A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Ian nodded vigorously and put the strap of his backpack on his shoulders again. It was rare for him to meet other wizards in the Muggle community, and they were acquaintances, so the conversation suddenly opened up.

"I remember at the beginning of the virus outbreak, most Muggles turned a blind eye to the government's notices." He held a candle, and the dim flames swayed strange shadows in the alley.

Several people followed his footsteps, passing through the debris scattered on the ground, and turned into a narrow alley covered by waste.

As Ian walked, he kept talking about memories: "At that time, there were still Muggles who believed that this was caused by some black-hearted enterprises or a conspiracy by the Muggle government."

"I used my identity as a wizard to inquire about the situation from the seniors of the Magic Congress. I never expected that the American Muggle government used citizens as experimental subjects. They recruited volunteers, and then injected viruses and exposed them to radioactive elements." "Squid', that seems to be the word, right?"

"Uranium." Rogge said softly, carefully avoiding the white bones at his feet.

Narlak stepped on it without realizing it, and the terrifying sound of cracking bones echoed in the dark alley.

"Yes, that's right, it's uranium!" Ian suddenly realized, patted his forehead in embarrassment, and laughed at himself, "There are too many terms invented by Muggles, and my memory is not very good, so I always can't remember them. "

He walked around a pile of boxes and looked around warily. After confirming that there were no traces of Muggles around, he relaxed and waved his wand to make the candle automatically float in front of them to guide them.

"Let's turn a corner from here. The antique store is in another community." He reminded in a low voice, and continued to introduce the situation at that time: "Anyway, the Muggles didn't believe what the government officials said, so they were unprepared for the snake people at first."

"Later, their luminous glass screens, talking wooden boxes and newspapers began to report on the tragic situation on the east coast. It was not until pictures and videos came out that the Muggles here became slightly panicked."

"Thankfully, the Muggle army acted quickly. When the snakemen were ravaging New York State, their senior officials had already decided to abandon the area east of the Rocky Mountains."

"Those Muggle soldiers in camouflage uniforms pulled up the isolation belt wrapped with steel wire and pulled the disobedient refugees, click... click... click click..." Ian looked solemn, pointing his hands at the rifle, While simulating the sound of a gun being fired, the body leans back to express the recoil.

"Those who broke in were shot on the spot. Those Muggles who have not passed quarantine, or Muggles who are regarded as worthless, live east of the isolation zone." He sighed, and his voice gradually became lower: "Actually, the snake people They were not that fierce, and our Aurors successfully prevented them from spreading westward."

"As long as Muggles abide by the epidemic prevention regulations, they don't have to worry about the virus at all. The reason why they do this is because they are worried about the riots of those Muggles who fled."

Rogge bent down and got out of an old rusty door that was half a man's height. Compared to the dull and run-down Liechtenstein neighborhood, the atmosphere here is more relaxed and orderly. There are no mighty armed soldiers on the roadside, and there are no displaced people huddled in shacks.

"This is Chinatown in San Francisco." Ian gave a brief introduction, but his tone was still full of injustice and indignation: "What do you think the Muggle mayor said?"

"Hmph!" He snorted heavily, "The Muggles are eagerly hoping that the government will lend a helping hand, but the mayor here has got into their 'talking box'."

"It was nine o'clock in the morning, and Muggles still had cereal. He announced coldly in the box: No one owes you and your family anything! Stop asking the government for help, no one can save you. "

He imitated the governor's low and hoarse voice, with a hint of mockery in his tone: "You have no water, no electricity, no fuel and no food, and there is nothing we can do."

"If you want to survive, go find water if there is no water. If there is no electricity, you can generate electricity by friction. This world has always been about the survival of the strong and the elimination of the weak. The weak ones are destined to be eliminated." Ian imitated the evil voice and added that funny The ridiculous and cold-blooded tone is vividly expressed.

"Do you really expect us to fully monitor your lives and take care of you in every possible way like the communist government of the former Soviet Union? No, no one really thinks so, right?" Ian paused and asked, "No need." Greet the Chinese on the street in familiar Chinese.

