A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Dumbledore sat behind his desk, his deep gaze penetrating the shadows, pondering the complex proposition of loyalty. This made him feel a little painful, but for the greater ideal, he knew that he had to go on firmly.

However, Snape was right about one thing. Harry will study Occlumency more seriously with Lupin. However, the results of having a professor who is not that familiar with Occlumency teach another outspoken student will definitely not be so wonderful.

Harry still dreams of strange things at night, or in other words, he doesn't object to spying on Voldemort's actions. There is even a little excitement that is indescribable.

The cold wind of October blew into the Scottish Highlands early, and large tracts of snowflakes fell from the sky like white dreams. Students rushed to the Quidditch pitch wrapped in scarves, complaining that winter had come too early this year.

Roger was also dragged by Daphne to watch the Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

"I didn't expect that Neville would become the goalkeeper." Daphne pointed to the other end of the court, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

The portly Neville did possess a natural talent as a goalkeeper. The same flying broom is more explosive in his hands. He was like a wall, moving quickly back and forth in front of the three rings.

Slytherin's chasers tried to break through Neville's defense again and again, but they were blocked by him quickly and accurately. Rogge couldn't help but think of an adjective: flexible fat man.

However, when he faced Malfoy, things were different. Neville looked a little guilty, and Draco's every attack was like a fatal arrow, accurately hitting the goal behind him.

"80:0!"

The sound of the score bell echoed mercilessly in the cold air, and the mood of the spectators at both ends of the stadium was completely opposite.

Draco raised his fist proudly and paraded in front of the audience like a Quidditch star, basking in the applause and cheers of victory.

Rogge high-fived him, celebrating the Slytherin team's advantage. He looked at Harry who was looking for the Golden Snitch in the distance, and said to Daphne: "Except for Harry, the other offensive players in Gryffindor were completely defeated by us."

The game continued, defeat moving steadily and firmly towards Gryffindor.

Rogge yawned loudly, the one-sided game almost making him sleepy. The end result depends on nothing more than Harry's luck or Draco's scoring speed.

"Neville must be cheating!" Questioning voices suddenly burst out from the Gryffindor audience, "He and Draco were in the same magic club, and he must be cheating on purpose to let Draco score! "

"Look!" The man pointed at another Slytherin Chaser, whose Quaffle was easily blocked by Neville, "Did you see it? If Neville can block the ball, he must have done it on purpose! "

"He lost to Slytherin on purpose! Substitute, must substitute!"

"Substitute!"

"Substitute!"

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The Gryffindor auditorium began to chant rhythmically, and almost all supporters were strongly demanding that the goalkeeper Neville be replaced.

Because they are already 120 points behind, if Draco scores three more goals, they will face a disastrous defeat.

"I hate the new rules of Quidditch!" someone complained, "This seriously weakens Harry's role and abilities!"

The game was paused amidst the shouts of the students, and Angelina, as the captain, had to face this tense situation. She called the team members into a circle to discuss countermeasures.

"Neville, why didn't you stop Draco's Quaffle?" Angelina's eyes were as sharp as knives, and there was a hint of unnoticeable suspicion in her voice, as if she began to believe the unfounded rumors in the audience. guess.

"I'm sorry." Neville lowered his head helplessly, his voice almost inaudible: "The Quaffle thrown by Draco seems to change its trajectory, it rotates, and its flight path is very weird..."

"I think it's not impossible, but you don't want to?" A team member interjected, his tone full of doubts, "Everyone knows that you used to be members of the Jackdaw Magic Society..."

"Okay!" Angelina decisively interrupted the dispute among the players. Her eyes swept across the bench, her heart filled with helplessness.

With no new blood joining for two consecutive years, the strength of Gryffindor's Quidditch team has declined significantly. Compared with the players selected this year, their strength is obviously not on the same level as those who have participated in the secondary league.

There were constant calls for "substitution" from the sidelines. As the captain, she had to consider the opinions of the academy audience.

Harry thought, his eyes moving back and forth between Neville and substitute Ron. After a brief silence, he said: "Angelina, I don't think we should replace Neville."

He gave Neville some support with a firm and powerful voice: "Our defense couldn't stop Malfoy at all. Neville, as the goalkeeper who played for the first time, has performed very well.

