A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Rogge! Rogge!" Daphne reached out hurriedly, trying to grab his arm and pull him back.

However, Rogue was too heavy for her. As soon as she grabbed his sleeve, she lost her balance and fell forward. She exclaimed and fell solidly onto Roger's chest.

"I'm sorry..." Daphne apologized softly, but the sound of Roger's even breathing could be clearly heard in her ears.

Looking at Rogge lying on the ground sleeping, she couldn't help but worry that she might get sick. She tried to help him onto the bed, but after trying several times, she found that her strength was too weak and she had no choice but to give up.

Daphne sat cross-legged next to Roger helplessly and said to herself: "How about a floating spell? No... no!"

She put down her wand and shook her head firmly. If the magic power fails midway, Rogge will definitely be thrown to the ground by himself. Seeing him sleeping soundly, Daphne couldn't bear to wake him up.

After much thought, she decided to take off the quilt from the bed and gently cover Rogge's body. She also carefully lifted the back of his head and placed a soft pillow under his head.

"You are so heavy." Daphne looked at her "masterpiece" and nodded with satisfaction.

She secretly looked at the closed door and thought to herself: "I can lie here for a while and no one will notice, right? Well, no one will notice for sure, just for a little while!"

Daphne lay down next to Roger without hesitation, her eyes were very soft, and she stared at the sleeping face quietly.

Rogge's face was full of traces of exhaustion, his hair on his temples was messy, and a thin beard around the corners of his mouth was particularly conspicuous.

Out of curiosity, Daphne slowly stretched out her fingers and gently touched those soft beards. They are surprisingly gentle to the touch, without any pricking feeling.

Rogge seemed to sense something in his sleep, and his nose twitched unconsciously. The corners of Daphne's lips curled up into a smile involuntarily, and then she carefully withdrew her hand.

In fact, he himself was completely unaware of the touch from the outside world, and his entire consciousness was completely immersed in a deep dream.

There, he saw countless intricate lines intertwining in the air. They seemed to be building a magnificent Tower of Babel, each line connecting to each other in a complex and efficient way. However, just as the structure was about to be completed, it suddenly fell apart and everything came full circle.

Again and again, those lines keep trying... they even extend upward in a spiral. Seeing that they were about to succeed this time, a blood-red reversal pattern suddenly appeared, crushing them to pieces.

The projection of this pattern looks simple and perfect, as if it can explain all the mysteries of life. But its entity is so complex that it is difficult to glimpse its complete form from a conventional perspective.

The moment it stabilizes, the world changes completely.

Roger found himself in an alien space full of psychedelic colors. Surrounded by endless darkness, only blood-red lines danced in the air, like winding snakes. They were constantly intertwining and spiraling, and finally converged into a super-dimensional pyramid.

It is composed of countless pyramids, each of which is constantly shining like a diamond. When it begins to rotate slowly, countless pyramids are projected from the vertex, which looks bright and mysterious.

However, this limited space cannot accommodate unlimited projections. Just as they are about to fill the entire space, everything becomes constant.

Then, the vertices begin to shrink and the shadow gradually disappears. Eventually, it turned into a blood-red reverse pattern, hidden in nothingness.

Rogge's dreams began to become blurry, and he felt that he was waking up from a deep sleep. The dazzling sunlight outside the window shines on the smooth walls, and the world remains the same.

But in his heart, he couldn't forget that dream, that alien space full of psychedelic colors, that blood-red pyramid, and those endless projections.

"The moment a Blood Demon Orc fully transforms into a beast is the starting point of life overload. And the secret of Nagini's immortality is because she completely transformed into a beast at the right age and turned into a viper." He thought while thinking. Dance gently on the blank parchment paper and draw a bloody line.

On paper, it looked like a snake biting its tail, but Roger knew that was not its true appearance. It should actually be three-dimensional and twist the body... No, maybe the three-dimensional posture is wrong too.

