A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Neville faces his own phantom and falls into a nightmare situation. The battle guide was poured into Rogge's dueling thoughts and shaped into a powerful auxiliary tool by him. It can use the opener as a template to help users create a more powerful self.

The magic spells recorded by Rogge were released through the light and shadow wizard. The curses were like a downpour, striking Neville who was stunned in place.

The chokehold deprived him of his ability to recite spells, and Expelliarmus eliminated his means of resistance. Finally, he was hung from the ceiling with a spinning sky and an upside-down golden clock.

Neville's eyes were sparkling with confusion. The severe dizziness made him unable to stop vomiting. In a daze, he saw the clone on the ground turning the wand into a dagger and approaching the vital point ruthlessly.

The sharp blade stared at his chest. Every time the clone rose a little, Neville's heart twitched and fear flowed through his body.

"Help! Someone come and save me!" Neville wailed in panic in his heart, struggling wildly and swinging like a pendulum. Although he did not forget the communication function of the Jackdaw Badge, he was unable to speak because of the gag.

The silver-white dagger was getting closer and closer to him, and Neville flapped his arms randomly, trying to block the approach of the light and shadow. However, all this is in vain. His eyes widened with fear as he watched the gleaming murderous weapon gradually sink into his chest.

"I'm going to die..." Despair enveloped his body, and he gave up struggling completely.

At this time, Neville was like a salted fish waiting to be dried, hanging helplessly upside down. Heavy breathing overflowed from between his mouth and nose, and crystal tears fell from his eyes.

"Hey...why doesn't it hurt?" After a while, Neville finally recovered.

The light and shadow wizard turned into countless fragments and flew back to the battle guide. The pages of the book turned without wind, and finally the cover was gently closed. The wand and sword symbols shone brightly, as if sending a silent mockery to Neville.

"I...I was despised by a magic book?" There was a hopeless expression on his face, and he turned to look around the empty magic club.

Suddenly, there was a noise at the door, which rekindled his hope.

"Hey, is there no one in the magic club today?" Theodore held a pile of potion ingredients and planned to make a new flavored drink.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Neville whimpered crazily, trying to attract Theodore's attention. However, this guy has been attracted by the battle guide.

"Don't touch it!" Neville issued a desperate reminder in his heart and watched helplessly as he opened the magic book.

In the blink of an eye, another upside-down salted fish appeared on the ceiling of the magic club. Theodore looked at the dagger pierced into his chest, and said goodbye to Neville with painful and desperate eyes.

Neville glared at him and shook his head vigorously. But in Theodore's eyes, his actions were misunderstood as a farewell between close friends. It wasn't until the light and shadow dissipated that he realized that the transformed dagger could not hurt anyone.

"I think I'm not the last one." Theodore explained his inner thoughts to Neville with his eyes. He turned his head awkwardly and looked at the door, as if waiting for the next victim.

He secretly thought: "If I don't make myself look stupid, I will let everyone make the same mistake."

"Anthony, our magic bicycles are really selling well!" Terry said happily, "I didn't expect those little ones to like flying around on them so much."

"That is the crystallization of our wisdom, with the aura of Ravenclaw. It is certainly no worse than Malfoy and Susan's invention." Anthony said as he walked into the magic club, and suddenly felt a chill coming over his face.

"I feel something's wrong." Terry said warily. Anthony nodded and secretly pulled out his wand.

Neville wanted to call for help, to remind them to put themselves down. However, Theodore warned him with his eyes not to say anything.

The two were quickly attracted by the battle guide. The black magic book engraved with the symbols of wand and sword was something they had never seen before. It's like a banshee, capable of singing songs that enchant people's hearts.

As students of Ravenclaw, the two could not suppress their curiosity about books. Finally, Anthony couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

"It's done!" A sly smile spread across Theodore's face, and a strange whine came out of his throat, as if to say: "Welcome, welcome, warm welcome."

Terry looked up and immediately spotted the two people hanging upside down from the ceiling. He asked in surprise: "Why are you up there?"

Neville quickly whimpered and explained, while Theodore closed his eyes and pretended not to hear.

A flash of light came out of the battle guide. Anthony and Theodore realized the danger and quickly distanced themselves from it.

At the same time, many second- and third-year club members also came in one after another. When they saw the strange light and shadow creature in front of them, they subconsciously raised their wands.

"Petrify them all, silence them, Expelliarmus..." However, the illusory figure was faster. A set of spell combinations works smoothly and works well every time.

None of them were spared, and they were all knocked down. The ceiling of Jackdaw Magic Club instantly became a salted fish drying ground.

"The Magic Club won't be wiped out by a book, right?" Many people had tears in their eyes and looked at the ill-intentioned seniors with hateful eyes.

Just when despair enveloped everyone, Terry saw a glimmer of hope: "Luna is here!" He sobbed desperately and motioned for everyone to make a sound together.

