A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Rogge understood that the cornerstone of the existence of this magical kingdom and the magnificent Oak Castle was the eternal life of Kashchei. If he takes Phoenix away, everything will be turned into dust by the years.

The women's laughter and Helena's curses kept ringing in his ears. One after another, the birds were perched on the branches of the oak tree. They turned their little heads curiously and watched everything that happened.

Roger thought for a moment and decided to be an egoist. "What does this have to do with me?" he thought to himself.

Soon, Helena was sent back to the room by the oak tree. She put her hands on her hips and glared at Roger angrily.

"You bastard, is this your attitude and way of treating girls?" she asked accusingly.

"Hey, you're a banshee. How dare you say you're a girl?"

"You!" Helena clenched her fists angrily. The huge poppies behind her swayed, and the red-purple light shrouded the surroundings.

She tried to force Rogge to surrender, but she had to stop when she saw the fireball jumping in his hand. Although she wouldn't die, the feeling of being burned by a raging fire was definitely not pleasant.

If the problem can be solved through friendly communication, Helena does not want to start a fierce magic contest with Rogge.

"Maria must have told you! That stinky sister, poor thing!" Helena wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction, "She has been unwilling to play with us since she was a child, and likes to pretend to be aloof. She deserves to be used as a container by her father. "

"Brother Ivan, why don't you kill her~" Helena requested in a coquettish tone.

"Well, the relationship between you sisters is so bad?"

"No, we are all for her own good. Think about it, if she dies, she can become the Oak Banshee. Then, she will become just like us." Helena explained.

"Of course, if you also join us, I...I won't object." She put on a shy posture, her figure was graceful and extremely charming.

Facing Helena's bad invitation, Rogge shook his head firmly: "Poppies are very dangerous."

"No, she's a poppy. Brother Ivan, please don't admit your mistake." Helena corrected her softly.

"Oh, poppies have hairy legs. Look back at the flowers behind you. Is there a hair on the pole?" Rogge shook his head slightly and said jokingly: "Do you have any hair? Not at all!"

"You!" Helena was speechless by Rogge's teasing.

She seemed to be poked in a painful spot, stamping her feet angrily and screaming: "You bastard!"

"Uh...I'm talking about identification methods. Is there any problem? Miss Helena, Poppy is already naked, why do you have to pretend to be beautiful?" Rogge continued to tease.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, and Helena wanted to take action, locking Roger in the vines and whipping him severely. Then, then... Helena thought about it and decided to bite him to death.

Just when she was about to summon her sisters to take action, Kashchei opened the door and entered. There was a faint smile on his thin face, but his eyes were very sharp.

"Helena!" He scolded in a low voice, and then looked at Rogge who was holding the fireball.

"Mr. Ivan, you really amaze me." He said, placing the cage with the black rabbit on the table. "It is really a magic, I have never seen it before."

"Really?" Rogge's eyes drifted to the iron cage. Rabbit looked at him with a smile, and his eyes revealed a kind of satisfaction of having a great revenge.

"Mr. Kashchei, magic is always magical. The world is so big, there is always magic knowledge that we don't know."

"Of course, there is no doubt about this." Kashchei ordered Helena to step back with his eyes. He sat on the chair and said confidently: "It told me that Baba Yaga is dead and was killed by you. "

"However, I don't trust anyone, not even my daughters." He narrated calmly, "No matter the rabbits, they, including this castle, are parasites on my body, and they all want to be the host. "

"I knew from the time you arrived at the lake that you must be here for the Phoenix." He looked at Rogge with a proud smile on his lips: "Of course, you are more polite than others."

"Mr. Ivan..." Kashchei paused and said, "I'm sorry, if that's really your name."

"The name is just a code name, it's not important, is it?" Rogge responded calmly.

"Of course." Kashchei nodded. He knocked on the table, and several branches suddenly rose up from the floor, forming an oak cage.

He hinted to Rogge with his eyes that he could try using fireballs. Rogge doesn't tolerate him. Since the other party has invited him, let's give it a try.

