A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

The airship life at night is always fascinating. The airship slowly made its trial voyage above the clouds, and Nagini sank comfortably into the warm bed, admiring the bright moonlight shining on the flying snowflakes through the window.

Below the airship is a world covered in silver. The waves, frozen by ice and snow, piled up layers of ice and sand on the shore. Nagini hummed happily, the newly installed fireplace was crackling, and the cedar wood exuded a sultry warmth through the flames.

"This is the operating manual for the console." Rogge's deep voice sounded in her ears, and his warm palms roamed freely on her bare back.

His fingertips gently traced the curves of every inch of the texture, and his other hand handed the parchment with still-dry ink in front of her eyes.

Nagini closed her eyes slightly and immersed herself in the master's skillful oil massage. The warm air stirred up the scent of perfume, spreading between the two of them.

The heat in her body made it difficult to concentrate, so she could only read the information in her hand hastily.

"Hmm..." Nagini's cheeks were slightly red and she asked coquettishly: "Master, do you want me to be the pilot of this airship? Then prepare a captain's uniform for me!"

She turned around, her slender fingers restlessly hooking Rogge's unbuttoned collar. The remaining warmth in the air quickly rekindled the fire, and they were entangled together like glue. Under the bright moonlight outside the window, on the thick cumulus clouds covered with falling snow, they exchanged kisses and whispers wantonly and passionately.

After a long time, they leaned on each other and whispered.

"On Halloween night in two days' time, the principal will prepare to spread the snake-repellent potion." Rogge turned his head and his eyes wandered over her skin as smooth as fresh cream.

"Principal?" Nagini's blurred eyes widened slightly, looking at the close black eyes in confusion.

"Albus Dumbledore." Rogge explained softly, his fingertips dancing on her skin.

"Oh, I seem to have some impression." Facing the master's teasing, Nagini couldn't help but laugh coquettishly.

He also laughed, admiring the charming and youthful face of the beauty in his arms. Based on the power of the blood curse, Nagini maintains constant vitality. Rogge's in-depth research on this aspect is still ongoing, and he has been exploring the key factors of this power.

"I made an agreement with Belinrum, the king of goblins, to use an airship to carry his goods to the Americas for sale." Rogge slid his arm across Nagini's chest and took out a cherry wooden box from the bedside table. .

Lying quietly in the box are two exquisite silver-white masks, with complex grass and flower patterns engraved on the surface, showing a noble, elegant, mysterious and fantasy temperament.

However, it only outlines the concave and convex contours of the face, leaving no empty spaces for the eyes, nose, and mouth. The texture is not heavy, nor does it have the cold feeling that is common with metal.

Rogge took out one and covered Nagini's beautiful face. Something magical happened. The entire mask adjusted itself to her face, and was as smooth as liquid, wrapping her face and neck perfectly.

And her charming eyes, thin red lips, and the cracks in the mask are perfectly displayed. The looming figure looks even more alluring through the silver mask.

Rogge used magic and spiritual power to sense it, and the silver mask perfectly shielded Nagini's magic fluctuations. Her whole body seemed to be covered with a hazy veil, so vague that it was difficult for people to see through her true face.

If he were blindfolded, Rogge would have no idea who was underneath him.

"Master, it's so soft." Nagini stroked the delicate mask that clung to her face, feeling like a smooth mask.

"The goblin is made of unhatched snake bird eggshells." Rogge said proudly, putting on another mask for himself.

He couldn't help complaining: "Bellinrum is too dark. Two masks cost me 3,000 galleons. This time I help it transport goods, and I must give it a hard price to make money back."

"Master, let me help you~"

Rogge lay down on his back, admiring Nagini's peerless charm under the mask. He brushed the undulating curves and asked softly: "Do you remember the wand you used before?"

"Magic wand?" Nagini frowned in confusion and shook her head helplessly after thinking carefully for a moment, "I seem to have never used it... Master, do you want to tailor one for me?"

"I still have a few extra wands in my bag. You can use them to practice first." He said, taking out the extra wands in the bag. "To control the entire airship, wands are indispensable for driving. tool."

He folded his arms behind his head and looked up at the empty roof of the cabin, thoughtfully.

Nagini pushed her hair back from her ears, looked up at her master's serious thinking expression, and then studied the airship's driving skills more attentively.

Although wand manufacturing is not the top in the wizarding world, it is still a very important technical activity. Except for those wizarding families who have focused on wand making for generations, there is little relevant knowledge spread elsewhere in the entire magical world.

Throughout the entire magical world, there are only a handful of wizarding families that can make wands, and they may not even be able to use two palms of them.

