A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"The architectural style here is completely different from Diagon Alley." Bellinrum looked around in surprise, seeing a different scene in front of him. The window linings, door paintings, and signboards all exude a rich oriental style, which is dizzying.

Rogge explained softly: "Look at the faces of the wizards here, most of them are Chinese from the Far East. These special buildings are all in the style of their hometown."

"Oh, no wonder." Belinrum suddenly realized it and couldn't help but sigh: "Your observation skills are so keen, I didn't notice this at all."

"Wizards in the British wizarding world also use wood to build their houses, but in the end they are all crooked. But these Chinese wizards, their houses are really neat and full of exotic style."

Rogge smacked his lips when he heard the words, feeling familiar and unfamiliar with the word "exotic".

When he was rebuilding the manor, he specifically studied why most houses in the wizarding world were always crooked and uneven.

Except for those castles made of bricks and stones, once a wizard built a house with more than one floor, it immediately looked as ugly as a misshapen, stunted pumpkin.

One of the reasons is the lack of unified planning, with houses built just to meet immediate needs. Once the number of people in a family increases, they will just build a new house on the roof without even thinking about the overall structure and aesthetics.

On the other hand, they almost never laid a foundation, and the wood was just piled randomly on the flat ground. There is no need to live in such a house at all. As time goes by, the house will naturally fall apart.

If it were a Muggle, a house in such a bad condition would only end up collapsing. But the wizard with magic can wave his magic wand and make the crooked house continue to jump and grow messily.

His eyes followed the magic lantern used for lighting on the roadside and soon focused on an ancient Chinese-style three-story building. Doujiao, ridge decoration, glazed tiles, double eaves, resting hills and stone platform base.

At just one glance, you can feel its simple and elegant charm. The exotic atmosphere in Bellinrum's mouth almost hit his face.

When they came to the steps, Bellinrum looked at the building in front of him and marveled: "I have never seen such a building structure before. It seems that it is not fixed with nails. It is really strange. It can be built so high. Could it be magic?" Does it work? But I don’t feel it!”

It stretched out its arm, pointed at the plaque above and asked curiously: "Roger, what does it say?"

"Flash Golem House." Rogge said and took out his wand, and the tip of the wand shot a bright light at the closed wooden door.

The closed door opened in response, and the stone pillars carrying the weight of the building emitted a soft white light.

boom!

As soon as Rogge walked in, there was the sound of wrestling behind him. Bellinrum's lower body lay across the threshold, and his head hit the blue bricks hard.

Before it even entered the door, it kowtowed as if it were a country custom. It's a pity that it's not the end of the year, otherwise Rogge would definitely give it a red envelope.

"What the hell is this?" It covered its red and swollen forehead and grinned and cursed: "You actually put such a high wooden board across the door. Are you deliberately trying to embarrass us goblins? Roger, did you open the door just now and didn't move on purpose? Open it?"

"Cough..." A clear cough came from the second floor, and Lisa was seen standing elegantly on it wearing a crimson embroidered cheongsam.

At the end of October, she still shook her fan and explained with a smile: "This is not to embarrass the fairies. It is purely a traditional style of Far Eastern architecture. The wizard who designed this building said that the 'threshold' in Feng Shui is to prevent the flow of money, which is called …It’s called gathering wealth and energy.”

She turned to look at Rogge, waved the fan in her hand, and said hello coquettishly: "Junior, long time no see, you finally came to see my senior."

Lisa sat lightly on the handrail of the stairs, crossed her legs, and deliberately exposed her white and delicate thighs.

As his feet left the ground, he slid down the stairs. At the same time, she complained to Rogge with a pitiful look on her face: "Junior, the Travis family only thinks about opening a branch. I, the store manager, have much more to consider."

She jumped lightly, jumped in front of Rogge, held his hand tightly, and said: "Almost no one patronizes the Flash Golem House now, and the business is not as good as the Bailian Crucible Shop at the end of the street. If you don't help, Senior sister, I’m worried that Mrs. Jessica will fire me because of accounting issues.”

"The magic world is in such chaos now. It's not easy to find such a good job." Her eyelashes were fluttering like butterfly wings, seeming to tease Rogge's heart. "Senior sister was scared when she heard that the Dark Lord was resurrected. Incredible. Every time I think of the mysterious person, my heart beats wildly... Touch it, it beats so fast."