If we can get the Beaters and Chasers to contain Malfoy better and let Neville face the other two Chasers, we still have a chance to win the game. "

He turned to look at the sky above the stadium, with a trace of regret flashing in his eyes: "If it weren't for the timeout, I would have almost found the trace of the Golden Snitch."

Harry's words were like a spring of water, gradually easing the tense atmosphere. As a Seeker who once won the Minor League Cup for Hogwarts, his insight and experience are undoubtedly the most valuable assets in the team.

However, Ron was unhappy with Harry's proposal. He hugged his flying broom tightly, muttering to himself, and he didn't think he was worse than Neville.

In his opinion, he and Harry had a closer relationship, and Harry should support him to play. Harry's statement just now made him feel that their friendship was hurt.

"If the game starts again, how long will it take you to catch the Golden Snitch?" Angelina broke the silence, her eyes fixed on Harry.

In the face of a complete defeat in the head-on confrontation, all hopes can only be placed on Harry catching the Golden Snitch as before.

"Ten minutes." Harry answered without hesitation, "Slytherin's beaters have been targeting me, and their seekers are almost used as defenders. I am sure I can get rid of them, but I need to find the Golden Snitch first."

"This..." The other players exchanged glances with each other, knowing that according to Draco's scoring speed, ten minutes would be enough for him to score another 5 Quaffles.

Angelina took a deep breath and looked up at the audience. If no substitutions were made, according to Neville's performance just now, Gryffindor would have almost no chance of winning this game.

If Ron was substituted, they might lose faster, but at least she wouldn't have to bear the blame from the audience after the game. What if Ron's performance exceeded expectations?

She prayed secretly, even though her intuition told her that the possibility of this situation was very small. Otherwise, Neville would have been sitting on the bench. As Madam Hooch blew the whistle, the game was about to start again, and she had to make a decision immediately.

"Ron, you be the goalkeeper..." Angelina hadn't finished her words when Neville interrupted her eagerly: "Give me another chance, I'm sure I can stop him..."

Angelina shook her head. She had already decided to let Ron play. She rode on the broom and flew towards the court, leaving Neville standing there in a daze.

"Oh, we see Gryffindor has made personnel adjustments. Now they have three red-haired players on the field." The commentator's voice was amplified by magic and spread throughout the stadium. "They are the twin stars of the Weasley family: George and Fred, and the youngest boy in the family, Ron."

"Will their decision to change players bring a turnaround?" The commentator's question was full of suspense.

As soon as the voice fell, the Slytherin players had already grabbed the Quaffle. They cooperated seamlessly, and the pressing was more fierce. They could easily squeeze the Gryffindor chasers away without the help of the beaters.

"Give me the ball!" Draco asked loudly to his teammates for the first time. He stared at Ron like a hawk, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"Oh, the show is about to begin." Roger said with interest, "Draco is just angry about Neville's withdrawal from the club, but he hates Ron from the bottom of his heart."

"Hate?" Daphne blinked her curious eyes and asked hurriedly, "Why? There are so many children in the Weasley family, why does he only feel this way about Ron?"

Roger smiled and whispered, "Remember when we first entered school? Draco wanted to be friends with Harry at that time."

"Oh! I remember!" Daphne suddenly understood something, with a hint of shock in her voice, "Harry rejected him at that time, I remember... I remember Harry said he..."

It was a long time ago, and Daphne didn't care much about the relationship between Harry Potter and Draco. Therefore, she could only vaguely remember that Harry preferred to choose Ron as a friend instead of Draco.

She didn't expect that Draco would always remember this incident. Perhaps Harry's rejection hurt his full and proud self-esteem.

"No wonder he hates Ron so much." Daphne looked at Draco who was attacking with the ball, her eyes wide open in shock, "He seems to be faster!"

As soon as the voice fell, the Quaffle was like a flash of lightning, drawing an elegant and dangerous arc in the air. Ron tightly clamped the flying broom, leaned forward, and tried his best to intercept it.

However, the Quaffle seemed to have its own will. It spun with a cunning, and its trajectory was as unpredictable as a snake, gliding nimbly in front of Ron's outstretched fingers. Finally, almost in a mocking manner, it turned around the goal several times before slowly falling in.

"I will make you understand that Quidditch is not a sport for people like you." Draco looked at him provocatively, his eyes like a cheetah staring at its prey.

Faced with this extremely aggressive and confident look, Ron finally understood why Neville seemed a little timid in front of him.

