A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Ah, an event?" Fudge didn't understand what he meant, but he still had a fake and enthusiastic smile on his face: "Isn't our Yule Ball an event?"

"What I mean is, a special event for the Daily Prophet to praise your noble character." Rogge reminded in a low voice, and at the same time secretly said in his heart: "If you are the real Fudge, you should be eager to ask questions at this time. newspaper method.”

For a wizard who longs to return to the peak of power, Rita's written praise is undoubtedly more tempting than any young and beautiful member of the opposite sex.

A flash of contempt flashed in Fudge's eyes, and he said in a disapproving tone: "Let that witch Rita praise me? When you are interviewed by her, you will realize how vicious that woman's quill is."

"Vicious?" Rogge tasted the word, feeling full of irony, and cursed: "Are you worthy of calling other people vicious?"

What made him even more ridiculous was that every word spoken by the other person was wrong. As long as the conditions are right, Rita can write a colorful article. Moreover, she has already interviewed herself.

Rogge did not point out these mistakes, but offered his own suggestions: "It's actually very simple. For example, you can go to St. Mungo's Magical Hospital on Christmas Eve and bring gifts and blessings to the patients there."

"You know, there are many incurable patients out there." He carefully observed Fudge's expression and reminded softly: "For example, Neville's parents: Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom."

The muscles on Fudge's face twitched slightly, and there was an imperceptible fluctuation in his eyes. He didn't expect that the two Order wizards were not dead yet.

"After they were rescued, they lost their memory and didn't even recognize their own sons. Poor old Mrs. Longbottom, every time she went to the hospital was a kind of torture."

Fudge breathed a sigh of relief and caressed the chubby face unconsciously. He was thinking that in his current role, visiting those incurable patients in the hospital on Christmas Eve would undoubtedly be a good opportunity to show compassion and responsibility.

But the thought of facing the Longbottoms made him feel uneasy, as if there were ants crawling under his skin.

Rogge continued: "Oh, there is also a very poor widower, you must know him. A man who almost lost everything.

His wife died of depression and his son was killed by dementors. And the little elf in their family died in a sea of ​​fire on a rainy night. Also burned at the same time was the old wizard's ancestral home. "

When Fudge heard this, he couldn't help but feel that this widower was really miserable. He couldn't help but ask: "Who are you talking about?"

"Old Barty Crouch," Rogge replied, with a sly look in his eyes, "he once competed with you for the ministerial position. Now he lies in a coma in a hospital bed at St. Mungo's. My dear Director Fudge, you haven’t forgotten him, have you?”

When he heard Old Barty's name, Fudge's face was like an unpredictable picture. Complex emotions such as crying and laughter, melancholy and joy are intertwined.

"Old Barty..." Fudge tried his best to keep his voice calm, but the turmoil in his heart could not be concealed.

Furong looked at them at this time and asked curiously: "What are you talking about?"

"It's nothing..." Fudge's answer was quickly and skillfully interrupted by Rogge before he could even finish it.

"Mr. Fudge plans to go to St. Mungo's Magic Hospital in person after the ball to visit those patients who cannot go home for Christmas." Rogge's voice contained a trace of unquestionable certainty, and his eyes flashed with approval. "He was such a good, loving man and wizard."

"Ah, Mr. Fudge, you are so caring." Fleur's eyes lit up, and her voice was full of admiration: "Rogge is right, you are such a good person."

Fudge froze in embarrassment, feeling like he was being raped. He wanted to argue loudly, to deny it all, to declare that he would never set foot in St. Mungo's Hospital.

But when the people around him looked at him with "you are a good person" eyes, Fudge was suddenly sweating, and his words of rejection were stuck in his throat and he could not spit out.

Fudge felt a sense of being plotted in his heart. He turned his head sharply and shot his eyes at Rogge like arrows. The other party seemed not to notice his uneasiness at all, and was chatting easily with Fleur about Beauxbatons' Christmas ice sculptures.

"Am I too sensitive?" Fudge asked himself secretly.

As the dinner ended, Dumbledore slowly stood up. With a flick of his wand, all the tables flew to the wall in order, making room for the following dance.

He raised another high stage, and there was a set of drums, guitars and other musical instruments on the right wall.

Rogge smacked his lips, looked at the grass troupe in front of him, and cursed: "What is this? Your formal dance is accompanied by drums and guitars?"

