A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

On the night after the game, Fleur secretly found Roger in the garden. Under the deep night, her eyes shone with gratitude and excitement, and her voice was soft but full of affection: "Mr. Rogge, how can I repay you?"

"If it weren't for your gillweed, I probably wouldn't be the first to return to the surface." There was a tremor in her words, as if ripples of emotion echoed in the night sky.

The moonlight danced among Fleur's silver hair, and her smooth body seemed to be covered with a layer of silver gauze. It has a psychedelic halo from top to bottom, with a frosted haziness that is full of attraction.

Her breathing gradually became rapid, and in the shadow of the moonlight, her hands were no longer restless, trying to undress Rogge.

Every move of Fleur was full of temptation, her eyes, her smile, and every breath of hers were teasing the fire deep in Rogge's heart.

Then, in a whisper-like voice, she said softly: "Tonight, I must thank you very much."

"Fu Rong, listen to me." Rogge held her wrist, his eyes firm and serious, indicating that we would have in-depth communication later, "What are you going to do in the next game?"

"I don't know." She blinked her naughty eyes, and her long eyelashes seemed to be flicking Rogge's cheek intentionally or unintentionally.

As she spoke, she skillfully pulled out her hand and gently held it down.

At the same time, Furong couldn't help her curiosity and asked: "Did you already know about the challenge mission in advance? You always surprise people, and you are worthy of being the man I love deeply..."

She said that she was about to turn on the power and start it. During the period before the game, without Rogge's company, I felt empty anytime and anywhere.

Roger didn't stop.

Even though Wen Yu was full of heart at this moment, his reason was still unbreakable. The joy and pleasure of the body cannot destroy the dam built by reason.

He cooperated with Furong's actions, but his tone was firm and unwavering: "I hope you choose to give up in the third challenge."

"ah!?"

Fleur's eyes were filled with shock, as if she couldn't believe what she just heard. She motioned for Roger to say it again.

"The last challenge is dangerous..."

"So, you are going to tell me this tonight?" Fleur's emotions were like ignited fireworks.

However, she was forcefully pulled back by Roger. His hands were like iron pliers, locking her tightly.

At this moment, Furong instantly lost her resistance.

"Let me go, you bastard!" Fleur shouted, trying to get rid of Rogge's entanglement. "I'm here to fall in love with you, not to listen to you asking me to give up the game."

Her palms weakly slapped Rogge, but could not stop his further actions. Finally, in her feeble resistance, she chose to enjoy the resistance. However, her eyes still sparkled with the desire for victory.

"You...have you ever thought about me?" There was a hint of coquettishness in Fleur's voice. Her body twisted in Rogge's arms like a flexible snake. "I am now the third person in the Triwizard Tournament." One person."

"So what?" Rogge's rhetorical question was like cold water, extinguishing Fleur's enthusiasm. "Steal a dragon egg, dive for a swim, and finally win 1,000 Galleons?"

Fleur's body suddenly straightened up, her eyes flashing with determination. She shouted unyieldingly: "This is an honor!"

Normally, Rogge might choose to be gentle. But tonight Fleur was particularly stubborn, and her persistence aroused the endless fury of the Spear of Punishment. Facing the extremely vicious enemy, Rogge must carry out thorough physical annihilation.

Fleur's voice was broken: "Roger, Beauxbatons has always wanted to win against Hogwarts. We can accept losing to others, but we cannot accept losing to British wizards."

"I, I don't want to... give up... the right... in the game..." She said intermittently, but her tone was full of stubbornness and unyielding.

When Rogge heard her firm refusal, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes.

...(one hour is omitted here)

"Why?" Fleur was completely exhausted and paralyzed. Her body seemed to have had its bones removed, and she lay limply in Rogge's arms.

Her heavy breathing sounded particularly clear in the quiet night, and there was a hint of exhaustion in her eyes, but the light of victory was still bright: "Why? You have to give me a reason."

"Isn't this reason enough?" Rogge entered the connected state again.