The Quaffle thrown by Draco was not only fast, but also had a complex rotation. This skill was far beyond the level of ordinary students. His summer training obviously paid off, which made his performance on the court even more outstanding.

Meanwhile, Harry Potter was concentrating on finding the Golden Snitch in the air. He looked back and found that the team's fighting spirit had become weaker.

But as a seeker, Harry was more like a free man, and could not directly boost the morale of the team like a chaser or a beater.

All he could do was fly harder, hoping to catch the Golden Snitch that would decide the outcome before Draco scored the final goal.

Harry's heart was full of determination, and his eyes searched the court quickly and sharply, not missing any golden flashes.

However, the Slytherin Seeker was like a stubborn piece of taffy, following him closely. Although he could not catch up with Harry, he would never let Harry get away easily.

Every time Harry caught a glimpse of the faint light of the Golden Snitch, before he dived down, the Slytherin Seeker would rush up like a shadow. The opponent's only goal was to interfere with his flight. Coupled with the constant attack of the Beater, Harry had missed several opportunities to catch the Golden Snitch.

"140:0!" The commentator's voice echoed over the court, full of urgency, "There is not much time left for Gryffindor and Harry Potter!"

The Slytherin students have begun to celebrate their victory in advance. Their cheers and applause are like surging waves, hitting the Gryffindor audience.

"Draco! Draco!..."

The shouts came one after another, and Malfoy attacked with the ball again. He flexibly passed through the interception of the Bludger and pierced the Gryffindor defense like an arrow from a string.

"Victory! Victory!"

The cheers on the field were so uniform and shocking that Ron in front of the goal was almost shocked.

Draco had completely destroyed his psychological defense with just two wonderful and playful goals. Ron went from being full of confidence at the beginning to being dull and wooden.

When Draco flew in front of him at a slow speed like a show-off, Ron didn't even make a move to clamp the broom and take off to intercept.

In contrast, although Neville was also unable to stop Draco's attack, at least he dared to make a goalkeeping move, showing his courage.

Draco's advantage on the field was so obvious that he had the leisure to look up at Harry Potter in the sky.

Harry was still looking for the Golden Snitch, and the Slytherin Seeker was like an annoying mosquito and fly, constantly disturbing him and making him unable to concentrate.

Draco clenched his right hand into a fist and swung it high in the sky with full force, while his left hand was lightly released, allowing the Quaffle to fall into the goal almost effortlessly under the traction of gravity.

His movements were so careless, just like taking an apple out of a basket at random in the market. This contemptuous attitude was undoubtedly a great insult to the Gryffindor players.

"Oh, competitive games don't believe in tears. If you are not good at it, practice more." Roger also applauded Draco's outstanding performance.

He believed that Draco should be the chaser who led the team's offense, instead of stubbornly competing with Harry to see who was the best. Everyone needs to find a suitable position.

Especially under Roger's influence, the International Quidditch Association changed the rules of the game so that once the score difference reached 150 points, the game would end. This change significantly increased the importance of the chaser and made it the real core of the team.

"This is an indisputable victory!" The voice on the commentary desk finally had a neutral tone, "Draco and Slytherin completely destroyed Gryffindor's defense with their unparalleled skills and speed."

"Especially after the goalkeeper was replaced midway, Gryffindor's last fig leaf was ruthlessly torn off by their own people."

"Although Neville couldn't stop Draco's attack, at least he dared to stand up and defend. Ron, who came on the bench, was more like a wooden stake, and couldn't even control his own broom."

"In addition, their chasers and beaters didn't play a role and couldn't intercept the opponent..."

Harry fell back to the ground in silence. Like his teammates, he was dejected and left the court sadly. This failure was complete. There was an irreparable gap both in terms of tactics and the players' personal abilities.

Under Slytherin's somewhat shameless targeting, Harry couldn't play the role of savior every time. His teammates must become stronger, at least to be able to withstand Draco's attack and buy Harry precious time to catch the Golden Snitch.

"Roar, roar!" Draco proudly carried his flying broom and celebrated his victory with his classmates in the Slytherin common room.

Everyone praised the players' performance loudly, especially Malfoy's calmness in the last ball, which was even more outstanding in comparison with Ron.

"If I were a batsman, I would hit the bludgers hard with my bat and knock the Gryffindor players off their brooms one after another." Draco said excitedly, "Just like what Roger did to the mammoth wizard back then."

