A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Jessica sat quietly, her eyes deep and focused, as if she was thinking deeply about the discussion just now. Finally, she nodded slowly: "Indeed, as you said, wizards should not rest on their laurels."

"The number of Muggles is huge. Even with a one-in-a-million chance, they can do things that wizards have never thought of. In the days without us, they have progressed too fast!"

"And we are even standing still." She even had a ridiculous feeling: It's not Muggles who need wizards, but wizards who need Muggles.

She stood up, taking each step with a firm and powerful step, "Just go ahead and do it, son! I will start to increase the production of the antidote to the snake-man virus."

Rogge was grateful for Jessica's unconditional support. In fact, the antidote didn't require that much. But in Jessica's eyes, only a sufficient antidote can help her son become a legend in the magical world in the coming war.

However, at this moment, Rogge had another pressing problem waiting to be solved.

In the bedroom, a wizard lady stared at him with fierce eyes like a hungry beast. Like a vigorous cheetah, she jumped up from the soft bed and put Roger under her sharp teeth: "The resume I submitted to the Magic Congress was not approved. You have to give me an explanation."

Her movements were skillful and fast, and her tail swung skillfully. She used her sharp teeth to unbutton Rogge's shirt, her eyes urgent and stern.

Rogge's gaze penetrated her heart, and he gave a simple and direct answer: "Isn't it enough now?"

Fleur's emotions were like a ignited flame, burning more and more intensely. Her voice was full of mania and unwillingness: "Not enough! Not enough!"

Her body almost trembled, and the madness in her eyes almost made Rogge unable to extricate himself...

Rogge lay across her body, his voice low and firm: "Furong, go to the Far East, I need your help."

He didn't want Fleur to get involved in the battle easily. And there are some places in this world where even magic has to be avoided. In addition, Thompson has set up an auction house, and Fleur can help sell those antiques that travel around the world.

"Okay." Fleur answered without any hesitation. She could feel the heavy pressure in Rogge's heart, and that heavy sense of responsibility made her decide to fight alongside him.

The originally long summer vacation seemed to become short in an instant. Using the intelligence provided by Rogue, Delis successfully thwarted the Death Eaters' revenge against Goyle and the Crabbe family.

Voldemort's revenge made Malfoy and others completely understand that he would never forgive the betrayer.

With the Ministry of Magic becoming their only option, those once wavering families began to take a firm stand. Amelia was very satisfied with this. The continuous growth of the Auror team gave them more confidence to fight against Voldemort. All of this is preparation for the upcoming decisive battle.

While everyone was gearing up for war, Voldemort and his Death Eaters seemed to have disappeared from the world, and neither Amelia nor the Order of the Phoenix could find any trace of them.

As time goes by, people's vigilance gradually relaxes. However, at this moment, shocking news came from Beihai.

Azkaban, the wizarding prison that was once considered impregnable, was actually broken into by Voldemort himself. All the managers in the prison had their souls sucked away by the dementors and turned into walking zombies without life or will.

After completing this terrible destruction, Voldemort disappeared again. The Ministry of Magic conducted a comprehensive search, but still could not find any trace of him.

"Special cases have emerged in Mogadishu... The pound exchange rate fell to..." The news flash under the TV kept scrolling. Roger and Daphne sat together and discussed how to use magic to transform the two-way mirror into a similar device.

Greengrass's second young lady, Astoria, comes running in every three minutes. Take a book off Daphne's shelf and return it with another.

"What happened to her?" Roger took out the two-way mirror and removed its frame.

Daphne let out a chuckle, looked at her sister's back as she ran back to her room, and said, "Maybe I'll look up some information for my homework."

"If she makes a few more trips, you'll get used to it." Daphne waved her wand gently, and a beam of light shot out from the tip, accurately dismantling the Muggle TV set in front of her into parts.

"This is the signal receiver, this is the screen..."

Each time Daphne held up a part, Roger helped explain their function. Since she had made interactive magic picture books before, it was not difficult to understand this type of technology.

“We don’t need to consider energy issues, so we can make it thinner and lighter,” Rogge said as he fixed a two-way mirror on the wall of the corridor and began to transform the remaining one.

The sales of the magic phone that Bojin Bock purchased that year were dismal. Wizards already liked to use owls to send messages. Besides, two-way mirrors were still used for video chat.

This is also one of the few products that Rogge failed to transform. Therefore, he decided to create a platform product based on the two-way mirror, which was upgraded from a single fixed chat function to a magic prop that can receive public broadcasts.

The first step is to enable two-way mirror televisions to receive public messages on fixed channels. Then, find the market entry point and its granularity with the Ministry of Magic to open up the blue ocean market. The key to the problem is no longer to find the key issues, but to allow wizards to move from print media to the multimedia era and experience various events in the magical world in real time...

