A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"I will consider it." Professor McGonagall was noncommittal, staring at Harry who was so excited that his eyes were shining, and reminded: "I hope to hear about your hard training in Quidditch, otherwise... Potter, I will start again. Think about you joining the team.”

When Harry heard that the Dean asked him to join the Quidditch team, Harry was so excited that his cheeks turned red and he was speechless. He nodded repeatedly, his eyes flashed with determination, and he shouted in his heart: "Victory against Slytherin!"

At dinner time, Harry couldn't wait to share the news about his joining the team with his friend Ron, and asked him to keep it a secret.

"Seeker?" Ron's eyes widened in surprise, staring at Harry blankly, unable to believe his ears.

"Harry, good job!" Ron's twin brothers Fred and George came over with smiles. They whispered: "Wood told us. Harry, with you as our secret weapon, we will definitely do it when the time comes. Can beat the shit out of Slytherin..."

Harry's heroic performance in the flying class quickly spread throughout the campus. Everyone looked at Malfoy intentionally or unintentionally and discussed Harry's talent.

"With Harry joining us next year, Gryffindor will definitely become our strong enemy." Marcus was eating beef pie, worried.

"Rogg, there are players on the team who will graduate next year, and there will be a few vacancies. Are you interested in giving it a try?" Marcus called to Rogge who was about to leave. He thought Rogge was playing Quidditch. Talents are as good as spells.

"Me?" Rogge pointed at himself in surprise, thinking Marcus was joking.

"Marcus, I'm not interested in Quidditch at all. I even want to throw some Unforgivable Curses at it." Rogge shook his head and recommended Malfoy, who looked depressed over there, "You can let Malfoy try it." Try, at least be better at Quidditch than me."

Malfoy was stunned when he heard Rogge's recommendation. He didn't expect that the other party would recommend him. They just finished arguing in the morning. He quickly sat up straight to prove that he was ready for Marcus' inspection at any time.

"But what happened in the afternoon showed that Harry is a little more powerful..." Marcus hesitated, not sure whether to add Malfoy to the alternative list.

"If Draco can join the team, the Malfoy family can at least sponsor some Nimbus 2000 for the team." As a member of Slytherin, Rogge certainly hopes that his college can win.

"I'll think about it again." Marcus has not decided. He is also considering who will face Harry next year. His hesitation frustrated Malfoy.

"Goyle, Crabbe, follow me." Malfoy stood up angrily and decided to vent his anger on Harry.

In the dungeons of Hogwarts, Snape is checking the memory potion handed in by Rogue.

"Dean, if I drink the Elixir of Fortune to make the magic potion, will the success rate be higher?"

"Then what?" Snape turned his head coldly, staring at Rogge with dark eyes.

He sternly warned the little wizard: "Put away your cleverness, the elixir can only make you successful, not tell you how to succeed."

"I told you in the first class that potions are a precise science and rigorous craftsmanship. The magic potion will only destroy the potion master. You can't understand such a simple truth. It seems that I really overestimate you. ”

"Go and cut that pile of antlers into 1-inch-long pieces." Seeing Roger lower his head to admit his mistake, Snape did not let him go easily and ordered mercilessly.

The pile of hard and sharp staghorn grass in the corner is one of the ingredients for the memory potion. If treated by splitting, the entire grass will be destroyed. To be honest, this thing is quite expensive. In order to prepare the medicine, Rogge once used a knife to cut out 1-inch length bit by bit.

"Are you a Muggle? You can't use a wand?" Snape saw Rogge picking up the knife and cursed mercilessly.

"Dean, can it be broken into pieces?" Rogge waved his wand, and then put it away obediently when Snape looked at him as an idiot.

"Did you always use a knife when dispensing medicine before?" Snape asked suspiciously.

When he saw Rogge nodding, he was furious and his face became even whiter: "From now on, I will hand in ten bottles each time."

"Ten bottles?"

"It's missing, right? Then twenty bottles!" Snape put the memory potion that Roger handed over into the cabinet and found an old book inside.

"Learn this spell and finish them off."

Roger saw that the name of the textbook was "Herbology" and thought it must be the textbook from Snape's student days.

"It's amazing. He actually developed the Shadowless Blade based on the Cutting Curse." Rogge looked up at Snape and boasted knowingly: "Teacher, who developed this curse? It's so powerful! An absolute genius of curses!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and deal with the staghorn grass." Snape pulled his cloak and his tone was still cold: "If you can't finish it today, stay here and don't go back!"

He left the office without looking back, his steps moving with lightning speed and an irrepressible lightness.

"You're quite arrogant." Rogge smiled and sat aside to study Shen Feng Wu Ying carefully.

As an upgraded version of the cutting spell, Shenfeng Wuying has made all-round upgrades while maintaining the original cutting spell.

First, the wand doesn't show any visible signs of use when handling ingredients. Imagine cutting a potion with your wand sparking, how silly that would be.

Shenfeng Shadowless is characterized by quiet operation, fine cutting and fast speed, which is the best magic spell for potion masters to process materials. With just a wave of the wand, objects can be cut with precision and smoothness. The most important thing is that it can completely tear the material tissue, which is key to improving the efficacy of the drug.

Rogge chanted the spell and felt the obvious flow of magic power. This magical energy gave off a cold and gloomy aura, as if all the warmth and vitality had been drained away.

In Rogge's consciousness, it rolled in an ominous whirlpool, like the low pressure before a storm. This faint sense of oppression inexplicably aroused the darkness deep in his heart, and countless negative emotions boiled with the fluctuation of magic power.

When the magic spell was released from the tip of the staff, Rogge could clearly feel the sharp hidden arrows flying towards the antler grass. The cold and desperate aura made all life in front of it as vulnerable as a dandelion.

The staghorn grass quietly broke into two pieces, as if it was meant to be.

"As expected of the Half-Blood Prince, his attainments in black magic are indeed quite profound. Does my affinity with darkness refer to black magic?" Rogge smiled bitterly and subconsciously waved his hand, and the antler grass broke immediately.

Roger Travis

Magic: 13/15

Mental strength: 16

Talents: Dark Affinity, Strong Will, Night Vision

Skills: Wandless Spellcasting, Dark Magic - Silent Casting, Advanced Potions Master

Magic potion: blue moonlight, memory potion, whitening potion...

Magic spell: Divine Edge Shadowless lv1, Falling Apart lv3...

"Does this mean you have mastered silent casting?" Rogge was shocked to realize that he had mastered silent and wandless casting.

"A natural expert in black magic, if you learn how to chew a giant melon from Avada, can you secretly kill Voldemort?" Rogge carefully handled the antler grass and thought to himself.

Compared with the magic spells learned in textbooks, the power of Shenfeng Wuying is completely super-dimensional crushing. This gave him an inner desire to delve further into the dark arts. This dangerous and cold power is full of attraction for any wizard.

"How about... secretly going to the forbidden book area to take a look?" Rogge felt itchy in his heart and couldn't help but have the idea of ​​exploring the library at night. I have a simulation function, so I can go there once...just once, and it shouldn't be a big deal.

"No! Why would I suddenly want to go to the forbidden book area?" Rogge was suddenly shocked. How could his thoughts be affected?