A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Although these young dragons are not big in size, their claws are as sharp as steel. Their mouths spit out flames of different sizes, but with more smoke.

Rokobik hid behind Rogge in fear. It closed its eyes tightly, not daring to witness the scene that was about to happen. At the same time, I secretly prayed in my heart, hoping that I could escape.

"Quiet down, everyone." Rogge shouted at the snarling young dragons. He clenches his fists and uses sheer force to tell these little guys who is the most powerful creature here.

boom! boom! boom……

With a dull crashing sound, Rogge's fist hit the young dragon's head like a hammer. One after another, the young dragons fell to the ground like ripe fruits falling from the trees.

They staggered and tried to stand still, moving their paws left and right according to their own whims, as if they were drunk.

Seeing how powerful the two-legged creature in front of them was, the remaining two young dragons became frightened and turned around to flee towards Leh. But they soon realized that the big devil was following them, and they hurriedly sprayed smoky flames toward the rear in an attempt to intimidate the enemy.

Rogge sneered and waved his palm, easily scattering the dragon's breath that was beating like a bonfire. At the same time, he kicked away the dizzy young dragons on the ground and quickly came to the deserter.

The two hands were like giant pincers made of steel, quickly and powerfully locking the slender necks of the two young dragons. They immediately panicked, roared in fear, and looked at Lech who was watching the show not far away with eyes full of help.

Laihe's three dragon heads quickly rose up, looking at the sky with white clouds, as if there was a treasure like One Piece hidden there. It has long known that this wizard... no, its noble, kind and powerful master is extraordinary. Not only is his magic powerful, but his physical strength is not weaker than his own. It even suspected that Rogge was the wizard of dragon transformation.

Rogge didn't treat these cubs as affectionately as Hagrid, nor did he dote on them as much as Lech did. In his eyes, these little brats must realize that he is their master and their leader.

If they couldn't form such a concept in their brains, Roger didn't mind hanging their ignorant faucets on the mantelpiece. He grabbed the two dragon cubs and violently collided with each other, and then they became dizzy and lost consciousness like drunkards.

"Rocopic, the pet at home is a little disobedient and makes you laugh." Rogge said, while glaring at Lech, which was so frightened that he hurriedly covered his head with his wings, not daring to look directly at the owner's anger. .

Rocopic couldn't believe that this was an accident. Deep down in its heart, it firmly believed that Rogge was using the power of the dragon to intimidate itself.

Look at this majestic dragon in front of you. Its three heads are so terrifying and ferocious. The goblin felt his body trembling involuntarily, and even felt that he was not as big as Lech's fangs.

"Stand still." Rogge's voice was filled with unquestionable majesty. He waved the wand in his hand and revived the young dragon at his feet.

Almost instantly, these little guys came back to life and became full of life again. They looked at Rogge in fear, and ran towards Laihe one after another, yelling and swearing, as if they were complaining to Laihe.

There was a hint of helplessness in the smile on Rogge's face, and he had to wave his wand again to hang them in the air with a levitating spell. He stretched out his fingers and flicked them, and the dragon cubs spun like toy tops.

After a few more attempts, the young dragons finally understood who was the master here. Their boss, Laihe, did not dare to put up any resistance to this black-haired demon. They quickly stood up neatly, with tears in their big eyes, begging Rogge not to punish them again.

Rogge stretched out his palm and gently stroked their heads. At first, they cowered in fear, but soon discovered that this black-haired demon was showing kindness. As a result, they relaxed their bodies and accepted his touch obediently.

"Mr. Rogge, you are really a master at training dragons." Rocopic swallowed, his eyes showing his longing for those baby dragons, how he wished he could touch these cute dragon cubs.

"Maybe." Rogge's expression remained calm. He looked at Laihe and asked, "Someone is planning to murder me recently..."

"Master, is it it?" Lech interrupted Rogge directly. Three dragon heads quickly came over, and six eyes as big as lanterns tightly surrounded Rocopic.

Its large nostrils exhaled hot breath, and its snow-white dragon teeth shone with sharp light. Rocopic was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground. He quickly shouted in a crying voice: "No, it's not me. Roger, help me..."

Rogge did not stop Lech immediately, but watched this scene with interest. He hoped that Rokobik would reveal more information under Lech's threat. The art of negotiation often lies between this subtle oppression and fear.

Rocobic didn't know if he was frightened, but he kept shouting for help, and even started calling his mother in fairy language. However, even though he was extremely frightened, he still said nothing about the information.

"Leh, how can you intimidate our kind and generous Mr. Rocopik?" Rogge patted its dragon teeth and motioned for it to step back.

"Rocopic was trying to make money, no, for the safety of your master. He left Gringotts alone and came here to report the news." Rogge smiled and extended a friendly hand, as if to praise Rocopic. courage.

