A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

In the tent where the warriors rested, Cedric lay quietly on the stretcher, his face pale and beads of sweat hanging on his forehead.

Madam Pomfrey cautiously glanced outside the tent. Her eyes penetrated the thick curtains and fell on Dumbledore and other professors who were fighting the dragon in the distance.

As the overlord of the sky, the dragon flaps its wings and stirs up strong winds. As flying units, they have a natural advantage over wizards who walk on the ground. The professors at Hogwarts don't like to cast spells on broomsticks. They stood on the top of the mountain, resisting the scorching dragon breath breathed by the giant dragon, while trying to weaken the anti-magic properties of the dragon skin.

Doctor Pomfrey quickly turned around and shouted into the tent: "Filch, we can get out of here!" Her voice was firm and urgent, and she waved her wand to make the stretcher float with Cedric.

Filch nodded hurriedly, his hands tightly grasping the edge of the stretcher, and pushing it out. At this moment, the three of them noticed Harry Potter standing on the hillside. He was looking up at the giant dragon high in the sky, his eyes flashing with eagerness.

Madam Pomfrey frowned and shouted in a low voice: "Potter, why didn't you leave with them?" There was a hint of reproach in her voice, and she waved him over.

"I..." Harry lowered his head, his eyes falling on his toes, and he explained softly: "My challenge hasn't started yet..."

His voice was almost inaudible, but the desire to fight in his eyes could not be concealed. He stole a glance at the golden egg Cedric was holding, the key to the next challenge.

Just when Madam Pomfrey was about to speak again, several boulders roared from a distance, cutting through the air with the threat of death. Filch let go of his hand in horror, and the stretcher swayed down the mountain. Cedric screamed and hit the cliff.

The boulder was getting closer and bigger, and Madam Pomfrey quickly used magic spells to intercept it. However, there were so many rubbles that I was too busy to intercept them all.

Filch got a broken wand from somewhere. He held on tightly, closed his eyes tightly, and shouted loudly: "Fly around!"

At this moment, those roaring boulders seemed to be nailed in the air by an invisible force field. Filch carefully opened one eye, then the other, an expression of incredible ecstasy on his face. "I can do magic, I can do magic!" he howled loudly, his voice full of surprise and pride.

Madam Pomfrey's face was full of surprise. She had just witnessed the flash of Squib Filch's wand. Even though that was weak, it happened. However, his magic power was too weak to control even a piece of paper, let alone intercept these flying boulders.

"Mrs. Pomfrey, why are you still here?" Rogge's voice sounded from behind. His wand shook slightly, and the boulders in the sky moved with the movement of the tip of the wand.

Filch's eyes widened and he looked at Rogge, who was walking calmly, with frustration written on his face. He stared down at the broken wand in his hand, with a trace of unwillingness in his eyes.

"Mr. Filch, maybe you should go to Diagon Alley and ask Mr. Ollivander to introduce you to a suitable wand." Rogge said with a smile, his words full of encouragement and understanding.

"Mr. Rogge, you mean, I...I just..." Filch was so excited that he was incoherent, his mouth opened wide, and his hands were swinging back and forth in the air.

Just then Madam Pomfrey screamed: "Watch out for the fireballs!"

Rogge pointed his wand forward, and the boulders in mid-air followed his command and crashed into the mushroom-shaped fireballs.

boom!

A huge explosion sounded, a dazzling light burst out in the sky, and sparks flew everywhere. Filch looked at all this with envy, his heart filled with yearning for magic. He subconsciously touched the clay tablet in the bag. It was the only way for him to awaken his magic power and the starting point of his dream.

"If...if I keep practicing, can I be as good as Rogge?" He looked at Rogge eagerly, with hope shining in his eyes. It was as if he saw the shadow of his future in Rogge.

Harry Potter pouted, his hand clenching the wand so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the exertion. His heart was filled with regret. If Madam Pomfrey hadn't reminded her just now, he could have intercepted the fireball.

Rogge turned his eyes to Filch and said truthfully: "Your wand does respond, but the magic power is very weak. In my estimation, it may only be equivalent to the unconscious magic release of a three-year-old child."

"Enough! Enough!" Filch shouted excitedly, his voice full of joy, "I'm no longer a squib! I'm no longer a squib!" His body trembled slightly with excitement, and his whole body seemed to be glowing with new energy. of vitality.