While Daphne was thinking, she started to disassemble the other pairs of two-way mirrors and connected them to each other with a wand.

"Roger, okay, give it a try." She shouted out the door, then closed the door.

Rogge stood in the corridor, cleared his throat, and began to experiment: "The weather is sunny today and the air is fresh..." His voice was transmitted back through the two-way mirror.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Astoria stood nearby and asked with a smile, "You look so silly."

Rogge did not argue with her, but pointed to the two-way mirror on the wall and asked, "Do you want to try it? Everyone inside can see the way you are here."

"A two-way mirror can do this." Astoria curled her lips and pretended to go downstairs.

Luo grabbed her and introduced her carefully: "Then can you see what Sister You is doing in the house now?"

Astoria was stunned for a moment, and quickly turned her little face over to take a look. However, the two-way mirror on the wall looked like an ordinary mirror, reflecting her face and making it impossible to see Daphne in the room.

"I don't believe it." She pouted and said stubbornly, "Daphne must have covered the other mirror."

"How about we make a bet?" Rogge suggested with a smile, "You stand here and mark the numbers with your fingers, and then Daphne records it in it. If she can record it verbatim, you lose."

"I won't lose!" Astoria shouted firmly, "But if you lose, you can't come to my house."

"I don't believe you are looking for Daphne to study Muggle televisions." She muttered quietly, with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

Rogge touched his nose awkwardly, not taking her last words to heart. He nodded and agreed without hesitation: "No problem, but if you lose...well, how about being my maid for half a day?"

"Maid?" Astori showed his fangs like a ferocious little tiger and glared at him, "I am Miss Astoria! You, you actually asked me to be your maid?"

"Second Miss." Roger touched her head and corrected with a smile, "Daphne is older than you, isn't she?"

"Hmph, those older than me are all old women." Astoria immediately retorted, and at this moment, the sound of her mother coughing suddenly came from behind.

Her expression suddenly became aggrieved, she turned around and ran into Mrs. Greengrass's arms, saying coquettishly: "Mom, Roger is bullying me! Can you drive him away?"

"Stop making trouble." Mrs. Greengrass gently twisted her daughter's nose, then looked at Roger with a smile, "Afternoon tea is ready. Let's go to the garden to rest for a while."

"Thank you, Auntie." Rogge expressed his thanks politely and looked at Astoria with a smile, making her stomp her feet in anger.

"Hey, are you scared?"

"Who is afraid of you?" Astori pointed to the mirror on the wall and said, "If you lose, in addition to the conditions just now, you will also have to be my servant for half a day."

"Deal!" Rogge stretched out his palm and patted her. Then he stepped back and gave his place to Astoria.

She pulled out her wand and tried to remove the two-way mirror from the wall: "No, what if Daphne peeks through the door?"

"Let me help you." Rogge tapped his wand lightly, and the mirror fell lightly into his hand.

Astoria covered it and ran quickly towards the garden, not forgetting to shout over her shoulder: "Don't follow me and peek."

"Don't watch? What if you cheat?" Rogge deliberately teased her.

"Whoever cheats is a puppy!" Astoria caught a glimpse of Rogge following behind and snorted to express her dissatisfaction.

Mrs. Greengrass sat under the vines, watching her little daughter running over with a mirror in her arms, and frowned curiously.

"Mom, this is not an ordinary mirror..." Astoria explained, and then began to quickly trace numbers with her fingers on the mirror.

Rogge shook his head slightly and reminded: "Are you going to form a seal? How can you remember it so quickly?"

"I want you to take care of..." Before she could finish her sentence, Mrs. Greengrass patted her gently as a sign of politeness.

Astoria's voice gradually weakened, she pouted and continued to gesture with her fingers, as if in silent protest.

"4, 8, 1...6..." Rogge muttered silently while writing down the numbers she wrote on the parchment.

She gestured for five minutes, until her fingers were so tired that they cramped.

"Ok?"

"Of course!" Astoria said proudly. She ran to her mother, picked up a cookie, and smiled in victory.

Roger shouted into the mirror: "Daphne, we are in the garden."

Then, he handed the parchment filled with numbers to Mrs. Greengrass and sighed deliberately: "You can only express 1-10, it's too easy."

"Tch, do you still have to take off your shoes, including your toes..." Astoria muttered disapprovingly.

"Ahem, Astoria, don't talk nonsense." Mrs. Greengrass interrupted her immediately, with a hint of seriousness in her tone, "You must speak and behave like a real lady..."

"I know~" She took her mother's arm and acted coquettishly, her behavior was far from "ladylike".

