A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Mrs. Pafdi comforted the lovelorn Qiu Zhang in a soft voice. Her voice was soft and caring, nourishing Qiu Zhang's soul like a spring drizzle.

She handed Qiu Zhang a cup of steaming milk, and the temperature of the milk passed through the cup wall to Qiu Zhang's palm, making her feel a little warm.

Rogge remained silent. He sat aside, eating cookies quietly, his eyes seemed to penetrate the rain curtain outside the window, staring at some distant place. Maybe, watching the raindrops dancing on the glass.

Qiu Zhang's body curled up slightly, like a frightened quail. She lowered her head and slowly sipped the hot milk. Occasionally, she would secretly glance at Rogge opposite, with a hint of curiosity and confusion in her eyes.

The refreshments on Rogge's table were almost wiped away, except for the milky-white Longjing tea, which was still full, as if he had forgotten it in time.

Qiu Zhang felt a surge of curiosity. She didn't understand why Rogge didn't continue to ask her previous questions. She was equally confused and didn't understand why Roger came alone to this date spot in Hogsmeade Village and ordered an afternoon tea to herself.

The girls in the school all know that as long as Roger is willing, he can find a beautiful female companion at any time. But now, not even Hermione and Daphne were with him.

Rogge obviously had no intention of talking. He just listened to the rain outside the window quietly, as if enjoying the warm and peaceful atmosphere.

Qiu Zhang wanted to break the silence several times, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them quietly. She raised her head and looked around quickly, feeling increasingly awkward.

She thought to herself that if she was sitting with Rogge in Mrs. Pafdi's teahouse despite not being familiar with him, if an acquaintance saw her, would they think her broken love was just a show?

This uneasiness made her unconsciously grasp the cup in her hand, and the warmth of the hot milk gradually seeped into her fingers, as if to remind her: no matter how the outside world looked at it, at least at this moment, she still had a cup of hot milk to soothe her wounds.

Qiu Zhang's body slowly stood up from her seat, with a trace of hesitation in her movements, as if she was silently fighting against her inner struggle. As soon as her hand touched the edge of the chair and she was about to pull away, she heard an unexpected voice breaking the silence.

"If you really want to leave, at least use the transformation technique to get an umbrella to keep out the rain." Rogge's voice floated softly, and his eyes pointed at the spoon on the table, as if to say that this transformation is good.

In fact, he didn't understand at all that the people taking shelter outside were obviously wizards, but they acted as powerless as Muggles. With the wave of a magic wand, most of life's problems are no longer constraints.

"I..." Qiu Zhang stood there with an embarrassed look on his face. She was afraid that Rogge would misunderstand her intentions, so she hurriedly explained: "Yes, I'm sorry, I'm worried..."

"What do you and I have to apologize for?" Rogge shook his head and said gently: "No one stipulates that teahouses cannot share tables. It's just you who thinks too much."

"Be simple, think in a simple way." He raised a smile on his lips and invited her to sit back again with his eyes.

Qiu Zhang looked at Rogge, and she could feel that his attitude towards her was very normal and he had no special interest in her. Especially his eyes were not as cautious as Harry's.

She suddenly laughed and thought to herself: "He is Rogge, the shadow prefect of Slytherin. How could he be like Harry and still hide when he likes someone?"

She secretly sighed in her heart and sighed: "It would be great if Cedric or even Harry had one-tenth of Roger's confidence and decisiveness."

"Isn't it difficult for them to declare their feelings forcefully?" She didn't understand the boys' thoughts, so she could only silently accept the fact that they had broken up.

Qiu Zhang sat back and looked at Rogge, but he didn't know how to start a conversation. After hesitating for a moment, she finally found a topic: "Well, don't you like this tea?" she asked softly, her voice almost drowned by the sound of rain outside the window.

Roger didn't seem to hear her question, which made Cho Chang feel both ashamed and annoyed. She lowered her head, thankful that the rain was getting heavier and covering up her embarrassment.

She took a few deep breaths, plucked up the courage, and tried again: "I use other methods to make tea at home."

This time, Rogge turned around, pointed at the milky white cup of Longjing tea, and asked, "Is this what you are talking about?"

"Yes." Qiu Zhang nodded quickly and added eagerly: "When my father drinks tea, he will make it with hot water and will not add milk or sugar."

Rogge was not interested in the tea she was talking about, and he didn't think Qiu Zhang knew much about it. So, he asked other questions: "Where are your parents from? Hong Kong? Singapore? Or Keelung..."

