A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

After hearing Mercus' promise, Rogge finally let go of the big stone in his heart. All he can guarantee is to provide some security for the Triwizard Tournament.

At the very least, make sure the first two games go smoothly. The price is nothing more than a big fight between Harry and Cedric. And he himself can also gain a certain amount of happiness from this little prank.

Merkus recorded the nightingale in a smooth shell. Whenever you open it, the pearl inside plays the mermaid's heavenly voice. Watching Rogge leave, she immediately got into the black lake and re-checked to make sure everything was fine.

"Roger, we are the most handsome wizards in Hogwarts!" Malfoy, wearing a dark dress, posed outside the foyer with other Slytherin wizards.

Compared with suits, ball gowns are like extremely luxurious shirts. The girls passing by looked at them one after another, and couldn't help but secretly look at them, guessing what they were going to do.

However, some wizards snorted secretly, mocking them for their pretentiousness. The dance hasn't even started yet, and she's just wandering around in her dress.

Rogge's eyes swept over everyone and nodded with satisfaction: "Let's go."

"Ah? Don't you want to change into a dress?" Malfoy asked in confusion.

Rogge shook his head slightly and said matter-of-factly: "If I put on a dress, what will I have to do with you?"

"Fuck, what you said is so irritating!" Malfoy took a deep breath, with a funny expression of hopelessness.

Rogge led a group of wizards and wizards in gorgeous clothes, walking in the corridors of Hogwarts. He seemed to be followed by an army returning victoriously, with confident and solemn steps, everyone holding their heads high and having a strong aura.

"Are these guys going to walk on the catwalk at a fashion show?" a wizard whispered, with a hint of envy in his tone.

"Probably not." The wizard next to him expressed a different opinion. "Slytherin has always been arrogant and would not regard himself as a clown on the stage. In my opinion, they must be going to a duel."

"Duel? Wearing this kind of dress to duel, they are crazy!"

Everyone followed curiously, wanting to see what happened. Soon, they discovered that the destination of Rogge and his party was Ravenclaw. The bronze door knocker is still hanging quietly on the door, as if waiting for someone to challenge its wisdom.

"President... President?" Anthony, who was about to return to the academy, saw them and couldn't help but stop and asked curiously: "What's going on?"

Roger smiled and comforted him: "Don't worry, they are here to invite Christmas dance partners."

"Dance partner?" Anthony was stunned for a moment, then reacted: "Do you need to dress so formally?" He shook his head and got into the wooden door.

About half an hour passed, and none of the Ravenclaw witches came out, perhaps because they were frightened.

"Okay, it seems we have to adopt a strategy of breaking up into parts and acting separately." Rogge quickly adjusted his action plan. "Some people will go to the auditorium to wait for them, and the rest will separate. As long as they are witches from the target college, they will send out invite."

Before he finished speaking, Luna walked out as usual holding the book. Her eyes swept across the wizards at the door curiously, curious about the various brooches on their dresses.

"Are you going to the party?" She looked up at Rogge, with curiosity shining in her eyes.

Rogge glanced at the others and found that they were either looking up at the ceiling, or looking down at the gaps in the floor tiles intently. Everyone was silent, obviously unwilling to invite Luna, lest she ruin the first formal dance of her life.

"Everyone is here to invite dance partners." Rogge responded with a smile, "Luna, are you going home for Christmas?"

"It would be great if I could dance with you." Her pure eyes revealed yearning, and she answered extremely candidly.

According to school regulations, students below the fourth grade cannot attend the Christmas dance without an invitation from a senior classmate.

"I think..." Rogge was about to continue, but Malfoy behind him tugged on his sleeve eagerly.

He immediately pushed Malfoy's hand away, and then continued: "If you participate, no one will chase you away."

Luna nodded and said firmly: "I can dance alone." After that, she smiled like a silver bell, waved to everyone, and then skipped away.

"It's so miserable to go to the ball alone~" Malfoy looked at Luna's leaving figure and whispered: "She is indeed a crazy girl." There was both joking and helplessness in Luna's unique personality in his tone.

"Ahem... don't talk about people behind their backs." Rogge reminded him with his eyes, with a hint of seriousness in his tone: "You can call her by her nickname in person, it's not like Luna doesn't know. Besides, do you think she minds? "

"You shouldn't mind," Malfoy muttered.

