A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Daphne digested Roger's suggestion and thought about it seriously. If diamonds could be synthesized as easily as he described, that would be quite attractive indeed. What girl doesn't like diamonds?

She pondered for a while, frowning slightly, and then a flash of light flashed in her eyes. "But embedding diamonds in a mirror is a bit too fiddly."

She looked at Rogge and said softly, "We might as well grind the diamonds into fine powder, just like those mysterious Floo powders. Just wave it towards the mirror, and the sparkling powder will be so beautiful that you will be intoxicated." ”

Rogge nodded, then took out a notebook from his pocket and began to record the two of them's whims. As Mrs. Greengrass said, using ordinary mirrors to receive information will allow all wizards to enjoy the benefits of magical progress at any time.

Compared to the Floo Network, wizards do not need to build a fixed fireplace, they just need to carry a mirror with them. Moreover, the Ministry of Magic's supervision of such mirror communications will certainly be more relaxed. After all, the mirror is just a receiving end, and all information needs to be transmitted through the mother mirror.

He continued to think, the pen tip flying on the paper: "Daphne, I believe this will be a completely monopolized market, just like the company that produces Floo powder, it will be forever linked to the magical world. It Products that never go out of style.”

During these relatively peaceful days in the wizarding world, Roger and Daphne quickly turned their ideas into reality. He shuttled to Greengrass Manor via the fireplace almost every day, and life would definitely be better if Astoria wasn't constantly causing trouble.

The in-depth communication between Roger and Daphne could only be done gently in the early morning when Astoria was sleeping in.

"It's done!" Rogge clapped his hands excitedly and firmly fixed the mirror that was as tall as a person on the wall. His eyes were filled with a sense of accomplishment. "It's so beautiful."

Daphne nodded slightly and handed him the bowl filled with diamond powder, her eyes shining with joy. "We should give it a nice name, how about 'Light and Shadow Powder'?"

"Well, it's a bit formal." Rogge thought for a moment, and then his eyes lit up, as if he had come up with a brilliant idea, "Why not name it after dragon crystal."

He continued enthusiastically: "We can call this mirror that broadcasts news a 'Dragon Crystal Magic Mirror,' and the powder used for ordinary mirrors is called 'Dragon Crystal Powder.' It sounds noble and mysterious."

"Dragon crystal powder?" Daphne grabbed a handful of shiny powder and observed it carefully, then shook her head firmly, "But our product is made of diamonds, and there are no crystals in the dragon's body."

"They include dragon skin, dragon horns, dragon teeth, dragon meat..." She listed them one by one and said in a firm tone: "We can't mislead others, it is more appropriate to call it 'light and shadow powder'."

Roger thought for a while and finally agreed with Daphne. As for the name of the large glass mirror, she had no objection.

"Then let's give it a try." Daphne said, taking out the magic picture album she made a few years ago from the drawer and pasting it on the surface of the magic mirror.

Then, she eagerly dragged Roger to the living room and stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Mrs. Greengrass and Astoria also followed curiously and watched, expecting that a wonderful image would appear on the empty glass window in front of them.

Daphne glanced at Roger, and with the encouragement from his eyes, she sprinkled the light and shadow powder in her hand towards the window. At the same time, she whispered the incantation: "Everything appears."

As the spell sounded, the magic-added diamond powder shone brightly in the air. Under the influence of magic, the animated stories from the magic picture book began to appear on the windows.

The cute Mr. Tom Cat is holding a solo concert in the theater. It was wearing a tuxedo and a white bow tie. As the music played, it slowly opened its eyes and began to sing.

"The Barber of Seville," Mrs. Greengrass exclaimed in surprise, "This little kitten is so cute and can actually sing."

Daphne's mother is proficient in Italian and sings along with the music coming from the floor-to-ceiling windows with Tom Cat inside.

Astoria curiously reached out to grab Tom Cat, but all she encountered was hard glass. "It's not fun." She was a little disappointed.

Then, her eyes rolled mischievously. While everyone was focused on the image on the window, they sneaked up the stairs.

Just when Jerry was awakened by Tom's singing off the stage, Astoria had quietly stretched out her naughty palm and pulled off the blanket on the mouse in the album. She nudged Jerry gently, signaling him to hurry up and shut up the singing cat.

"...La, la, la..." Tom's baritone voice echoed in the room.

"Astoria!" Mrs. Greengrass discovered her prank and shouted, "No trouble!"

However, it was already too late.

Jerry picked up a hammer and hit the floor, causing Tom, who was playing the high notes, to unexpectedly fly out of the screen.

Her originally perfect chorus was completely disrupted, so she took her wand and angrily rushed to the second floor.

