A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Draco took the newspaper and read it quickly. Suddenly, his eyes sparkled and that familiar smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.

He stood up suddenly and jumped onto the long table, causing the students around him to exclaim and look sideways.

"Listen to this!" Draco shouted, attracting everyone's attention. Then, he recited in a frivolous voice: "Ah ~ Arthur Weasley, a sloppy guy who returned to the Ministry of Magic because of a power struggle."

"His vigilance must have been forgotten on Molly's apron, so he was bitten by the monster's fangs at the Ministry of Magic."

Draco's tone was so playful that the auditorium burst into laughter. The nickname "Sloppy Weasley" quickly spread throughout the Great Hall as he read aloud, and would soon spread throughout Hogwarts.

When the Weasleys come back, they will probably be called by others: "Sloppy No. 1, Sloppy No. 2... Little Sloppy."

Draco continued reading triumphantly: "Perhaps this is a deliberate revenge by a staff member of the Department for the Management and Control of Magical Creatures. This shows how fierce the power struggle in the Ministry of Magic has become..."

In his first year, he traded the basilisk hatching method to Voldemort. It was not difficult for Voldemort to cultivate his own basilisk without Nagini.

"this is not……"

"This old man's love for wands is beyond imagination." Rogge whispered to himself and couldn't help but smile.

Rogge fell into thought. He did not doubt Mr. Ollivander's integrity and believed that the wand master would not arbitrarily propose such a long period of five years. His instinct told him that this might be a necessary condition for further study of the Death Wand.

If Rita hadn't made it up, the toxins in Arthur's body could really damage the soul...

With that said, he turned and walked towards the workbench at the back, his steps brisk, as if he couldn't wait to start his research.

"Why don't you just go to the principal's office!" He muttered secretly, "Who knows how long you can be the principal..."

"Sorry, Mr. Ollivander." Rogge shook his head slightly and declined politely, "Actually, the purpose of my trip is to exchange it for a set of wand-making methods."

Even with the level of therapists at St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic, they were unable to eradicate the snake venom from Arthur's body. This can only mean one thing: the creature that bit Arthur was even more terrifying than the original Nagini.

He slowly closed the box, his fingertips lingering on the smooth surface: "I have to admit, this is indeed a quite sincere condition."

"Let me go, Pansy!" Draco shouted, not forgetting to sarcastically say to Neville: "If you have any objections, I can call him a 'brave sloppy'."

Tension and anticipation lingered in the air. Rogge took a deep breath and looked between the wooden box and Ollivander. Finally, he made a decision.

Ollivander took the wooden box with great care, a trace of apology flashed in his eyes: "This is just the stubbornness of an old wizard who is behind the times. But if the other party refuses, there is nothing I can do."

"A true wand master needs to dedicate the rest of his life to this. If it is to satisfy his hobby of collecting..." the old man slowly spoke, consciously or unconsciously reminding: "You have to understand that wands are not just a tool, they have Your own soul can create a unique connection with the wizard."

What really troubled him was that Mr. Ollivander obviously knew the secret of Tiago's wand, but he was unwilling to tell it directly.

"Then can you tell me who collects Thiago's wand?" Rogge was not discouraged, with a firm light shining in his eyes: "I can store it in your shop for you to study."

Rogge couldn't help but shrink his neck and exhaled a big breath: "Ha...Luna, you scared me."

"Mr. Malfoy!" Dumbledore's tone was slightly harsh.

"I hate the Riddler." Rogge secretly complained in his heart.

I have to thank Merlin, because the heartless Arthur can lie quietly in the hospital bed instead of running out and causing a burden to everyone. "

"Hahaha..." Cheerful laughter echoed in the auditorium, and Goyle and Crabbe echoed loudly: "What a precise writing style, Draco, you recited so well!"

Perhaps knowing that his conditions were too harsh, Ollivander put his hands on the table and hurriedly added: "When the time comes, I will share the research results of these two wands with you. Moreover, during this period, you can always Come to me and ask about wand making."

He paused, with a trace of regret flashing in his eyes: "Unfortunately, I haven't been able to find out the secret of its resistance to the Unforgivable Curse. If I can study it for a while longer..."

The more you care about prophecy, the more you become a part of it. Voldemort and Dumbledore both went too far and too deep on this road. The two of them have been captured and trapped by this obsession, unable to see the broader picture and possibilities clearly.

"The broken wand?" Rogge looked at Ollivander, not expecting that he could repair the Elder Wand.

Ollivander chuckled, but did not answer directly. He slowly closed the wooden box and pushed it back to Rogge, a trace of regret flashing in his eyes.

His hand stayed on the box, as if weighing something. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at Rogge sharply: "I do know a wand collector who has a wand made by Tiago. But..."

Even though Roger was standing opposite, he did not hesitate to replace the old wooden box containing the wand.

Malfoy stopped reading here, because he found that the rest of the paragraph was all Rita's satire on the Ministry of Magic. It was not until the last paragraph that the joke about Arthur reappeared.

"If it were anyone else, they would tell the name and address of the wand collector without hesitation."

"But Headmaster, that was not written by me!" Draco protested, "I don't have such writing skills..."

"Enough, Malfoy, you are too cold-blooded!" Neville couldn't help shouting, "How can you humiliate Mr. Arthur like this, he was injured while performing his duties."

"Or he ran to the Ministry of Magic late at night to steal..."