He scratched his hair in distress, knowing clearly what it looked like but unable to accurately express it in reality. In the end, I had to describe this feeling in words that can only be understood but cannot be expressed.

"You...are you awake?" Daphne rubbed her sleepy eyes and was surprised to find that she had fallen asleep beside Roger unknowingly.

"Well." Rogge didn't notice anything wrong for a while, but he reacted immediately, turned to look at Daphne, and asked doubtfully: "Daphne? Why did you fall asleep here?"

Daphne jumped up in panic, her cheeks were slightly red, and she replied angrily: "I...it's not all your fault! You've been studying these mysterious things all day long, as if you were crazy, and ignored us. "

"Really?" An apologetic smile appeared on Rogge's face. He quickly raised the parchment in his hand, with the light of discovering a new world shining in his eyes: "Look, I have found the essence of the Blood Curse."

Daphne took it and ran her eyes over it. She recognized the pattern and couldn't help but said doubtfully: "Tailbiter? Isn't this very common?"

She even took the quill from Roger's hand and drew a twisted pattern on the paper herself, which was the symbol of infinity in the Muggle world.

"No." Rogge shook his head firmly and said in an unquestionable tone: "What I saw is not like this. It is a circle, but the body is still twisting. And during the twisting, it gradually shrank, and finally became Blood red pyramid."

"Where did you see it?" Daphne asked curiously.

"In a dream." Rogge's answer was simple and direct.

"Dream?" Daphne's eyes were full of concern when she heard the answer. She looked at Rogge worriedly: "Rogge, couldn't you be cursed by someone? How could you believe what you saw in your dream? thing."

"it is true!"

Daphne looked at his firm eyes and immediately made a suggestion: "Today is my day off. I will take you to see Madam Pomfrey."

"I'm not sick!"

"No, I think you must be sick!" Daphne held his hand tightly, as if comforting a child, and said, "Don't worry, let's just go and take a look."

Roger refused several times, but Daphne refused to obey. The more he proves that he is not sick, the more Daphne thinks he is terminally ill. With no choice, he could only lower his head in frustration and was dragged towards the school hospital.

"Mrs. Pomfrey, come and see Roger!" Daphne called out eagerly as soon as she entered the ward: "He seems to have been cursed, and he actually believes in things in dreams."

"I'm really not sick." Rogge tried to argue, but was interrupted forcefully by Madam Pomfrey.

She blocked the door and gave a serious lesson: "Roger, don't be afraid to drink medicine, come with me quickly!"

Roger was brought to the bedside by her, and he lay down helplessly, allowing Madam Pomfrey to examine him. Her fingers pressed gently on various parts of her body, her movements careful and her eyes focused.

"You are in good health, and there are no traces of being disturbed by the curse." Madam Pomfrey finally nodded and gave a conclusion, and then she continued: "However, your spirit seems to be a little unstable, and you need to pay attention to rest."

"He has been busy studying something recently, and he was a little confused when he got up today." Daphne quickly added, hoping to help Madam Pomfrey better understand Rogge's condition.

"Get up?" Madam Pomfrey's attention suddenly shifted. She looked at Daphne with a curious and scrutinizing gaze, seeming to realize something: "Did you sleep in his dormitory last night?

Daphne blushed instantly and stammered, trying to explain: "Ah... well, I..."

"Nonsense!" Madam Pomfrey looked at Roger angrily and warned sternly: "You are still students, and you will take the OWLs exam next year. Roger, if you invite Daphne to your dormitory at night again, I will I had to tell the principal.”

She turned to Daphne, with a protective tone in her voice: "If he dares to bully you, I will help you deal with him..."

As she spoke, she held Daphne behind her, as if she had forgotten that she was in Hogwarts, where only boys were restricted from entering the girls' dormitories. Rogge sighed helplessly and sighed: "I am really wronged!"