Rogge immediately withdrew his hand from her enthusiasm and looked at Lisa up and down, feeling a row of helpless crows flying above his head.

In the letter, her mother Jessica only mentioned that she had found a wandmaker at the San Francisco branch. However, she did not say that the store manager here is Lisa Warren, who graduated from Hogwarts.

He still remembered Lisa teasing him on the train when he was in third grade. She tried to capture Rogge, a rich, powerful and handsome pure-blood wizard with her hot body and fiery enthusiasm.

Rogge hesitated for a while and finally said: "I thought you went to work in Diagon Alley after graduation."

"There are so few jobs in Diagon Alley and there's so much competition. With the exception of Knockturn Alley, it's almost impossible to find a job there."

Lisa shrugged and glanced at Nagini, who was also graceful next to Roger, "I don't have a store to inherit at home. If I want to enter the Ministry of Magic, I have to rely on letters of recommendation and family connections."

"The goblins in Gringotts recruit Curse Breakers, but they are all stingy. The wages are low and the treatment is poor. They wish the Curse Breakers could stay in the pyramid forever and rob tombs."

"We are not grave robbers!" Bellinrum didn't mind Lisa's other comments, but her last words made him feel offended: "Everything we do is to make the financial system of the wizarding world healthy. operation.”

"Ordinary gold cannot be made into Galleons. Only the funerary objects contaminated with the aura of death can be used as raw materials for making Galleons."

"Oh." Lisa replied perfunctorily and took the initiative to hold Roger's arm. She deliberately turned sideways and used her proud capital to keep rubbing against the wizard she had coveted for a long time.

"Later I heard that your family's Flash Golem House was going to open a branch overseas. I thought it was an opportunity, so I submitted my resume to Mom. I was not very lucky and was sent to the Pacific Ocean."

"How about this building? Isn't this building good?" She put her face close to Rogge's ear, biting her bright red lips and hinted: "When Wizard Thunder designed it, I specifically asked him to leave a very large and very secret room. Room. Junior, it hasn’t been used yet~”

Lisa exhaled and hooked Roger's ear: "I've prepared the coffee. Do you want to go up and try it? Tea is also okay. Senior sister invited you to Pudifu Tea House. You were so cold and unkind to me. Ignore it~"

Through the thin silk, Lisa's soft and graceful curves felt alluring. It seemed to carry a refreshing aroma, traveling directly to Roger's brain along his nerves.

Rogge suppressed the desire in his heart and reminded seriously: "Manager Lisa, please be serious. You don't want to lose your job! I am here this time for the wizard who made the wand."

Seeing that he was determined and not swayed by her own charm, Lisa replied with some frustration: "I found two family heirs who are willing to sell their wand-making skills."

"Among them, Granny Jonker lives in the Spark Hotel on Liuli Street, but her conditions are a bit difficult."

Rogge nodded, not expecting that the charming senior sister in front of him was so capable at work. He originally thought he could only find a fleeing wand apprentice, but he didn't expect to find a wand maker. And, I found two at once.

"What specific conditions did she put forward? Galleons and potions are not a problem. I can even help her cure the snake man."

"None of them." Lisa shook her head helplessly and introduced: "Although Jonker's ancestors were Muggle carpenters, my mother-in-law's son and grandson are both wizards."

"When the Dark Lord came to the east coast, Mr. Jonker died in the Magic Congress as an Auror, and her grandson was later captured by Death Eaters."

"Junior, you know, Death Eaters never leave alive." Lisa sighed bitterly, her brows full of weakness.

She felt from the bottom of her heart that it would be impossible to obtain the wand-making technology from Grandma Jonker. The other party is a stubborn witch. If she cannot find her only grandson, she would rather bring the Jonker family's wand technology into the coffin than take advantage of others.

Rogge did not answer, but glanced sideways at Bellinrum. The goblin thought of their previous plan and couldn't help cursing secretly, thinking that Rogge, the black-hearted wizard, was favored by the lucky bitch.

"Where's the second option?"

"Mr. Chris of the Quintana family, the wand technology he holds is defective." Lisa felt deeply frustrated. The wand masters she found for her apprentice all had problems of one kind or another.

"The Quintana family who used the spine of the river monster to make the core of their staff?"

