A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Deluxe had no doubts about Rogge's inventive ability. He believed that Rogge could bring an outstanding aircraft to the magic world in the future. But now, the Aurors needed something else.

"Can you create a set of protective equipment for us?" he asked, with a hint of urgency in his tone, "the kind that can resist evil curses."

Rogge nodded slightly, lowered his voice and said, "You mean, the kind that can resist the Unforgivable Curse?"

"How can that evil curse be blocked?" Delis shook his head immediately, "I mean, something that can withstand the level of Expelliarmus."

"It's very simple." Rogge said with a smile, his eyes flashing with wisdom, "Do you know trolls? Their skin is naturally resistant to magic. Dragon skin has a similar effect, but the cost is too high."

He took out a silver snake bone necklace from his collar, with a sparkling gemstone inlaid on it.

He introduced to Delis: "This is the Amulet of Arcadia, a rechargeable alchemical item. It can provide protection against ordinary spell attacks once a day."

"But so far, I have never used it once." Rogge thought for a moment and then said, "There is also a method that is very popular among Hogwarts students to resist prank spells. If this spell is cast on ordinary people, It can also produce a certain defensive effect on clothing.”

"As for the Unforgivable Curse, it's not impossible to defend against it." He deliberately raised his voice to ensure that the people behind him could clearly catch every word.

In addition to the Ministry of Magic, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​also a potential high-quality customer. Even if Voldemort could deign to do so, he would not mind selling protective items to Death Eaters. But it’s possible that they don’t dare to use it even after buying it.

Sure enough, his words attracted the attention of several people on the flying broomstick, and even Dumbledore's eyes were cast over.

In Dumbledore's vast knowledge of magic, there were only a few ways to withstand the Unforgivable Curse: between the twin wands made of Fawkes' tail feathers, Fawkes himself, the legendary Elder Wand, and the most plain of walls.

While the latter may sound ridiculous, it's true that magic's most vicious spells can't penetrate it.

"Imagine if every Auror carried a stone pillar with them..." Rogge suggested.

Delis immediately interrupted Rogge's idea, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Rogge, we are not dragons, we don't have that much power."

He bluntly pointed out the problem: "Moreover, if you have time to take out the stone pillar from your pocket, why not use that time to avoid the attack?"

"Oh." Rogge responded, still speaking calmly: "I heard that there is a mysterious bone chain from Tibet that can withstand an attack from the Unforgivable Curse."

Harry's heart skipped a beat as the word "bone chain" touched his memory, making him think of Cedric involuntarily.

He remembered that from the first Triwizard Tournament to that dark and eerie cemetery, Cedric's wrist seemed to have been wrapped with bone artifacts. He had some doubts, that was the Tibetan bone chain mentioned by Rogge.

"Tibet is too far away from us." Delis shook his head. He thought for a moment and said seriously: "We can find the inventory of troll skins and dragon skins from the Ministry of Magic, and then give them to Madam Malkin to make anti-spell clothing. As for the spell you mentioned to resist mischief, can you teach us?"

He paused and then continued: "As for the Arcadia amulet you are wearing, it is small and hidden. The Ministry of Magic needs at least five hundred."

Rogge opened his mouth slightly, as if he had ruined the twins' future big business. But he immediately smiled and responded in a brisk tone: "That is a derivative version of the Iron Armor Curse. I will write it to you when I get back. By then, you can apply the spell to ordinary clothes."

"As for the talisman, of course it can be made, but it will take some time..."

Sirius was listening to their discussion, and the two guys didn't feel the heaviness of finding Regulus's body at all.

His heart became extremely heavy, and he turned around and said loudly to Harry: "Did you hear that? These are cold-blooded pure-blood wizards. They care about their own interests anytime and anywhere. They are a group of exquisite egoists..."

His voice was full of anger, and he felt extremely disgusted with Delis and Rogge who only cared about personal interests.

In response to Sirius's direct and sharp accusation, Rogge just shrugged and did not refute. He accepted the other party's criticism and understood his psychology.

However, protecting the living is far more meaningful than mourning the dead.

The atmosphere in the team became a little awkward as a result, and Delis returned to his usual cautious behavior, silently lowering his head and focusing on the flight ahead.