Roger smiled and shook his head. He was not as violent as Draco said. Cheerful songs rang out in the common room. Draco couldn't wait to compete with Gryffindor again.

That night, Draco drank a lot of butter beer. Some people saw him being helped back to the dormitory by Pansy, and some people said that he pretended to be drunk on purpose.

Roger was not interested in these gossips. After dinner, he rushed to Gringotts through the Floo Network. His magic airship, sword and soft armor were finally completed!

It was Grindelok who came to greet him again. Its status in Gringotts seemed to have risen again. It was wearing a neat striped suit and shoes that would make flies slippery. It ran towards Rogge quickly.

"Rogge, come and see. You have no idea how beautiful this huge white airship is." Grindelok enthusiastically described the elegant curves and unparalleled functions of the airship to Rogge, as if it was the most perfect means of transportation in the world.

"If we want to live in the sky, we will definitely choose it instead of the railway tracks underground." It praised sincerely.

Rogge was also full of curiosity and expectation about his airship. He said in a half-joking tone: "There are no gems and gold in the clouds. If you want to live on it, you must be a bunch of paupers."

"Oh, that's terrible." Grindlock shuddered, unable to imagine his penniless end.

Its fingers were as thick as carrots and were covered with all kinds of rings, including imperial green, opal, pink diamond, and some yellow gemstones that Roger had never seen before.

After passing through the upside-down underground world, Rogge came to the magma lake again. A blue and white open-top airship was hovering above the furnace. The red light of the lava jumped and flowed on its shell, making it shine like a pearl on the lake.

That huge and elegant body seemed to be a fantasy object shaped by flowing clouds. The crystal window on the head emits light waves for scanning, adding a mysterious sense of the future.

Looking back along the streamlined body, the oval convertible may look a bit crude at the moment, but its spectacular degree is already evident. Rogge knew that once he completed the subsequent layout according to the design drawings, this place would become the most luxurious entertainment and viewing area.

Further back, there are flexible fin tails in the shape of a triangle. They can not only adjust the attitude of the airship, but also eject flames and arcs when necessary to achieve rapid acceleration.

Although Rogge was mentally prepared, when this behemoth hovered above his head, he couldn't help but sigh: "It's so beautiful. Is it magic?"

Belinrum emerged from the furnace with red eyes. While wiping off the black ash on his face, he complained to Rogge: "Rogge, you need to pay me a good sum of money."

"I haven't had a good night's sleep this month because of this big airship." Bellinrum raised the hammer, pointed at the ridge above and said, "Did you see it? My hammer is deformed, you have to compensate! I must. Compensate me!”

"And those magics!" He complained loudly, "We promised to only build a shell, but without magic, this thing can't fly at all."

"I should get some vines from it and hang it instead of carving additional fairy runes on it." Belinrum's words revealed his dissatisfaction with the magic work, "This is extra work and requires Add money!"

A glimmer of light flashed in Rogge's eyes, and Bellinrum's words saved him a lot of effort. However, he also knew in his heart that the goblin must have his own purpose for being so kind.

"Let's go up and have a look." He said, opening the wings of Daedalus and landing lightly on the airship.

Bellinrum had no wand or wings, so he could only climb up the ladder. It fixed its eyes on the wings behind Rogge and asked curiously: "Who made this magic prop? It is rare and very rare."

"An alchemist." Rogge answered bluntly, "He once made the Golden Snitch."

"No wonder." Bellinrum nodded slightly, with a hint of praise in his tone, "It is indeed rare for a wizard to make such sophisticated magic props."

"If it weren't for your design, I would rather add a pair of wings to this big guy than use magic to make it fly." Bellingrum continued.

"Why?"

"Don't you think it makes sense to fly with wings? Otherwise, why don't you ride on those wooden broomsticks that are so stupid that they fall apart?"

Rogge pouted. Although he agreed with Bellinrum's evaluation of the flying broomstick, he could not agree with adding wings to the magic airship.

"This is different from the wings on my back. First of all, I can't sense the airship, let alone control the additional wings. Moreover, the target is too big to hide." He explained softly.

Bellinrum smiled and said, "I think you just don't want to pay the extra material and labor fees."

"If you say it is, then let it be." Rogge did not argue with it, but picked up the design drawing and examined it carefully. He carefully looked at every detail to make sure everything was exactly how he wanted it.