Roger looked around and then announced: "Let's get started and execute our Christmas plans!"

"Action!" The wizards responded excitedly, and then spread out, actively intercepting the Gryffindor wizard's dance partner or prepared dance partner.

"Oh? You already have a dance partner? It doesn't matter, you can regret it. Don't you think a handsome and handsome dance partner like me is more suitable for you?" Someone said in a confident and charming bubble voice.

"Beautiful young lady, please stay..." Another sweet-talking snake wizard said softly.

When the professors and students were confused, Slytherin's wizards were like cunning little snakes. They flexibly shuttled between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor witches, frantically launching their invitation offensive.

Hermione left the library holding the book, and the Slytherin boys quickly looked away. Let Rogge greet this extremely smart and know-it-all lady.

At the door of the auditorium, she looked at Rogge and asked, "Your purpose is not pure, right? There are only so many witches in the school, and you have all been invited away. What will happen to the others?"

"It's better to strike first." Rogge responded with a smile, and from time to time, the whispers of boys tempting girls to regret came to his ears.

There was no trace of embarrassment on his face, and he added softly: "Of course, you can also fight with each other. Dancing, something you and I want to do, is not prohibited by the free Hogwarts."

Hermione's eyes turned to Malfoy, who had just successfully invited a seventh-year witch. She pointed at them with doubts in her eyes, "Isn't he already dating Pansy?"

"Look, he went to invite other people again?" Hermione turned to glare at Roger, obviously thinking that he was the one who proposed the plan.

"Don't look at me, I'm a gentleman." Rogge immediately raised his hands and made an innocent expression, "Slytherin's Christmas operation was first proposed by Goyle. Malfoy thought it was a good idea, so everyone The decision was unanimous to implement it.”

"Operation Christmas Operation?" Hermione thought thoughtfully, and soon understood their purpose: "You only invite witches from Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, are you going to leave the wizards in our college without dance partners? , so you can’t attend the party?”

"Wow, you discovered it." Rogge praised sincerely. "She is indeed the smartest witch in the school. However, they can dance with the wizard, you see..."

"Don't interrupt." Hermione's tone was filled with irrepressible lightness, "Thinking."

"No way, who made me a part of Slytherin." Rogge said, and began to slowly approach Hermione.

The hot breath from his lips caressed Hermione's face gently. He said in a deep voice: "So, the smart and beautiful Miss Hermione Granger."

"What are you doing?" Hermione panicked, holding the book in front of her like a shield. Her feet felt like lead, making it difficult to move.

"Of course I invite you to be my dance partner." Rogge invited sincerely.

"I...I" Hermione lowered her head, and her heartbeat seemed to stop for a beat at that moment.

Her cheeks were slightly red and she was about to agree softly. But suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, and she raised her head suddenly, with a hint of vigilance in her eyes.

She immediately interrogated: "Did you just invite me alone, or did you invite many people at the same time like Malfoy did?"

Rogge's answer was simple and direct: "I only invited you..."

Hearing this answer, a bright smile broke out on Hermione's face, and she secretly thought to herself: "Well, I guess you have some insight."

However, Rogge changed the topic and continued to add: "Daphne insisted that I leave the first dance to her. And Fleur from Beauxbatons wanted me to dance the warrior dance..."

Hermione's expression instantly changed from joy to anger, and she cursed loudly: "Travis, you are such a bastard!" After saying that, she turned around and ran away, tears rolling in her eyes, and the candlelight in the corridor reflected her tears. Flashing in the light.

Roger immediately chased after Hermione and rushed into the bathroom on the second floor with Hermione. Hermione saw him coming in and angrily threw the book in her hand at him. Rogge did not dodge and let the book hit him.

When Hermione saw this, she raised her fist to hit him, to show him some color. Roger grabbed her wrist and sealed her anger with a strong and firm kiss.

The water pipe next to them suddenly made a series of strange noises. Myrtle stuck her head out of the toilet and looked at them curiously.

"Wow, Hermione started hitting him with her fists... Hey, why didn't you continue hammering?" Myrtle muttered softly, with a hint of confusion in her voice.

The overbearing and strange emotional changes in the distance made the inexperienced Myrtle confused. But as a ghost, her curiosity was too strong.