Luna looked up curiously, with a bright smile on her face: "Are you playing games?"

She walked lightly to her desk and took away the headband made of bottle corks.

"Leave? How can you leave!" Looking at the door closed by Luna, the hope in their hearts was instantly swallowed up by darkness.

Just when everyone thought everything was coming to an end, Luna secretly opened the door a crack, poked her head in and looked at them, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone else."

"woo woo woo woo……"

Everyone whimpered in horror, wondering if this crazy girl's head had been eaten by the molester. Couldn't she see that they had fallen into a trap?

In despair, there is still a glimmer of hope. A slow wizard took out his wand from his pocket. Before he could fight back, he was knocked down by the light and shadow in the book.

At this moment, other people looked at him with hopeful eyes, as if they saw the savior coming.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu (I can’t pronounce it)" He shook his head and waved his wand, but there was no response from the wand.

"Alas..." The Magic Club fell into a long silence. Suddenly, a burst of cooing sound broke the silence. Someone's stomach growled first, and then the thunder of hunger echoed throughout the room.

"Vice President Hermione will definitely come to save us!" Many people still have hope burning in their hearts, because Miss Granger has always been the last person to leave the Magic Club.

Neville's eyes revealed a trace of frustration. Hermione was angry when she left. Based on his understanding of Hermione, he would definitely go back to the dormitory with a large volume of books to endorse today.

As for our dear president Rogge, he is chatting with Miss Furong by the Black Lake. At this time, he had no idea that the battle guide he left on the table had already killed most of the club members.

Fleur sat elegantly under the willow tree, her slender fingers twirling her silver hair around her ears. She looked at Rogge with a hint of reproach in her tone: "Rogge, why haven't you come to me?"

"I would like to visit your carriage, but your principal looks a little scary." He imitated Madame Maxime's speaking tone, and his chest resonated.

"Hahaha..." Fleur was amused by his exaggerated tone, and her tone became more intimate: "Actually, I originally wanted to invite you to come and have a look in the carriage, but unfortunately those witches are too annoying."

She sighed and explained with a sense of grievance: "There are a few girls who have strong objections to me becoming a warrior in the Triwizard Tournament, and they are irritating and angry with me every day. They are so annoying!"

"You never thought of teaching them a lesson? Use curses or something like acne on the face, horns on the head, front teeth like big sticks..." Rogge blinked and gave her some reasonable curse suggestions.

"I'm not as bad as you." Furong shook her head firmly, "Let's not talk about this anymore, just look at this golden egg."

When Roger took the golden egg, he accidentally touched the back of her hand. Not only was Furong not shy at all, but she deliberately scratched him gently. He was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect to be molested by the witch.

Fleur looked calm and pointed at the golden egg and introduced: "Director Fudge said that the second competition will be held in February next year. The clues are hidden inside."

She paused, her long eyelashes fluttering slightly: "The principal and I tried many ways, but we couldn't crack it."

She pointed to the petal-shaped button on it, with a cunning light in her eyes, as if to encourage Rogge: "Hurry up and open it!"

Rogge was a little hesitant. He knew in his heart that the mermaid's song was hidden inside. If their voices were directly exposed to the air, the harsh sound that would echo through the sky would be like fingernails scratching desperately on a blackboard, which would be unbearable.

He put his hand on it, making a gesture to open it. Fleur had quickly plugged her ears, expecting to see Rogge embarrassed.

"The ears won't be broken, right?" Rogge said jokingly, and then gently put the golden egg into the water.

As the eggshell opens like petals, a psychedelic golden shimmer shines in the translucent crystal shell under the water. The scream that Furong expected did not come out, but instead there was a gurgling sound.

"What...what's going on?" She stared at the shining golden egg with her eyes wide open, and looked at Rogge with suspicion on her face, "How do you know?"

"I have heard the voice of the fish-man." Rogge looked towards the center of the black lake. The fish-man, who was startled by the singing in the golden egg, had curiously reached out of the water and looked this way.

A faint smile appeared on the fishman's fierce face, and then he jumped into the depths of the black lake.

"But, I don't understand what they are saying at all?" Fleur sighed, with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

"I'll teach you." A wicked smile appeared on Rogge's lips, and his left hand suddenly reached behind her head and pressed her head down.

"Woo..." Furong was still struggling fiercely at first, but she soon gave in. She even took the initiative to submerge her head deeply into the water, listening intently to the high-pitched and moving fish-men chorus.

It was a female voice that seemed to come from nature, delicate and sweet, touching the softest part of my heart. This noble and pure voice alone, even without any instrumental accompaniment, is enough to crush all music.

If it weren't for the cold climate of the Scottish Highlands, the beautiful appearance of the fish people would have plummeted to the bottom. Otherwise, many wizards at Hogwarts would stay on the shore, and would even be willing to drown in the broad mind of the Black Lagoon Fishman.