"Yes, Chris Quintana is a descendant of Thiago. Thiago's descendants have always wanted to regain their ancestral craftsmanship. They tried many methods and went bankrupt several times. But they couldn't catch the river monster. No matter how well-made a stick is, it cannot become a magic wand."

"About ten years ago, Chris luckily got a corpse of a river monster from the White River." Lisa returned behind the counter and took out a yellowed tabloid.

In the photo under the title of the newspaper "Deceit", a middle-aged man excitedly holds up a river monster that is full of pus and juice.

"It's a pity that the river monster's spine could not be completely removed, so his attempt failed again..." She couldn't hide her disappointment and let out a long sigh.

"Oh, poor Chris! He gambled all his wealth for the light that was just around the corner, but in the end, he fell into a darker abyss." Lisa chanted like a philosopher, and her eyes couldn't help but dim a bit.

She knew clearly that even the most obscure wizard could always find a way to survive in the magical world and live in a humble way.

But she hated the dark and damp house, the endless housework, or she had to suppress all her desires and needs in order to have enough food and clothing, or to save one or two knuts.

She didn't want to have intense love with her husband after getting married, and have to worry about the shaky bed suddenly collapsing. Or grow old slowly in worthless repetition.

Lisa longs to live a comfortable and beautiful life and realize her own value. So she secretly took a look at Nagini, who was standing not far away, and compared each other with envy, "Although her waist is slimmer than mine, my career line is deeper than hers."

"What happened to Chris?"

"Ah!" Lisa was slightly startled, with a faint pink blush on her face.

She quickly gathered her thoughts, puffed up her chest and continued: "Since then, Chris has become an alcoholic. As long as you buy him a few glasses of low-quality and cheap dark beer, he will happily sell you his ancestral notes. "

"Can't this be sold only once?" Nagini suddenly interrupted.

"Oh, don't underestimate the shrewdness of that old drunkard. He made many copies in advance, and Tiago's original was always hidden in his hand." Lisa smiled brightly at Nagini, and picked it up in no hurry. Silk sachet on lower necklace.

She took out a roll of parchment from it as if to show off, and at the same time secretly cursed: "This witch has a very clear voice, but her brain is not as smart as mine."

"I asked Granny Jonker to check it out and ask her if the things on it are valuable. My mother-in-law thought that there was nothing wrong with the records on the parchment. The selection and production of the wand's materials were very detailed. But..."

"But what?" Rogge took the parchment and asked a little eagerly.

"She revealed that these skills are only suitable for the river monster wand invented by Tiago and have no reference value for other wand masters."

“My mother-in-law also said that the reason why Tiago’s wand is elegant, powerful and unique is that its core is unique.

Even precious wand core materials such as phoenix feathers and unicorn hair cannot replace the role of the river monster's spine. Therefore, parchment only has a way to make a shell, but not a way to implant a soul. "

"This is really bad news." Rogge frowned and quickly scanned the contents on the parchment.

The process of making the wand is outlined in fine strokes, and there are detailed instructions next to it, listing the dosage of various auxiliary materials, soaking methods, etc.

Lisa seemed to see Roger's doubts and took the initiative to talk about the current situation of the other two wand families: "Wolfe's status is somewhat like Mr. Ollivander in our magical world. He is very conservative and refuses all offers."

"As for the Bowei family, they specialize in making wands for goblins and dark wizards. Although they live in San Francisco and their wand business is strictly monitored by the Magic Congress, they have no interest in selling their production technology to outsiders. I have visited several times and they always Returned in vain."

"Thank you very much for all your efforts, Senior Sister Lisa." Rogge nodded solemnly, fully recognizing the results of her work, "Does Granny Jonker have any photos of her grandson?"

Lisa's eyes flashed with surprise, and she quickly took out a magic photo from the sachet and handed it to Roger.

Although the wizarding world was negotiating with Voldemort, ordinary wizards did not know the news. In their eyes, the white wizards in the magical world are absolutely fighting the Dark Lord to death.

"Since Rogge asked for the photo, does it mean that he can find out through the Death Eaters whether the other party is still alive?" Lisa was a little surprised, but she didn't say much.

In the magic photo, a blond boy casts a spell: clean and new. The bridge of his nose and cheeks are dotted with freckles, and when he smiles, his two particularly long front teeth stand out. At the bottom of the photo, there is a line of handwriting clearly written: Barron Jonker.