In the dark cabin, the tip of the wand in Rogge's hand bloomed with a soft fluorescent light, carefully and quickly sweeping across every floor, every room, and every floor. This was so that he could ensure that the airship embryo built by the goblin would not affect his later decoration plan.

"Inspection with a lantern? Do you doubt the craftsmanship of our goblins?" Bellinrum's voice contained a hint of dissatisfaction, and his accusations were like pebbles thrown into a calm lake, breaking the tranquility of the cabin. "We goblins not only cherish money, but also abide by our promises. Every piece of work is a reflection of our ingenuity. The products produced by goblins must be high-quality!"

Rogge did not look back, his eyes still stayed on the structure of the airship, and there was a hint of comfort in his voice: "It's just an acceptance procedure, don't be so excited."

His fingers gently slid over the structural lines of the airship, as if playing a silent melody, checking the accuracy of every inch of the line.

The sheer scale of the airship meant that deviations of even a few millimeters could cause unpredictable results in flight.

However, as he examined, Roger began to realize that Bellinrum's confidence was not unfounded. Every part of the airship fits together perfectly, like a one-piece whole, with no deviation from start to finish, top to bottom. Even the convertible cutout on the upper level of the airship is handled impeccably.

Finally, Rogge stopped what he was doing and turned to face Bellinrum.

"Sorry, Bellinrum." His eyes were full of respect, and he bowed slightly to it sincerely, "I apologize for my previous doubts. I have never seen such exquisite craftsmanship. The goblin's forging technology is really amazing."

"I have learned about the manufacture of large ships, some are welded steel plates, some are stacked wood, and some are combined in sections. However, on this airship, I did not find any related processing traces."

"Those crafts are completely different from this airship. Can you tell me how this is done?"

Although Bellinrum is the king of the goblins, as a defeated race, it has never felt similar respect from wizards. Especially Rogue's bow, it was surprised and moved, and almost wanted to share its treasures with this wizard who knew how to appreciate it.

"It's very simple." Bellinrum smiled triumphantly, and the beard on his chin danced happily with his laughter. "The entire magma lake is our forge, and it is the holy land for us to display our skills."

"Our craftsmanship is unique." Bellinrum pointed down and said, "Put the materials into the furnace, and they will then turn into molten liquid and flow into the lake. Then in the magma, use our hammers to hammer out perfect works one by one."

"This airship is made by the power of magma and the forging of goblins."

Rogge's eyes flashed with surprise. He never thought that his airship was born in such an environment.

He imagined the picture, the goblins wielding hammers, using the magic of the furnace to make the magma become part of the hammer, and beat the metal into incredible shapes.

"This is beyond my imagination." Roger exclaimed, "Who would have thought that a small furnace could control the surging magma."

"Hahaha, Roger, you are right! So we goblins are the most outstanding blacksmiths in the world." He took out the sword and silver armor and boasted: "Compared to Ragnak who forged the Gryffindor sword, my skills are not inferior."

He then complained: "However, the materials you provided are really not good. Although the snake bird eggshell is slightly better than silver, it took me a lot of effort to soften it."

Rog carefully inspected the sword and soft armor while tentatively "I thought it was mithril. After all, snake birds are born from those eggshells."

"Mithril?" Bellinrum was unfamiliar with the word, but he knew the eggshells of snake birds very well. "Snake birds can gather silver from food and soil, which is no different from silver in ore. Our skill is to transform this gift of nature into unparalleled works."

"However, the silver that makes up the eggshells is a little different. They are more complex and have some magical powers."

"If you want, of course you can call it mithril."

Rogge frowned slightly. Mithril and silver are completely two different substances and cannot be compared at all.

His fingers gently stroked the texture of the soft armor, feeling the subtle magical fluctuations in it. The soft armor feels soft, like a piece of silk. It also has a certain affinity for magic, but it is definitely not as good as the imagined mithril.

Perhaps, it can be regarded as a low-level substitute for mithril, he thought in his heart. At least in the current magic world, Rogge has not found a better metal than it.

Moreover, it has an advantage that it can become a renewable resource by raising snake birds.

"Bellinrum, is there really not much difference between the eggshell before and after softening?" Roger's tone was full of curiosity. He was eager to gain more knowledge from the Fairy King.

Bellinrum smiled. The wizard's attitude made it feel very useful. "The difference is actually not big."

