A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

You'll never understand why dark wizards hang out at the Hog's Head. For example, right now, a group of werewolves and vampires from other magical worlds were arguing with dwarf goblins under the cover of their cloaks.

They were drunk, their voices muffled by the steam of alcohol, and their words were full of boastfulness and violence. Some werewolves boasted about how many innocent children they had killed, and some vampires boasted about the number of their blood descendants. Then, both parties looked at the goblin.

Facing the extremely vicious gangsters, the goblins raised their heads and declared that they would bankrupt many wizards and Muggles and work for them for the rest of their lives.

"Tch..." A burst of contemptuous laughter echoed in the tavern.

Aberforth stood behind the counter, wiping his wine glass leisurely, unfazed by these arrogant words.

If it weren't for a common purpose, these guys would never sit together and drink together.

At this moment, the door of the tavern was suddenly pushed open, and the moonlight poured in like running water, stretching Rogge's figure and projecting it onto Aberforth's face.

He rubbed his nose, enduring the rotten and musty smell in the air. He seemed unaware of the greedy and cruel eyes around him and walked straight to the bar.

The wooden door slammed shut, cutting off outside sounds, but the bar was filled with the weird sounds of grinding teeth and whispers. An uneasy restlessness spread in the air, like a hidden undercurrent, ready to drag Rogge into the bottomless abyss at any time.

Roger's eyes looked around the bar, with a hint of sarcasm in his voice: "Boss, your bar is really dirty."

He casually pulled up a stool and sat down, and gestured to Aberforth for a glass of beer.

Aberforth still put on his stinky face, lifted the boar's big nose on the wall, and scooped a cup from the foamy saliva. His movements were rough, almost like driving someone away, and he threw the wine glass in front of Rogge.

The liquid in the oak wine glass was an unhealthy milky white color, with yellow spots of varying sizes in the foam. Rogge leaned back in disgust to avoid the splashing wine foam.

"Old wizard, be kind to the children." A werewolf came over in a familiar manner, with a sly expression on his fierce face, "Isn't your mother worried if you don't come home so late? The Death Eaters will arrest you. Go."

Then a burst of joking laughter came from the tavern.

Rogge turned his head coldly, his eyes were as cold as ice, and responded without fear: "Get your dirty dog ​​paws away from me."

The werewolf's smile disappeared, and he showed his sharp fangs and licked his lips with his tongue, looking both cruel and greedy.

"Hey, you little devil who doesn't know the heights of the world." He sneered, purring from his throat, "Let me teach you how to behave."

"Dogs can also be humans? This is the biggest joke I've heard today." A mocking smile appeared on Rogge's lips, he took out Ariana's headdress from his pocket and threw it to Aberforth, "Your old friend I sent it to you. The bar needs a good cleaning. It's really dirty."

"I'll wait for you outside." He threw the oak wine glass back and walked out of the tavern calmly, not caring about the trouble that might occur.

Many werewolves and vampires were ready to rush out and attack him. However, the old wizard inside made a strange sound that sounded like crying and laughing, causing everyone to stop. They looked up and saw two lines of tears on Aberforth's face as he carefully placed the headdress.

"It's indeed too dirty." Aberforth sneered, his wand waving rapidly in the dim candlelight like a phantom.

A green light suddenly flashed in the tavern, followed by a heavy sound of falling to the ground. In the blink of an eye, those creatures that were still ready to move fell down one after another, and the world returned to peace in an instant.

Aberforth stared at Rogge closely, his eyes as fierce as a hungry wolf, and asked: "Where is she?"

Rogge looked at Aberforth lightly and commented in his heart: He is indeed Albus's younger brother. However, he is much cuter than the principal.

"Aren't you going to change your clothes?" Aberforth was stunned by Rogge's words, and he hurried back to his room on the second floor. After a while of busyness, he hurried down again.

His gray beard was combed meticulously. He changed out of his old robe and put on a silver-blue robe. His face was still determined, but now there was a hint of uncoordinated nervousness. He lowered his voice and asked for help: "Is this okay?"

Rogge looked him up and down, nodded, and gave him a positive answer: "Not bad, she is in Fertile Tuyuan."

"Fertile Land..." Aberforth murmured the name as countless memories flashed before his eyes.

Rogge pointed at the pub and asked deliberately: "Do you want me to notify the principal?"

Aberforth immediately shook his head, with a hint of disdain in his tone: "Don't worry about that old guy, he is of no use at all and will only bring misfortune and bad luck."

"Uh..." Rogge smacked his lips and thought to himself: "As long as you are happy, I am just saying.