Before Rogge could finish speaking, Qiu Zhang couldn't wait to answer: "Hong Kong. My parents are from Hong Kong. They are both wizards." There was a hint of pride in his tone.

"Wizard?" Rogge's eyes flashed with confusion, "I thought..."

"No, no, no." Qiu Zhang thought about what he was going to say and hurriedly explained: "I am different from Hermione. I am not from a Muggle family."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she felt a little regretful. What's wrong with me, I can't help but compare myself to Hermione. But she didn't want Roger to mistakenly think that she and Hermione had the same family background.

Roger was amused, and there was a sense of humor in his eyes, as if he was comparing the differences between Asian wizards and Muggle families.

"I thought they were Taoist priests." Rogge added to his question, which made Qiu Zhang feel a little embarrassed.

She didn't quite understand the word "Taoist", but vaguely remembered it being mentioned at home when she was a child. The rain outside the window gradually became lighter, and the sun peeked half of its face from the clouds, bringing a touch of warmth to this humid afternoon.

"Goodbye, Miss Zhang Qiu." Rogge said in fluent Chinese, leaving his mother in shock to open the door - a shocked Qiu Zhang.

She looked at Roger's back outside the door with incredible eyes, and even suspected that she had heard wrong just now.

"That's Chinese, right?" she said to herself, "It seems that my parents' pronunciation is a little different from his." Her heart was full of doubts and curiosity, and her understanding of Rogge gained another layer of mystery.

After going to Mrs. Pafdi's Teahouse once, Roger had no intention of going there again. The refreshments inside are pretty good, but not to the point where you have to go.

As for dating, he knew that whether he took Hermione or Daphne there, it would have serious consequences.

Counting the time, Nagini was about to end hibernation. He glanced at the Hufflepuff Gold Cup and guessed how long the food here would be enough for her, a month, half a year?

Just as he was walking towards the Forbidden Forest, a wizard wrapped in black robes appeared at a fork in the road. The other party seemed to be waiting for him, and the dark hood kept staring at him.

"Mr. Travis?" A low and hoarse voice came from under the hood, obviously disguised.

Rogge remained calm, but grabbed the wand without leaving any trace. He greeted the other party politely: "Sir, I don't remember that I have a friend like you. Maybe I am too forgetful and need you to remind me."

"We are not friends." The man replied, his tone seemed a bit stiff, "Of course, we are not enemies either."

"Interesting statement." Rogge said with a playful smile in his eyes, "I have friends in the magic world, and of course I have enemies. But those who are neither friends nor enemies are actually very few."

He held out a finger, suggesting that in the wizarding world, there was only one such person: Voldemort.

Lao Fu, whom others talk about with disgrace, is completely a treasure boy to him. Snake whispers, potion recipes, treasury, Ravenclaw's diadem, Hufflepuff's golden cup... Rogge cherished all the wealth sent by Voldemort. He even wanted to give Voldemort a one-ton medal with the following words: : The spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and the wax torches will not dry until they turn to ashes.

Moreover, he was never prepared to deal with Voldemort's plans, which was Harry Potter's ban. From Dumbledore to ordinary wizards in the magical world, the entire magical world is looking forward to the savior's miracles again.

And he was just an ordinary little wizard, unable and unwilling to intervene in such a major event that determined the magical world.

"I know a person, but you are obviously not him." As soon as Rogge finished speaking, he suddenly pulled out his wand and shouted: "Everyone is petrified!"

The man in black robes was obviously well prepared. He quickly drew out his wand and accurately blocked his spell.

Rogge immediately realized that the other party was not an ordinary wizard. He had rich practical experience and superb skills. Not only did he realize that he was trying to launch a sneak attack, he also reacted in a very short time and intercepted it accurately.

"Misty and misty!"

Facing an opponent that cannot be underestimated, Rogge will show his respect in a foolproof way. He didn't want the embarrassing escape to happen a second time.

As the mantra reverberated, a cloud of mist was ejected from the tip of the Kirin staff. Combined with the moist air that had just rained, the surrounding area was instantly enveloped in a thick white fog.

"Mud slide!"

Rogge then cast a new spell he had recently researched, which could reduce the friction on the ground and make it difficult for the opponent to move. Even standing still requires a lot of energy to maintain balance.

"Rogg, we are not enemies!" The man in black robe shouted in the thick fog, his voice revealing an uncertainty, whether it was sincerity or just a test.