Rogge took out his magic wand and waved it lightly, transforming a porcelain cup into a flat tabletop, allowing it to float steadily on the magic carpet, maintaining a proper angle with the magic carpet. In the upper left corner of the table, there is even a desk lamp that emits orange light.

A sketching quill was suspended in front of the table. Following Roger's thoughts, it began to automatically draw various patterns.

Durmstrang's old sailing ship first came to his mind, and his quill drew the Jackdaw in his memory in detail. But soon, he felt that these designs lacked modernity, so he redrawn a disk-shaped spacecraft.

Just as he was deep in thought, considering which design he should choose to build, Kreacher suddenly pointed to the cliff by the sea and broke the silence in the air: "The grotto is right there."

Sirius was like a rocket, rushing out of the team in an instant and quickly disappearing in front. Immediately afterwards, Harry, Lupine and others also increased their speed, whizzing past Rogge's ears one after another.

In the end, only Roger was left sitting leisurely on the magic carpet. Following Kreacher's guidance, he slowly floated forward on the sea level.

In the east at this moment, the purple mist is gradually dissipating, and the morning light is struggling to break free from the surging waves. Although the dark ocean tried its best, it could not stop the sun from rising from the distant horizon, bringing light and warmth.

Dumbledore and others had landed on the cliff, and they looked curiously at the steep rock wall below.

Under the erosion of sea fog, the reefs appear rougher and harder, with bare surfaces, and even seaweed cannot adhere to them. Waves of violent waves are constantly hitting these rocks, and countless foams are churning in the water, trying to climb up.

Roger gently kicked the foam a few times, and the waves immediately surged up with more foam. He quickly climbed up with Kreacher, and at the same time raised his head and shouted to Dumbledore and others: "It's high tide now, the entrance is submerged by sea water, won't you guys come down?"

However, the sound of the waves hitting the rocks was so loud that his shouts were completely shattered.

Dumbledore seemed to remember something, and his memory returned to decades ago. So he pointed to the mountainside in the distance and muttered something, as if he was telling something important.

"It's really not a good place." Rogge complained secretly, and the bread in his hand was wet by the sea water again. He glanced up twice and said to himself: "I wonder what they are doing up there?"

At this time, the sun has not yet fully risen, and the remnants of the night are even more intense. They cover the entire cliff, preventing the wizards on the cliff from discovering its little secrets.

"That's the orphanage where Tom lived." Dumbledore explained to the wizards around him. "There is a place that can barely be called a village. Tom and other orphans lived there."

"He was not a popular child." Dumbledore's eyes flashed with a complicated light, and then he turned to look down the cliff. "He once brought the children who were bullied by him to this place."

"Why?" Harry asked in confusion, "This is not a suitable place for a picnic."

Dumbledore nodded and explained softly, "Probably to enjoy the fun of scaring them. Especially looking down from here, it takes a lot of courage to stand still."

"Let's go." He smiled and motioned for everyone to climb down together: "I'm afraid Rogge is already waiting below."

When Harry heard Dumbledore's words, he couldn't help but smile. It doesn't seem like a bad thing to let Rogge wait a little longer.

Dumbledore carefully climbed down, pondering the connection between these locations and the Horcruxes. He vaguely felt that the place where Tom chose to hide the Horcrux was closely related to his personal experience.

The sun gradually rises, and the golden-red light continues to grow and become brighter in the waves of the sea. Soon, the entire cliff was illuminated by warm sunlight, and Dumbledore and others no longer needed to rely on the faint fluorescent light from the wand to illuminate the dangerous path.

Rogge looked at Moody. His movements were like a lame lizard, climbing among the rocks in an awkward posture. Especially his prosthetic leg, which made a clanking sound every time it hit the rock wall.

"Master, why don't they use flying brooms?" Kreacher asked curiously.

"Because the principal wants to come down with bare hands. This is the power of example. You have to study hard." Rogge glanced at them again and secretly sighed: "They are such a strong group of old, weak, sick and disabled people. Is it difficult to use a levitating spell on yourself? ?"