Before Rogge could spread his wings and take off, Aberforth couldn't wait to shout out the spell: "Apparition." He left so eagerly that he didn't even take Rogge with him.

Rogge sighed helplessly, jumped slightly, and disappeared into the clouds.

A few minutes later, a wizard wrapped in black robes secretly pushed open the door of the Pig's Head Bar.

"Fluorescence." He whispered the spell, and a faint light bloomed from the tip of the wand, illuminating a corner of the bar.

He glanced around the bar and found that there was no one here. The inexplicable silence made him feel a sense of terror in his heart.

At the same time, in the wilderness of Fertile Field, Aberforth looked at the familiar terrain, and his mood gradually became depressed. He walked past the ruins of the village, across overgrown open spaces, and finally stopped in front of a deserted piece of land.

After a moment of silence, he turned and walked toward the southwest.

"What, you want to go home with me?" Hermione couldn't help shouting, her voice full of surprise: "Isn't this your home?"

Ariana blinked her big eyes and explained with a smile: "Miss Granger, I have to stay with you. Mr. Green used a magical magic ritual to allow me to control the Obscurus. If I don't stay with you , it will lead to disobedient riots, which will have terrible consequences.”

"But, what does this have to do with me?" Hermione was confused. Daphne sitting next to her snickered and gently tapped her lips with her hand.

Hermione reacted instantly. She clenched the letter in her hand, and a blush appeared on her cheeks: "That kiss? The kiss I just woke you up with?"

Ariana nodded, and a trace of joy flashed in her heart: "What will I do if the person who wakes me up is a wizard?"

"This must be Professor Green's prank." Hermione clenched her fists and clenched her teeth, looking a little angry. "Rogg must have sensed something to let us kiss you. This bad guy, hum!"

"Rogg?" A trace of curiosity flashed in Ariana's eyes, and she was unfamiliar with this name. "Do you mean that he should have been the one to wake me up?"

Hermione and Daphne nodded. They were about to say something when an old man suddenly rushed in from the door.

"Ariana!" Aberforth shouted excitedly and rushed over crazily, as if he were seeing a relative he hadn't seen for many years.

"Many obstacles!" Hermione waved her wand quickly and chanted the spell.

"Expelliarmus!" Daphne followed closely, her wand flashing.

The old wizard Aberforth was blocked by their magic, and his body stopped in the air, unable to move forward.

"You..." Ariana looked at his old face and said hesitantly, "I seem to know you."

Aberforth opened his mouth wide, not knowing how to explain for a moment. Hermione and Daphne remained wary of the uninvited guest, their wands flashing dangerously.

"Sorry, I came back a little late." Rogge folded the wings behind his back and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He felt the strange atmosphere in the hall and broke the silence with a relaxed laugh: "I thought you would cry like a mess when you met each other, why did you freeze?"

Then, he looked at Hermione and Daphne, "You didn't tell her that it was 1995."

Hermione and Daphne shook their heads, looking confused: "Is this important?"

Ariana's body trembled involuntarily when she heard the year. She stared closely at Aberforth's old face, uncontrollable emotions welling up in her heart, and she rushed towards Aberforth crying.

Rogge saw this and reacted quickly. He signaled to Hermione and Daphne: "Well, let's go out first." He waved, and the three of them handed over the hall to the two brothers and sisters to reunite.

Hermione stared at him and said ferociously: "Mr. Travis, you are hurting me!"

"Aha, I knew there was something wrong." Instead of apologizing, Rogge said half-jokingly, "Did Ariana have a love potion on her lips?"

"It seems you did it on purpose!" Hermione pulled out her wand and shouted mercilessly, "The world is spinning, the golden clock is hanging upside down..." She waved her wand continuously, casting spells one after another.

Rogge quickly moved away, dodging the spells. They ran and chased each other through the garden. Daphne looked at them fighting with a smile on her lips.

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"So, you became the only solution to suppress Obscurus. She must be with you?"

Hermione rolled her eyes at Rogge, with dissatisfaction in her tone: "Why does it feel weird to hear you say that?"

"This is a fact. I didn't expect Professor Green to be able to control Obscurus." Rogge returned the wand to her and continued: "Thanks to you and Daphne, if I had come alone, things would have been terrible. "

Daphne was keenly aware that Ariana's family background might not be simple, and asked curiously: "Is her identity troublesome?"

Rogge looked at them deeply, and then slowly said the last name: "Her name is Ariana Dumbledore."

"What!" Daphne and Hermione covered their mouths in surprise, and Hermione asked in disbelief, "Is the principal her grandfather?"

This time, it was Rogge's turn to be speechless. Judging from his actual age, Dumbledore was more than enough to be her great-grandfather. However, they are actually brother and sister.

