A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"The gray bird...it's just a gray bird!" White Rabbit looked at the little boy in front of him nervously, feeling that the new child brought back by Baba Yaga was different from the past.

Although the fence outside the wooden house was made of scrap materials by Baba Yaga, it is not meant to be scary. However, the boys lost in the forest will always be frightened and trembling. In addition, the wooden house is dark and the walls are hung with various black and red decorations.

A string of beads made from the tip of the eyebrow bone, a shoulder bag made from the spine... Baba Yaga likes to do some handicrafts when she is resting, or throw the bones that have nowhere to be placed into the crucible and pound them bit by bit.

These styles and ways of doing things that are incompatible with the outside world always make the lost boys crazy or crazy. They either took advantage of the absence of their mother-in-law and escaped from the wooden house under the bewitchment of the rabbit; or they collapsed on the ground and trembled in dark corners.

No matter what course of action she took, failure to complete the chores assigned by Baba Yaga always made her angry. He even used a stone pestle to express his anger and teach a child who cheated his mother-in-law and was extremely lazy.

So, she would throw the disobedient boy into the crucible, and make broth while crying and laughing under the scolding.

When the white rabbit saw that Roger was about to open the cage and seemed to be making his head spicy, he immediately howled: "It's just a gray bird. Like me, it was brought back by my mother-in-law."

"Then what? Why didn't I see it?" Rogge asked.

"It escaped." There was a hint of helplessness and a hint of jealousy in White Rabbit's voice.

"Escaped?" Rogge's voice rose an octave, "That's Baba Yaga. Her crucible flies so fast, how could the bird escape?"

"Don't open the cage, I say, I say everything!" The rabbit curled its tail and drooped its ears. "I escaped with the black cat and the gray bird. It used fire to trap Baba Yaga, the gray bird. The bird breathed fire and hid in the White Witch's castle."

"The two of us were not so lucky. We were all caught by my mother-in-law." Rabbit's eyes were red, and he was obviously very angry. It squatted down and moved its front teeth: "That long-tailed beast actually flattered Baba Yaga."

"It rubbed its tail against my mother-in-law, and she actually forgave it! And me, as you saw, I was locked in a cage." The rabbit's eyes were filled with grievances.

"Haha." Rogge didn't believe a word of the rabbit's sophistry. From a wizard's point of view, a talking rabbit was harder to find than a three-legged toad.

"You are dishonest." Rogge pulled out his wand and shouted, "The world is spinning."

In an instant, the entire cage flipped rapidly in the air. Roger added another floating spell, allowing the rabbit to enjoy spinning, jumping, and closing its eyes.

He looked firmly at the dark house in front of him, and the broom in his hand hit the floor violently, as if venting his anger. He ordered to the wooden house: "Get all the dirty things out of here."

The wooden house with chicken legs stood quietly, like a dead coffin. Suddenly, the two windows above it flew open, and a swarm of bats flew in, roaring as if they were the owners of the house. What followed was a shower of excrement, making the already filthy floor even dirtier.

It seemed to sense Rogge's displeasure, and actually let out a cheerful laugh through the swaying wooden door. Its roof rises and falls like a twisted spring. The bat-infested roof pulls up and down, twisted and weird. When the roof was at its lowest point, Roger could even look at the bats on the wooden beams.

Rogge had no intention of condoning the rudeness of the house, and threw the fireball in his hand directly towards the wooden table. Anyway, Baba Yaga only said to clean the house, but not to stop burning the house. Didn't say anything, just 0 cards. There are no calories in the inorganic stuff, Roger assures.

So, now, let's burn its calories! As for the house? The wind blows away the egg shells and removes the ashes.

The flames burned ragingly, greedily devouring the energy in the wood, and thick black smoke rose, even bringing out the smell of burnt protein. Rogge felt a little nauseous when he smelled the smell, so he swung out another sharp fire, making the flames more intense.

The flames raged in the wooden house, and the silver-white fire turned into a fire crow, frantically passing through every corner, burning out all combustible objects. The surrounding scene was engulfed in blazing white light, and the chicken-leg house was crumbling in the fierce fire, as if it was an apocalyptic scene.

