A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"High risk? Interesting." Rogge opened the drawer, which contained all kinds of strange magic items: biting teacups, spoons with feet, dung bombs, Gobstones... and even a bunch of keys with unknown uses.

Some of them were used for pranks, but the vast majority were normal magic items, and there were even a few wands.

"Filch is obviously a squib, where did these wands come from?" Rogge picked up one out of curiosity, waved it twice and threw it back.

"So many pictures?" He opened the drawer next to him, which was filled with pictures from the chocolate frog packaging.

Roger, like a little mouse dropped into cheese, excitedly examines the collection that has been in the administrator's office for years. There are many and miscellaneous things inside, and some magic items have a sense of age and seem to have been left by the previous administrator.

Just talking about pictures, there are several drawers filled, and you can assemble a set just by looking for them. If the little wizards knew that there were these treasures in Filch's office, they would definitely come in droves trying to get their hands on them.

"Thank you, Filch. Mrs. Norris, is it okay if I take these away?" Seeing that Maomao had no objection, Roger unceremoniously put the unseen pictures into his large school robe.

Loris lay lazily on the table, her bulging belly just wanted to have a sweet sleep.

"Hey, the Golden Snitch?" Roger dug deep into the faded drawer and found a crystal box. Inside was the Golden Snitch used in the Quidditch game.

The Golden Snitch is beautifully crafted and looks like it's worth a lot of money. There is also a line of gold characters engraved on the front of the box: Bowman Wright, No. 101.

"It's still a commemorative item." Roger opened the crystal box carefully, fearing that the golden snitch would escape. But it seemed to have lost its magic and lay quietly inside.

He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at it carefully. This golden snitch is only the size of a walnut, with two small wings retracted in the depression of the sphere. There were mysterious and complex patterns on the surface, which seemed to hide some kind of information, which aroused Rogge's great interest.

As magic power was slowly injected into it, the inside of the sphere suddenly vibrated. Fortunately, Rogge held on tightly and prevented it from flying out. When the magic power is exhausted, it becomes quiet again.

"It's a good alchemy product. The mechanism inside must be very exquisite." Rogge's eyes flashed with excitement, and he wanted to immediately dismantle it into parts and study it carefully.

However, considering the collection significance of this thing, it is more cost-effective to buy an ordinary Golden Snitch and disassemble it. He put away the crystal box and looked at his pocket watch. It was already past 1 a.m. and Mr. Filch hadn't come back yet. He blew out the oil lamp, fell on the chair and fell asleep.

"Bang bang bang!"

Early in the morning, Filch slammed his hand on the table to wake him up. Snape stood at the door without saying a word and led his students away.

"Professor, you should sign an approval note for me."

"Approval note?" Snape stopped suddenly, and Roger almost bumped into him.

It was time to go to class, and the corridors were full of students rushing to class. Snape stood there like a god of plague, and everyone cautiously shrank past.

He sarcastically said: "You can handle something until early in the morning, even Hagrid's dog can handle it faster than you."

Rogge curled his lips, if the dog is so easy to use, how come you still invented the Shenfeng Wuying.

Snape then cursed loudly: "You are blocked at the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets. You don't know the password. Do you have to wait there?"

"Are you the only little wizard on the night tour in Hogwarts?" Snape's dead eyes glanced at Harry and his group who were sneaking past. They were rushing to Professor Flitwick's Charms class.

"You've been deducted five points from Slytherin for breaking curfew, and you're going to be in solitary."

Snape didn't attach much importance to the points deducted. The main reason for his anger was Rogge's stupidity. Even escaping in the castle for a night was better than being blocked at the entrance of the academy.

Harry and Ron pricked up their ears and felt extremely happy when they heard that Slytherin had been deducted points. They rushed to the Charms classroom with cheerful little steps.

"Don't worry, Dean, I will definitely earn it back." Rogge quickly confirmed that it was just a matter of minutes.

"3 days, 50 points. If you can't get it back, you just have to go to the bottom of the black lake to collect waterweed."

"Dean, tomorrow is Saturday."

Snape paused when he heard the reminder behind him, and then left without looking back.

"Roger, are you okay?" Daphne only dared to come over after seeing the dean leave. Hermione was also looking at him worriedly.

"It's just a swim. If it weren't for Friday, wouldn't you be able to get a mere 50 points?" Rogge smiled and said don't worry. His dean has always been very talkative.

In the Charms class, Rogge rarely answered questions actively, leaving Flitwick scratching his head in confusion: "Did this kid take the wrong medicine today?"

"Okay, Rogge, please sit down first." Flitwick took out his wand and explained the spell he was going to learn today: Wingardium Leviosa.

"This is one of the basic spells that wizards need to master. It can make objects float." Professor Flitwick stood on the tall stack of books and demonstrated to the little wizard below.

"Remember the movements we practiced before?" Flitwick asked everyone to look at his wand and practice with him: "Wake and shake."

"One wave and one shake!"

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Normally, Roger would just wave his wand lazily, but today his appearance completely changed, responding to the professor's teachings with great enthusiasm. Daphne next to him was amused by his serious look, and Roger quickly warned her with his eyes not to cause trouble.

"Very good!" Flitwick looked around and everyone had mastered the action of waving the wand. Rogge, in particular, is beautiful and concise, almost like a textbook example.

"When you recite the incantation, you must pronounce it correctly: Wingardium Leviosa." Flitwick said this, using Baruffio as a counterexample as in previous years.

"If you don't want your sternum to be broken by a bison, don't pronounce 'f' as 't'!" Flitwick warned and asked everyone to try it for themselves.

Hermione didn't immediately wave her wand and show everyone her success as usual. She sat there motionless, as if waiting for something.

Ron felt very strange. Could it be that Hermione had changed her gender? If it's true, that's great, it's finally less annoying.

"Wingardium Leviosa." Rogge quickly chanted a spell in order to get the 5 points deducted, and the feathers in front of him flew up obediently.

"Well done!" Professor Flitwick shouted excitedly. This was the first time he had seen the little wizard master the Flying Feather Charm so quickly.

"Professor, I can make it float without a wand." Rogge looked at Professor Flitwick. The respected Charms teacher had no idea of ​​adding points yet.

"Oh?" Professor Flitwick's eyes widened and he asked in surprise: "Rogg, are you talking about wandless casting?"

"certainly."

When the little wizards heard about wandless casting, they all started talking: "Isn't this something only senior students can learn?"

"Ron, what is wandless casting?" Harry adjusted his glasses and asked curiously.

"Wandless spellcasting is to focus and guide magical energy without using a wand as a medium." Hermione interjected and popularized the concept of wandless spellcasting to them: "This is an advanced and complex technique. There are only a few wizards in the magic world. To master it.”

"If you don't consider the accuracy of spell casting, many wizards on the African continent can do it."

"Hmph, the pushy guy must be bragging." Ron curled his lips disdainfully. He didn't believe that Rogge could master wandless casting.