A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Cedric stared at Rogge closely, his eyes revealing a firm determination. His voice was low and powerful, as if bursting from the depths of his soul: "I have never been so honest. Rogge, I want strength, a powerful force that can make me no longer endure the power of oppression."

Rogge looked at Cedric and finally spoke slowly: "Cedric, as an excellent wizard of Hogwarts, you shouldn't be that stupid. Or do you think of me as a fool like a troll?"

"Heh." He chuckled, with a hint of teasing in his tone: "Indeed, Professor Lupine only teaches us Defense Against Dark Arts. However, it will not be difficult for you to go to the library to look up the corresponding black magic based on Defense. Bar?"

"Don't try to use excuses like the professor doesn't issue a borrowing slip for banned books. Tell me, Cedric, what exactly is the black magic you want to learn?" Rogge frowned slightly, his eyes like Two strands of ice pierced his heart

Cedric's eyes flickered. He took a deep breath and his voice trembled: "No... the Unforgivable Curse."

"How specific?" A sneer appeared at the corner of Rogge's lips, and his eyes were like sharp knives. "It's not a good habit to say half and leave half. Mr. Cedric, you and I both know that there are three types of Unforgivable Curses.

That is the most dangerous black magic classified by the Ministry of Magic. Once used on a wizard, they will be taken to Azkaban. Moreover, they are also different. "

"Which one do you plan to learn?" Rogge asked softly.

Cedric clenched his fists and summoned up the courage to shout, "I want to learn it!"

Roger held up a finger to signal for silence.

He did not refuse directly, but instead gave guidance: "Learning the Unforgivable Curses is not difficult. What is difficult is the extreme hatred required to release them."

"And, Cedric, do you really know the cost of learning to use them? It is a path full of danger and darkness. Once you embark on it, there is no turning back."

Cedric's expression did not waver at all, and his voice was firm and decisive: "I am willing to pay any price. As long as it can make me stronger."

Roger was silent for a moment as he considered Cedric's request. In the end, he shook his head firmly and refused with a slightly cold voice: "I'm sorry, if you, as a graduating student, don't know it, how could I master it in the fourth grade? Let alone teach you. "

"Tricking me!" Cedric reached out angrily and tried to grab Rogge's collar, but Rogge quickly took action and knocked him down with a punch.

Rogge arranged his sleeves elegantly, looking directly at Cedric with ice-like eyes: "Yes, remember this feeling of resentment. If you want to master the Unforgivable Curse, you must be able to arouse this emotion anytime and anywhere. .And, once you start, there’s no turning back.”

"I'm sorry, Cedric. I will not use the Unforgivable Curse at Hogwarts. However, Neville will undergo a special treatment next month. If you are interested, you can go invisible to watch." He invited softly .

Cedric's eyes moved slightly and he thought of something quickly. He looked at Rogge's back as he turned away, and quickly asked, "Where is it? I want to see it."

Rogge did not look back, but just left a faint word: "Hogsmeade Village."

"Hogsmeade..." Cedric repeated in a low voice, the flames of resentment burning in the depths of his eyes.

No one knew whether this anger was directed at Harry Potter or Rogge.

Today's potions class was not over yet, Durmstrang's Karkaroff suddenly rushed into the dungeon. He looked in a hurry, as if he had something extremely important to discuss with Snape.

"We need to talk." Karkaroff said eagerly as soon as he reached Snape.

His lips barely moved, and the students below looked at them curiously, but could not hear his voice. All of this seems extremely mysterious, making people wonder what kind of secrets are hidden between them.

In most people's minds, Snape and Karkaroff should have no intersection. But now it seems like they have known each other for many years.

Harry Potter seemed to be particularly concerned about this, and the knife he used to cut the ginger root was hovering on the table. He tried to listen carefully, hoping to find out some secrets.

On the other side, Roger put the cut materials into the crucible step by step. As the wand was waved, the color of the liquid inside changed magically. Soon, bubbles appeared that marked success.

"I'll talk to you after class, Karkaroff." Snape whispered, but he interrupted, "We have to talk now, while you can't run away. Severus, you've been hiding. Hold me."

"Let's talk after class." Snape said sternly, indicating where he was.

Karkaroff sighed helplessly, and he did not leave. He was stuck to the podium like chewing gum that had been chewed and then spit out.

As the bell rang, Rogge and others began to clean the potion table and cauldron and prepare to leave. At this moment, Harry suddenly knocked over the armadillo bile and squatted down to deliberately waste time cleaning it up.

It seemed that he wanted to stay at the end and secretly listen to what Snape and Karkaroff would talk about.

"Let's go." Rogge patted Neville on the shoulder, now preparing a treatment plan for him.

In the activity room of the Jackdaw Magic Club, everyone sat together and looked at Neville. Especially students in fourth grade and above have an inquiring look in their eyes.

However, no one spoke rashly to ask Neville about the questions buried in their hearts.