After a long and passionate French kiss, Hermione's skin showed a hint of pink. She unclenched her fists and looked up at Rogge with tears in her eyes.

After taking a few breaths, she asked in a slightly trembling voice: "You have them, why did you invite me?"

"It's not because of the Christmas War mission, it's because I like you." Rogge whispered while looking at her with sincere eyes.

Hermione lowered her head shyly, clenched her fist and punched him in retaliation.

"Where's Daphne?" she asked, with a hint of unnoticeable nervousness in her tone.

"I..." Rogge's expression showed some embarrassment. Only children make choices, he wants them all.

However, in Hermione's opinion, Roger was afraid of hurting Daphne's heart. In her eyes, Roger had always been so gentle and considerate, and didn't know how to refuse.

Hermione raised her head suddenly, biting her lower lip and staring at Roger. She didn't wait for Rogge to explain, and took the initiative to bite his lips. She has always wanted to be strong, and she doesn't want to be a loser even emotionally. She secretly vowed to defeat the other witches.

Her competitive actions were fanatical and fierce, and Hermione seemed to regard Rogge as a rare and precious magic book. She secretly vowed to possess it completely.

The tough dragon-skin book cover was torn open randomly by her, and Rogge was a little surprised by her rough movements. He threw off the lining and hit Myrtle, who was watching the show, on the head.

Myrtle screamed and hurriedly retreated from the toilet. However, she sneaked out again and studied and observed seriously.

"Let me do it." Rogge pressed lightly, and the magic book she wanted to decipher instantly took up a high position.

Hermione's white fingers gently pressed on the pages, feeling the warmth and power contained within them. Caressing and caressing made her body tremble slightly.

A generous book with a strong, broad back. The dragonskin cover was padded under the book, making it easier for Hermione to flip through it with her fingers.

Myrtle covered her eyes, but secretly watched openly through her fingers. She had seen many wizards' bodies in the prefects' bathroom, but she swore to Merlin that Rogge's body was the most perfect of any wizard she had ever seen.

Rogge controlled the heat in his heart, letting the bookmark of the magic book stand upright and move only in Hermione's hand. He restrained himself to avoid attacking the nest with his long sword.

He gently stroked Hermione's face and tucked her sweat-dampened hair behind her ears.

"Um……"

When Roger accidentally touched her earlobe, the sensitive Hermione couldn't help but hum. She collapsed on the solid pages of the magic book, a victorious smile on her face.

"Am I your first reader?" She rested her head on Rogge's arm, and her left hand was still playing with the bookmarks underneath.

"Half." Rogge whispered the reason into her ear.

He secretly explained the reasons and told her in detail how to evolve into a whole. Although the tone is slightly joking, the voice is affectionate.

"Ah? Can't you just hold the bookmark?" Hermione's eyes showed a hint of confusion and curiosity, "You actually have to..." This was the first time she heard about it. There were no such books at home or at school, and she didn't know anything about it. Knowledge.

The magic and profundity of Rogge's magic book was a new area that she had never touched in depth. Faced with the answer Rogge told her, she didn't know what to do for a while. She lowered her head, a little dazed.

The bookmark in his hand seemed to be ignited with flames, and the temperature kept increasing. It feels like if it continues like this, it will definitely start to burn.

Hermione suddenly remembered the principles of thermal expansion and contraction in Muggle books. But at this time, facing the bookmark that was difficult to hold with one hand, she really couldn't think of a cooling spell.

The brain's sense of touch on her hands helps her understand the size of the bookmark. She secretly said in her heart: "If that's the case..."

She couldn't help but feel fear and confusion in her heart, and she was also very curious about how deep Roger would place the bookmark.

Faced with the knowledge gap in this field, Hermione's first thought was not to experience it personally and master the unfamiliar knowledge in practice. Instead, go to the library and look for similar magic books. She wanted to know how the author wrote it.

Hermione, who felt uncertain for a moment, had nervousness and anticipation intertwined on her face. Rogge smiled and respected her attitude towards the magic book.

However, this does not prevent him from playing tricks first. As a result, the earlobes were immersed in warmth. The hot breath caresses the ear canal and attacks the brain together with the neural responses.

The combined feeling was so strong and novel that Hermione was completely stimulated: "No, stop..."

She suppressed her impulse and struggled with not wanting to continue and wanting more: "Merlin..." She breathed out a fervent prayer.