Daphne secretly stuck out her tongue, and when she saw Rogge's deflated look, she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, revealing a smile that she couldn't hide.

"Actually, I actually took the initiative to go there." She finally told the truth, which made Madam Pomfrey, who was originally gushing, suddenly speechless and so surprised that she could not speak.

"You, you guys!" Madam Pomfrey shook her head feebly, sighing loudly in her heart about the deterioration of the world and how daring she was.

Before leaving, she handed Rogge a bottle of magic potion to help him sleep, and warned: "I suggest you talk to Professor Trelawney. Although she seems to be very talkative, she is very good at prophesying and interpreting dreams. , she is quite professional.”

"Really?" Rogge was skeptical of Professor Trelawney's ability. He had never taken a divination course because he knew her teaching methods were somewhat unreliable.

However, Daphne was obviously interested in Madam Pomfrey's suggestion: "Roger, you haven't met Professor Trelawney yet, have you? Believe me, she will definitely surprise you."

"Actually, I feel much better." Rogge quickly tried to refuse, and even showed some simple magic spells to prove that his condition was completely fine.

But in the end, Daphne's persistence won out. She held Roger's arm tightly and led him to the north tower.

This is a classroom that Roger has never set foot in. After climbing a dozen spiral stairs, they finally reached a small platform. There were no doors on the surrounding walls. Daphne pointed to the ceiling above her head and introduced him: "Roger, the divination classroom is here."

She lowered her voice and secretly told Roger: "Professor Sybil Trelawney's class is very simple. You just need to analyze the patterns according to the textbook content. The more dangerous the situation is, the more satisfied the professor will be."

"Do you think this is reliable?" Rogge sighed softly. He was suspicious of this vague divination method. "If I go up there, she might analyze it as a terminal illness."

"Come here." Daphne shouted towards the circular trap door, "Professor, can you interpret dreams?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the trap door suddenly opened, and a silver rope ladder dropped like a waterfall in front of Rogge's eyes. At Daphne's urging, he reluctantly climbed up and entered Professor Trelawney's divination classroom.

The whole room was filled with a depressing atmosphere, everything was illuminated by dim scarlet light, as if immersed in a mysterious atmosphere. There was a blazing flame in the fireplace, and the water in the big copper kettle was boiling and steaming out. Rogge felt as if he was in a sauna, and even breathing seemed a little difficult.

"Where's the professor?" Daphne looked around, trying to find Professor Trelawney.

"Hello." Professor Trelawney's ethereal and ethereal voice suddenly came from behind them, scaring Daphne to jump involuntarily.

Rogge turned his head with a speechless expression on his face. Is this little trick of hiding behind the curtain and then suddenly appearing really so interesting?

"Hello, professor, I'm Roger." He greeted politely, his eyes falling on the too thin woman in front of him.

Professor Trelawney's entire face was almost covered by a pair of huge glasses, and her face showed a thoughtful expression.

"Rogg?" She repeated the name, slowly walking around Rogge to observe him carefully, as if examining every detail of him, "Child, you shouldn't be here."

Daphne quickly explained for Rogge: "Professor, he did not take the divination class. But we hope you can help analyze his dreams..."

"No." Her hand, as thin as a dead branch, was placed suddenly on Rogge's shoulder, and she shouted in feigned horror: "Your soul is struggling in your body..."

Trelawney stretched out his other arm, as if to guide Rogge in the future, "Your future is very difficult. I saw countless hands... They desperately pulled your body to keep you forever... "

Daphne was already frightened by the scene described by the professor, as if she really saw Roger being pulled into hell. She covered her mouth, her eyes filled with tears of fear.

Rogge rolled his eyes at Trelawney and looked at her expressionlessly as she continued to perform. At the same time, he secretly complained: "If the owners of those hands are a group of beauties, the future you describe is indeed difficult, but it is also quite glamorous."

Trelawny let go of him and passed him lightly. Finally, she sat in a winged armchair in front of the fire.