Rogge pulled out a blank piece of parchment, picked up a quill and asked gently: "Neville, how far have you and Delvina progressed?"

Neville's cheeks were instantly flushed with a faint blush. He stared at his toes and replied hesitantly: "Just...just started kissing."

"Huhu~" Draco screamed from the side and whistled, his voice full of teasing.

"Ahem, don't cause trouble." Rogge warned, with a majesty in his voice that could not be disobeyed. "Otherwise, I'll ask you to get out."

Everyone immediately stopped smiling and sat upright.

Rogge's eyes returned to Neville again, with a hint of seriousness in his eyes: "Is the feeling of happiness strong? Only happy memories can allow you to master the Soul Guard. Otherwise, I cannot easily use stimulation therapy to open your closed mind. memory.

I reminded you, it's painful, it comes from pain in the soul. "

Neville nodded slightly, a shy smile quietly blooming on his face. Rogge signaled everyone to keep quiet, waved his wand, and solemnly read: "Calling the Gods for Protection."

An almost substantial silver-white raven flew out from the tip of the staff, circled in the air several times, and finally landed lightly on Rogge's shoulder.

"Try it, Neville." Rogge encouraged, looking around at the others, "Let's all remember the best and happiest things about ourselves, seize the happy emotions, and shout the spell loudly."

"Calling the gods for protection!" Others, including Neville, shouted the spell in unison. Suddenly, countless silver-white light groups shone in the room. Rogge glanced quickly and nodded secretly at everyone's performance.

Happiness was a contagious emotion, even if Neville's memories of joy were short and rare. However, under the influence of the people around him, the emotions in his heart became stronger.

A thick stream of silvery smoke slowly erupted from the tip of his wand. It slowly swirled in the air, gradually converging into a vaguely outlined shape.

"Like a timid rabbit..." Draco commented jokingly to Neville's Patronus, while pointing at his shapeless haze and said, "My Patronus must be a ferocious snake! Come on! When the time comes, I’ll eat yours in one bite.”

"No, the rabbit's legs are not that long. I think it is more like..." Hermione thought and observed, but at this moment, Neville's Patronus suddenly disappeared.

Neville lowered his head in shame and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I still can't do it."

Rogge shook his head slightly and patted Neville's shoulder comfortingly: "No need to apologize. At least this time it already has the prototype of a pair of ears."

Draco took the opportunity to interject with a naughty smile: "Perhaps, you can go find Delvina again this weekend and be more intimate?"

He and the boys around him looked at each other and smiled, deliberately encouraging Neville to take a more proactive attitude. In fact, they didn't dare to touch their girlfriends, so they had to encourage Neville to be the vanguard.

"I, I will try again." Neville whispered, with unquestionable determination in his voice.

He needs to unlock his lost memories and unlock his own amnesia. Then, based on what you personally feel, you can treat your parents' illnesses.

Rogge knew that it was not advisable to put too much pressure on Neville, lest he become resistant to the God-calling Guard. However, he fully believed in Veela's methods. As long as she was given one night, she would definitely make Neville experience indescribable and unparalleled happiness.

In fact, he was more worried about Neville's ability to withstand Delvina's enthusiasm. He prayed that Delvina wouldn't exhaust Neville.

Throughout March, Rogge tutored Neville and others in the art of conjuring guardians. For those who have experienced unforgettable moments of happiness, they are able to quickly summon their patronus.

For example, Hermione's otter, Luna's rabbit... and even Draco, under Roger's patient guidance, successfully summoned an ugly yet cute bulldog.

Draco didn't understand why his patronus was a dog. Shouldn't it be a snake?

"I swear to Merlin!" he declared loudly to his patron saint, "I will never use this curse again in my life!"

Draco angrily dismissed his Patronus and fled in panic. As expected, a burst of laughter erupted behind him.

"Daphne, what is your patronus?" Hermione suddenly asked curiously, "I don't think I've ever seen you summon one."

"Yes, yes, show us quickly." A few girls gathered around, chirping.

Daphne blushed in embarrassment and muttered: "No, you will laugh at me."

"Don't be so stingy, I guarantee your patronus will not be more ridiculous than Draco's bulldog." A girl comforted her, and the others nodded.

"That's right." Everyone swore not to laugh at her.

Daphne looked up at Rogge, and when she saw him nodding slightly, she mustered up the courage to pull out her wand and said, "Calling the God of Guard."

A ball of condensed silver light shot out from the tip of the wand and quickly condensed into a goldfish. The goldfish landed on the table and flopped about like Magikarp.

Well, very lively and lively.

Others opened their mouths in surprise, then covered their mouths in an effort to stifle their laughter. Daphne pouted and said glumly: "I knew this would happen."

As early as last summer, Rogge began to teach her how to use the God-calling Guard. Under Rogge's step-by-step guidance, she successfully summoned her patron saint.

However, when Daphne saw a fish jumping out of the tip of the staff, she wanted to die. Rogge also kept comforting her that the patron saint is not fixed, it will change with the emotional changes of the spell caster.