If he wakes up Ariana, he will be monitored by two old men at all times. Whether it was to talk to Fleur or to plan matters in the magical world, there would be great restrictions.

"Grindelwald still loves the principal deeply, and he helps him overtly and covertly." Rogge sighed secretly in his heart, "You are really inseparable."

"It's difficult to tell you about the relationship between the principal and her." Rogge shook his head and did not reveal much to Hermione and Daphne.

Daphne seemed very happy. Because of the suppression of Obscurus, Ariana needed to stay with Hermione every day. This way, she doesn't have to worry about Hermione...

The three of them were noisy for a while, and their sweet laughter echoed over the garden.

"Thank you, Roger." Ariana came over accompanied by Aberforth, her voice soft and sincere, "I think we will become good friends."

She took the initiative to reach out her hand, and Roger smiled and took it. In an instant, Rogge noticed the powerful magical power in her body.

"I have a presumptuous question." His eyes flashed with sharp light, staring at the generous Ariana.

Ariana nodded in agreement: "Of course."

"The ruins outside are probably because of you." Rogge's question was direct and sharp, and the atmosphere instantly became solemn.

The name itself, Fertile Land, reminds people of a fertile and vibrant land. However, the fertile soil is now desolate and lifeless. The former settlers disappeared without a trace, and there was little news about this place in the wizarding world.

"Because of me, a natural disaster happened here..." Ariana's voice was trembling, and tears welled up in her eyes. The crystal tears were rolling in the eye sockets, looking extremely distressed.

Her words were full of self-blame and sadness, "In the end, wizards and Muggles had to leave here. I...I didn't hurt them..."

Aberforth patted his sister's shoulder gently and comforted him in a firm tone: "It's not your fault, it's their fault."

Rogge did not continue to ask, but secretly increased his vigilance. Even if Ariana destroyed the entire village in order to avenge her father, that was still something Dumbledore should be concerned about.

Maybe she didn't mean it, but Obscurus' power was enough to do it all. Roger didn't know if she had really forgiven the three Muggle boys who had caused all the tragedy.

"Mr. Travis, can you let me rest here for a night?" Aberforth explained quickly, "I have something I want to talk to Ariana about. You know, the Hog's Head Bar is really not suitable."

"I'm just keeping the key temporarily." Rogge agreed with a smile, "Professor Green is the real owner of this garden villa. Like you, I am actually a guest."

"So, don't be polite, treat this place as your home." He extended the invitation gracefully, appearing warm and thoughtful, "I will arrange for the house elves, and we must celebrate your reunion with a feast."

"Don't bother, I can cook." Aberforth said confidently, quite proud of his cooking skills.

Rogge's smile froze slightly, and he complained silently in his mind: "No, I don't want to eat dark food." But Aberforth insisted on his opinion. Even though the house elf had arrived, he still insisted on cooking it himself.

Daphne looked at the sludge-like food on the plate and swallowed hard, with a hint of worry on her expression: "Will it taste bad? Isn't it poisonous?"

"It may not taste bad, but it definitely tests your courage." Rogge stirred it gently with a spoon, and something indescribable came to mind involuntarily.

Ariana took a bite with a smile, her eyes shining, and she sincerely praised Aberforth's superb craftsmanship.

"We are indeed a family." Rogge looked at each other, and the three of them quietly handed the plates to the elf for disposal.

After dinner, Hermione performed a simple test and discovered that she and Ariana had to stay within fifty feet. Once this distance is exceeded, the Obscurus within Ariana will begin to riot.

This made her feel a little relieved. If she was within 10 feet, wouldn't she have to share a bed with Ariana? However, thinking about the ruined vacation, Hermione's resentment towards Roger deepened.

Fortunately, in just three more years, Ariana will be able to fully control the power of the Obscurus within her as an adult. Until then, they must stay as close together as conjoined twins.

Aberforth and Ariana were sitting in front of the fireplace chatting, with no intention of sleeping. Hermione had no choice but to find a place to sleep on the first floor and drove Roger to another place.

"Good night." Roger said hello while standing upstairs, but unexpectedly received a pillow thrown by Hermione.

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"Brother, I want to go to school."

"Hogwarts? No!" Aberforth's voice was filled with firm opposition, "He only loves himself and doesn't care about you at all..."

In the haziness, there was a vague quarrel outside the door. But as the door was closed, their brother and sister's voices disappeared again, leaving a silence.

Daphne walked in gently and cautiously. Her feet were bare, covered only in a black cloak. Thinking of Hermione sleeping soundly downstairs and the two other people arguing, her heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate, and she tightened her body tightly.