In the British wizarding world, the manufacturing, sales and after-sales service of wands are all monopolized by the Ollivander family in Diagon Alley. Their monopoly has lasted for thousands of years.

However, the Ollivander family has always kept a low profile. The price of the first wand, 7 galleons, won them praise and friendship from a large number of wizards. Neither the Ministry of Magic nor other wizards will criticize the fact that the Ollivander family has a monopoly on wands.

Roger's fingers were gently inserted into Nagini's hair. When he thought of buying a wand for her, his first thought was Ollivander's Wand Shop.

However, considering the friendship between Ollivander and Dumbledore. For the sake of Nagini and the secrecy of the smuggling business, he needed to choose another wandmaker.

There are two well-known wand-making masters in the European magic world, Germany's Grigovich and France's Charles Despere. The former's main customers are Durmstrang's students, while the latter's are Beauxbatons.

When he thought of the French wand, Roger thought of some kind of long yellow bread with a wheaty and slightly salty taste.

That’s right, it’s a baguette. It's soft and delicious when freshly baked, and when it hardens, it can become a "shell-breaking armor-piercing bullet."

He still remembered the jokes he had chatted with Fleur before, especially when he, the "British wizard", told the milk trick joke, the atmosphere was immediately filled.

"How about we go to the American Wizarding World to buy a wand?" Rogge had an idea and put his arms around Nagini's armpits, hugging her smooth body into his arms.

Nagini obediently entangled himself with his body, her long and straight legs wrapped around him like a docile snake's tail, seducing the man's heart with unbearable itch and ecstasy.

"It all depends on the master's arrangements." Her voice carried a mysterious charm through the mask.

Faced with such a pretentious goblin, how could Rogge just let it go? He raised his brows, raised the corners of his mouth, and shouted: "Snake demon, I want you to help me practice! The mighty heavenly dragon, the great Luo spell..."

Before he finished speaking, he used his hands and feet together to form seals and cast spells. The Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms and the Kasaya Demon-Conquering Technique were intertwined with each other, and they surged toward Nagini with a force as strong as a turbulent wave.

"Ah!...Yeah!" Nagini gasped, her body slumping down weakly.

Looking at the exhausted snake demon that was unable to harm anyone, Rogge breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly felt that his skill had increased a lot.

While outputting continuously, he lifted her slender neck and whispered softly: "There are four wand-making families in the American magic world, Jonker, Wolfe, Bowie and Quintana."

Nagini tried her best to gather her senses and suppress her breathing, trying to hear her master's words more clearly.

"Jonkel's ancestors were Muggle carpenters. They say that it was because of their ancestors' excellent carpenter skills that Johannes Jonkel became an excellent wand maker. Nagini, do you think this statement is credible?"

"Hmm... it must be fake." Nagini's blurred eyes were slightly focused, and she let out waves of ecstasy gasping in her master's arms. They were accompanied by bursts of fragrant wind, echoing in Rogge's ears.

She thought for a moment and said breathlessly: "There are countless carpenters in the entire Muggle world. They can become wand masters just because of their craftsmanship... This statement is really far-fetched."

Nagini folded her legs around Rogge's waist and said while sweating profusely: "Perhaps... the Jonkel family stole the secret technique of making wands from the indigenous wizards in America. According to the records in the book, America…there were also wizards and magical civilizations in the past.”

During this time, under Roger's careful guidance, she read a large number of books and newspapers about the magical world and the history of magic.

Not only did it make up for the previously missing information and knowledge, it also gained a comprehensive and in-depth understanding of the magical world and wizards.

Moreover, thanks to her previous experience with blood monsters, Nagini has a very comprehensive understanding of magical creatures and plants. There is no need to learn at all to take care of them.

Once the airship's breeding room and growing room are completed, she can serve as the administrator. On this airship, Nagini is Roger's perfect secretary witch. The secretary has something to do, and nothing to do...

She breathed lightly, and waited for Rogge to calm down a little before continuing to tell her guess: "Then, after a wizard appeared in the family, she made up the legend of 'carpenter craftsmanship' to cover up the truth."

Rogge smiled and nodded, praising: "My Nagini is so smart, and you seem to have a dark heart. Who did you learn such dark thoughts from?"

"It's all been trained well by the master." Nagini hummed, her voice soft but full of alluring temptation.

Rogge, who had just stopped fighting, was once again teased by her charm and his blood was gushing, and he instantly wanted to tremble passionately.

However, business is important and now is not the time to indulge. Rogge forced down the ignited desire and restrained his body's impulse. He punished Nagini's restless little hands several times and warned her not to seduce her master again.