The chicken-foot house swayed crazily, as if a magnitude 12 earthquake had occurred. Roger quickly evacuated to the backyard with the cage in hand to avoid the spread of the fire. The white rabbit looked at Roger in horror in the cage. It couldn't believe that the boy in front of it was a wizard, and that Baba Yaga would bring back such a dangerous existence.

"You...are you a wizard?" the rabbit asked in horror, his voice full of fear, "Mother-in-law will definitely kill you, will kill you!" it shouted desperately.

"Dead rabbit, shut your three-petal mouth." Rogge threatened, as if he was really going to throw the cage into the blazing fire. The rabbit huddled in a corner of the cage, covering his head and even breathing cautiously.

It swore that it had never seen such a fierce boy, no, it was a wizard! In front of this wizard, it felt extremely small and hopeless.

"My mother-in-law just asked me to clean the room. Since the room is gone, do you think I still need to clean it?" Rogge sneered and turned his eyes to the weeds in the backyard, preparing to start the second chore: picking up wheat.

The method is simple, just use the Levitation Charm and the Breeze Charm. The light blades of grass were gently blown away, followed by the heavy grains of wheat. As for the useless gravel, Rogge decided to return them to their original place. Under his magic, everything is going smoothly.

The rabbit secretly observed Roger's operation through the gap in the cage. It was surprised to find that Rogge not only quickly solved the problems left by Baba Yaga, but his proficiency in using magic spells was far beyond that of ordinary wizards. This shocked the rabbits. It seemed that they were going to be hungry in the next two days!

It couldn't help but look back at the burning house. The house was struggling in the flames and kept collapsing. Both the ground rats and the flying rats screamed miserably before being licked by the raging tongues of fire.

"We still need to remove the dust." Rogge said, throwing the collected wheat grains into the wooden barrel, adding water and starting to roll and clean. Finally, he put the clean wheat grains into the bag.

Just when Rogge was about to sigh that the task was so simple, Baba Yaga ran back in a hurry. Holding only a few white mushrooms in her hand, she rushed into the house regardless of the fire.

"Damn it, damn it. Why did you burn yourself?" Baba Yaga scolded as he took out his crucible, sat on it and started casting spells.

A large amount of water was immediately sprayed out of the crucible in an attempt to extinguish the flames caused by the Silver Fire Crow, but the power of the Silver Fire Crow was not suppressed. In desperation, Baba Yaga had no choice but to lift the stone pestle and hit the house hard, causing the chicken-footed house to split into two parts instantly. She quickly pulled out a black wooden box, and was extremely happy when she saw that the box was only burnt on the surface.

Rabbit and Roger looked at this scene with different thoughts in their hearts. Rabbit Dan hopes that Baba Yaga will kill the little wizard in front of him to fill his empty hunger, while Roger is thinking about how to deal with Baba Yaga's reaction and the possible consequences of this fire.

The fire became more and more fierce, and the wooden house finally couldn't support it. With the painful wail of the wooden boards being burned, the whole house fell down. In the chaos, Baba Yaga still threw two large chicken legs into the crucible to ensure that the moving tools of the wooden house were preserved.

Rogge grabbed a handful of ashes on the ground, and before the rabbit could react, the black claws grabbed at him. Ashes were smeared on Long Ears, as if performing some mysterious ritual. Then, Rogge cast the "tongue-locking" spell, turning the rabbit into a black stuffed toy.

Looking at his work, Roger smiled with satisfaction. He carried a bag full of clean wheat grains, and with a bright smile on his face, he jumped and ran towards Baba Yaga: "Mother-in-law, are you back from picking mushrooms?"

Baba Yaga had a depressed face, but seeing Ivan's smile, her mood improved slightly. For a mentally disturbed old witch, she was completely unaware that the smiling boy in front of her was the culprit who burned down the wooden house.

Click!

There was a louder explosion behind him, as if it was the bloody and tearful accusation of the murderer in front of the wooden house. The silver-white fire crow swallowed up everything that was combustible, leaving only cold black ashes.

It flapped its wings and circled for weeks over the ashes like a real crow. Finally it got smaller and smaller, disappearing suddenly like a cloud of smoke.

The wind in the forest brought a bit of chill, and Roger used a broom to gather together the ashes of the wooden house where there was nowhere to place them. He looked around and finally swept them into the stone well.