The fireball was thrown on the cage, exploding countless sparks. The railings and furniture in the room were quickly ignited, but were immediately restored as they turned to ashes.

A trace of ridicule appeared on Kashchei's face, and he asked the oak tree to send Maria in. Maria, who was covered in bruises and limping, was kicked hard by her father and fell heavily to the ground.

"Where is the fierce fire?" Seeing that the fireball technique was ineffective, Rogge immediately released the silvery white fierce fire.

It licks everything around it, turning all combustible materials into its own food. Kashchei felt the high temperature around him, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

He smiled and said: "Ivan, the phoenix itself is the flame."

Before he finished speaking, branches suddenly grew out of the wall. It sucked up the surrounding fierce fire, and there were still a few green leaf buds on it.

"It seems you understand. You can't escape without my permission." Kashchei walked to the wooden cage and said with a smile: "Now, tell me who holds Fox."

Kashchei didn't believe in information given to him for free by others. He preferred answers that he forced himself to get.

"Dumbledore." Rogge said without hesitation.

He took out a piece of parchment full of magic, shook his head and asked, "His full name."

"Full name? I don't know." Rogge was a little distracted. He swore to Merlin that he really didn't remember it.

"Albus Dumbledore, why don't you try this name."

Kashchei wrote it on the parchment without comment. However, nothing happened.

"Mr. Ivan, I said, full name!" He balled up the parchment and struck Rogge with a bolt of lightning.

"I really don't know!" Rogge, who was all burnt and black, was on the verge of crying. The principal's name was as long as a centipede. How can a ghost remember it?

"Haha." Kashchei snorted coldly, "It seems that you haven't received enough lessons..."

"I'm not lying to you!" Rogge explained quickly, "Dumbledore's name is very long, I really can't remember it. He is now the principal of a magic school and is known as the greatest wizard."

"The greatest? A junior?" Kashchei was amused. Modern wizards are really ignorant. Any cat or dog can be called the greatest.

"Of course, if you don't believe it, you can go find out for yourself." Rogge took the opportunity to step on his foot twice, ready to activate the door key at any time.

"I will." He picked up the cage and left with a sneer.

"Phew, I thought he would turn me into a sculpture." Roger sat cross-legged in the cage, pressing down his straight hair.

"Father is the same as Baba Yaga." Maria leaned against the wall and said very weakly: "They are all remnants of the God of Nature and have their own rules."

"Oh?" Rogge asked quickly, "Can't you kill people at will?"

"What do you think?" Maria took a deep breath, endured the pain and stood up holding on to the wall.

She walked out tremblingly, almost falling down as soon as her feet became weak. Rogge quickly used the flying spell to place a soft pillow under her body.

"Thank you." Maria took a few deep breaths to relieve the pain in her body.

After a moment of silence, she explained: "Before the wizard priests from the south arrived, all the creatures in this land believed in nature."

“We exchange faith for the protection of nature and at the same time abide by its rules.”

"For my father, he is the ruler of everything in his territory. When you kill him, you will be turned into a stone sculpture by the rules."

"Oh! Quite kind." Rogge nodded, no longer worried about his own safety.

He felt that both Baba Yaga and Kashchei were too pedantic and could only kill people according to the rules. If he had fallen into the hands of a dark wizard, he would have been subjected to the three-pack package of the Imperius Curse, Cruciatus, and Avada Kedavra.

"Do you really not know Dumbledore's full name?" Maria suddenly asked, staring into Roger's eyes.

"Huh, who can remember?" Rogge shook his head and said helplessly: "Those close to him call him Albus, and others call him Dumbledore. As for the long list of middle names, I'm afraid only he remembers it. "

Rogge turned around and asked curiously: "What is that piece of parchment for?"

"An evil ritual that can curse the other person by name." Maria's breathing gradually calmed down, and she chatted with Rogge softly, "Generally speaking, people who are covered with parchment will not survive more than a year."

