A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

The manor's forge has not been used for a long time, and the casting tools are covered with a layer of lonely dust. Rogge stamped his feet hard on the ground, but didn't hear any abnormal sound.

But he knew that there was a tunnel directly beneath the forge that led to the underworld. Wormtail is waiting for an order: an order that will allow him to obey his master's will and end his own life.

He paced back and forth in the house, thinking about how to effectively destroy the army of snakemen lurking underground. Inspiration flashed across the night sky like lightning, and he conceived a plan: if the ground was solidified with magic and only the forge was left, the enemy would definitely fall into a trap here...

As he thought, he clapped his hands suddenly, turned around and walked quickly towards the rockery: "Leh, you have to find a new place to sleep."

The three-headed dragon was reluctantly dragged out of the rockery and cast a dissatisfied glance at the flat and boring manor outside. Especially the little elves are so thin that you can blow them away with your breath.

It looked at the dragon cubs running around on its back with a look of despair.

"Master, the space here is too small, let me go back..." Laihe pleaded, even using other excuses to excuse himself: "If these young dragons hurt the flowers and plants, I will feel guilty. "

"Do as I say." Rogge's voice was firm and powerful, leaving no room for doubt. "After the completion, I will find you some female dragons..."

"Really?" Laihe immediately raised his giant wings and gathered the young dragons under him, his eyes flashing with excitement: "My powerful and kind master, your loyal servant Laihe hereby guarantees that they I will never harm any plant or tree in the manor.”

"That's good." Rogge said noncommittally, pointing to the forge next to him, with a hint of cruelty in his tone: "Maybe one day in the future, some strange creatures will emerge there. By then, you can deal with them as you like. "

"If you feel you need to keep them alive, list the specific reasons in detail, each one." He expressed his kindness uprightly.

Lech nodded quickly and promised in a loud voice that he would never let any thief go. As for reasons, to hell with that, that's red tape for wizards to consider.

Just as it continued to express its loyalty, a guest coming through the Floo network suddenly appeared in their sight.

"Hermione?" Rogge frowned slightly. With a war on the horizon, this is no time for leisurely romance.

In particular, Ariana was always by her side. If she was injured by the Death Eaters, the two old men Dumbledore would never let it go.

"Why, we are not welcome?" Hermione noticed the hesitation on his face, snorted coldly, and turned to Ariana, "Let's go back."

Rogge quickly walked over and gently pulled Hermione who was pretending to leave. He smiled at Ariana, then took Hermione aside and whispered: "Someone is planning to attack me recently. It is too dangerous for you to be here..."

Hearing what he said, Hermione's dissatisfaction immediately disappeared. She looked at Rogge with worried eyes and asked nervously: "Is it Voldemort or a Death Eater? Do we need to inform the principal? Rogge, how about we go to Hogwarts to find the principal."

Rogge shook his head firmly and interrupted her: "I am not a helpless Muggle boy. I have many powerful means."

"What I'm really worried about is you!" He paused and then said, "If you get injured in the battle, I will be sad for the rest of my life..." His voice was full of tenderness.

Hermione's heart beat with his words, and her eyes couldn't help but get wet. She hugged Rogge's neck tightly and kissed him passionately.

Seeing this scene, Ariana quickly turned her head and turned her gaze to Laihe, who was teasing the dragon cub not far away.

"Hello." She greeted softly and glanced back secretly.

Hermione hung tightly on Roger's waist like a koala, and their emotions merged fiercely in the deep kiss. Ariana didn't dare to look any further. The magic world in the last century was very conservative. She pinched the corners of her clothes nervously, trying to relieve her inner embarrassment by talking to the dragon.

Laihe's body tensed suddenly, feeling the danger from the timid witch in front of him. The dragon's intuition told it that she might have the power to kill herself.

"Damn!" it shouted in its heart, "Is this world so illogical? Forget it Rogg, the female creature in front of him is so terrifying!"

"Beautiful young lady, thank you very much." Laihe responded politely, and at the same time drove the snarling young dragons behind him. To prevent them from being captured by the witch in front of them and processed into potion materials.

Its other two dragon heads looked over Ariana's head, looking at Rogge. To its surprise, Rogge was actually nibbling with another witch.

It could not understand this ferocious movement and believed that the two were pitting their teeth against each other to determine who was stronger.