Then, he turned curiously and asked: "Roger, what is a communist government?"

"A Muggle political system, completely different from American Muggles...probably a completely different system." He answered briefly.

"Oh, you really know a lot about Muggle things. If you ask me, you definitely know more than the Muggle Studies professor at our school." Ian nodded approvingly, then raised his hand and pointed towards a building in the distance. Pointing to the old-fashioned building with the yellow exterior wall, "That's the video antique store."

Rogge nodded slightly and asked curiously: "What happened next, what did the mayor say?"

"Later..." Ian shrugged and said in a deliberately frivolous tone: "It's the words 'God bless you', 'Everyone is the first person responsible for his own life', 'Stop praying for charity and help... '"

"Anyway, he said a lot, but most of it had nothing to do with me. In my opinion, he was just using excuses to cover up his complete disregard for Muggle lives."

"Well, provide any verbal support other than help." Roger smiled and nodded. This is standard social Darwinism.

He stopped in front of the closed door of the antique shop, curiously looking at this oriental-style building.

Yellow exterior walls, red Chinese-style eaves, and a row of lanterns hanging on the second-floor wall as decoration. The wooden door looks quite old, and the sign above is still written from right to left.

"Dad's Antique Shop" He squinted his eyes slightly and stared at the old sign.

At this moment, he was 80% sure that this was the Dad's Antique Shop in "Jackie Chan Adventures".

But for some reason, it was integrated with the magical world of Hogwarts, which surprised Roger. (Rog: Author, come out, I have a big melon to talk to you!!!)

Before this, he had been living in the British magic world and didn't know anything outside of Hogwarts. Even if he visited the United States, he went to Ilvermorny.

For Eastern wizards and Eastern magic, the Western magic world has always lacked relevant information. Roger knew at most that Chinese wizards in the UK would be sorted to Ravenclaw by the Sorting Hat.

Mystery is the only consensus of the Western magic world on the Far East. Moreover, in their alliance of interests, there is no weight or voice there, so there is no motivation to understand.

Ian mistakenly thought that Roger was worried about language communication problems, so he hurriedly explained: "Dad is from Hong Kong. He has been doing business in Chinatown for many years and speaks very good English."

"But his business is always bad. The tape store he opened before went bankrupt, it seems to be because of some discs like CDs. When we meet him later, we must be especially careful and it is best not to chat with him too much. Dad is very nagging and is always worried that the cultural relics in the store will be damaged."

Roger nodded slightly and gave him a reassuring look. He looked up and stared at the eye-catching sign, wondering where Jackie Chan's story line has progressed.

It is not well known that Dad's magic is based on Qi. The world movement maintains the balance of Yin and Yang, and the rise and fall of positive and negative Qi. They are like an endless tug-of-war, mutually causal, and mutually reinforcing.

Once the righteousness is too strong, it will inevitably lead to the growth of dark forces to maintain the balance between heaven and earth, and vice versa.

"The Holy Lord, the spell, the eight demons, the mask..." Rogge tried to recall, "Oh, and the Queen of Shadows, Chen Xiaoyu."

After a knock on the door, the slightly magnetic voice of the old man came from the room: "Hey, who is knocking on the door of the old man's shop on Halloween night?"

The door opened, and an old man wearing a triangular pirate hat and a black eye patch on his right eye appeared at the door. He held a lantern high and tried to see who the visitor standing outside the door was.

"Ian, are you here to spend Halloween with Dad? That's a coincidence, there are some candies here." His vocal cords sounded a little leaky because of his old age, but his breath was still strong. However, why did his tone drop as he spoke every sentence?

"Although there are not as many as in previous years, it is all that Dad can buy."

"Uh..." Ian stood awkwardly at the door, neither going in nor backing out.

"Come in." Dad turned around and stretched out his hand to remind: "Don't touch the cabinet, these cultural relics were found in the ruins..."

Ian saw the opportunity and quickly introduced his companions: "Dad, I'm not here to make trouble, my friends are going to Liuli Street. He is Mr. Roger from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the UK."