"You can even use it to curse the other person's descendants."

"Dumbledore has no children, and he is over a hundred years old. By the way, Maria, is the rabbit really the key?"

Maria was stunned for a moment, and she asked: "Who told you?"

"Of course it's me!" A naughty voice sounded outside the window, and Helena slipped in through the window again.

She jumped up to Maria and stabbed her wound hard with her index finger.

"Oh, doesn't it hurt?" She covered her mouth and smiled with her eyes as crescent-shaped, "I'm so sorry, my dear sister!"

Helena emphasized the last few words, looking rather vicious.

"Father has left the castle. Sister, are you happy?" Helena pointedly said, "You have been waiting for this day, haven't you?"

"Last time, you let the rabbit out. This time, you can only leave by yourself. Haha, Maria, you can't leave with the rabbit."

"Actually, you don't know, that little rabbit is afraid of you." She jumped a little as she said this, then turned to look at Roger in the cage.

"Oh, brother Ivan, I'm here to see you." She put her hands behind her back, with a cunning light in her eyes.

"Do you want to know why the rabbit is the key? Kiss me and I will tell you." She turned away and pointed at her cheek.

"I, Ivan, cannot be lewd by wealth, nor can I be subjugated by power!" Rogge said firmly.

"Hmph, then I'll use violence!" Helena smashed her fist into her palm and threatened fiercely: "I'll give you one last chance."

"unnecessary!"

"You!" Helena kicked the cage angrily, then pointed at Maria and said, "Do you think Maria is the only good person in the whole castle?"

"She is not a good person! Ivan, beautiful women are the best at lying. You must not believe her. Especially her pretense of being cold and cold is the best way to bluff people."

"I'll tell you the truth," she said, walking towards Maria.

Maria wanted to resist, but Helena forcefully tore open her white dress, exposing the white of her belly.

She pointed there and said: "The phoenix egg is sealed in her belly. To unlock her container, a needle is needed."

"Needle?" Rogge couldn't help but think a little. He quickly shook his head and warned that he was still in the cage.

"Yes, that rabbit!" Helena pinched Maria hard and scolded: "Smelly sister, let me see how you can continue to lie!"

She continued: "The phoenix was just an insignificant pet to Baba Yaga."

"That crazy woman has dedicated herself to nature a long time ago and will never die. However, my father Kashchei has no loyal beliefs."

"He wanted to betray his own god, and was imprisoned here in the end. This island in the middle of the lake was originally the prison where he was imprisoned."

"Later, the fleeing witches listened to his rhetoric. Then, there were us. Maria, you have to bear all the responsibility for my mother's death!" Helena's eyes were full of anger. Even after a thousand years, she still hated him. .

"Maria, you have brought disaster!" She shouted slightly madly, "Kashchei used the blood of his mother and ours to create his own immortality!"

Helena sneered and slapped Maria hard: "If you hadn't insisted on saving it, would we have died? Would we have become puppets of the oak tree?"

"Do you think the rabbit will run out to find someone to save you? Stop dreaming! Only by killing it can you get the key to unlocking the seal."

Rogge listened quietly, completely unaware that there was such a story between the sisters. He had no way of knowing which of the two women was right and who was wrong. At this moment, he even understood Kashchei somewhat.

No wonder, Kashchei would say: He doesn’t believe anyone.

If the immortal base is the phoenix, and Mary lying on the ground is the load-bearing wall of the building. In the entire Oak Castle, only two people were the beneficiaries, the immortal Kashchei and the phoenix container Maria.

Maria's kindness brought disaster to her mother and sisters. Kashchei used their blood to control the phoenix and complete the magic ritual to gain the power of immortality.

"No wonder Helena hates her so much." Rogge looked at the blood at the corner of Maria's mouth and sighed.

Suddenly, he realized that he was believing Poppy Helena's words.

Can Helena be trusted? Rogge didn't know, but he understood that the goal of this seemingly petite girl approaching him was by no means simple.