However, Daphne only has one happiest memory in her heart. She always remembered her experience playing with Roger in the Black Lake after she turned into a mermaid.

She doesn't think her patron saint will change, unless she believes Rogge's lies: her carp is the carp king and can evolve in the future.

"Ahem..." Roger cleared his throat and helped Daphne attract everyone's attention. "Neville should be fine this time, right? I heard that you didn't go back to school last weekend and stayed in the pub with Delvina. .”

"Wow..." There was a burst of cheers in the room. Several boys sneaked over and quietly asked him how he felt about Veela...

"Neville, try again!" Rogge encouraged, "I believe you will succeed this time!"

Others nodded and cheered Neville on. Neville nodded solemnly and slowly closed his eyes.

As he raised his wand, he recalled in his mind the infinite happiness Delvina had brought to his body and spirit. Roger was right, Delvina did have healing powers.

"Calling God for Guards!" He suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the tip of the staff. When he chanted the spell, he seemed to see a light.

This time, what jumped out from the tip of the stick was no longer chaotic silver smoke, but a vivid kangaroo. It raised its ears and looked around cautiously.

"It worked! Neville, you did it!"

There was a burst of warm cheers in the room, and Andre and the others rushed over to give Neville a warm hug. However, Neville's patronus seems to be particularly sensitive. It stands firmly in front of him and prevents others from getting close.

"Does this guy still want to beat me up?" Someone said jokingly and tried to get closer.

As soon as he finished speaking, Neville's kangaroo jumped up suddenly and kicked him hard with its legs. Fortunately, the patron saint is harmless to the entity, otherwise it would definitely kick him in the foot to eliminate his descendants.

"Rogg, I succeeded!" Neville shouted belatedly, "Thank you so much." He said, and excitedly rushed over to hug Rogg.

"Can I use stimulation therapy? Can I save my parents?" He asked eagerly, his eyes full of hope.

Rogge nodded firmly, "Next weekend, we will go to Hogsmeade Village for treatment. Remember to bring Delvina with us."

Neville cried with joy and tried to hold his Patronus. Unfortunately, it missed the target and fell to the ground, which made the atmosphere in the Jackdaw Magic Club even more cheerful.

Rogge laughed and played with everyone, while secretly thinking: It's time to inform Cedric.

There are three types of Unforgivable Curses, and he only intends to use Crucio to stimulate Neville's subconscious, allowing him to face the painful past and defeat it completely.

With Cedric's talent, he can quickly grasp the key even if he is just observing from the side. As for the other two spells, Rogge would never use them without reason.

He was not worried that Cedric would deal with him, but that if he was caught, he would be implicated.

At this time, Cedric was engrossed in the study of dark magic, which he had never been exposed to before. The more he learns, the more he regrets why he didn't start learning black magic earlier.

Moreover, without the ties of girls, Cedric became more focused on his work. At this time, he felt that there was only one sentence that could describe it: Women will only affect the speed of pulling out the wand.

Suddenly, a paper crane landed lightly on his book. This method of communication, commonly used by the Ministry of Magic, is not common at Hogwarts. He looked around quickly but couldn't find any clues.

After opening the paper crane, it was written in smooth cursive characters: Tomorrow evening, the guest room on the second floor of the Three Broomsticks Bar will be burned after reading.

As soon as Cedric finished reading the last punctuation mark, the paper spontaneously ignited without fire and turned into an invisible plume of smoke.

"Are you too careful?" Cedric complained in a low voice. But then he thought about it, he was about to take action against Harry Potter, and Roger was so cautious, obviously because he was afraid that he would implicate him.

"Oh, he is really the cold and poisonous snake of Slytherin." He said to himself in a joking tone.

Cedric returned the books to the shelves and hurriedly left the library. When he walked across the covered bridge, Qiu Zhang's appearance stopped him in his tracks, but his expression was as indifferent as if he had met a stranger.

"Cedric." Qiu Chang couldn't help shouting back, "Please wait a moment." She wanted to tell him that she had never had any feelings for Harry Potter.

Moreover, the gossip about Seamus and Dean has spread throughout Hogwarts, and even the Daily Prophet published an article about Harry and Ron's close relationship. These were things she hoped Cedric could know.

Cedric's steps only paused for a second, and then he walked straight forward. At the end of the dark covered bridge, there is a bright exit. He decided to learn the Unforgivable Curse and launch a counterattack in the upcoming final challenge.

"Yes, it's a counterattack! It's not murder!" Cedric kept hinting to himself in his mind.

Rogge had reminded him that under the sacred contract of the Goblet of Fire, the Triwizard Tournament between the four contestants was destined to have a cruel ending, and there was a high probability that someone would die in vain.

So why would that person be himself and not Harry Potter?

"I am not the fourth person in the Triwizard Cup, Harry Potter is!" Cedric roared firmly in his heart, with a trace of determination flashing in his eyes.