A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Ron, good morning." Neville said hello while rubbing his sleepy eyes, with a hint of morning laziness in his voice.

He mechanically walked to the corner of the dormitory, where there was an old urinal. Except for Slytherin's new tower, none of the other three house dormitories have supporting water pipes. So, Hogwarts students are left to find their own solutions to personal hygiene problems.

Neville aimed at the chamber pot and began to release the overnight accumulation. The cavity of the urinal shrank rapidly, and the sound it made changed from deep to sharp. This harsh noise woke up Dean and Seamus who had just fallen asleep.

The two of them sat up with heavy dark circles under their eyes, complaining dissatisfiedly to Neville: "Longbottom, what are you doing?"

"Huh?" Neville turned around, his urine drawing an arc in the air and leaving a deep mark on the carpet. He shouted in panic: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"Let's wait for the elf to clean up." Dean sighed, his eyes glanced around the dormitory, and then asked: "Hey, where is Harry? He didn't come back all night, right? Ron, you Do you know where he went?"

"Huh, how do I know?" Ron angrily pulled the quilt over his head and covered his face, obviously not wanting to answer this question.

"It's strange, weren't they two together before?" Simo's doubtful voice sounded particularly harsh in the quiet dormitory.

Except for Neville, who spent last night in a deep sleep, almost no one else slept. During breakfast, Seamus' head hit the plate unconsciously and fell into a deep sleep.

"We're done!" the Weasley twins screamed and rushed in, waving the age-enhancing potions in their hands with proud smiles on their faces.

Rogge watched them with interest, secretly praising their potion talents. If I didn’t hate studying, I probably wouldn’t fail classes so often.

Compared with students from other colleges, the little lions are more excited. If the Weasley twins can successfully cheat the age line, they can also sign up for the Triwizard Tournament.

"We only need one drop." Fred rubbed his hands excitedly, his eyes shining with anticipation. George then added: "We'll be seventeen in a few months."

"If anyone wins, we will share the prize of one thousand galleons equally." The two looked at each other and smiled, and the joy infected everyone around them.

Malfoy looked on with cold eyes and laughed secretly in his heart: "You poor guy, you have to divide a thousand galleons equally." He stared closely at the twins as they walked towards the age line.

Just as he was about to run over to watch the fun, Roger's owl, the huge snowy owl, suddenly rushed in. Thaler was like a small bomber, its wings flapping violently, creating a strong wind. Many people exclaimed and quickly lowered their heads to avoid its dive.

"Gugu..." Sailor finally landed on the long table, and many cups and dishes were knocked over by its huge body. Rogge smiled helplessly, stepped forward and took it off the table, while apologizing for the chaos caused around him.

"Roger, any news about my father?" Malfoy's voice contained a hint of uneasiness. His eyes were locked on Rogge's face, eagerly looking for answers.

Rogge nodded slightly and handed him the letter that Sailor had brought.

"Lucius is cooperating with the minister to compile a list of people." He lowered his voice, with a hint of seriousness in his tone, "I guess they are going to list all the former Death Eaters."

"What?" Malfoy's voice suddenly rose an octave, and his face was full of panic. "My father was controlled by the Imperius Curse back then. He was not a Death Eater at all!"

"Don't get excited." Rogge raised his hand and made a comforting gesture, telling Malfoy to stay calm. "The Ministry of Magic may be using elimination methods to find the remaining Death Eaters who destroyed the World Cup."

These words were naturally meant to lie to Draco. Since the second prison break, the Ministry of Magic has been sending people to monitor Lucius. Of course Amelia knew that there was someone else organizing the pureblood parade.

"So, my dad is fine!" Malfoy finally breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and immediately turned back to write home.

At this moment, Harry and Klum came back, and the three of them almost bumped into each other at the door.

"Strange?" Harry looked at Draco in confusion. If it had been before, the two of them would have at least had a quarrel.