The next moment, his thoughts were interrupted by an excited scream.

"Wow, they are the weird sisters!!!" As soon as the two killer musicians appeared on the stage, they were recognized by the sharp-eyed rock fans in the school.

"Okay, it seems I'm superficial. This is not a traditional dance, this is a music venue for disco." Rogge looked at the hairy man on the stage...

He was speechless for a moment, not knowing what gender to use to address them.

The weird sisters picked up their instruments and played the first note, instantly transforming the originally elegant Christmas party into a lively pop music scene.

Madame Maxime duly suggested: "Ms. Cedina, can we have the pleasure of listening to your singing?"

"Of course." Celina nodded with a smile and walked towards the stage.

The rock duo on the stage looked at her with astonishment. They had never imagined that they would be able to work on the same stage with a famous singer in the wizarding world.

Rogge looked at the extinguished lights, put back the half-eaten shells, and joked: "I think you guys need a DJ."

The Weird Sisters play a slow, melancholy tune that goes well with Celestina's singing. The wizards in the audience began to sway their bodies one after another. They wore solemn attire and danced to the accompaniment of pop music.

"Roger, it's time for us to dance." Fleur smiled and took his hand and brought him to the center of the dance floor.

Rogge held her waist, held her hand and shook it gently with the rhythm: "I feel like a penguin in Antarctica."

"Penguin?" Fleur asked curiously, "What is that?"

"A black and white animal that walks like a drunk in a tuxedo," Rogge explained.

Fleur smiled and said nothing, understanding that Rogge was dissatisfied with the use of this kind of music at such a formal dance. The musicianship of The Weird Sisters and Celestina is indeed impeccable, but playing here always gives people the weird feeling of disco dancing in a cemetery.

"Perhaps Mr. Dumbledore wants everyone to relax. The Weird Sisters are very popular among young wizards in Europe." Fleur gently pressed against his shoulder and smiled: "You British wizards are more conservative than us French wizards. ?”

"At this point, everyone should be about the same." Rogge retorted, "Otherwise, we wouldn't have so many stories of falling in love and killing each other."

"Who is in love with you?" Fleur asked pretending to be angry.

"Of course it's you who is dancing with me."

"Glib tongue!" Fleur rolled her eyes at him and asked in a joking tone: "You lied to girls a lot at Hogwarts, right?"

"Look at Daphne and Hermione over there. They look at me as if they want to eat me alive." Fleur looked around exaggeratedly, then turned to Roger, "And the other witches in your school, I I feel like I offended a lot of people tonight.”

"Are you afraid?" Rogge teased.

"Afraid?" Fleur shook her head firmly, "As a warrior in the Triwizard Tournament, do you think I will be afraid of them?"

As the organ played its last trembling notes, the auditorium erupted in applause, paying homage to the Weird Sisters' performance and Celestina's singing voice.

After bowing gracefully, Fleur gently let go of Rogge's hand and said reluctantly: "Go, I want to return you to them."

Just then, the Weird Sisters were about to start playing a new tune. Roger waved his magic wand, and the entire auditorium was enveloped in shining stars. The instruments in their hands stopped, and there was a whisper from the crowd: "What's wrong?

"Sorry, you two." Rogge bowed to the weird sisters and apologized, "We Slytherins need to dance to our own music. This song is ours to decide."

Although this was said politely, the rejection was not polite. The weird sisters immediately felt the rejection in each other's politeness.

As fiery musicians who debuted in rock music, they instinctively wanted to rebut on the spot. But when he saw the Slytherins behind Rogge, he couldn't help but hold back the words in his throat.

"Thank you." Roger said with a smile, "After our music is over, please continue to play."

All eyes were on Rogge, wondering what kind of music he would bring to the dance. Rogge did not summon the symphony orchestra, but gently opened the shell in his palm.

The bright pearls bloomed with dazzling light, and the beautiful singing voice of the mermaid echoed melodiously in the auditorium.

Without the support of a band, Mermaid can perform the most beautiful and sincere emotions with her voice alone. Celestina looked at the shell, her eyes full of love and admiration.

Her singing voice is not only one of the best in the magical world, but also one of the best. But in front of the naturally gorgeous voice of the mermaid, it can't help but be overshadowed.