Soon, a soft body got into Rogge's arms. The cloak rubbed against Rogge gently, and the familiar scent of ylang-ylang came from Daphne's hair.

"Daphne?" Roger asked softly, half asleep and half awake, with a hint of confusion in his voice, because he was very familiar with this fragrance, which was always so strong.

He didn't move or get up. Just open your eyelids and look at this bold girl. You know there are other people downstairs, if they are discovered...

Perhaps feeling threatened by Hermione, Daphne wrapped her thighs around Roger and kissed his cheek rawly. She just wanted to beat Hermione, and tonight was her best chance.

Rogge did not refuse, he understood how much courage Daphne needed to act tonight. He held her firmly with both hands, giving her the response she wanted.

Her long golden hair was flying in the air, and her fair and delicate skin had a faint blush. Daphne bit Roger's shoulder gently, and all the sounds only echoed in her ears. Roger was immersed in the fragrance of ylang-ylang and met all Daphne's needs in this turbulent emotion.

She has always been by his side silently, and she has so firmly chosen to support him no matter what he faces. Rogge understood her thoughts, and even though he felt a strong stimulation here and now, he was still extremely gentle to her.

"It's enough that I know you love me." Daphne wrapped herself in a cloak and was about to leave before dawn. Rogge picked her up, kissed her deeply, and then sent her back.

He rested his arms on his head and looked out the window at the brightening sky. His plan was disrupted again.

It wasn't until noon that others woke up one after another. Aberforth left very early, and he was still very relieved about Hermione. If it were Rogge, he would probably tie him up and throw him into the pig's mouth in the tavern.

Daphne smiled particularly sweetly when she faced Hermione today. After having afternoon tea as lunch, she smiled and was about to leave.

"I'll give it to you." Rogge offered, with an indescribable tenderness in his voice.

Hermione was thinking about how to get along with Ariana, "Should I take her home? But I still have to go to Roger's library to study."

The two of them walked along the path in the forest, the huge sun radiating endless heat. Daphne gently pulled up her hair and gently held Roger's hand. Her gentleness made Roger feel guilty. He held her against the tree, their breaths intertwined.

"No, you have to go back." Daphne's lips gently brushed his cheek, "I will always wait for you."

Watching Daphne say goodbye to him in the fireplace, Roger couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Roger, how about Ariana and I go to your manor during the summer vacation." Hermione suggested when she saw him coming back.

"Yeah." Rogge didn't react and responded subconsciously.

"Ah? Wait a minute..." He scratched his head, looked at the apologetic Ariana, and then said to Hermione: "Don't you go home for a few days? You have to go home and say hello."

Hermione thought for a moment and nodded helplessly, "Okay, it seems I can only tell my parents that Ariana is my classmate at school."

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble." Ariana lowered her head and her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. She was worried that she would get Hermione into trouble.

Hermione comforted her with warm eyes: "Don't worry, Ariana. I'm just worried that you won't adapt to life in the Muggle world."

The three said goodbye in front of the fireplace, and Roger returned to London to discuss Death Eaters and the antidote to the virus with his mother Jessica.

Jessica listened quietly to Rogge's analysis of the current situation in the magic world, and her face gradually became solemn. She had lived through Voldemort's reign of terror and thought it was the worst time for the wizarding world.

However, the current situation is far more complicated than she imagined. Not only was Voldemort resurrected, but other forces intervened, and some even attempted to break up the British wizarding world and severely damage their sphere of influence.

Looking at her son's resolute face, she felt a surge of complex emotions in her heart, including pride and worry. She spoke slowly, with a hint of uncertainty in her voice: "Are you really planning to challenge the confidentiality law?"

"Yes, mother. I must do this." Rogge replied firmly without any hesitation, "Wizards can no longer dwell on the glory of the past. It is time to break the barrier between the wizarding world and the Muggle world.

Not to protect them, but to allow us as wizards to always occupy a strong position..."

"Dumbledore wouldn't agree to it, and neither would most wizards." Jessica interrupted her son and reminded him in a heavy tone, "You are not the first to try to do this. The Grimm back then DeVoe lost."

"I know, so I have to wait for him to start a war." Rogge slowly clenched his fists, with a determined light in his eyes: "This war will be global, and the power of magic will have to penetrate into the Muggle world. "

He paused and then said: "Dumbledore's power alone is limited, and wizards have already extended their claws to Muggles. We are saving them."

Rogge continued his argument, with a hint of passion in his voice: "Moreover, we don't need to deal with all Muggles, we only need to communicate with the ruling class among Muggles. This is a small step towards breaking through the secrecy law. But it’s a big step for the wizard.”