"Rogge, are you really okay?" Daphne's voice was obviously nervous, and her body shrank involuntarily, "Back then, I...someone in our family was also accused of being a Death Eater..."

She didn't continue, but her fear was obvious.

Rogge gently held her cold hand and comforted her gently: "The Wizengamot has acquitted everyone, how could they easily overturn their decision?" There was a kind of people in his words. Convinced and firm, trying to reassure Daphne.

"Actually, I have a guess." Rogge spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful, causing Daphne to move closer involuntarily.

"Guess?" Daphne asked quickly, staring at Roger, eager to know the answer, "Is this related to Draco's father?"

"Yeah." Rogge nodded, "The best way to distinguish Death Eaters is the Dark Mark. However, it can be eliminated."

"Eliminate?!" Daphne's eyes were filled with shock. She could hardly believe her ears. "This, is this impossible? That was left by Voldemort..."

"It's naturally impossible for ordinary wizards, but there are always extraordinary wizards."

"You mean, principal?" A bright light flashed in Daphne's eyes.

If Dumbledore takes action, the Dark Mark will certainly not be a problem. In fact, he has already done this.

Those Death Eaters who escaped the Wizengamot's judgment were not entirely loyal to Voldemort. Lucius was a core figure among the Death Eaters back then. Now, he has betrayed Voldemort's Horcrux in disguise. As long as Amelia uses some means, she can completely make the other party cooperate with her actions.

Once the Ministry of Magic can eliminate the Dark Mark on their bodies, it will definitely deal a heavy blow to Voldemort's remaining forces.

However, over the years, Dumbledore has left those pure-blood wizards alone, seeming to have forgotten about the Dark Mark. Perhaps in his mind, wizards with the Dark Mark were not worth saving. Or, take advantage of the situation to reduce the number of pure-blood wizards.

If it was the latter possibility, Rogge couldn't help but feel chilled in his heart.

By this time, the Weasley twins had successfully crossed the age line. They thought they had successfully tricked Dumbledore's magic. So, the two shouted triumphantly and prepared to throw the parchment into the Goblet of Fire.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden hissing sound in the air. They were thrown out by an invisible force and fell straight into the distance like lead balls. The two fell painfully to the stone ground ten feet away.

The students who were watching looked at their embarrassed appearance and couldn't help laughing. Because on their chins, identical long white beards sprouted.

"I warned you." A low, smiling voice came from outside. Rogge turned to look, and Dumbledore looked at the two of them with a sparkle in his eyes: "I suggest you two go to Pomfrey. She is already taking care of Miss Fawcett and Miss Ravenclaw. Hufflepuff’s…”

In the cheerful atmosphere, Rogge's calm voice slowly came: "Principal, can someone sign up for me?"

Dumbledore shook his head and said in a firm tone: "That is impossible. The Goblet of Fire will only accept the name on the parchment if it matches the applicant."

Seeing the principal's confident expression, Rogge couldn't help but undermine his confidence. The Goblet of Fire may be magical, but it's still just a magic tool. If it were truly invulnerable, Harry Potter wouldn't become the fourth warrior.

Grindelwald walked over, with that faint, elusive smile still hanging on his lips: "Albus has always been so self-righteous."

"Professor, did you see something?" Rogge asked curiously, his eyes fixed on Grindelwald, trying to find the answer.

Grindelwald nodded, looking towards the blue-white flames. In that flash, Harry Potter's name is written on the parchment flying out of the Goblet of Fire.

"A person he wants to restrict." Grindelwald looked at Rogge with a smile, as if to imply that the person was him.

Rogge shrugged indifferently, his tone full of disinterest: "Playing house is not as interesting as Quidditch."

He changed the topic and asked: "Professor, where is my locket?"

"Give it away." Grindelwald's tone was extremely relaxed, not caring about their previous agreement.

"Hey, is this fun?"

"It's quite interesting." Grindelwald looked at the sullen Rogge and slowly threw a string of bone chains, "Don't worry, I will give it to you, but not this year."