"This is the glory and music that a formal dance should have." Many wizards praised it repeatedly.

Rogge signaled to Daphne with his eyes that the formal pas de deux had just begun. The dance just now was just an appetizer. Furong pursed her lips unconsciously, feeling that she had been cheated.

Under the strict instruction of Helena, the ghost lady, Slytherin students danced gracefully and standardly. They can show unusual splendor with just simple footwork movements. They danced to the rhythm of "Nightingale", as if they were trying to win over the nightingale's lover.

The depression in Daphne's heart slowly melted away in Rogge's sincere and intense eyes. With a smile on her lips, she escaped lightly with dancing steps, but was closely pursued by Rogge.

The weird sisters on the stage listened to the mermaid's singing and watched Slytherin's elegant dance, feeling frustrated. This feeling is like being on the street late at night, a will-o'-the-wisp boy who thinks he's awesome, and sees a Lamborghini approaching.

It didn't speed up, it just drove by normally and quietly. It's not that Bugatti's four-turbocharger can't be driven, but that as cattle and horses, they only recognize the cattle and horse logo.

At this moment, the differences in the world are extremely obvious.

"That's boring," retorted the Weasley twins, who didn't like the way these guys were pretending to be elegant.

In their minds, the dance party should be danced to the accompaniment of the Weird Sisters' guitar and drums.

However, their dislike cannot affect other people's likes. Wizards from other colleges came out one after another and danced with their companions to the mermaid's beautiful singing.

"Daphne, look over there." Roger gestured with his chin.

"Ah, what's wrong?" She turned around and saw two men in black dancing in the corner of the dance floor, "That figure from behind looks so familiar."

"Mrs. Pince...Dean Snape..."

"Shh." Rogge reminded her to keep quiet. "No wonder Snape has changed so much today. I don't know when the Potions class will be moved out of the dungeon."

"Why do you say that?"

"That means he got rid of his inner demons." Rogge noticed Snape turning his head and quickly withdrew his eyes. He pretended to be nonchalant and gently hugged Daphne's body.

Daphne didn't care what Snape's inner demons were, and asked bluntly: "Who has a better figure, me or Fleur?"

The smile on Rogge's face froze instantly. What kind of fatal question was this? "Ah? I didn't pay attention. How about I dance with Fleur later?" He said while measuring Daphne's tender waist.

"How dare you!" Daphne deliberately stepped on him while walking wrongly: "Tonight, you will never dance with her again."

Her tone was very determined, as if she had an airtight plan.

After the mermaid's song ended, the Weird Sisters reappeared, and the auditorium instantly became dark. The anger in their hearts is vented through the instruments, and the gentle pop music is running towards rock.

Hermione put her hand gently on Roger's shoulder, with a hint of naughtiness in her smile: "I made an agreement with Daphne that you won't be allowed to rest tonight."

"Ah? What do you mean?" Rogge asked in confusion.

"Many girls in the school are eager to dance with you. The director of the Charm Club found me and invited me to join." Hermione's eyes flashed with mischief, "The condition is that I dance with you and dance with everyone in the club. Personally. Are you happy?"

"No, I feel this is revenge, revenge that will tire me to death." Rogge shook his head with a wry smile.

"Really? Shouldn't you be happy? Goyle can find three dance partners, shouldn't you have more?" Hermione looked directly into his eyes and suddenly asked: "Then how about my figure compared to them? how do you feel?"

"Didn't you learn about it in the bathroom? Maybe during the winter vacation, I can take you to the manor to enjoy it?" Rogge gave her a hard thumb.

Hermione's body trembled, and she lowered her head and muttered: "But we agreed on summer vacation."

As the song ended, Hermione quickly let go of Roger's hand. Her cheeks were slightly red, and she blended into the crowd in panic.

Rogge looked at her figure, feeling a little satisfied and a little disappointed in his heart. Before he could recover, a group of girls stared at him with longing eyes.

The leader is the director of the Charm Club, whose appearance and figure are impeccable. But can your eyes be clearer?

"Roger, are you free tonight?" She asked in a sweet voice, gently scratching his palm with her fingers, "There is a secret stronghold outside the castle, are you interested in taking a look?" She said, secretly pulling down the Shoulder straps.

"I'm a little panicked." Rogge held the other person's waist numbly, "Well, it's very moist."