He didn't understand, but he was glad that he didn't fall on the cliff and go through unnecessary warm-up exercises.

As the oldest wizard in the team, Dumbledore is the most agile. While Harry was still halfway up the cliff, he was already descending lightly.

"Roger, the sunshine is so beautiful, doesn't it arouse your interest in sports?" he asked with a smile.

"No." Rogge shook his head firmly, "Look at Harry Potter, his palms were scratched by stones. He's so thin, he might as well eat more to gain weight."

As he spoke, he took out a bottle of white fresh potion from his pocket and threw it to Professor Luping, who came down second.

"Thank you." Lu Ping poured the potion on his palm, and the wound scratched by the sharp stone visibly converged and healed.

A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he asked curiously: "Did you make this yourself? It feels much better than what is sold on the market."

Rogge nodded and explained softly: "I have slightly improved the formula, and the effect is a little bit better."

As they talked, others climbed down safely. Moody took his knife out of his pocket and began to repair his wooden leg.

"The entrance was submerged by the sea due to high tide, so we have to dive in." Roger pointed to the crack under the sea and said to Moody: "Half of your legs are made of wood, I'm afraid you won't sink."

Moody was stunned for a moment, looking a little unconvinced by Rogge's words. He glared at Rogge, then poked the prosthetic leg a few times with the knife in his hand, and reattached it.

"Let's go." Seeing that everyone was ready, Dumbledore slid from the rocks into the water, holding his wand in his mouth and adopting a very standard breaststroke posture. Harry followed closely behind him, with a bubble wrapped around his head.

When Moody passed by Rogge, he paused deliberately and said with a hint of provocation: "Watch carefully." Then he gathered his body and smashed into the seawater like a cannonball.

"Hey, there's something." Rogge smiled and motioned for Kreacher to wait for him in the cave first.

The fissures beneath the sea look like gnawing black abyss, their passages slimy and narrow. Harry's wand was still glowing, illuminating the rock face as shiny as Borginbok's hair.

They swam all the way to the deepest point and found a staircase leading to a large cave. When Dumbledore emerged from the water, Kreacher was waiting for them on the shore.

"Master, wipe it off quickly." As soon as Rogge landed, Kreacher took out a towel from his bag and served him diligently.

Blake pulled out the seaweed from his nostrils and snorted angrily, seeming to criticize Kreacher's actions.

"Squeamish young wizard." His sarcastic skills seemed to be getting better.

Dumbledore raised his wand high, and he slowly turned it in a circle, carefully looking at everything around him. "It is indeed this place. It has been enchanted."

Delis took out the magic projector from the traceless expansion pack and prepared to record everything around him.

"The entrance still has to go inside." Kreacher hurriedly introduced, "The Dark Lord has left a trap here, and Kreacher has written down the route to enter..."

Before Kreacher could finish his words, Dumbledore began to recite a strange spell. He gently stroked the blackened stone wall with his fingers and walked around twice from the right.

"That's not a trap, but an obstacle that prevents us from entering." He finally pressed his hand flat on the stone wall and said, "Here, the entrance is hidden here."

Kreacher was so surprised that he opened his mouth from ear to ear, and Harry said proudly: "The professor is the greatest white wizard of this century."

Dumbledore took a few steps back from the stone wall, pointing his wand at the rock. Suddenly, the outline of an arch appeared there, emitting a dazzling white light.

Looking at the entrance that appeared in front of him, the smile on Harry's face became even brighter. His head was raised slightly, like a victorious rooster.

But soon, the arch disappeared from the stone wall. Dumbledore smiled awkwardly and began to think about the reason.

Rogge suddenly suggested: "Principal, let Kreacher try it."

"It can use Disapparation here. A door that cannot be opened from the outside may be easy to open from the inside." He explained softly, without any hint of ridicule in his tone.

Dumbledore nodded, not caring about his reputation as a professor and principal. Although he already understood that sacrificing blood would fix the entrance. But since Rogge suggested other solutions, why not give them a try.

Kreacher, who returned to his hometown, quickly disappeared into thin air. It stood by the black lake and looked at the calm lake. Below, there were countless pale corpses. Its body trembled subconsciously, but when it thought of its master's order, it still mustered up the courage and ran towards the arch.

