A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Snape turned to him, asking with his eyes what was going on.

"Oh, teacher. Mrs. Pince is on leave today. She will come over in the evening." Rogge quickly closed the letter and put it in his pocket. He pointed at Snape's messy hair and suggested, "How about I lend it to you?" comb?"

"Get out!"

"Yes!" Rogge stood up and agreed, quickly leaving the school hospital before Snape could react.

Snape looked at Rogge's leaving figure and suddenly felt tired. He suspected something had happened, but he was not in a physical condition to help.

Finally, he fell on the soft pillow, and his exhausted body and mind quickly fell into a deep sleep.

As night fell, a black figure quietly slipped into the passage beneath the Whomping Willow.

"Roger?" Black's voice was low and weak, coming from the darkness, and his eyes glowed golden in the dim light.

"Are you hurt?" Rogge raised the candle to Blake's face and gasped.

There was a bone-deep wound on Blake's cheek, extending from under his left eye to his right jaw. Just a little higher and Blake was blinded in his left eye.

A heavy gasp came from his chest, and he said painfully: "Give me the antidote made from the werewolf's brain."

Rogge's surprised expression gradually turned serious. He squatted down and stared at Blake quietly: "Don't tell me that you went to fight a werewolf?"

Black roared fiercely: "You want to take care of me?" Then, he gritted his bloody teeth in pain due to the cracked wound.

Roger didn't speak any more. He took out the gold cup and knocked it gently: "Tom, a portion of white fresh essence."

"Tom? What a good name." Blake took the potion and drank it in one gulp.

His body trembled slightly, and the effect of the medicine appeared quickly. The deep-bone wounds caused by the werewolf's claws began to stop bleeding, granulation regenerated, and the skin gradually healed.

However, even though the efficacy of Bai Xian Essence was amazing, it still left several shocking scars on his body.

Rogge tentatively said: "Oh, you won't take advantage of the full moon to break into the werewolf camp, right?"

"Almost." Blake put his hands on the wall and stood up with difficulty. He kicked a dark ball from the side.

Rogge looked down, slightly startled, and asked, "Werewolf head? Whose is this?"

"Fenrir Greyback." Black said bluntly, without any emotion in his voice, "It's as fresh as when it was first chopped off."

"Look, he can even blink." His smile was slightly ferocious, and the soles of his shoes stamped hard on Fenrir's face. He paused, then continued, "You use it to make an antidote."

Roger didn't answer, just stared at Blake. Since Fenrir's head is here, there is no need to say anything about the werewolf who injured Black. Sirius has now killed Fenrir and asked himself for the antidote just now. He must have been infected with the werewolf virus.

As for why Sirius wanted to kill it, it was because Fenrir was the culprit who bit Lupine. It is perhaps the most cruel werewolf in the wizarding world, taking pleasure in killing and biting children.

Fenrir is extremely bloodthirsty and even threatens the magic world: "Blood is what werewolves deserve, and werewolves should take revenge on normal humans."

Just because he was scolded by Lupine's father when he was imprisoned by Aurors, he deliberately retaliated and bit Lupine with a grudge.

Rogge had to admire Black for Lupin. He actually chased the opponent alone. Risk death and chop off this guy's head under the full moon... no, a wolf's head.

Blake looked indifferent and sat carelessly on the chair, as if all this was just a trivial matter to him.

He looked at Roger and said in a relaxed tone: "Ask your Tom to give me some food."

"Yes." Rogge knocked on the golden cup, and a sumptuous dinner quickly filled the round table.

In the dim candlelight, the swaying shadows were cast on Blake's battle-scarred face, making him look even more terrifying.

He devoured the whole fried chicken and soon only the bones were left. His originally handsome appearance looked like an evil ghost who had just escaped from hell in the shadows.

"Does Professor Lupine know about this?" Rogge asked suddenly, with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Blake didn't even raise his head, and continued to eat while replying: "I know that person. He is a good person, but he is too soft-hearted."