He said goodbye to Roger and muttered in a low voice: "Dad is too long-winded, I'll go back to make potions first."

With a bang, Dad's index and middle fingers suddenly hit Ian's back of the head. Although the force was not strong, the sound was loud enough.

"Although Dad is old, his ears are still good."

"I'm sorry, Dad." Ian covered his head and apologized with a wry smile: "Then I'll go first."

"One more thing." Dad shouted, "The coffee is finished. Dad's old bones can only survive with coffee. Can you find fresh coffee beans there? If so, can you bring some to Dad tomorrow?"

"Okay, no problem." Ian raised his legs while speaking, and was immediately stopped by the voice behind him.

"One more thing." Dad wiped his glasses and said, "Although this thunderstorm tonight helps to enhance positive energy, its effectiveness is also limited. And Dad knows that the thunderstorm in the first half of the night was caused by Thunderbird."

"I understand." Ian finally moved a step out.

"One more thing." Dad put on his glasses and reminded: "The Magic Congress has contacted Dad. They want to select a group of Aurors. If you want to go, Dad can help you sign up. And Black in District 13..."

Before Dad finished speaking, Ian was sweating profusely. He took advantage of his father's inattention and fled from Chinatown in a panic.

"Hello, father." Roger looked at his father's gray hair and eyebrows and greeted him warmly.

When his father heard the strange voice, he turned his eyes over. After just one look, he shouted in Chinese: "Oh, such a thick black air!"

Roger's face was black, and he immediately reminded him in standard Mandarin: "My Chinese is very good, father."

The father was a little embarrassed and stunned. Obviously, he didn't expect that this wizard from Britain was proficient in Chinese. However, he didn't put on a white robe, nor did he carry dried pufferfish and dried lizards to perform magic. Instead, he said calmly: "Jackie Chan is not here, and Dad can't beat the black wizard. You should come in."

"Jackie Chan, he's not here, or he's not in San Francisco?" Roger looked around, curiously examining the antiques in the room.

Dad walked behind the counter and pulled a rope. Then there was a crisp sound of copper bells in the room, and the stairs next to it began to fold slowly, revealing a rectangular entrance to Liuli Street.

"Do you know Jackie Chan?" Dad turned around and asked, his tone full of suspicion.

Although Roger in front of him was very tall, he exuded a very young aura. He should be a student of magic school like Ian. And he was far away in the UK, so it was impossible for him to know Jackie Chan.

"I've heard of it." Roger prevaricated while secretly looking upstairs, thinking secretly: "Except for Uncle Long, Xiaoyu and Tru are not here either."

"Are they looking for the talisman of the Holy Lord or the mask of the Shadow Corps? Or because of the snake virus, there have been other changes." He touched his chin, and suddenly an idea came to his mind, and the name "District 13" emerged in his mind.

The legendary District 13 is the headquarters of the intelligence organization, known for its "absolute security". Its defense is impeccable, and it is no less than the Gringotts of the goblins in Diagon Alley.

One is as riddled with holes as cheese in front of magic, and the other is like a crossroads for people to shuttle through in front of Voldemort.

"If I remember correctly, the statue of the Holy Lord, the twelve spells, and some dangerous wizards and criminals are all imprisoned there." He looked at his father, but his father did not answer.

The father just stood quietly behind the counter, silently urging them to leave with his eyes.

Rogge smiled and did not care about his father's unenthusiastic attitude. He took Nagini and Narrak and stepped into the somewhat desolate Glass Street.

"Master, do you know that old wizard?" Nagini asked curiously.

"I guess so." Rogge answered softly. He actually had a lot of things to consult his father.

For example, his father's air magic, the relationship between positive energy and black energy, the Holy Lord, spells and other issues. In addition, what did his father mean when he said that he had a thick black energy?

Unfortunately, he had to rush back to Hogwarts at night, so he could only come again on the weekend. Although his father didn't seem to welcome him, Roger was confident that he could find out the questions he was curious about.