In the floor-to-ceiling window, Tom stepped heavily and sang bel canto to take revenge on Jerry who was causing trouble off the stage. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Mrs. Greengrass cast spells continuously, and the furniture in the room seemed to be given life.

The chairs and tables opened their legs briskly, and the mirrors floated towards Astoria like flying saucers... They made a creaking sound, as if laughing happily, and rushed towards Astoria together.

She turned pale with fear and ran up and down the stairs screaming. Under the orders of Mrs. Greengrass, the furniture chased after her, like ferocious monsters trying to devour her.

Astoria panted as she entered each room. Looking back, she saw the furniture getting closer and closer, almost grabbing the hem of her clothes.

At this moment, with Tom's singing, the rhythm inside and outside the mirror is so unified and harmonious.

"Here are the tools for my work!" Mrs. Greengrass sang the lyrics, pointing her wand at the paintbrushes and paint pots in the room... In a burst of magic light, they also opened their claws fiercely.

Immediately afterwards, even the quietly placed piano was activated by her spell and began to play automatically. The keys dance on their own and the melody floats in the air.

"Not this song!" Mrs. Greengrass stamped her foot and shouted at Daphne, "Let it play the song in the window."

"Mom, which chapter is the cat singing?"

""Make way for busy people quickly""

Rogge couldn't help laughing when he saw the chaotic scene in front of him: "He is indeed a busy man!"

Daphne was obviously well versed in this situation, and she quickly worked her magic to make the piano play in sync with the music in the window. The melody dances harmoniously, as if a warm wind envelopes the entire room.

Glass jars and ceramic cups also danced to the music, and they rushed towards Astoria, as if they were trying to surround her.

She finally escaped to her room, took out her wand and shouted, "Obstacles."

In an instant, the objects chasing her had to stop where they were. She smiled triumphantly, but in the next second, Mrs. Greengrass waved away the objects in the way and walked towards her firmly step by step.

In the floor-to-ceiling window, Tom was also punched under the wooden board with a sandbag. Jerry, wearing a tuxedo, took over his performance. Jerry on the stage sang the finale with a louder voice.

Listening to the scolding coming from upstairs, Roger shuddered involuntarily. He did not expect that Mrs. Greengrass, who usually seemed gentle and virtuous, would be so terrifying when angry.

He glanced at Daphne secretly, and she smiled helplessly, as if she was used to this kind of scene.

"If you hadn't been here today, my sister would have been miserable." She said, taking out her wand and tapping her palm gently, as if to demonstrate something.

Mrs. Greengrass finally stopped scolding her. She ordered Astoria to rearrange the room and the furniture and items activated by magic, "and clean up the walls contaminated by brushes and paints..."

Roger looked at the piles of tables and chairs on the stairs and the items that needed to be "restored to their original state" and couldn't help but sigh: "It's really a big project."

Mrs. Greengrass straightened her clothes and walked down with a smile, her mood seemed to have completely calmed down.

"Sorry, I made you laugh." She said to Roger, with a hint of apology in her tone.

"Daphne, you are not allowed to help her this time." She turned to Daphne and warned, obviously wanting Astoria to bear the consequences.

Rogge touched his nose awkwardly and silently sighed in his heart: "What a powerful expression management ability."

Daphne looked towards the second floor and saw Astoria's crying face, her big eyes looking lifeless and pitiful.

But under her mother's order, she could only shrug helplessly. I can only wait until my mother is busy to help my sister organize it.

"Since you have succeeded, you should go to the Ministry of Magic with your new invention." Mrs. Greengrass reminded, her tone gradually becoming serious: "The company that produces Floo powder is called Floo Cannon, and it is the only company in the UK that has a production license. "You can follow their model of cooperation with the Ministry of Magic and discuss your production plans with officials."

"Ever since the Daily Prophet's newspaper office was reduced to ashes in a mysterious fire, Rita has led her team to work underground." Her eyes revealed her expectations for them, and she warned them, "Now, regardless of the Ministry of Magic, Neither the Order of the Phoenix, nor the pure-blood family, nor the Death Eaters, can find her exact location. In other words, no one can influence her."

"I even suspect that the fire may have been a play she directed and acted in." Mrs. Greengrass shook her head slightly, "But if you think about it carefully, the witch doesn't seem to have such wisdom. She gained freedom and also lost it. A chance to speak out for the Ministry of Magic.”

"It is impossible for wizards to have no position." She turned her eyes to her daughter, with a hint of firmness in her tone: "Minister Amelia urgently needs to convey her determination to fight against the mysterious man to everyone in the magical world, but she found There is no reliable newspaper to spread this information.”

