A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

In recent years, Roger has understood Dumbledore's plan. For this wise headmaster, the threat of the Dark Lord is nothing more than a chess piece in his hand. Even if Voldemort turns America into a scorched earth, Dumbledore still sits on the Diaoyutai. Because in front of his unparalleled power, Voldemort's fate has long been determined.

However, Dumbledore is not in a hurry to take action. His delay is not out of kindness, but out of careful planning for the future. His dispute with the Ministry of Magic and his debate with Minister Amelia are all for a higher goal: to cultivate a successor who can inherit his ideas.

As a wizard with a tragic fate, Harry Potter's life has been in the headmaster's plan from beginning to end. Dumbledore intends to use Voldemort's life as a boost to promote Harry to become a hero in the wizarding world and let him grow into a true savior.

The more sins the Dark Lord accumulates, the more Harry's extraordinaryness will be highlighted. At that time, the dilapidated wizarding world will be able to accept Dumbledore's ideas and shape a better wizarding world.

Moreover, Roger's catalysis changed his goal from the British wizarding world to the world. He was confident that he could do better than Grindelwald did. After all, the evil side was Voldemort, and he was the greatest white wizard of this century.

As for the Weasley family and Neville who left the Jackdaw Magic Society, they were just a part of the grand plan of the Phoenix Order. The Lionheart Shield they formed was more like a young bird under the wings of the Phoenix Order, learning to fly.

"That's fair." Roger gave Hermione a knowing smile, thinking to himself, "I pried away Miss Know-it-all and gave the principal a healthy herbalist. In addition, there are two powerful Longbottom wizards as a gift."

Hermione felt his gaze, a hint of shyness flashed in her eyes, and she whispered, "Don't stare at me like that."

Roger responded softly and continued to focus on his homework. Mr. Snape's snakeman paper, Professor Lupin's wand handle, Professor Flitwick's detailed explanation of spell casting... Every homework is a step for them to lead to the magic palace.

Unconsciously, all the homework was completed, and Roger felt satisfied. He stretched his tired body and slept deeply, then he noticed that everyone had gone back. Only Susan in the corner was lying on the table, and her even breathing revealed that she was immersed in sleep.

After thinking for a moment, Roger went over and gently shook her shoulders, whispering: "Susan, curfew is about to start, we have to go back quickly."

"What!" Susan's tired face flashed a trace of panic.

Since the first day she stepped into Hogwarts, she has been a model student who abides by school rules and has never violated the rules, let alone such a serious fault as violating curfew.

Roger took out his pocket watch and shook it in front of Susan. The movement of the pointer ruthlessly reminded her that there were only three minutes left before curfew.

Susan's heartbeat quickened. She bit her bloodless lips nervously and said in a panic, "I... I won't go back, right? It will take at least five minutes to run from here to Hufflepuff. I will definitely run into the prefect and Mr. Filch..."

Rogge looked at her anxious face and smiled and comforted her, "Don't worry, it's not that bad."

He smiled gently, and his firm voice dispelled the panic in her heart, "There are students wandering in the corridors of the castle every night. It's not difficult to avoid patrols."

He raised his wand and touched Susan's shoulder. As the tip of the wand emitted a faint light, Susan's body gradually became blurred and finally completely merged into the surrounding air.

"This is the Disillusionment Charm." Rogge explained with a smile, "It can make you blend perfectly with the surrounding environment like a chameleon. Well, it's equivalent to visual invisibility."

Susan looked at herself curiously. Her body seemed transparent but still had a sense of reality. "Rogge! This is the most useful spell I have ever seen. Now, I'm no longer afraid of being discovered." There was a hint of joy in her tone, and she couldn't help cheering in a low voice.

"What about you?" she asked quickly, "Do you also use the Disillusionment Charm?"

Rogge shrugged his shoulders easily, his tone natural and confident: "The patrolman won't bother me."

"Oh..." Susan followed him in a confused manner, with curiosity and admiration intertwined in her eyes.

They walked towards the auditorium. This was the first time Susan wandered around the castle in the middle of the night. The decorations that looked ordinary during the day seemed to be given life by the night.

Armor was fighting, instruments were playing, ghosts in the castle were moving through the walls, and the naughty laughter of Peeves could be heard echoing in the corridor.

"Meow~"

Mrs. Norris suddenly jumped out from a corner and blocked Rogge with a gleaming look. There was a nervous gasp in the air next to him.

"Meow..."

Mrs. Norris called again, and this time it sounded much less threatening. It stepped on the elegant cat steps, just like greeting old friends every morning, and squatted quietly in front of Rogge. The restless tail swung behind him.