"This is enough." Fleur moved his hand to her lower abdomen, and then moved it up, "But it hasn't moved my heart yet."

He looked at Fleur, his eyes full of complex emotions. He knew that he had to give Fleur a reason, a reason for her to give up the game.

"Okay." Rogge stopped and held her gently in his arms, "Fleur, the reason why I hope you give up the game is because I don't want to see you get hurt in any way."

"The danger in the last game is beyond your imagination. I can't bear to see you injured." His voice was low and powerful, full of concern and determination: "This game has problems from beginning to end."

Fleur crawled onto his chest, her eyes sparkling with thought. At this moment, although the two were interacting, they were also exchanging wisdom. She knew that Roger was not doing it for Hogwarts, but out of love for herself.

Her heart was full of contradictions. On the one hand, she was eager to bring victory to Beauxbatons, but on the other hand, she didn't want to worry Rogge.

"Rogge, I understand your worries, and I also know the dangers of the Triwizard Tournament." She kissed excitedly, still stubbornly insisting: "But I am a student of Beauxbatons, and I must fight for my The school strives for honors.”

"My love, I will be careful not to let myself get hurt. But you have to understand that I can't let Beauxbatons lose to Hogwarts." Fleur's voice was firm and powerful, and she looked at Rogge with an unwavering look. Give in, "Principal Maxim, the other witches traveling with us, and many people in the French magic world are looking forward to victory..."

Fleur's persistence made Rogge feel helpless. He sighed softly: "No, you still don't understand. This game is a trap, and more than one person is playing tricks in it."

His eyes were full of melancholy, and his lips were full of pain: "If you, a beautiful and innocent lamb, falls in, you will only be affected by the embers of conspiracy, and eventually die without a body. Do you want me to spend the rest of my life thinking about you?" You? I can't forget your eyes, your face, your lips and teeth, your body..."

Every time Rogge said something, he kissed it passionately. His eyes were full of deep affection and reluctance for Fleur. There were tears in Fleur's eyes, and she tried desperately to comfort Rogge's worried heart.

In the endless lingering, Furong's thoughts suddenly became clear, and a flash of inspiration flashed through her mind.

Her mouth was as hurried as her body, and she asked uneasily: "Are you saying there is something wrong with the Goblet of Fire choosing the four of us?"

"Yes, this is the biggest problem." Rogge nodded heavily, his serious expression revealing a sense of relief: "I can't tell you what the last game will be yet. After all, you can know one month in advance. Even if It won’t help if I say it.”

"Fleur." Rogge called her name seriously, gently held her chin, and looked at her melancholy: "There is really a danger of death. I don't want you to leave me for the Goblet of Fire. You should know, How much I love you."

Roger could not guarantee that Fleur would be safe in the maze of Hogwarts. However, even if there was only one chance in a million, he would never let Fleur risk it.

If Furong finally insisted on going, he would have no choice but to resort to other means, even knocking her unconscious.

"I only knew you loved me before, but today I understand how deeply you love me." Furong's eyes were as charming as silk, and she kissed her affectionately.

Their bodies were intertwined again, passion burning. After a fierce battle, she lay quietly in Roger's arms.

Her eyes were full of satisfaction and happiness, but she still asked reluctantly: "Is it really so dangerous?"

Rogge held her hand and said, "It's countless times more dangerous than you think. Fleur, when did I lie to you?"

"Yeah." A sweet smile appeared on her lips. Despite her physical exhaustion, she still wanted to reward Roger for his love for her. She suddenly thought of something and whispered something into Rogge's ear.

"Where?" Rogge looked at her confused eyes in surprise. Finally, he followed Fleur's instructions and carefully explored the new territory behind.

On the eve of Voldemort's return, Rogge did not dare to be too presumptuous. Fleur also kept his instructions in mind and decided to fish in the water in the last challenge.

In the early morning auditorium, the wizards of Ravenclaw were talking in low voices. The topic they talked about was like a secret wind, spreading quietly among the students: "Have you heard? Cedric and Qiu Zhang broke up!"