"I heard it!" Fleur shouted excitedly, sticking her head out of the water. Her long, wet silver hair lay messily on her forehead, looking very charming.

Seeing this, Rogge had a faint smile on his lips. He raised his wand and pointed the tip at her head. Fu Rong's face froze, not understanding what he was going to do.

"Warm breeze." A warm breeze spurted out immediately, quickly drying her long wet hair.

Fleur's eyes were full of surprise and sweetness, and she looked at Rogge with a bit of puzzled curiosity: "How did you learn such a spell? I thought..."

"Do you think I study black magic and fight with people all day long?" Rogge asked in a rhetorical tone, and Fleur lowered her head and hummed.

"I don't like fighting the most." Rogge cleared his throat and declared sternly, "If you can do it, don't make a fuss... No, it's important to use nuclear power and convince people with reason."

Furong rolled her eyes at him, her face filled with disbelief, as if to say: "Don't try to lie to me!"

"Their voices are so beautiful." She stared at the black lake with her deep eyes, and couldn't help humming the beautiful melody: "Look for us, where our voices ring..."

Rogge put his arms behind his head and leaned against the tree trunk to listen quietly to Fleur's melodious singing voice.

"What do you think? Does it sound good?" Furong finished singing and looked at him expectantly.

"It's quite hypnotic, like the best lullaby in the world. I almost fell asleep listening to it." Rogge yawned and said with sincere appreciation.

"Fuck you!" she pouted as she stood up and reached for her golden eggs.

"Hey, you gave this to me, how can I take it back?" Rogge smiled evilly and held the golden egg in front of him, teasing: "Miss Delacour, as a lady, you must pay attention to your manners and etiquette."

"Who said I was going to give you the golden egg!" She tugged on Rogge's sleeve, but she couldn't pull it away.

"No?" Rogge pretended to be confused and looked at her with innocent eyes: "But since I helped you solve the puzzle, I should get some reward for my hard work."

"Are you a gentleman? Besides, I'm your sister!" Faced with such a scoundrel, Fleur pinched her slender waist and threatened, "Do you believe it or not, I will file a complaint with Aunt Jessica!"

"What kind of sister? My dear, great mother, will definitely favor me." Rogge slowly put the golden egg into his pocket, and then took out a small piece of gillweed.

"What is this?" Fleur picked it up and looked at it curiously, "I seem to have seen it in the textbook."

"Not for you."

"Huh?!" After hearing this, Fleur's eyes flashed with danger.

"Prepared for Gabrielle..."

Fleur didn't hear what he said, she bent down angrily and warned: "Don't try to trick Gabrielle, she's so young..."

"Hey, what are you keeping in your head all day long? Can you be serious?" Rogge showed a helpless look and tapped her low-hanging neckline with his index finger.

Fleur hurriedly covered it, her face flushed, and she cursed in a shy and annoyed tone: "Asshole."

"A knowledgeable bastard." Rogge laughed self-deprecatingly, stood up, took her hand, and stuffed the gillweed into her palm, "They want to steal your most beloved treasure. As for me, I can only steal them. share.”

"Bah!" Furong heard the tone of his words, opened her lips lightly and spat.

Rogge waved his hand in the air and praised softly: "Miss Furong, I believe you can swim extremely fast in the water."

"Ah?" Furong was puzzled at first, then understood, looking down at her chest. Her cheeks turned a lovely blush, and she retorted unwillingly: "You're the one who swims fast!"

"Hey, by the way, didn't I originally plan to let Roger invite me to be his dance partner?" Fleur kicked the gravel on the shore angrily, regretting that she had forgotten the most important thing.

According to tradition, the Yule Ball of the Triwizard Tournament requires warriors and their partners to start with a pas de deux. She couldn't go up alone, like a lonely ugly duckling, awkwardly dancing alone.

Although there were many wizards and wizards in Hogwarts who bravely extended invitations to her, when Fleur compared them with Rogge, she always felt like limp cabbages and crooked pumpkins talking to her.

"Appearance is equal to fighting ability. Moreover, Rogge's fighting ability is even higher than his appearance." She recalled Rogge's heroic appearance holding the three-headed dragon, relaxed, indifferent, and unforgettable.

While Professor McGonagall was busy teaching the little lions how to dance, Snape didn't mention it at all and acted as if he didn't know about it at all. The Christmas ball seemed to be an event held only in the last century or the next century, and it had nothing to do with him.

He still stayed in his dungeon all day studying potions, and had no intention of teaching the students how to dance. It wasn't until Christmas was approaching and the whole castle started to be decorated that he reluctantly and reluctantly started dancing classes in the dungeon.

Looking at the students who wanted to laugh but didn't dare, he wanted to kiss their butts with his leather shoes right away.

"Merlin's underpants, why does the Triwizard Tournament hold such a useless thing as dancing!" Snape had a face as serious as an iceberg, and killed the smiling expressions of the students with his sharp eyes.