"Mother-in-law, the house is clean." Rogge took the lead and submitted the task with a strong and firm voice.

"Well..." Baba Yaga looked at the white and clean land and nodded dully, as if he was satisfied with everything in front of him.

Did Roger clean the house? Sweep it! Baba Yaga's wrinkled eyelids trembled slightly as she pondered this question over and over in her mind. Did he really sweep it? An inexplicable excitement surged in her heart, but she had to maintain restraint on the surface. Deep in her soul, there seemed to be a voice echoing: "Rusao!"

What does "Rusao" mean? It means that Roger did clean up, but in an extreme way - he completely eliminated the person he was cleaning. The word "ru" seems to contain a power that can sweep everything, making the whole world sound like frost.

The task he set, the source of cleaning the house, was completely solved by Rogge's ultimate plan. From then on, she no longer had to worry about cleaning the house.

Baba Yaga touched his iron conscience and asked himself a question: How could the house burn? She turned to look at Rogge, as if trying to find the ultimate answer from his innocent face.

"Mother-in-law, I was cleaning the house first. But suddenly a lot of bats flew in, which scared me so much that I ran to the fireplace. But the firewood inside suddenly caught fire, and then jumped on me." Rogge said in the spirit of whoever speaks first is right. attitude, shifting the responsibility to the wooden house.

There was a sense of innocence and helplessness in his words, as if he was just an innocent victim troubled by an accident.

Rogge was satisfied with the "silent" attitude of the wooden house. Of course, he was also a quality person and would not interrupt the "self-defense" of the wooden house. The wind shuttled through the forest, and the leaves made a rustling sound. Roger seemed to take this sound as the answer of the wooden house, and was satisfied with its straightforward "speech".

"I was picking wheat, but then the fire started, so I quickly brought the white rabbit out." Rogge said, handed the cage to Baba Yaga, and continued to explain: "Grandma, look, it's burnt black. That black cat is black.”

Baba Yaga nodded, and she turned to the White Rabbit, as if she wanted to hear what it had to say. However, the rabbit seemed to be frightened and whined for a long time without saying a clear word.

"Mother-in-law, is this considered clean?" Rogge asked, his voice revealing a hope that his actions would be recognized by Baba Yaga.

Baba Yaga's face froze, and he didn't know how to respond for a moment. Roger did clean up the chicken feet house, of course, if you don't count the dirt-covered chicken feet in the crucible. As well as the ashes just now, they were the last dirty things left in the house, and they were swept into the stone well by Roger.

"Clean!" Baba Yaga had to admit that Roger did a very thorough job in housework.

Her eyes suddenly opened wide and she asked: "Where are the wheat grains in the backyard, Ivan?" Baba Yaga stared at Rogge sternly, and the crucible at his feet gave off an oily green halo. She rubbed the stone pestle in her hand, her eyes slowly narrowed, and she was already considering whether to throw Rogge in and slowly mash it.

"What should I add?" Baba Yaga thought delusional, but if Roger finished his housework, according to her rules, he should not punish the cute little boy in front of him.

"Mother-in-law, the wheat grains are all inside." Rogge shook the bag in his hand and explained: "I was afraid that they would get dusty, so I put them inside."

"Are you sure you have collected everything?" Baba Yaga grabbed the black cloth bag and reached into it to grab a handful. They are like golden sand, flowing slowly from the fingers. I have to say that the dried wheat grains are very clean and there is indeed no dust at all.

"Of course, I promise!" Rogge patted his chest and said confidently: "I walked through every corner of the yard without missing a single grain of wheat."

"This matter can be proved by the white and black jackrabbits." Rogge pointed at the mute rabbit in the cage, who was bullying the other rabbit into being unable to speak. "I guarantee it with its head!"

The rabbit jumped up in panic when he heard Roger's words. It fluttered in the cage as if it wanted to tell Baba Yaga everything. It does not want to wander silently, but wants to make its own cry.

"Dumb rabbit!" Baba Yaga threw the cage to the ground and poured the bag of wheat grains into the crucible in front of Roger.

"1, 2, 3...109, 110..." She began to count the wheat grains, while Roger yawned and looked at the slowly rising bright moon. He only has one question now, where to sleep at night.