"As long as he knows what the potion to remove wolfsbane is, he won't drink it even if he dies." Black smiled helplessly, and the scars on his face looked like squirming red centipedes due to the movement of his muscles.

"There is only one chance. I don't think he will recognize me as his friend again after he gets rid of the pain of werewolf transformation." There was a trace of imperceptible sadness in Blake's voice, and then he started chewing heavily.

Rogge listened quietly without interrupting, watching silently as he swallowed the food with difficulty.

"When he was in school, he didn't even have any decent clothes. After graduation, he couldn't find a long-term job. People like him are destined not to be friends with me." Blake smiled self-deprecatingly and pointed. Say to yourself: "Who am I?"

His eyes flashed with complicated light, and then he said decisively: "I am the heir of the Black family, and I was born with endless Galleons."

There was a kind of pride in his voice, but then it turned to sarcasm: "That poor guy Lupin will go hungry if he doesn't work for two days. He is so kind-hearted that he won't even eat the wild dogs in the wilderness. "

Rogge sighed slightly, deep down he admired a man like Black. "Sorry, I also have my own principles and identity. I am Slytherin." He said secretly in his heart.

"There is another price for brewing new potions." Rogge's voice was calm and firm. When he proposed the price, even he felt a little cruel, "30,000 Galleons."

Blake was stunned for a moment, unable to react. Rogge didn't give him any reason to counteroffer or refuse, and left with his head in his hands.

"Look what Peeves found..." Peeves flew in front of Rogge. When he saw what was in the little wizard's hand, he screamed and disappeared.

"Coward." Rogge said disdainfully. He went to the dungeons and borrowed Snape's workbench.

In this dark dungeon, Rogge's face was illuminated by the dim light. There was no expression at all, only deep concentration and determination.

His technique was skillful and fast, and he used the Shadowless Magic of the Divine Edge to cut the werewolf's head accurately, and then gently pried it open, revealing a living werewolf's brain before his eyes. It is intact and elastic, making it the perfect material for any potion maker to make.

Roger cleaned up the potion table and tools, and checked the quality and weight of various materials again. After a long time, he started the panel again and simulated the process of configuring the potion, looking for possible optimization solutions.

Time passed quietly in Rogge's concentration, and it was not until late at night that he opened his eyes again. After drinking a tube of magic tonic, he calmly and quickly began to prepare the werewolf antidote potion.

Light the flame, place the crucible, add moon dew... As Shen Feng Wuying divides Griffin's brain into six parts, the complex configuration has just begun.

Time passed slowly while making the potion. After an unknown amount of time, Rogge nodded slightly tiredly. He split the potion in the crucible into two and carefully put the test tube into his arms. Looking at the cloudless night sky, I walked back to the dormitory and took Banban sleeping in the cage.

Using a werewolf brain to brew two tubes of magic potion, I felt like I was completely hollowed out. Now leave them and Scabbers to Black, and you won't owe him anything. Oh, the other party still owes me a house elf and 30,000 gold galleons.

"Did I offer too low a price?" Rogge muttered, suspecting that he was doing charity.

Helena's voice suddenly came from the crown, interrupting Rogge's thoughts: "Rogge, you skipped class yesterday..."

Rogge waved his hand, with an unmistakable tiredness in his voice: "We'll talk about it when I get back." Obviously, he didn't have the energy to discuss this issue now.

Lupine, who was patrolling the castle at night, saw his figure and frowned slightly, because Rogge seemed to be walking in the direction of the Whomping Willow. That direction is not an area where students typically move, especially at this time.

"Dating? Isn't it good to be by the black lake?" Lupine frowned when he saw Rogge's figure disappearing into the darkness. He suddenly thought of something and hurried to the Whomping Willow.

Lupine's intuition told him that someone must have called Rogge over: "Could it be him?" His heart couldn't help but become nervous, and he continued to speed up his running pace.