A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

At the dining table in the auditorium, Roger stared at the tall windows, feeling a little worried in his heart. Half a month had passed and he still had not received a reply from Sirius.

It was still some time before the full moon night, and he also went to the Shrieking Shack to investigate. There was a layer of dust on the furniture, and it was obvious that Blake hadn't been here since Christmas.

He didn't know what was going on. Besides death, is there anything more important to Blake than Peter Pettigrew?

As he bit into his bread, Harry and Ron hurried up to him. He glanced at the two of them and quietly swallowed the last bite of bread slowly.

"Travis, where is my Scabbers?" Ron asked angrily.

Rogge wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and then arranged his clothes gracefully. He glanced at Ron and said lightly: "I was scared to death that night. I fed it to the owl."

"What! You..." Ron felt dizzy. His feelings for Banban were not deep, but Rogge's indifferent attitude made him feel extremely angry. It seems that in Rogge's eyes, his pet is only worthy of being an owl snack.

"Saylor also dislikes the fact that rat meat is too old and tastes cumbersome to the teeth."

"Don't owls have teeth?" someone in Ravenclaw next door muttered.

The three of them looked at him in unison, as if to say: "You are the only one who knows more." He quickly smiled awkwardly, picked up the textbook and fled out of the auditorium.

Weasley turned his head, glared at Travis, and asked, "Why did you take Scabbers away from me?"

"Oh? Why are you asking me?" Rogge smiled slightly and replied: "I remember that the school notice clearly stated that only three kinds of creatures, owls, cats, and toads, are allowed. That black-skinned mouse is obviously against the rules. Species." He stood up, and Harry and Ron subconsciously took a few steps back, appearing a little overly vigilant.

"Don't be so nervous, I can't eat people." Hearing Rogge's joking tone, the students around him laughed knowingly. In their eyes, the two courageous people in the past seemed like cowards.

"You should thank me." Rogge said righteously and seriously: "This prevents you from being punished for keeping illegal pets. As far as I know, Mrs. Pince seems to have not forgiven you for disrupting the library."

Malfoy picked up his broomstick and interjected without missing a chance: "Our celebrity Ron Weasley, have you finished your five-foot-tall self-reflection?"

"Hahaha..." He let out an infectious laugh, filling the entire auditorium with a cheerful atmosphere.

The Gryffindors lowered their heads and focused on the food on their plates. They couldn't defend Ron, and even the prefects looked dejected.

On Slytherin's long table, someone picked up a knife and fork, banged the cup, and sang loudly: "Ron, Ron, a famous person, the professor doesn't listen to his class. The crucible explodes every day, and the spell fails again and again. Take it. Running around wearing bedsheets is the first violation of school rules..."

Ron's face turned red, and he was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in, or turn into steam and disappear completely in an instant.

The relaxed and happy tune was quickly picked up by the people around, and the long Slytherin table sang "Ron is a Celebrity". Their singing even attracted Peeves, who accompanied the students in their mischief.

"Quiet!" Professor McGonagall passed by the auditorium with a gloomy face. Under her stern gaze, the singing gradually died out, only echoing in everyone's hearts.

Professor McGonagall noticed Harry and Ron running to the Slytherin table, and she said in a low voice: "You two, follow me."

She didn't understand why they could run to the Slytherin table during dinner. Perhaps she should consider changing the position of the Gryffindor table.

"Oh!..." As Professor McGonagall's back disappeared from sight, there was a burst of cheers in the auditorium.

The song just now became louder, and Peeves repeated it with his funny tone, letting the song fly around the campus with him.

Malfoy howled excitedly and said in a voice full of joy: "Rogg, I heard Mrs. Hooch say that you want to go to the United States with us next time for the game?"

"Yes, to Ilvermorny." Roger replied as he walked towards the exit.

"Wow, I knew it. That's great!" Malfoy quickly followed, waving his fists excitedly and saying, "I knew that no one could resist the charm of Quidditch."

He praised: "Roger, you will definitely become the best batsman in the school, in the UK, and in the world."

"What a pity." Daphne sighed, "We can't go cheer for you."

"Don't say that, I feel numb." Rogge couldn't help but shuddered. He explained: "I'm not going to participate in the Quidditch game, but participating in potions-related games with Dean Snape. Academic exchange.”

"Ah?" Malfoy and Daphne exclaimed at the same time. They stared at Rogge closely, as if they had seen some rare animal. "Academic exchange? Are you sure?"

"You shouldn't be so surprised." Rogge smiled and motioned for them to close their jaws to avoid dislocation.

"This... we are only in the third grade. Isn't this kind of thing only possible after the OWLs exam and the direction of study is determined?"

"Alas, good wizards are always out of place. You have to understand." Rogge sighed softly, looking a little helpless.

"Tch, you bastard." Daphne snorted arrogantly, and several people went to class noisily.

On the campus lawn, Crookshanks found a new playmate: Yuumi. Originally, the little guy reluctantly accepted Rogge's training. After completing a series of high-speed movements and crazy scratching skills, he was forced by his master to press him down in front of a thick magic book and listen to his explanation.

"Soul protection?" Youmi didn't quite understand what it was. She scratched the book in front of her with her paws and felt that her feet felt pretty good.

As an Ex-level magical cat, Rogge does not expect it to "have you and me, and be angry (all at once)". As long as it can protect itself, it is excellent. Then, as expected, Youmi slipped out of the dormitory while Rogge turned around.

It relied on Roger's status in Slytherin to patrol every floor of the tower arrogantly. The wizards respectfully gave him snacks, while the witches wanted to hug him. Then, Yuumi stretched out her feet and pushed him away without mercy. When Roger rushes out to find it, it slips out of the tower...

Through the body of ghost professor Binns, two dumplings were running and jumping happily outside the History of Magic classroom. Crookshanks was very happy to make a new friend. He had not seen the big black dog for a long time.

After class, Roger stood in the corridor and shouted: "Yumi, Crookshanks!"

Crookshanks raised his head and glanced at Roger. Its flat face is so funny, especially when set against the backdrop of Yumi, it has an indescribable ugliness. The white ragdoll cat next to him, the slightly slovenly Youmi, rubbed against Rogge's legs and meowed.

"You two, really!" Rogge laughed helplessly, one on each side, hugging them.

Take them back to the dormitory and throw them into the basin. The clear water suddenly turned black. After half an hour of hard cleaning, they were finally cleaned up.

"Meow!" Crookshanks escaped from the restraints, jumped in front of the cage, and screamed fiercely at the sleeping Scabbers inside. Yumi shook her fur and threw the water on her body in Rogge's face.

"Don't worry, I know what it is." Roger put Crookshanks on the table. He patted its head gently and said, "Don't move."

Then he cast a spell: "Warm Wind." A gentle wind blew from the tip of the wand, drying the wet Crookshanks.

"Yumi." Rogge knocked on the table, and Yumi jumped up obediently, letting him continue to take care of it.

"Okay, you're done!" Looking at the two brand-new cats, Roger let out a long sigh of relief.

I also didn’t expect Tom Cruise to have acted in an R-rated movie, and there would be a similar movie, but it wasn’t as psychedelic as the one directed by Ku.