"Little greedy cat!" Rogge gently lifted Hermione's chin, "Be obedient and go back first. I'll find you after I finish dealing with them."

He looked at Hermione's blushing face, put his mouth close to her ear, and said softly: "Then, I'll eat you up in one bite."

"Bastard." Hermione bit Rogge's lip like a ferocious little tiger. She pursed her lips, savoring the taste of rust, and said firmly: "I don't want it! I want to be with you."

"On Halloween in the first grade, you asked me to leave and face the troll alone. This time, I want to be with you and no longer be a deserter."

Rogge was silent and did not respond immediately. His eyes were locked on Hermione's body, and from her firm eyes, he understood her determination. She would never leave this time.

"Okay, my soldier." Rogge finally compromised, patted Hermione on the back, and ordered: "You can stay, but you must completely obey the general's orders."

"No problem, Sir Travis." Hermione smiled, and then suddenly realized that Ariana was not far away.

She quickly got off Rogge and buried her head in her sleeves, not daring to show her face immediately.

Are you interested in visiting my library? “Roger’s posture was elegant and natural, and there was no trace of embarrassment on his face.

He introduced enthusiastically: "Although it may not be comparable to the library of Hogwarts in terms of the breadth and depth of magic, I can guarantee that it is absolutely unparalleled in terms of exploring the Muggle world and broadening the horizons of knowledge. ”

Rogge's words seemed to have some kind of magic power, instantly arousing Hermione's curiosity for knowledge. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and she could barely contain her inner desire for books.

"Really?" She looked at the library in the distance and said in a half-joking tone: "No wonder you always beat me every time you take an exam. It turns out that while I was enjoying my vacation, you were secretly reading."

Ariana smiled softly. She looked towards a certain direction in the main building and asked curiously: "Mr. Travis, is there a phoenix in your manor?"

"Phoenix?" Rogge was suddenly shocked. He didn't expect Ariana to be able to sense the unhatched phoenix egg.

This made him realize that the connection between the Dumbledore family and the Phoenix was much deeper than he had thought. Perhaps it was the silent power in her body that enabled her to detect that unique and intimate magic wave.

Rogge looked directly into her eyes and answered seriously: "As far as I know, the only phoenix in the magic world is on the perch in the principal's office. However, I did collect a lot of phoenix tail feathers."

“I even have a unicorn blanket with phoenix tail feathers on it.”

"Huh?" Hermione and Ariana exclaimed at the same time.

In the magical world, phoenix tail feathers and unicorn hair are extremely precious and sacred materials. Using them to make blankets is the ultimate luxury. It can even be said to be a sinful waste.

When they walked into the interior of this impeccably white building filled with countless books, they felt an unprecedented shock. The two looked around, and the books were divided into categories to form a "star ring". For a moment, I couldn't express it in words.

"This is the core of the entire library. You can call it the celestial sphere." Rogge raised his wand and pointed at the giant sphere suspended in the center. "All the books surround it. As long as you need it, those books will be there." Flying from the bookshelf to you.

In fact, this is also the safest place in Travis Manor. If a building is damaged, it can be rebuilt, and if Galleons are stolen, you can earn it again. But if these rare books and unique manuscripts are lost or damaged, it will be an irreparable loss and an unforgivable crime.

Ariana walked to the music area. With the help of magic, the music written by Muggles could also automatically play melodious melodies. She was like a light butterfly, drifting away surrounded by notes, completely immersed in countless beautiful music. She had forgotten the safe distance she should keep from Hermione.

"Let's go to the celestial sphere reading room. It can follow Ariana." Roger took Hermione's hand and flew into the sphere.

The gorgeous and complete test bench, the exquisite and huge astronomical telescope, the vast starry sky in the dome... all of this made Hermione instantly have the idea of ​​​​living here forever.

Like a curious baby, she explores the mystery of every item here. She even sat on a floating seat and stared through the telescope at the vast universe outside the atmosphere.

A happy smile filled her face, and then she jumped down from the seat and fell into Rogge's arms.

"Is that the blanket you were talking about just now?" Hermione's eyes fell on the dragon-skin lounge chair, and the phoenix tail feathers were shining with fiery red light.

Her eyelashes fluttered playfully, and she quickly pecked Rogge's face, as if she was hinting at something.