"I won't cut it in half today. The fixed price is 30,000 Galleons."

"Sir..." Rocopic tried his best to put away the tears in his eyes. Although his body was shaking under the threat of the dragon, his heart was dominated by greed, "Your price is too low..."

"Is it low? You should know that I have many friends in the wizarding world. Now the Director of the Department of Law and Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic is also my best friend."

"They didn't find any clues, but you are so sure that someone is going to kill me. So..." He paused deliberately, his sharp eyes piercing Rocobic's soul, "There is only one reason, there are goblins in the assassin team."

"You and I both understand that the defense of Travis Manor is extraordinary. But the sky and the underground are still not 100% protected." Rogge patted Lech's nose gently and boasted: "It is the sky. The overlord, a shrewd, powerful and fearless dragon."

"It will shed its last drop of blood in the air for its master."

Lech felt his nose itchy. When he heard Rogge propose the scenario of fighting to the death, his instinctive reaction was to resist. However, feeling the owner's cold and sharp gaze, it immediately puffed up its chest and let out a thunderous roar: "For the owner, I, Laihe, will not hesitate to die!"

"Ah... Sneeze..." It quickly turned its faucet head and sprayed out a spectacular waterfall of fire.

Flames billowed in the air, and the air twisted and trembled under the heat of the dragon's breath. Rocopic was shocked by this power and realized that Rogge was capable of fending off an army of tens of thousands of snakemen. Since the other party is so powerful, it seems that the price it has set in mind needs to be reconsidered.

"Mr. Rogge." Rocopic said in an extremely flattering tone, "I have witnessed your power with my own eyes. I believe those stupid assassins are destined to suffer heavy casualties and return without success. Their death and blood will create The fame of Travis and Leh the Dragon.”

"If you can raise the price a little, your humble and sincere elf friend, Rocopic, is willing to contribute a key piece of information for your victory."

"Oh?" A glint flashed in Rogge's eyes, and he gently raised his hand to ask Laihe to step aside.

"I'm glad that Rocopic is still willing to be my friend. Tell me your final offer, friend." He kindly grabbed the goblin's hand and pulled it up from the ground.

Rocopic's eyes turned as fast as windmills, and the preset quotation in his mind quickly dropped from 3 million Galleons to 300,000. It pinched its arms sadly, as if feeling pain at the concession it was about to make.

Finally, it gritted its teeth, stamped its feet, and decided to give Rogge another "huge discount": 9.9% off. In the goblin's business experience, this is the biggest concession it can make.

"You have to think carefully." Rogge interrupted Rocobic in time before he could speak. "As I said, you only have one chance to make an offer. I only treated the previous 3 million as a joke."

There was a kind of firmness in his words that could not be refuted, and this firmness made Rocopic feel tremendous pressure.

It began to hesitate. Although it didn't understand itself, it knew the negotiating partner in front of it very well. Rogge didn't have the arrogance that other wizards had when dealing with goblins, but he had a shrewdness that they didn't have.

Once he identifies something, he will definitely find ways to get it; and his promise will definitely be fulfilled. Rocobic is naturally willing to do business with such a friend, but it also knows that Rogge will keep the price as low as possible.

Amidst this pressure and hesitation, Rocobic had to review his offer again to avoid ending up in a situation where nothing was achieved and nothing was gained.

"Sir..." it took a deep breath and spoke slowly, constantly considering its next words, "If this is a one-time sale, I can completely accept your offer. I will sell those people's belongings for thirty thousand galleons. All information and courses of action.”

"But if you need a sincere friend, I think the value of this business is..." Rocobic considered it carefully, and finally a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he gave the desired offer with roaring strength, "200,000 ! That’s right, 200,000 galleons.”

A smile appeared on Rogge's lips. The price was indeed a bit high. But since Rocopic came here specifically to report the news, he could accept it.

"Dear Mr. Rocopic, you are still so generous and sincere." Rogge's tone became lighter, and he responded in an almost cordial manner, showing his magnanimity as a wizard, "How could I object to what my friend proposed? Where’s the quote?”

He smiled slightly and continued: "However, you also made me understand how much a sincere goblin friend is worth.

"170,000 Galleons, isn't it?" His tone was mixed with a hint of joking.

Rocopic was not ashamed but proud. He patted his chest and said proudly: "I think my own value is much higher than 170,000."

"I completely agree with this." Rogge signaled Chacha to prepare galleons. The Travis family did not put all their wealth in Gringotts. "However, if someone offers a higher price, you will definitely not hesitate. betray my true friend, and gain a more true friend.”

Rocopic did not refute, but responded in a joking tone: "You are my best friend and business partner. If I betray you... I have to pay more."

"There is no doubt about this." Rogge nodded, not angry because of Rocopic's straightforwardness. He opened the traceless expansion pack, and 200,000 Galleons poured down like a golden waterfall.

