A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"It's okay, there's no rush." ​​Charlie agreed quickly.

Then, he saw a scene he would never forget in his life. A human head suddenly popped out of Rogge's sleeve. What's underneath the human head is not a neck, but a snake's body.

But in the dim tavern, the dark snake body was not conspicuous. In Charlie's eyes, he only saw the head floating in the air, and then drank the beer in one gulp.

"This...this..." His lips trembled, and his words were unclear.

His eyes were full of fear, his heartbeat was racing, and cold sweat fell from his forehead. He felt that all the blood in his body had solidified, and a deep fear rose from the bottom of his heart.

When Nagini turned her head and looked at him curiously, Charlie could no longer bear the fear in his heart. He yelled and fell to the ground. His heartbeat was as violent as a drum, and his breathing was rapid and shallow. His rationality collapsed in an instant, and he ran out of the Pig Head Bar without caring about the heat and humidity coming from his pants.

Aberforth looked at Rogge's pet and couldn't help but stop moving his hands. After a while, he returned to his normal state.

"Master, what's wrong with him?" Nagini asked curiously, eyes wide open, staring intently at the shaking door in the distance.

"Maybe he was scared away by Mr. Aberforth because he owed money." Rogge's tone was very relaxed, and he motioned for Nagini to return to the crystal ball first.

"She said she had been here." Rogge looked at Aberforth and asked, "Have you seen her?"

Aberforth remained silent, still lowering his head and going about his own business.

Rogge sighed and said regretfully: "It's a pity, she is a pure-blooded orc. The teacher and I used many methods and spent a lot of effort to reverse part of the blood curse."

Aberforth still didn't respond. He took the wine glass away from the bar and threw it into the dirty sink.

"Excuse me, are there any cemeteries nearby?" Rogge's question seemed to touch Aberforth's back. His blue eyes, which were exactly the same as Dumbledore's, stared at Rogge fiercely.

"Get out or you'll be banned from the Hog's Head for life."

"Oh, okay." Rogge put down a few Sickles and muttered before leaving: "Obviously he looks similar to the principal, but he has such a bad temper."

Aberforth suddenly raised his head and stared at Rogge as he left the bar. He regrets it and should be banned from this place for life. The last person to enjoy this honor was Mundungus, who had dirty hands and feet.

However, Aberforth did not know that the wizard thief had died on the interrogation chair.

He didn't know Nagini, but a snake appeared near the tavern a long time ago. He has a good memory and never remembers anyone wrong, and he can also see that the patterns of the two are exactly the same.

When he heard Rogge talking about the tomb, he couldn't help but think of his parents, sister, and son Aurelius.

Aberforth's mood suddenly became very bad. He rudely drove away all the guests and returned to the second floor to stare at his sister's portrait in silence.

Roger left the Pig's Head Bar and wandered around Hogsmeade Village. Nagini hid in the crystal ball and asked curiously: "Master, why is there a bad smell there?"

"Because someone had a goat."

"Why does he have goats?"

"Maybe because the goat is a demon and will tempt him."

"Devil? Temptation?" Nagini continued to ask in confusion.

A wicked smile appeared on Rogge's lips, and he whispered: "Sailors will be charmed by goats and treat them as little wives."

"what is……"

"Okay, don't ask anymore." Rogge patted the crystal ball and walked into Wenrenju Quill Shop.

There are all kinds of quills displayed in the window, including burgundy, emerald, peacock tail feathers... a dazzling array, like gorgeous birds showing off their figures.

Contrary to what Rogge imagined, there were quite a lot of guests here. Mostly witches, though. As if they were selecting decorations, they held various quills and compared and discussed them carefully.

Obviously, they are not here to choose writing tools.

"Emily, the color of this quill is better than the previous one." A witch said excitedly, her eyes shining with joy.

"Really! Now, my collection of quills will exceed ten!"

Listening to their cheerful discussion, Rogge felt a surge of complicated emotions in his heart. He has seen people who collect bottle caps, people who collect matchboxes, and this is the first time he has seen people who collect quills.

He looked at the witches. The quills in their hands had their own characteristics, some were brightly colored, some had unique patterns, and some exuded a faint magical aura. This reminds me of my past student days, when someone always had colorful pens of various styles in his stationery bag.

Rogge said secretly, "Sure enough, poor students have more stationery."

The most famous quill pen of Wenrenju Quill Shop is the shorthand quill pen. Through it, Rita has written many teeth-gnashing reports.

For Hogwarts students, their favorite quill is the one that automatically writes homework or test answers. Unfortunately, it's not for sale here.

The owner, Ms. Dorn, stood behind the counter, trimming the nibs of pens with a knife.

Roger walked straight to the counter, smiled and said to the shopkeeper: "Hello, I heard that your quills are very well made, and I would like to customize some special quills."

Ms. Dorn looked at Roger curiously, noticed the long wooden box in his hand, and asked, "Do you have any special requirements?"

Rogge nodded, and then opened the wooden box, which contained feathers of several birds.

Ms. Dorn picked up a snowy owl primary flight feather that was white and fluffy, and examined it carefully. She kept nodding and praising: "Ah, this snowy owl must be very big. Look at its primary feathers that feel silky and elastic, which is really unprecedented."

She played with another owl feather and said in surprise: "Night-marked owl?! I have been to Canada and seen those famous Hudson Bay goose feathers. But the feathers of this night-marked owl are even better than them." It is light and delicate. The quill pen made from it is absolutely suitable for writing articles."

When she picked up three brightly colored phoenix feathers, she couldn't help but frown slightly and said with regret: "Feathers from rare magical creatures like the phoenix, made into pens, are a bit... luxurious."

In fact, she wanted to say it was a waste. After all, it was better to make a wand or a potion material than a pen.

"It doesn't matter, I'm going to give it away." Rogge said calmly.

Seeing Rogge's firm attitude, Ms. Dorn asked: "That must be a very important friend. Does the other person write with his right hand? What requirements do you have for them?"

"First of all, I need a basic shorthand function. Then I need to automatically record what I have written so that I can query it later. In addition, I need to be able to automatically check the text and correct typos and grammatical errors.

I hope it can translate multiple languages, automatically draw, and automatically switch ink colors..." Mr. Luo Greenlin made a lot of requests, and Ms. Dorn's smile gradually became stiff.

She had to dip a quill in ink and have it jot down Roger's request for a custom quill.

These magical functions are easy to do alone. However, if a quill has so many functions at the same time, it will take a lot of time and energy.

There are even some functions that Wenrenju has not developed yet, and she needs to study related magic.

Ms. Dorn hesitated for a moment and declined politely: "There are too many functions. It is difficult for a quill to do it..."

Before she could finish speaking, she saw a small bag of golden galleons placed on the table. A rough estimate, at least dozens.

Rogge asked softly: "Have you seen enough of these deposits?"

Ms. Dorn took a deep breath, considered for a moment, and finally made a decision: "Okay, I will try my best to make such a magic quill."

In addition to custom-making these quills for his own use, Roger also plans to give them to others as Christmas gifts. However, no one except Hermione probably likes school supplies.

Roger bought another sterling silver inker and some parchment paper, and planned to visit the Three Broomsticks bar. If I remember correctly, the boss lady Rosmerta is Ron Weasley's ideal type.

I was outside just now and didn't notice the title of the previous chapter. It has been on the shelves for three months, and I will finally have a recommendation tomorrow. Thank you for your support during this time! ! !

Today is the public memorial day. We cannot forget it and dare not forget it. Even though the enemy has been punished for ten lifetimes, it can still be avenged.