Roger smiled and handed her another way to represent numbers. Only one hand is needed to express 1-10. Astoria said disdainfully: "I don't want to learn."

Daphne came over quickly from upstairs. She looked at her sister with a smile and handed her the numbers she had written down.

Astoria's heart skipped a beat and she quickly took the parchment from her mother's hand to compare. Her mouth was pouted higher and higher, as if it could hang an oil bottle.

"You guys are in partnership!" she protested unyieldingly.

"Astoria, if you lose, you lose." Mrs. Greengrass shook her head slightly, with a teaching tone in her tone, "We are not people who cannot afford to lose, are we?"

"Okay, I give up." She muttered, then pointed to the mirror on the table and asked, "Why is your two-way mirror one-way?"

"Oh?" Mrs. Greengrass raised her eyebrows slightly and examined the modified two-way mirror curiously, "Isn't it different from an ordinary two-way mirror?"

"A little bit." Rogge nodded and began to explain, "I took apart the two-way mirror and used one piece as the main mirror. Then I used magic to allow the other mirrors to receive the image and sound of the main mirror."

Mrs. Greengrass nodded repeatedly, her eyes revealing her appreciation for Roger's creativity, "Genius design and idea, it reminds me of the Floo Network invented by Mr. Will Smith."

"Many centuries ago, wizards could only quickly travel to distant places through Apparition or Portkeys. At that time, you even had to bring your own carriage to go to Hogwarts." She recalled, "But the invention of the Floo Network solved the problem. For these questions, if you stand in the fireplace and throw Floo powder, you can go to another fireplace through the Floo network."

She looked at Rogge with eyes full of admiration, "This is a great improvement, Rogge, your name will be written in the history of magic."

"Mom, is it really that powerful?" Astoria questioned unconvincedly, "The two-way mirror can communicate directly. It's just a little clever at best."

"Astoria, this is a major change, especially for today's Ministry of Magic." Mrs. Greengrass shook her head and said firmly, "With it, even the Minister, Madam, will be able to tell all wizards in the magical world Give a speech."

Roger enthusiastically pulled Daphne to his side and said with a smile: "It's also thanks to Daphne. Her previous experience in making magic picture albums has been a great help."

Daphne's face was as red as a tomato, she lowered her head and clasped her fingers.

Mrs. Greengrass smiled softly and pulled Astoria out of the garden. Before entering the house, she made a suggestion: "Two-way mirrors are relatively rare. If we want to reach the level of popularity of floo network, ordinary mirrors need to be able to achieve similar functions."

"For example, a magic spell or a magic consumable like Floo powder?" She thought for a moment and revealed a piece of information to Rogge: "There is a mysterious company in Diagon Alley that specializes in producing Floo powder. It never opens for business. , no one ever answers the door knock.”

"But you know, there's never a shortage of it in the wizarding world."

Astoria made a face at them, completely forgetting about the bet.

"Your mother is so kind." Roger pulled Daphne and sat in the swing. He gently pushed aside Daphne's long hair and stared at her shy cheek.

"They will see it..."

"Definitely not!" Rogge kissed her secretly and smelled the ylang-ylang in her hair, "Are you interested in opening a magic company?"

"Huh?" Daphne looked at him in surprise, not reacting yet.

Rogge gestured to the modified two-way mirror with his eyes and explained: "As your mother suggested, we can imitate the method of magic floo powder so that ordinary mirrors can also achieve similar functions."

"Wizards can watch the Ministry of Magic's lectures through the mirror, just like Muggles, and can even watch theatrical performances." A smirk appeared on his lips, "Do you remember Professor Lockhart's Christmas play?"

"That vampire story..."

Before she could finish speaking, Rogge fell back and pulled her to lie on the swing and sway in the wind. The sun shines through the grape trellis, casting mottled light and shadow on them.

The summer breeze blows by, bringing the fresh scent of grass and trees, making people feel extremely comfortable. Daphne snuggled into his chest, and the two began to discuss the next transformation plan and how to start it.

"How about using something similar to gems?" Rogge said while gesturing in the air. His fingers outlined the shape of a square, and then drew a gap. "We can put gems in it so that we can see A program prepared by the Ministry of Magic.”

"I think diamonds are good." Rogge thought for a moment and roughly made a specific plan.

"Diamond?" Daphne blinked her big bright eyes and asked in surprise: "Isn't it very expensive?"

"When we include Muggles, the average per capita is at least 15 grams. Moreover, it can be made with magic." He told Daphne how Muggles can make diamonds. With the help of magic, material and process problems will not be a problem. .

"How about one diamond worth a month?"

"Isn't it too luxurious?"

Rogge shook his head and explained: "We are wizards. Besides, we can't be worse than Floo fans, right?"