Rogge was right, the mechanism designed by Voldemort was one-way. He never thought that someone could jump over the trap and not follow the predetermined route.

Therefore, the arch that was invisible to the outside world was directly exposed on Kreacher's side. Kreacher saw a large stone blocking the middle of the doorway, preventing anyone from entering or exiting.

Kreacher recalled the floating spell that Rogge had taught the elves and decided to try casting a spell on the stone. A beam of light emerged from its fingertips and pushed the stone out instantly.

"Kreacher, well done." Rogge's voice came from outside, making Harry on the side look even more embarrassed.

Principal Dumbledore, whom he admired, was not as powerful as the house elf. "However, if the principal can use Apparition, he can also solve it!" He told himself secretly.

Dumbledore nodded to Kreacher and reflected to himself: "It seems that I ignored the abilities of the house elves."

"They took advantage of a legal loophole." Moody snorted and pointed out, "The Ministry of Magic has never allowed house elves to learn spells."

"Mad-Eye, your former boss at the Ministry of Magic is right next to you." Rogge pointed at Delis and retorted rudely, "He didn't say anything, so just worry about it. People are retired, and there are still So dedicated?”

Dumbledore coughed a few times and stopped the quarrel among several people. Then he walked into the doorway first and shouted: "Follow me."

"Master, the boat is on the island in the middle of the lake, but it has sunk to the bottom of the lake." Kreacher ran into the distance in a small step, pointing to the air in front of him and said, "There is a chain under the water. I saw with my own eyes that the Dark Lord used it to pull the boat. . That green boat can carry two people at a time.”

Sirius suddenly interjected, doubt in his voice: "Can't we just fly over?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone around him looked at him, their eyes seeming to say: Are you serious?

Sirius touched his nose in embarrassment and whispered softly: "I was just talking casually, let's go by boat."

Rogge followed Kreacher's guidance and stretched his hands forward to grab the invisible object. The texture is a bit cold, like a stake holding an iron chain.

His face darkened slightly, it was obvious that the weight of this thing was beyond his expectation. His muscles tensed and he pulled hard, followed by a low cry: "Come out!"

The lake suddenly exploded into a water line, and a green copper chain as thick as a python was pulled out from the bottom of the water. The water drops slid down the chain and dripped into the lake, making a crisp ticking sound.

Dumbledore opened his mouth, wanting to remind Rogge that he could use magic to make the chain slide over on its own, but Rogge's movement was too fast, and the entire chain was pulled up quickly by him like a rope.

Copper chains as thick as bowls were piled up on the shore, making a clanking sound. In an instant, the entire cave echoed with their songs.

"It's really heavy." Rogge wiped the sweat from his forehead and pointed at the green boat and said, "Then, who will go over first?"

"I'll go first." Moody and Sirius spoke almost at the same time, their voices intertwined in the air.

The two looked at each other and smiled, seeming to have reached some kind of tacit understanding at this moment, "It just so happens that this boat can accommodate two people."

"No, not two people." Dumbledore immediately stopped him, with unquestionable authority in his voice.

He stared at the green boat with his wise eyes, as if he could discern the mystery inside: "Voldemort's boat is not measured by weight, but by magical power. I think that the curse cast on this boat can only be used every time. A wizard."

"Me first!"

"Me first!"

Moody and Sirius refused to give in to each other, and their quarrels echoed in the cave, like two sharp swords crossing in the air. They both want to leave danger to themselves and safety to each other.

The sound of their quarrel echoed throughout the cave. Rogge rubbed his ears, feeling a little headache from their noise.

He shouted: "Stop arguing, can't we just boil the water and walk over?"

He threw away the chain in his hand, and the rich fire element gathered in his palm. The fire element was so strong that the surrounding air was distorted by it.

Immediately afterwards, five burning fireballs formed in his palm. They burned like five small suns. Rogge raised his arm and threw the five fireballs into the black lake.

"Rogge!" Sirius shouted, his voice full of shock and anger: "I will fight with you..."

But before he finished speaking, five fireballs exploded into five huge streams of water in the lake. Then, there is no more.