A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Travis?" The Muggles looked at each other, having never heard of this surname in the UK.

"Go back and ask someone, preferably the department involved in mysterious events." Rogge leaned back slightly, not expecting them to understand that he represented a wizard.

"Are you still waiting for me to treat you to coffee?" Under Rogge's scolding, a group of people came in a hurry, and then walked out depressed.

The employees of the Financial Building could only watch the closed wooden door from a distance and guess what was going on inside.

"Mr. Rogge, I'm sorry for... I will handle it properly and the money will be secretly transferred to your name..."

"Forget it. Since it has been exposed, there is no need to hide." Rogge shook his head, "How much is the profit this time?"

"Excluding the high interest, there is still 10.5 billion." Andrew reported quickly, with a smug tone in his tone.

"So much!" Thompson regretted not falling. If he had known this, he would have emptied the Ministry of Magic and ended up personally.

"Cousin, you also have a profit of 1 billion."

"Ah...haha, I forgot."

"Take care of the beginning and end, and you get the dividends as agreed."

"No problem." Andrew quickly stated that not all wizards would solve problems in the Muggle way like Rogge. For example, my cousin Thompson's first reaction when faced with Muggle pressure was to raise his wand.

"Thompson, please handle the Galleons in the Ministry of Magic and don't let others get caught. Also, the matter of exchanging Muggle currency for Galleons..."

"The amount of funds is a bit large, but I will think of a way."

"Well, you have to work harder. If possible, sit in the position of Financial Secretary as soon as possible."

"Director?"

"Do you want to be a clerk all your life? Can you exchange so many Muggle coins with your position and energy?"

"I...I know. But Rogge, the magic world simply cannot afford such a huge amount of funds."

"Look further, this world is not just the United Kingdom, and Gringotts is not just the Diagon Alley family. Find the right opportunity, and it is best to redeem it at the same time, so as not to let the goblins notice anything."

"I understand. If I can't finish the replacement..." Thompson touched his nose. Although his dividends were large, they were a drop in the bucket compared to Rogge.

"Well...Andrew, use the extra money to set up an investment company."

"I will go to Hogwarts next month. If you have anything, you can go to Jessica." Rogge waved his wand and used a cleansing method on Andrew: "The Soviet Union is about to fall, and the Iron Curtain has disappeared..."

"I know the bamboo curtain will collapse..."

"Are you an idiot?" Roger scolded him. "Is there a bigger market than that now?"

"Thank God that the python didn't die after it swallowed the elephant. All that's left to do is to hide it deep and digest it slowly. If anyone comes to you for investment, without my order, reject them all."

"I understand, I will handle everything properly for you and wait for your instructions." Andrew wiped his sweat. If he can't even mess up the operation, what use is he?

He followed Rogge step by step, and the others looked at the child walking in the middle in shock.

Andrew's team all arrived, and a group of financial elites from prestigious schools accompanied Andrew to send Roger downstairs. The cruel Financial City does not care about morality and age, money is the only truth.

The guard saw a group of people filing out of the house surrounded by children, and couldn't help but wipe his eyes. Did he miss a good opportunity?

"This bottle of 1926 Macallan is a gift to you. Accept it and celebrate with your team." Rogge handed the whiskey to Andrew and left the Financial City with Thompson.

The daily life of a wizard is as dull as that of ordinary people, and Rogge is even more boring. He would sleep after eating and eat after sleeping; he felt more and more like a lazy dragon. Jessica measured her son's height and was very happy that his son had grown a few points.

On September 1st, Roger still couldn't sleep soundly. Bubble shouted loudly: "Little master, it's time to get up! If we don't hurry up, we will miss the train to Hogwarts."

"Ah... what time is this..." Rogge looked at his watch. It was still 4 hours away from the 11 o'clock departure.

"Go and pack your things quickly. I've asked Paopao to pack breakfast. You can eat it on the train." Jessica urged, "King's Cross Station, Platform 9 and 3/4. Are you ready to go?"

"Ready~" Roger jumped up and high-fived Jessica.

With the traceless telescopic bag given by Erwin (Erwin: I don’t have it, I’m not, don’t lie!), Roger’s luggage is particularly simple.

A backpack with a sense of age, containing teaching materials and tools. Vintage leather handbag containing newly purchased Snowy Owl Seiler. There is also a box for school uniforms, and Jessica thoughtfully prepared several sets of formal dresses for her son.

"Let's go!"

"Let's go!" Roger took Jessica's hand, got in the car and drove to the station.

King's Cross Station, a classic building of the last century. Rogge carried his luggage and kept complaining in his mind: "It's as classic as this Maybach, it's all about the weight of history."

"Remember our platform?" Jessica reminded her son again so that he would not forget.

"9 and 3/4, I remember." Rogge pointed to the wall between platform 9 and platform 10. From time to time, a little wizard pushed his luggage against the wall and disappeared.

"Mom, I think the staff of the Ministry of Magic here must be working very hard." Rogge said sympathetically, "There must be many ordinary people who saw this scene and were cast the Forgetting Curse."

"Their wages are also relatively high, and they deserve their due for their hard work." Jessica held her son's hand, and the two of them stepped onto the platform one after another.

Parked next to the platform was a steam train with a crimson front and a gold plate on it: Hogwarts Express, 5972.

"Why……"

"What's wrong? Why did you sigh suddenly?" Jessica looked at Roger in confusion. The freshman next to her was very excited to see the express train.

"Mom, don't you think it's too old? I think it's better to donate it to a museum outside than to appear here. It's amazing that an almost two-hundred-year-old train can still move."

After hearing this, Jessica smiled gently: "The appearance of this train may be outdated, but it carries the beautiful imagination of the magical world for every child who steps here.

Its historical value far exceeds itself, serving as a link to connect every generation of Hogwarts students. So we maintain it carefully. "

"What's more, this train has magic, which is far beyond what technological creations can match." Jessica patiently explained to her son and sent him to board the express train.

Rogge turned around and hugged Jessica, and then let go after a long time. Since time travel, mother and son have not been separated for a long time. Thinking of not being able to see each other for several months, their expressions are a little sad.

"Okay, the other little wizards are watching, and they are not afraid of embarrassment." Jessica knelt down and looked at him, and kissed his cheek again: "Hurry up, and remember to take more photos in the school, so that Seiler sent them back.”

"I know, Mom, I will miss you." Rogge nodded reluctantly.

"I will miss you too. Well, son, now prepare for life at Hogwarts." Jessica held back tears and sent her son to the train with a smile.

She watched Roger enter the car, watched him put things away, and the two of them waved their hands to say goodbye to each other through the window. Jessica turned around and left quickly, inadvertently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Careful, kid!" Jessica exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, ma'am..." Harry stopped awkwardly and adjusted his glasses.