"What?" This news was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

The students on the long table next to him pricked up their ears, their eyes full of surprise and curiosity.

"They were dancing at the Christmas ball." Someone recalled, as if they couldn't believe this sudden change.

"Who says it's not the case?" the insider continued, "But before Christmas, the relationship between the two was in crisis."

"As soon as the Black Lake Challenge ended, Cedric took the initiative to break up with Qiu Zhang." This detail shocked the surrounding audience even more.

"No wonder Qiu Zhang didn't come today." Someone lamented, showing sympathy for Qiu Zhang in his tone.

"Oh, she has been crying all night. She just fell asleep around five o'clock." Everyone fell into silence. They didn't expect Cedric, who looked sunny and cheerful, to be so cruel.

The Slytherin and Ravenclaw students looked to the other side in unison. Over there, the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables were displayed.

In this gossip storm, there is also a hidden male protagonist, Harry Potter who has no intention of breakfast. Behind him, Cedric faced the wall, finished his breakfast quickly, and then walked out with a sullen face, holding his textbook.

The sunny smile and gentle and confident image he once had have now disappeared without a trace. Now, he has a shadow of Snape, and his whole body exudes the aura of keeping strangers away.

After he left, almost everyone's eyes turned to Harry. The atmosphere in the auditorium reached extreme silence at this moment, as if even the air had solidified.

"Harry, don't pay attention to their looks." Ron couldn't help but advise, his voice was particularly clear in the quiet auditorium, "The breakup of Cho Chang and Cedric has nothing to do with you. If it weren't for you, they would all. Drowned underwater.”

Many people cast strange glances at the two of them, as if they were weighing whether their relationship was as described in the newspapers.

"The headmaster already said that it was Sirius who did it..." Ron tried to excuse Harry, but Harry lowered his head and said nothing.

At this time, there was a familiar sound of footsteps at the door. Harry looked up hurriedly and saw Qiu Zhang sitting in her seat with swollen eyes and melancholy. Her appearance made the atmosphere in the entire auditorium more complex and subtle.

"It seems we have really broken up." Someone murmured in a low voice, and the atmosphere in the auditorium instantly regained its vitality. The noise seemed to be filled with a guilty conscience and became more intense.

Roger finished breakfast as usual and walked towards the classroom with his textbooks. As he passed a corner, he saw Cedric standing in a dark corner and waved to him.

The two walked along a remote corridor for a while, and finally stopped in front of a low window on the third floor.

Rogge looked at Cedric and asked with concern: "You don't seem to be doing well."

"No, I've never felt so good!" Cedric sneered at the corner of his mouth, with an unusual sense of ease in his voice, "Don't care about grades or other people's opinions. Now, I do it for myself. And alive.”

"Rogg." Cedric looked at Rogge with sharp eyes and suddenly asked: "Do you hate Harry very much?"

"It's not that I hate it, at least I don't like it." Rogge shrugged and answered frankly: "But he is the savior, so what does my attitude mean? Whether I like it or not, the people in the magic world who are grateful to him can learn from Huo Gwartz goes to Azkaban."

"Hahaha..." Cedric seemed to be stimulated, and he let out a series of deep laughter: "Savior, savior, savior..."

He said it three times in a row, his voice getting darker each time. Finally, there was even a whine coming from the throat.

"I believed in the legend of the savior before. However, I don't believe it at all now!" Cedric clenched his fist and hit the rough wall hard. The skin on his fingers was immediately broken, dripping with bright red blood.

"Do you believe it?" He raised his head, his eyes hidden in his deep sockets.

Rogge did not answer him, but slowly took out his pocket watch and took a look. Then, he said calmly: "Cedric, I have to go to class. If there is nothing else, goodbye."

"Wait a minute!" Cedric shouted, with a sense of urgency in his voice, "I need your help, I want to learn dark magic."

Rogge's eyelids couldn't help but beat a few times when he heard his request. There was a playful smile on his face, and then he said in a faint tone: "Dark magic? Haha... Cedric, you have to be honest."