"It seems that Filch has taken good care of you." Roger spread the cat food he brought with him on his palm and gently stroked its back with his other hand.

Mrs. Norris snored softly, and her tail stood straight like a antenna pole. Its hair, which was originally tangled, was combed neatly, and its originally dull fur now reflected a shiny luster.

As a habitual criminal who likes to rob people on the road, Mrs. Norris's belly has become round and even a little saggy. After a full meal, it elegantly raised its paws and tidied its beard slowly. Its satisfied look was in stark contrast to its usual harsh image of catching people.

Susan slowly relaxed from her tension, and she even couldn't help but want to reach out and touch Mrs. Norris. Feeling the gentle massage on her head, Mrs. Norris didn't think much about it for a moment, but when she inadvertently looked up, she found that it wasn't Rogge who was trying to please her.

"Meow!" It suddenly screamed, as if it had seen a ghost, and ran away quickly.

"You scared her." Rogge smiled and reminded: "She can smell your breath, but she can't see you. After all, the ghosts in the castle are not invisible..."

"Then...should I go apologize to Mrs. Loris?" Susan asked in a slightly coquettish voice.

Rogge shook his head and continued to walk forward: "No need. She has seen stranger things in the castle for so many years. Maybe before the sun rises, she will forget what happened just now."

"Next time you go out to play at night, just remember to bring it some food."

"Yes." Susan responded, following closely behind Roger like a little follower.

Susan still felt a little scared about this kind of upright violation of school rules, even under the state of the Disillusionment Curse.

However, no matter whether they met Loris or the prefects, they all greeted Rogge in a friendly manner. Everyone seemed to have collectively fallen into a state of "forgetfulness" and forgotten their curfew and night watch duties.

She didn't quite understand the reason, but when she thought of her minister aunt, several flashes of inspiration flashed in her mind.

At Hogwarts, most prefects are the most outstanding students in the school, and they usually go on to serve in the Ministry of Magic after graduation. However, Rogge already had his own connections there.

As long as he doesn't intentionally break school rules, the prefects usually don't mind showing him kindness because their own futures are at stake.

Percy Weasley is an example. He became the minister's clerk with a letter of recommendation from the Travis family.

Almost in an instant, he surpassed his father, Arthur, who had worked hard and accomplished nothing in the Ministry of Magic for decades.

"Okay, we're here." Roger stood in the corridor decorated with oil paintings. This is not only the entrance to Hufflepuff College, but also the only way to the elf kitchen.

He even noticed that several figures sneaked out of the wine barrel from time to time and secretly entered the kitchen in search of midnight snacks.

Susan turned around and was about to say "see you tomorrow", but was stunned by the figure behind Roger.

"Hey, I finally caught you." Ron jumped down from the steps, rushed over in three steps, and grabbed Rogge's sleeve, "Humph, this is not Slytherin's shadow prefect. , our ‘Sleeping Dragon’ Travis?”

"You violated the curfew, come with me! I'm going to take you to see the dean!" A proud smile appeared on Ron's face, almost reaching his ears, "I'm going to severely deduct Slytherin points! "

He puffed up his chest and pointed to the prefect badge proudly: "See, I'm a prefect!"

Rogge watched him quietly, keeping a faint smile on his face. He did not speak to defend himself, but quietly used magic to send a message to Susan: "Do me a favor and hit him from behind to make him faint."

"Are you scared?" Ron's voice was trembling. He was clearly a righteous law enforcer, but he became less confident because of the other party's silence.

"Speak! Speak quickly!" He shouted urgently, then turned to the empty corridor and shouted, "Come here quickly, I caught..."

Before he finished speaking, a candlestick suddenly rose out of the air and slammed down on his head with a fierce force. Ron only saw the candlestick in front of him zooming in, and then the world went black.

boom! There was a muffled sound, just the right amount of force, and it was not nerve-wracking.

Ron only felt stars twinkling in front of his eyes, his head felt dizzy, and then his consciousness became blurred and his body collapsed to the ground.

"It really scared me to death." Susan patted her chest, with a hint of fear in her voice, "What if Weasley goes to complain to the dean tomorrow?"

"He won't remember this when he wakes up tomorrow." Rogge raised the wand, pointed at his slightly red and swollen forehead, and used forgetfulness to erase his previous memory.

Susan watched him do all this and couldn't help but whisper: "Isn't he a little stupid? No one will arrest you, even Mrs. Norris..."