It began to explain, "Inside the snake bird, the egg is in a very soft state, and the silver content is relatively small. As the little snake bird gradually takes shape in the egg, the silver content will increase, and the eggshell will also become harder."

"When the little snake bird breaks out of the shell, the texture of the eggshell is basically the same as ordinary silver. Moreover, silver is not a very precious metal. We are not interested in creatures like snake birds."

Roger secretly curled his lips and secretly said in his heart: "If you are not interested, how can you know so much about the changes in the snake bird eggshell."

He continued to nod, pretending to admire Bellinrum's knowledge, but actually inducing the other party to reveal more secrets about this metal.

"The softening process is to remove most of the silver in the eggshell and ensure that the remaining silver and the remaining magic in the eggshell maintain a suitable ratio." It shook its head and complained: "If it weren't for your special request, this approach would actually be redundant. After all, a large piece of silver ingot is not worth much in the market. There are as many silver ores underground as termites."

Rogge's eyes flashed with a glimmer of thought, and he proposed a new idea: "Then, Bellinrum, can you try to inject more magic into the eggshell? In this way, each eggshell can make a piece of soft armor, and the rest is completely yours."

Bellinrum immediately raised his voice, with a hint of urgency in his tone: "Rogge, the remaining materials in the forging process belong to me! I have handed over the soft armor to you as agreed!"

"There is no doubt about this." Rogge nodded heavily, fully affirming its request, "I'm just curious."

"Wizards are always so curious." Bellinrum said sarcastically, and then said, "Just like you wizards can't turn into real magical creatures through Animagus, we fairies can't inject magic into snakes and birds." in eggshell.

This is different, goblins are goblins, wizards are wizards, and magical creatures are magical creatures. "

Rogge nodded secretly. Based on the information provided by Bellinrum, he guessed that the body of the snake bird was like a crucible. Silver, the magic of the snake bird, and the embryo within the body (at least these three) interact in a complex process, ultimately forming the silver eggshell.

Although in terms of wealth value, the eggshells of snake birds are not much different from ordinary silver. But in terms of magic affinity and metallic properties, the softened snake bird eggshell shows extraordinary characteristics.

Normally, a metal's ductility and stiffness are inversely proportional, which is why goblins wouldn't choose to make galleons out of pure gold, because then the metal would be too soft, like plasticine.

But the soft armor in his hand has proved that the softened snake bird eggshell has made a qualitative leap in ductility and stiffness. This material is far more precious than gold in his opinion.

However, the wizards of this world have little demand for metals with mithril properties, and no one has explored other potential uses for snake bird eggshells. Even Newt, the master of magical beasts, only regards it as a precious metal.

Rogge was well aware of the extraordinary capabilities of this material, but without the relevant knowledge and skills, he could only make it into this soft, watery armor. The reason is that the entire world lacks relevant knowledge.

"Well, for wizards, knowledge is power." He sighed regretfully, and then put the soft armor on his body.

The soft nails fit the skin and are refreshing and cool. You can still feel its weight, like putting on an extra layer of thin sweater, but it's still very light.

Bellinrum was very satisfied with his craftsmanship. This set of exquisite soft armor complemented Rogge even more.

It nodded in admiration: "It would be great if the ore to make Gryffindor's sword still exists."

"Isn't it made of silver?" Rogge looked at the sword and asked curiously, "You can't find similar metals in the ground?"

"It's silver, but it's not silver from the earth."

"You won't tell me that silver comes from outside, right?" Rogge said half-jokingly.

"How is this impossible?" Bellinrum raised his head proudly and said confidently, "Although meteorite iron is precious, if you collect it carefully, you can find hundreds of pounds every year."

"However, meteorites containing silver are extremely rare. So far, except for the silver meteorite used by Legnac to forge Gryffindor's sword, no other meteorite has been found."

It turned its gaze to the sword, with a trace of tears in its eyes. It was obvious that it had special emotions for that unique silver meteorite: "Damn Legnac, how many galleons did Gryffindor pay to let it use the only silver meteorite?" Use the silver meteorite to forge a sword?"

Rogge had a helpless expression on his face. He was overthinking it. Bellinrum just thought the sale was cheap.

"Hmph, if I had the same materials, this set of soft armor would definitely have extraordinary abilities." Its tone was full of unwillingness and desire, and it stared at the sword in Rogge's hand hatefully, "Absorb the extra power, Amazing!"