records, there is a long list of names. Among them, Snape's debt was actually checked.

"I don't know." Hermione held the cup in both hands, hesitantly.

She also found that her talent in the divination class was average, and even if she memorized it by rote, she could not proceed smoothly. It's like a wizard losing his wand and unable to brew potions or practice spells.

"I don't want to believe those nonsense and all kinds of wild guesses," she said. "I think arithmetic and divination classes are more logical."

"Be logical..." Rogge pondered for a moment and advised: "Why don't you give up? The pressure of twelve courses is too great."

"Hmm~ I'll think about it again." Hermione lowered her head, calculating something.

At this time, Susan suddenly mentioned: "Hermione, the professor made a prophecy in class, saying that around Easter, one of us will leave us forever. If you give up..."

Susan saw Hermione's face looking a little ugly and didn't say anything further. Hermione didn't believe the professor's prediction, but if she gave up the divination class for this reason, it would confirm Trelawney's words.

Hermione had obviously thought about this, but she really felt that she couldn't continue studying. Especially in class, Trelawney's impatience with her made her feel very uncomfortable and she had no intention of staying.