Madam Pomfrey stared at the dancing Filch, her eyes full of disbelief. However, she quickly came to her senses and realized that this was not the right place to discuss the topic. The giant dragon in the sky is still attacking the principal and professors unscrupulously. Maybe there will be stones and fireballs flying later.

She urged in a low voice: "Okay, Filch, pick up the stretcher, let's go quickly!"

Filch nodded quickly, with a silly smile on his face. Cedric complained to him: "You almost threw me to death." He didn't defend himself and climbed up with the stretcher.

Before leaving, Filch looked at Rogge, his eyes full of reverence and gratitude: "Mr. Rogge, I will keep practicing!"

Roger smiled and nodded, encouraging him. He thought to himself, but he didn't expect that carving runes could indeed enhance his spiritual power. However, he also knew very well that with Filch's qualifications, even if it took a lifetime, he might only be able to release some basic magic, such as fluorescent flashes.

"Harry, come back with us!" Madam Pomfrey shouted again, with determination and urgency in her voice.

Harry Potter hummed, his eyes still admiringly resting on the professors fighting the dragon on the mountain top. Only then did he notice that Rogge was moving that way, and his figure looked particularly firm and calm in the sunlight.

"He..." Harry pointed at Roger's back, wanting to remind Madam Pomfrey. But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Madam Pomfrey.

"There is no need to doubt Rogge's magical ability." Madam Pomfrey shook her head, her tone full of trust in Rogge, "If it weren't for the rules, Hogwarts would only have the only warrior, Rogge Travis. ." Her evaluation is undoubtedly a high recognition of Rogge's ability.

When Harry heard this, his heart was filled with displeasure, and the flames of jealousy rose in his heart.

"Rogg, it's Rogg again! Why do the principal and professors trust him so much!" He was shouting in his heart, dissatisfied with Rogg's excellence and the praise he received.

"He is obviously a Slytherin, a child of a Death Eater. Aren't you worried that he will become a dark wizard after graduation?" Harry couldn't help but muttered, his tone full of reluctance.

Madam Pomfrey looked at Harry and sighed softly. She completely understood what Harry was thinking. After all, as the much-anticipated savior of the wizarding world, Harry had been living under tremendous expectations and pressure.

However, there is no doubt that Travis is excellent, which undoubtedly shocked his young heart. She understands that children of this age always like to be competitive.

She explained patiently: "Harry, there is no direct connection between Slytherin College and dark wizards. As long as he can still release the God Guard, it proves that he has good intentions."

"I will also call for divine protection!" Harry retorted dissatisfied, kicking the gravel on the side of the road with his feet, feeling dissatisfied with Madam Pomfrey's words.

Laihe's dragon skin's magic resistance attribute is fully maxed out, and the magic spell is almost useless when it is hit on it. Moreover, it has excellent mobility and can easily avoid Snape's murderous Shen Feng Wuying. Balls of fire and poisonous mist kept coming, and Dumbledore and other professors had to concentrate on guarding against the sneak attacks of the other two dragons.

Dumbledore held tightly the Elder Wand that was once closely connected to him, and his fingers gently slid across the surface of the elder tree, as if recalling bits and pieces of the past.

Once, as the master of this wand, Dumbledore could use it to exert extremely powerful magic. Whether it is the Unforgivable Curse or a creature with extremely high magic resistance, he can handle it with ease.

However, it is no longer as obedient to his will as it was before, nor is it the loyal partner it once fought alongside. In fact, it will distort and weaken the power of the spell, as if it wants to take the opportunity to kill the former owner.

A wand chooses its master, and the Elder Wand has always chosen its master.

Back then, the moment it was knocked away by Rogge's Expelliarmus, the Elder Wand had abandoned its aging self. Dumbledore could clearly sense that as Rogge became stronger and stronger, the Elder Wand's rejection of him became more and more serious.

Feeling that another spell had failed, a wry smile appeared on his old face.

The Elder Wand longs for a new master, someone younger and more powerful. Although Rogge never really cared about it or even glanced at it, the Elder Wand still longed to be mastered by a new owner.

Dumbledore reluctantly gave up using the Elder Wand and instead cast wandless spells to resist the fierce attack of the three-headed dragon Leh. He chanted the spell quickly, and rays of magical light shot high into the sky.

"Principal, do you need help?" Rogge's voice came from the air. He flaps the wings of Daedalus and holds a sword and a wand.

Dumbledore hesitated for half a second and nodded quickly. He warned: "Be careful with the head in the middle, use this one." As he said that, he threw the Elder Wand over.