"What the hell?" When Rogge saw it, he thought of Baba Yaga's wooden house, and his body felt nauseated.

"Serpent rosary." Grindelwald shook his head slightly, seeming to regret Rogge's lack of knowledge and skills: "The magic props I made with the secret technique of Snow Hidden should be able to stop Avada Kedavra once."

"The secret technique hidden in the snow?" Rogge quickly counted the number of bone fragments, which was exactly 108. "Gabala?"

"Hey, it seems you know quite a lot." Grindelwald nodded, surprised by the knowledge Rogge had.

He continued: "I learned about it in Nepal back then. I have never seen the real thing, but the eyebrow tips of snake people are almost the same as the eyebrow tips of Muggles. In theory, there should be no problem, but in fact... you will know after you try it."

"Haha, I'm afraid I'll die if I try it." Rogge rolled his eyes at him, but still put the snake-man rosary into his bag. Although I can't use it myself, others can be a guinea pig.

"Don't think that a test object can make me forget Slytherin's pendant. I forgot to tell you that the other Horcrux is a ring." After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Grindelwald alone. The corridor is messy in the rain.

In Rogge's opinion, as long as he didn't tell Gunter where the ring was hidden, Grindelwald would be impossible to find. However, he forgot that some people are unreasonable.

"Ring?" Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, looked at the water on the flower bed, and saw the future scene again: "Yes, that's it!"

He clenched his fists slightly excitedly, not even noticing Dumbledore approaching.

"Gerlot, have you been to the Ministry of Magic recently?" Dumbledore looked at the reflection in the water, curious about what he saw.

"That woman from the Ministry of Magic asked me to do a little favor." Grindelwald said very easily, and the air gradually became quiet.

The rain was pouring down, and the mountains of Scotland were shadowed in the heavy rain. Grindelwald and Dumbledore stood side by side in the corridor, admiring the magnificent natural scenery.

The heavy rain poured down like a waterfall, hitting the windows and making a crackling sound. It was as if the bells of time brought their memories back many years ago.

At that time, they were still young, full of ideals and actions. In the hazy mist, the hustle and bustle completely faded away at this moment. They looked at each other and smiled, as if they were back to the first time they met.

Finally, Dumbledore broke the peaceful and beautiful atmosphere: "Gayle, I need you to help me."

He has been keenly aware that Tom's comeback is even greater in strength and power. He was even a little worried whether Harry could defeat the opponent as predicted.

"Alas." Grindelwald sighed, "Against that student of yours?"

Dumbledore nodded and stared at him intently. Faced with the expectant eyes of his "old friend", Grindelwald cruelly rejected him.

"Albus, I'm old." His eyes drifted into the distance, seeming to be looking for something.

After a long silence, Grindelwald said softly: "That's your business, you need to do it. I like to walk around and look at the scenery. Or find a place where no one is around and have a good rest."

His words revealed exhaustion and unfeeling, as if he had experienced all the vicissitudes of life. After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

The figure disappearing into the rain will forever be engraved in Dumbledore's memory. Dumbledore later understood that this was the last time they would meet in this life.

The students at Hogwarts are still studying, playing and playing pranks without any worries. Or standing outside, looking at the carriages and ships in the distance, talking about them.

"It must be very big inside." Someone said firmly, "Do you remember the headmistress of Beauxbatons? She seems to be taller than two Hagrids, but she can actually walk into the carriage."

"Hey, why is the Triwizard Tournament held in our school?" Some students complained, "I really don't know what the vehicles of Hogwarts are."

"If we go to their school to compete, we won't have to go to class."

"Hey, then us juniors won't even be able to see the game."

"makes sense."

Students poured into the auditorium Thursday night to gaze upon the Goblet of Fire. Everyone wants to know who the warriors who represent the three schools are.

There was an atmosphere of excitement and tension in the auditorium as students whispered among themselves and guessed at possible names. The Goblet of Fire burned brightly in the center, its light illuminating everyone's faces and igniting the expectations in their hearts.