"Perhaps the title of prefect has gone to his head." Rogge said, dragging Ron to the corner and sincerely sighing: "Mr. Weasley will definitely be able to sleep peacefully tonight."

Listening to Rogge's cynical tone, Susan couldn't help laughing. She playfully took out her wand and with a flick of her hand, Ron's hair became colorful.

"Let you catch us." The moment the magic took effect, she also appeared from the phantom state, with a hint of mischief in her smile.

"Have a good rest, see you tomorrow." Rogge waved to her, and Susan looked at his back and fell into deep thought, unable to recover for a long time.

The corridor outside the Hufflepuff entrance was already deserted, and Ron was placed in a corner, so the other prefects did not notice him.

Finally, Peeves, who was still wandering around, saw the lazy prefect. It pulled the opponent's colorful hair and sang melodiously: "Lazy Ron is sleeping, and the color of his hair has changed..."

Peeves also happily found a lot of candy wrappers and put them all over Ron's face. "Hehehe, hahaha..." It swung its feet triumphantly and took off, quite satisfied with its prank.

The night was getting dark, and Ron slowly woke up. He looked around confusedly, feeling a little pain in his head, and even more confused as to why he was here.

Those candy wrappers made his whole face sticky. He vowed to find the culprit who played the prank on him and ran towards the Gryffindor dormitory.

"Mee Bobo, Mee Bobo." He breathlessly said the password to the portrait. The fat lady couldn't help laughing loudly when she saw his bright hair like a parrot.

"What's so funny!" Ron rubbed the candy stains on his face impatiently and ran into the lounge as if he was running away. "It must be George and Fred who did it! They two have always disliked me. , just because I became a prefect.”

He muttered in a muffled voice, and while his roommates were still sleeping, he quickly washed the sticky stuff off his face. The cool and refreshing feeling spread through his skin and into his heart, making his gloomy mood slightly better.

"I must make them look good!" Ron wiped his face with a towel randomly, turned around and rushed into the lounge, staring at the entrance of the college with burning eyes.

As the eastern sky turned white, the students who had violated the curfew quietly returned to their dormitories one by one. They boasted to each other and compared their nighttime adventures in the castle.

"They're so stupid," George said loudly, "just make a little noise and you can lure them away."

"That's right. Next time we can try the newly invented props..." Before Fred could finish his words, they saw their brother Ron running towards them angrily.

"You..." The twins raised their hands in unison, pointing at Ron's colorful hair, holding their stomachs and laughing.

Ron stood there awkwardly, his face turned red and he accused: "I knew it was you who did it!"

"What?" George and Fred said while laughing, "We have to admit, this is really a genius prank..."

They were laughing so hard that they were out of breath, supporting each other, and laughing more and more unsteadily.

Ron had never been treated like this by his brothers. He pulled out his wand on the spot, shouted with red eyes: "I'm going to deduct points from you!"

"You have indeed changed," George stopped smiling, and Fred added: "You have become like Percy. He stopped playing with us when he became a prefect."

"Hmph, let's go!"

"stop!"

The three immediately quarreled. Ron clutched the prefect badge on his chest and accused the twins of violating the night ban, playing pranks on themselves, and even using magic items with unknown effects to experiment on the freshmen.

George and Fred accused him of framing them and using his status as a prefect to threaten others. They pointed out without hesitation that Ron was not good enough at Quidditch to join the House team.

The quarrel between the few people quickly turned into exposing each other's shortcomings. As brothers from the same father and mother, they knew each other's dark history well.

The sound of their quarrels drowned out the chirping of birds outside the window, and the students who got up early gathered in the lounge, eating melon and giving instructions softly.

"They have such a good relationship," Ariana said softly to Hermione.

"Huh? Why?" Hermione didn't have any siblings and didn't understand what she meant at all. In her opinion, wouldn't the more fiercely they quarrel, the worse their relationship would be?

Ariana said with a smile: "Only brothers with a close relationship would quarrel like this. In the past, my two brothers never talked, they were like strangers."

"They only quarreled once, but it ended up causing the most serious harm to each other." Her voice was low and sad.

Hermione nodded in understanding. She looked at the three people with red faces and had no idea what they were arguing about. Especially Ron's colorful hair made her feel like she had just come out of the dye shop.

"There must be a misunderstanding." Ariana secretly guessed in her heart, and then looked at Ginny who had a worried face.

When her brothers quarreled, Ginny was just like herself, not knowing what to do. Fortunately, other students intervened in time to separate the three, preventing the three Weasley brothers from directly shooting the Hex Duel.