Rogge was stunned for a moment and quickly caught the legendary Deathly Hallows. He looked at the principal in confusion, and Dumbledore said in a slightly tired voice: "You know what it is, don't you?"

Roger didn't know how to respond for a moment. He looked carefully at the Elder Wand in his hand. It was fifteen inches long and made of elder wood. It has countless legends in the magic world and is called the death stick, the stick of destiny... The wizard who masters it can conquer death.

But in Rogge's eyes, it is more like the bait left by the God of Death in the world. Countless wizards think they are in control of it, but they don't know that they are being filtered by the Elder Wand.

Leh in the sky stared at the flying little wizard with its three heads. The two heads on the left and right were confused and couldn't figure out how the wizard could have wings. However, the middle head was very smart and quickly understood that it was the wizard's magic prop.

A cunning light flashed in its eyes, and its two heads were pressed together. The flames and poisonous mist mixed together and turned into a purple-black tornado, spraying towards Rogge.

This was Lech's deadly weapon, and he didn't even use it when facing Dumbledore. Now, it wants to use its cunning and viciousness to kill the flying wizard who can threaten it.

"Armor protection." Rogge waved the Elder Wand gently, and its smooth wooden surface fit naturally into his palm.

The magic power was transmitted smoothly, as if all the forces in the universe had completely disappeared. It is a mysterious and psychedelic feeling, with an extremely smooth touch that makes the wizard who controls it feel omnipotent.

Rogge could even hear the rhythm of magic when each syllable flowed from his lips. It plays different sounds with the ups and downs of the mantra's tone. It swirled around Roger, giving him a wonderful feeling.

For a moment, Rogge felt that his body turned into wind, cloud, and light. He could see the structure of the Iron Armor Curse, and he could hear the condensation of magic power.

The Elder Wand shot out a powerful beam of light that quickly expanded in the air. The invisible shield became tangible with Rogge, showing a deep golden color and exuding a reassuring aura.

When the spiral's purple poisonous flames hit the shield, there was a calm but startling reaction. The magic shield is like a sponge, directly absorbing all attacks.

Immediately afterwards, Rogge felt a powerful force pouring into his body through the Elder Wand. The magic power on the panel quickly broke through the limit, and he seemed to be able to cast spells without limit.

His powerful mental power began to resonate with the Elder Wand, as if an invisible hand was gently massaging the mental power, giving people an addictive pleasure.

Rogge felt that his thinking had become extremely sharp and clear, and his consciousness and magic were integrating. He could feel the power of magic flowing through his body, like warm electricity, surging with endless energy. Now, he has control over everything and can create extraordinary miracles.

This handy feeling makes any wizard who masters the Elder Wand feel joy from the bottom of his soul. It can satisfy all your desires and ambitions. It is part of your body, the embodiment of your spirit and will, and cannot be separated!

At this moment, Rogge understood why any wizard who owned the Elder Wand could not stop wanting it. The moment you hold it, you hold the whole world.

Dumbledore nodded slightly, with worry in his eyes. The other professors looked at Rogge in surprise. The iron armor spell he cast was out of common knowledge among wizards.

It was as if this was the true effect of the Iron Armor Curse, and what other wizards cast was just a shortened version.

However, Rogge knew very well that this power did not originate 100% from himself. The Elder Wand in your hand uses incomparable effects to tempt yourself to indulge in it. Finally, slowly lose yourself.

He rejected this feeling very much, but was eager to experience this powerful power again. When a tool is too powerful, it can turn its owner into a mindless servant.

Elderberry seemed to be asking for credit, showing off to Rogge, as if to say: "With me, you don't need anything else."

"Headmaster, does this thing still have self-awareness?" He forced himself to throw it to Dumbledore, while Leh in the sky was trying his best to break through the magic shield.

"My Kirin wand is better, it's clean." Rogge took his wand back, feeling a huge sense of loss deep in his heart.

He once thought about collecting the invisibility cloak, the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone to complete the three-piece death set. But as soon as he got the Elder Wand, Rogge felt trapped in an invisible prison, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

The power of the Elder Wand is undoubted, but its cunning and viciousness are also obvious. It's like a self-aware parasite, using the wizard as a raft to find a stronger master.

According to "The Tales of Beedle the Bard", the Elder Wand was made by Death from elder trees. Rogge didn't feel that he could control the mark left by the God of Death in the world now.