"She is not Dumbledore and lacks his charisma. If the newspapers don't report her news for a month, everyone needs to go to the Ministry of Magic to find out who is the current minister."

"Rogge, your magic mirror is a temptation she can't resist." Mrs. Greengrass's smile flashed with shrewdness, and she had a clear understanding of the current situation in the magic world. "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. ”

"Thank you." Roger expressed his sincere thanks.

He naturally understands Amelia's situation. But for some specific things, such as the company that produces Floo powder, he needs help from others.

If Mrs. Greengrass hadn't helped with the investigation, he would have had no idea that the company was called Floo Cannon (what a stupid name). Moreover, since the invention of Floo Network, it has been doing exclusive monopoly business. Think of the daily use of Floo Powder, and how wealthy its producers would be over the centuries.

Roger and Daphne exchanged a look, then walked upstairs. Astoria pouted, obviously still in a mood, and deliberately placed the plate on the stairs in an attempt to block their way.

"Yingardim Leviosa." Rogge waved his wand lightly, and the plates floated lightly and gave way to the passage.

He smiled and said to Astoria: "Miss Cinderella, you have to work hard too."

Astoria snorted in dissatisfaction and kicked Roger hard on the back, but under her mother's stern gaze, she had to start tidying up the house obediently. Although her movements were slow but full of determination, she carefully put every item back into its place.

Mrs. Greengrass is not only punishing her daughter for her misbehavior, but also teaching her how to manage the house. She was determined not to allow her daughter to become one of those pure-blooded scum children, lacking the most basic upbringing and self-discipline.

At the same time, Roger and Daphne returned to London through the Floo Network with the Dragon Crystal Mirror. The Ministry of Magic was extremely busy. Groups of paper cranes delivering messages were flying around in the air, forming a busy and spectacular scene.

"Isn't this Miss Tonks?" Roger greeted very warmly, "Oh, and Mr. Weasley and Mr. Schalke. Good afternoon, gentlemen."

His eyes swept around the hall, as if looking for someone: "Isn't Mr. Moody here?"

"He has retired." Tonks said sarcastically, "Kid, this is not the place you should be. Oh, and your little girlfriend."

Daphne heard their conversation in the fireplace and couldn't help but blush.

Rogge did not take Tonks' words to heart, and he politely gave up the passage to the wizard in the fireplace. At the same time, he secretly thought in his heart that except for the dead Mundungus, the Order of the Phoenix didn't seem to have changed much.

Just when Tonks was about to speak again, Delis hurried over with a warm smile on his face: "Roger, long time no see."

"You helped me a lot last time!" He hugged me warmly, as if meeting a close old friend.

Tonks opened her eyes wide in surprise. Is this still their unsmiling director of the Law Enforcement Department?

"Director?" She greeted softly, with a hint of uncertainty in her tone.

Delis looked back at her, noticed the person next to him, and the smile on his face quickly disappeared. His eyes swept over Arthur, and then stared closely at Schalke.

"Yes." He responded simply, and then walked towards his office with Rogge.

In the corridor on the second floor, the Aurors greeted him one after another, and Delis nodded solemnly in response, while telling Rogge softly: "Fudge is missing."

"Fudge?" Rogge repeated, surprise in his tone, "When did it happen?"

"After the Triwizard Tournament." Delis sneered, with a look of gloating on his face, "I'm afraid he was captured by the Death Eaters." There was an unconcealable sense of satisfaction in his words, as if No regrets about what happened to Fudge.

"His girlfriend is pitiful. I heard that she went to France with her child." There was a hint of sympathy in Delis's tone, and the conversation turned sharp. "On the other hand, Arthur has become the leader of those people."

"Against Amelia's wave?" Rogge asked.

"Who else could it be?" Delis sneered and pushed open the office door. "He is still a member of the Order of the Phoenix. Perhaps Dumbledore did this on purpose." He guessed maliciously.

The office was messy, with a simple bed next to the table piled with documents. It looked like Delis hadn't gone home to rest for a long time.

"I've been too busy lately." He smiled bitterly and moved the files on the sofa to make a place for the two of them to sit.

Rogge shook his head and thanked: "No need, Delis."

"I'm here to see Minister Amelia this time." He took out the dragon crystal mirror and signaled that he had something important to tell him.

"Come with me." Delis nodded without hesitation, "She has been going crazy during this period. The family members of the administrator of Azkaban come to make trouble every day. It seems that we are the soul eaters who suck away the souls of those people. Strange."

"Is there nothing St. Mungo's Magic Hospital can do?" Roger asked with concern.

"Them?" Delis shook his head. "Other than being admitted to the terminally ill ward, there is no treatment." His tone revealed his helplessness and disappointment at the current situation.