Although Nagini's speculation is unfounded, it is close to the essence of reality: cannibalism. Before the Mayflower left Europe, there was indeed a civilization of indigenous wizards on the American continent.

With careful planning, it is not difficult for a Muggle to kill a wizard. A free glass of wine, a scantily clad prostitute in a tavern, a virus-laced blanket...you see, there are so many despicable means.

If you succumb to morality, you can also make wizards and witches fall in love with you. Or become friends with the old wizard and slowly kill him. Hehe, sincerity leads to gold and stone.

"What about Wolfe? Their family usually uses thunderbird feathers as the core of their wands, so the wands they make are very powerful. Besides, I happen to have a thunderbird companion."

"If you need it, we can pluck the most beautiful and powerful feathers from it." Rogge said, smiling maliciously.

The thunderbird far across the Atlantic Ocean shook its wings and looked around warily, fearing that the Death Eaters were chasing after it again.

"Thunder and lightning?" Nagini couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly got into Roger's broad arms. Her delicate body pressed tightly against his chest, and her face was full of fear: "No. Every year when there is thunder, I feel very uncomfortable. I was sleeping well, but I had to crawl out of the warm nest..."

"What about Bowei? I heard that they specialize in making wands for black magic, and sometimes sell them to goblins."

"Well, listen to the master's arrangement." Nagini nodded obediently.

Roger now has an idea in mind. As long as the wand is not a thunderbird wand core, Nagini can accept it.

As for the last Quintana family, their wand making technology has been lost. Their ancestor Tiago Quintana was creative and used the river monster in the White River in Arkansas as the wand core material.

According to records, after Tiago killed the river monster, he used the translucent spine in its body as the wand core material. When the wand he made casts magic, not only is the trajectory of the wand elegant, but the spell it shoots is extremely powerful.

Unfortunately, he loved dueling and gambling. Once, he was very lucky at the poker table and got a pair of black eights and a pair of black tips. Then, he was blasted in the head by the revengeful wizard who came after him.

Although his basic skills in making wands were retained, the key methods of trapping river monsters and removing their spines were buried forever with his death.

If there was a chance, Roger would like to take this opportunity to buy a complete set of wand-making secrets from the American magic world.

It's a pity that it is extremely difficult. After all, this is related to people's ancestral craftsmanship and the foundation of their foothold. And those families who make wands are not short of money. Under normal circumstances, there is no other way except the Imperius Curse.

At the end of October, on Tuesday, the light snow suddenly turned into rain.

The students dressed up as monsters of all kinds to celebrate the Halloween holiday. Skeletons, vampires, werewolves wandered in the castle... Everyone was giving warm praises and supporting the principal's wise decision.

Next to the oak door of the castle hall, there was a shining notice:

Halloween will be a day off. The school will hold a Quidditch Halloween special event. The winning house will receive a mysterious reward.

Hogwarts Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore

Rog was wrapped in a black windbreaker, with a raised collar that half-hidden and half-revealed his sharp jaw. The pair of pointed vampire dentures protruded from the corners of his mouth, making him look arrogant and charming.

He rushed to the Quidditch field with students dressed as other monsters. The drizzle in the sky flashed an almost invisible blue light, which was the appearance of diluted snake repellent potion.

The entire field had been rearranged, and the ground was scattered with tombstones and dead trees made by Transfiguration. The dense gray spider webs wrapped them tightly, like cocoons.

Above them were dense spider webs, which made people feel uncomfortable at a glance. Even the Gryffindors, who were known for their courage, were shocked by the scene in the field. Not to mention Ron, who was terrified of spiders, almost called for his mother right there.

Leaving the layers of spider webs behind, looking up, the goals at both ends of the field became the mouths of Dementors.

Their already ugly appearance was even more disgusting. The head was squeezed out of shape by the enlarged mouth, like an old balloon that was blown up, or like a piece of paper that was ravaged and torn. Its wrinkled body was scattered in the wind.

"Thanks to our wise and great headmaster: Mr. Albus Dumbledore!" Knox, who was the commentator, gave a sweet flattery without hesitation.

He couldn't help but raise his voice and shouted: "Now let's raise our broken arms, neckless heads, or scarlet gloves to pay tribute to this charming, wise and kind headmaster!"

"Long live Dumbledore! Long live Dumbledore! Dumble..."

The stadium was immediately filled with warm and rhythmic cheers, and the rain from the sky became denser with the applause.

"Ahem, explain the rules of the game quickly." Dumbledore concealed the unnatural blush on his face and signaled Knox to hurry up.