Faced with such a straightforward invitation, Rogge broke in without hesitation. This time there was no waiting, no tact, even the moment Hermione had just taken off her restraints, he began to ask endlessly. There is a whisper in the ear, a hot flame in the hand, and the emotions reach their peak in the intersection.

As a soldier of the general, she must do as she is told. Defense after defense, attack after attack... Under the leadership of Rogge, she experienced the posture and happiness of a winner.

The dragon skin beneath her body wrinkled with every effort she made, and the blanket she clenched tightly also left deep marks. As the night starlight penetrated from outside the library, Hermione was still fighting desperately.

"Roger...I..." Her voice was full of longing.

His soldiers gave orders, and her generals answered all their requests...

Emotions are like waves that rise and fall suddenly, ups and downs but intense. Unknowingly, the night passed quietly.

The morning light replaced the brightness of the stars. Rogge looked at Hermione sleeping peacefully in front of him, and couldn't help but want to know her better.

"I'll go out and tell Ariana that there are important magical topics being studied..." Hermione struggled to stand up, waved her wand lightly, and clothes flew out one by one.

Rogge responded and at the same time ordered the house elf to prepare some food and deliver it. Maybe Hermione's reasons were impeccable, maybe the books in the library were too attractive, and Ariana didn't realize that it was already the early morning of the next day.

She picked up the tea brought by the elf and let Hermione go on to her more important experiments first.

"I'm starving." Hermione jumped in cheerfully, her shoes slipping from her polished feet.

Rogge noticed her slightly frowning and asked with concern: "Does it hurt?"

"Isn't it because of you? Like a cow!" Hermione lightly beat his chest and lay on her side in front of Rogge. "Feed me." She pointed to the cookies not far away and glanced at him with a seductive look. .

Roger smiled and handed the biscuit over, and Hermione bit into it playfully, even gently biting his finger.

How could Rogge not be excited by such behavior? His other hand immediately slid down and began to swim downward from Hermione's waist. It releases healing magic at key locations.

"Dare you eat me? Look how I eat you..."

It’s such a hot summer day, so beautiful that people just want to indulge in the soft water.

It would be nice if there weren't those idiots trying to attack you. That way, he could study with Hermione in the private reading room and swim with her in endless knowledge.

Roger looked up, where Hermione was studying the unknown stars, wearing a starry swimsuit. He wanted to hold her in his arms and pour out his heart.

But not now, Kreacher told him that his uncle Buck was here. He visited as a Death Eater and wanted to purchase a dragon crystal mirror for Voldemort.

Rogge quickly calmed down from the entanglement of lust, and his thoughts returned to reality.

"As a Death Eater?" He frowned and thought secretly, "It seems that Buck also participated in the snake-man operation. That's right, Rocopic has already said that the mouse is only responsible for commanding the snake-man underground."

He walked out of the reading room and saw Ariana reading intently not far away. She has a special preference for music books, and even used transfiguration to make a piano so that she could play it herself.

"Don't come out." Rogge ordered, adjusting his mood and walking towards the living room.

Kreacher stood by the fireplace, holding a rag and wiping the emblem on the plaque over and over again. Buck looked at it in confusion and secretly complained: "It's only been three minutes, and you've already wiped it 30 times!"

He even suspected that the house elf had Alzheimer's disease.

"Uncle Buck, are you coming back to see the old house?" Rogge mocked in a joking tone, "Oh, I'm sorry. It's gone, and you and Voldemort will be too soon."

"As for the dragon crystal mirror, I don't think your half-blood master needs it." He crossed his legs and treated Buck with an arrogant tone and attitude.

Buck quickly adjusted his mentality and kept hinting to himself: "I am a Death Eater. I want to help the master get the magic mirror. I want to help the master contain him!"

"Roger, why are you so aggressive? What about Death Eaters?" Buck sneered twice and then said, "I'm not here to discuss ideas with you, I'm here to talk business with you."

"Travis represents the managers of the transportation hub. They will not refuse to do business with anyone. Neither will you, right?" The smile on Buck's face was full of meaning, as if to say: put away the unnecessary provocation and Make fun of it.

Rogge smiled and responded in a calm tone: "This is not just business. As buyers, you stand on the opposite side of the magic world."