A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"There is no conflict between manners and eating speed." Jessica sat opposite Rogge, moving her knife and fork quickly, cutting a roast into small pieces in the blink of an eye. The whole process was so swift and elegant that Roger was amazed.

"Mom...what did you...?" Rogge was stunned, never expecting that Jessica had such a hand.

"When I went to France for the holidays when I was a kid, I couldn't get enough to eat every time. Then I couldn't help it, so I thought of this."

"Ah, we still have relatives in France?"

"I guess so." Jessica didn't say much and asked Pao Pao to bring the dishes and desserts.

After drinking a large bowl of onion soup, Roger felt a warmth spread throughout his body. Then he feasted. The juiciness of the roast chicken and beef had an immediate effect on his weak body, making him feel the strength returning to his body little by little.

The dessert served at the end was the finishing touch. The sweet and sour taste of apple pie made Roger feel extremely satisfied and happy. When he took the last sip of the cream pudding, he seemed to have fully recovered his strength.

"belch……"

"Are you full?" Jessica looked at the cleared table, a little unbelievable. This is enough for three adults, and it just fits into my son’s belly?

"80% full..." Rogge drank the apple juice, and a warm feeling rose in his stomach.

"I'm even worried about what you'll do when you get to Hogwarts!" Jessica was a little worried. It's okay to miss classes because she slept in, but not eating enough will affect physical development.

"Ah...isn't the school still hungry?"

"Normally not, but...son, do you think a normal little wizard can eat so much?" Jessica shook her head and had no choice but to tell him the secret she knew.

"Below the school hall is the elf kitchen, and the entrance is opposite Hufflepuff. If you are hungry in the middle of the night, you can go there to eat. I really hope you will be assigned to Hufflepuff like mother."

"However, we can only watch the Sorting Hat then." After Jessica finished speaking, she waited for her son to ask what the Sorting Hat was, but found that Roger had taken Diana out to play.

The rest of the days gradually became leisurely, and I spent all my waking hours studying textbooks, and then filling my growing appetite with delicious food. It wasn't until August 27 that Andrew called for help from the Financial City.

"Mr. Rogge, come and save me! I'm stuck..." Andrew lowered his voice and begged on the other end of the phone, and there was a heavy knock on the phone.

"Tell me the location."

"St. Mary Ax Street, London Financial Center Building, 32-01D. Roger, hurry up..."

Since the situation is urgent, there is no need to talk on the phone. Rogge hung up the phone directly and shouted: "Bubbles, go prepare the car."

He could actually let Bubble start apparating and take him to the Financial City, but this might alert the Ministry of Magic and even lead to Thompson stealing... Borrowing gold galleons was exposed, but Rogge still preferred to use Muggle methods to solve the problem.

"What's wrong?" Jessica looked at her son's frown and brought him a coat.

"Andrew is being targeted."

"wizard?"

"Muggles...don't know what kind of Muggles they are?"

"Bring your wand."

"Don't worry, Mom." Roger nodded and put on the custom-made suit from Naples.

Parked at the door is a Maybach 500 SEL, equipped with a V8 engine, four-speed automatic transmission, and can accelerate from zero to 0 to 60 seconds in 6.9 seconds.

"Go to the Financial Building." Rogge ordered.

"Okay, little master. Please sit down!" Paopao sat suspended in the air and used magic to operate the steering wheel and brake and accelerator pedals.

"Start simulation."

【1】You rushed to the Financial Building, and the Muggles who arrested Andrew kicked you out;

【2】You wave your magic wand and cast Oblivion on them;

[3] The Ministry of Magic monitors magic fluctuations, and senior Aurors rush to the scene to take you back to the Ministry of Magic for review;

[4] Downing Street was very dissatisfied with wizards’ interference in Muggle financial markets, and the Ministry of Magic launched an investigation;

...(Insufficient magic power, simulation has stopped)

"What?" Rogge exclaimed and looked at the panel. There are obviously 3.3 magic points left, why is it suddenly insufficient? He rubbed his temples, feeling a bad premonition arise in his heart.

"The first two simulations consume a total of 1 point. Suppose the fifth simulation requires 4 points... Damn it!" Rogge looked at the button bitterly. It turned out that the simulation function consumes magic power according to an exponential curve.

The index will explode if you look at it one more time! Even if Medivh is captured, he cannot infinitely explore possible branches of fate.

Only then did Rogge realize that the price of touching the trajectory of fate was so staggering. Every time he took a step forward, the price paid was unpredictable.

Just as he sighed, the car stopped steadily in front of the Financial Building. The doorman saw the Mercedes-Benz luxury car at the foot of the steps and quickly opened the glass door. He noticed the little boy coming out and was a little surprised.

Rogge is only 11 years old. In the Muggle world, he may not have finished elementary school yet. The guard wanted to ask who his parents were, but seeing the confidence and calmness on the boy's immature face, he swallowed his words...

Rogge was naturally aware of the age issue, so he turned to Bubbles to call Thompson over. Since you want to receive dividends, you can't just sit still.

"Take me to the 32nd floor."

"Kid, my job is here."

Roger touched his pocket and wanted to smash it with a stack of Elizabeth. But the pockets are empty, and no serious person would put things in his suit pockets.

"You don't know what you missed." Rogge curled his lips and didn't argue with the guard.

He walked into the elevator and stood on tiptoe just shy of reaching the floor button. If there weren't other people in the elevator, he wouldn't be able to resist using his wand.

"Kid, how many floors do you want to go to find your parents?" The lady in black stockings who was traveling with her looked at the cute Rogge and squatted down to ask.

"Floor 32, thank you."

"You're welcome." Ms. Heise raised her hand to help turn it on. She looked at him curiously, wanting to know which big shot Rogge was.

"Ding……"

As the elevator door opened, dozens of people could be seen crowded together on the opposite side. Several big men with big muscles and round waists knocked against the door, inadvertently revealing the guns on their waists.

"Andrew, open the door!"

"Don't even think about it! You damn bloodthirsty animals, my deal is legal! Damn Rothschild and Morgan, a bunch of guys who can't afford to lose!" Andrew retorted loudly behind the door, his voice echoing throughout the corridor.

He walked around uneasily in the office, and the four hired bodyguards held the door tightly to prevent people from outside from rushing in.

“Since it’s legal, why not talk about it?”

"Talk? Are you talking about your attitude? HMRC, CIT, MI5, NCA and Interpol, do you think I am a fool?"

"You just want to arrest me and ask me to hand over the money, don't even think about it!"

"Boss, why didn't you say there was Interpol?" One of the bodyguards at the door suddenly said. Finance is also a high-risk industry?

"It's none of your business, just hold on tight."

"But we can't stand it anymore..." The bald bodyguard wiped his sweat and panted.