"But, I don't like chatting with people who are pretentious." Rogge was unmoved, his voice suddenly getting closer and farther away.

The man in black robe looked up at the sky. Several strong winds blew in, and the clouds and mist were instantly blown away. Rogge waved his wings and stood in the sky.

"Expelliarmus!" Rogge shouted again, followed by a series of spells, "The world is spinning! Upside down the golden clock!" His wand drew complex trajectories in the air, releasing streaks of magic.

"I want to talk to you!" This time, the man in black robe did not resist.

When the surrounding environment is extremely unfavorable, any excessive movement may lead to loss of combat effectiveness. After he realized this, he chose to express his sincerity with an open attitude instead of struggling on the slippery ground and eventually becoming a prisoner in embarrassment.

The other party ignored the oncoming curse and opened his hood. Rogge saw his actions and originally wanted to deflect the spell. However, Old Batty's face made him stop all actions.

Three spells hit accurately, and Old Batty rolled on the mud and rushed into the forbidden forest.

A few minutes later, Rogge came belatedly and said with a smile: "Sorry... I recited the spell too fast and couldn't control it."

Old Batty hung upside down on a tree branch, looking like an old mud monkey. He glared at Roger angrily and demanded, "Put me down. I have something to talk to you about."

"I think this situation is good. I'm very satisfied." Rogge shook his head and leaned leisurely on the tree trunk. "You dressed yourself up like a Death Eater. I thought you had fallen under Voldemort's command."

"But shouldn't Mr. Crouch be lying in the hospital? How come he is here? Could it be..." Rogge paused deliberately, and then said exaggeratedly: "Are you pretended to be someone else with a deformation potion?"

He used Shen Feng Wuying to cut off a long branch, and then gently poked Old Barty in the face with it, as if taunting him.

"Travis!" Old Barty shouted, "I admit that what happened back then is open to question. However, your parents definitely deserved their punishment as Death Eaters."

"Oh, what does this have to do with anything?" Rogge sneered and took away the branch. He walked up to Old Barty's hanging head and said, "Since you can save your son, I will take revenge on you for Jessica." ,Is there a problem?"

"Even, I think I'm being too kind." He gave old Barty a push, making him spin like a top.

Watching Rogge leave, Old Batty had to shout: "I'm sorry, I apologize for what happened back then!"

"Oh?" Rogge stopped and turned around, his tone mixed with sarcasm: "Apologise? No, I still like the way you are domineering and enforcing justice."

He stretched out his hand to stop the spinning old Batty and asked, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"Fudge's thing."

"Oh, what's there to talk about?" Rogge shrugged and said nonchalantly: "Since you showed up here, you must have approached the principal. Now that you are coming to me, I don't think I can do anything better than the principal."

"The most important thing is, I can't help you!" He flatly refused.

"No, you can!" Old Barty shouted in a trembling voice, almost begging: "Kill him for me."

"who?"

"Little Barty!" There was a kind of despair and pain in his voice.

A surprised light flashed in Rogge's eyes. He rubbed his chin and after thinking for a moment, he said, "What a cruel father. You obviously saved him, but now you want him to die. You even took away Crouch's surname. ”

"But why don't you understand?"

Old Batty looked at Rogge with doubtful eyes, not understanding what he meant.

"First, I am not a killer; second, the person I want to take revenge on is you; third, don't you think it's good for little Barty to be alive?"

"Imagine what kind of sensation it will cause when he is brought to justice by the Aurors and his true identity is revealed?" Rogge grabbed old Barty's pale hair, with a cold light in his eyes: "You Your justice, your honor, everything you were proud of in the past will become a source of guilt."

The luster in Old Barty's eyes dimmed, and he envisioned many outcomes, including death under Rogge's wand. However, the other party wanted him to live with Little Barty.

"It's your choice, sir." There was a cold sense of satisfaction in Rogge's voice, "It is such a pleasure to enjoy the helplessness and despair of others, especially yours."

"You will torture yourself for the rest of your life in the quagmire of morality, justice and emotion." Rogge looked at him with contempt and continued to stimulate in a joking tone: "Now, don't you think that little Barty's life is a good thing? He also fulfilled your wife’s wish. Hahaha..."

Rogge suddenly laughed, and it sounded so joyful: "It's really ironic for a child of a Death Eater, the son of a Death Eater like me."

"Barty Crouch Sr., you should be happy, you should be happy!" Rogge said, pulling Old Barty's face and forcing him to show a smile, "Why so serious? ?)"