The sound of the collision of gold coins echoed in the air, crisp and sweet, like a magical piece of music. Rocopic was like a drunkard who had drunk countless fine wines, intoxicated in the hill of 200,000 galleons, and could hardly extricate himself.

"The agreement we reached does not include the traceless expansion pack." Rogge waved the money bag in front of Rocopic in amusement, and proposed a seemingly fair deal: "For 10,000 Galleons, you can get it." Take these gold coins with it.”

"Impossible!" Rocopic lay tightly on the gold coins, protecting them with his hands and feet. There was a firm light in its eyes, and it rejected Rogge's proposal without hesitation: "I won't buy it even for 1 copper nut."

"Oh, as expected of a goblin." Rogge was not fooled and said in a teasing tone: "Who doesn't know that a traceless expansion pack costs 1 galleons."

"Sir, you are the goblin." Rocopic snorted and shouted dissatisfied, "Look at its severe wear and tear and the ugly wrinkles on the leather. It is only worth 15 silver sikols. You profiteer. !”

"Thank you for your recognition and praise." Rogge looked at Rocopic randomly putting gold coins into his pocket and said with a smile: "You can tell me the information now. If it satisfies me, it can be used as a gift. For you."

The goblin's eyes shone with surprise, and it asked in a tone of disbelief: "Really?" When it saw Rogge nodding in confirmation, it sat down on the pile of gold coins and began to describe what it had said. Know the information.

"Not long ago, our king met with goblins from the United States." Rocopic said in an envious tone, "Oh my God, do you know, they can break through the constraints of the law and use wands at will." Because of the For the goblins, the use of wands had been taken away during the last rebellion.

"That guy wants to use our underground tunnels, you know, the tunnels we dig to go from London to the Brahmaputra River."

Rogge immediately thought of the foundry in the manor. The hole underneath it was the channel through which the goblins transported materials. Although currently blocked, it can be quickly drilled through if necessary.

He did not interrupt Rocopic, but listened quietly to his next words.

"Roger, do you know?" Rocobic waved his arms, as if he wanted to describe a huge scene, "I have never seen so many strange guys."

"They are called snake-men, and they are like small giant monsters covered in snake skin. There are a hundred thousand of them!" It lowered its head and looked at the gold coins, as if comparing the numbers, "That's half that many. But the snake-men are bigger than Gallon. Much bigger than us.”

Rogge's face became serious, if those snake people swarmed up through the goblin tunnel. Even if he could escape, his home would be completely destroyed.

"They gathered together and filled hundreds of passages." Rocopic sighed repeatedly, hoping to see a hint of surprise or fear on Rogge's calm face.

But Rogge's expression remained calm, unable to notice any negative emotions. It took a breath of disappointment and continued: "The wizard who can turn into a mouse will lead them to invade the manor from underground."

"The sky is the world of dragons, the ground is the world of wizards, but the underground is the world of our goblins!" Rocopic's voice became passionate, and he proudly declared: "No matter how many wars occur, wizards can't go underground. Fight with us."

"Oh, and this big lizard with three heads... no, no, no, giant dragon!" The proud Rocopic hurriedly concealed his true thoughts, for fear of being swallowed by Laihe or eaten by the young dragons.

Rogge coughed slightly and signaled Rocopic not to go off topic: "When will they start attacking? Are they going to dig a new tunnel or use the previous one?"

"I don't know the specific time." Rocopic shook his head. Seeing Rogge put away the traceless expansion pack, he hurriedly said: "The wizard doesn't know either. He seems to be waiting for some news before launching an attack. "

Seeing that the Wuhen expansion pack was completely taken away, it revealed more: "However, I didn't see the clansmen digging new tunnels. Especially near your manor, the king has not allowed us to come recently."

Rogge stared at it and asked sternly: "Is the tunnel under the forge not completely filled in?"

Rocopic smiled slyly, rubbed his hands unnaturally, and replied in a low voice: "Sir, you didn't pay us to fill it in back then. If you need it..."

"Don't alert the snake." Rogge shook his head and gave it the traceless expansion pack. "My friend, maybe you need a magic phone so you can contact me at any time."

"Mr. Rogge, can't you give me one?" Rocopic asked expectantly while checking the worthless purse in its mouth.

"Send? You are thinking nonsense. If there is any other information, I will also be willing to pay." He smiled, with a hint of humor in his tone, and continued, "Of course, if someone tries to turn you into his friend, I am willing to pay double the price to ensure that our friendship is as indestructible as steel.”

"Oh, you are so generous!" Rocopic shouted loudly while loading the gold coins, "Roger, you should have a drink for our everlasting friendship!"

"I'll bring you a pair of goblets if you'll bring me wine."

Rocopic's face darkened and his head shook like a rattle.