"I know it." Ollivander muttered to himself, picked up a magnifying glass and carefully observed the wand, "The previous method could not be perfectly repaired at all, Albus was too impatient."

"Tiago Quitus?" Ollivander's eyes flashed with a complicated look.

"Yes, just a few days ago." He took off his reading glasses with a proud smile on his face, "That wand is really not simple, it can bring the wizard's magic to the extreme."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

"Young man, wands are a delicate subject, an art that requires patience, wisdom and honesty. Studying alone is not a good method." He immediately saw through Rogge's intentions and reminded him earnestly: "In our circle of wand masters, Tiago's river monster wand core is a joke." "Five years." Ollivander took his hand away from the wooden box and said the bottom line in an ultimatum tone, "Lend it to me for five years, and I can help you write to the collector." The students around were still discussing what Draco read aloud, and Goyle and Crabbe were talking about more jokes about the Weasley family. "The puppet of prophecy." He whispered softly. "It looks great." Luna held the oak wine glass, and her voice floated over like mist. The small wand shop was filled with the smell of magic and ancient wood, and the two people inside and outside the counter were silent at the moment. "Apprentice?" Rogge repeated softly, obviously not intending to accept Ollivander's advice. "Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Neville, please come to my office."

He was a little unhappy with the other party's decisive refusal, but Roger felt the same about his fanatical research attitude.

"Also, the core material of Tiago's wand is in the 'White River Monster'." After saying that, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The narrow aisles in the store were filled with wand boxes on both sides, stacked into high towers. He stepped lightly on the warped floor, really worried that he would knock down the "tilted towers of wands" on both sides.

Roger secretly kicked him to remind him to control his mouth. He obviously couldn't resist, but he liked to talk big. Isn't this asking for punishment?

He paused for a moment, his eyes wandering back and forth between Roger and the wand, as if he was in a fierce inner struggle.

"Quiet!" Just when the atmosphere was about to get out of control, Dumbledore's voice resounded through the hall.

He quickly figured out the other party's motive: "That is to say, Voldemort has returned to his old ways and must get the prophecy of the year."

But he was not discouraged and took the opportunity to present his second plan: "So, can you help me find a wand made by Tiago?"

Rogge came alone to the quiet Diagon Alley and walked straight to Mr. Ollivander's wand shop. When he opened the door, a crisp bell broke the silence in the shop.

"In the next five years, I can study the production method of this wand and the magical power contained in it in all directions without dead ends." This idea made Ollivander full of energy, as if he was decades younger.

"Osmanthus wood." Rogge raised a mysterious smile at the corner of his mouth and added: "You are indeed very discerning and found their commonality at a glance."

"I can see it, I can see it!" Ollivander was completely immersed in his obsession with the wand, and his eyes became blurred and eager. He even ignored his own identity and pleaded eagerly: "Can I be allowed to study for a while?"

"This style, this exquisite craftsmanship..." He murmured in a low voice, his fingertips gently stroking the texture on the surface of the wand, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, "There is no doubt that it was made by the same wandmaker as the previous wand."

"One year."

Hearing this, the enthusiasm in Ollivander's eyes quickly receded like the tide.

"Snake venom." He bit the soft crucible bread and watched the two leave the hall.

"If you are really interested in wand making, my advice is still valid. Come to me after graduation, start learning from the Celtic tree calendar, and slowly accumulate experience. This is the right way."

"Basilisk?" Roger murmured, his voice so low that only he could hear it, "So far, there is only one snake venom that can hurt the soul, and the cure is Phoenix tears."

He carefully reviewed every detail in the report and soon found valuable clues from a few words. Based on these alone, he roughly deduced what happened last night.

"Rogge..." He blinked in surprise and asked curiously: "Hasn't the wand been taken away by Albus? Why are you here?"

Halfway through, he suddenly looked back. The towering Hogwarts Castle was covered in silver, magnificent and mysterious.

"Especially the snake venom in his body, which has affected his soul. Perhaps, he has lost the ability to use spells and is no longer a wizard.

"Oh? What? Harry Potter and Weasley's followers?" Draco stared at Neville angrily, and he was ready to fight.

After leaving the wand shop, Roger went straight back to the Three Broomsticks. The pub was warm and cozy, and the fire in the fireplace was dancing happily, dispelling the cold outside.

Draco's face turned a little pale, but he still felt that he was right.

"You mean, the river monster is fake?"

"Three years!" Roger opened the lid of the box again and said sincerely: "Sir, I understand your concerns. But please believe that this is just a wizard's pure curiosity. I promise you that I will treat every wand with caution and respect their power."

The winter wind hurt his face a little, so he wrapped a scarf and buried half of his face in it. Then, he walked out of the castle slowly.

Roger stood there, looking at Ollivander's busy back, with mixed feelings in his heart. Although it was a bit embarrassing to be left aside, he did not mean to blame the old wizard at all.

Hearing the doorbell, he raised his head, and looked at the visitor through his reading glasses with cloudy but bright eyes.

"Of course, I don't doubt his wand-making skills. It's just that he is not a sincere person."

Ollivander took a deep breath, as if to engrave the smell of the wand in his heart: "Its material has never been used in a wand..."

He came to the round table in the corner and took out the "Cryptozoology" that he regarded as fabricated.

Moreover, this was when no one in his family was willing to engage in this business.

But Roger had no interest in these. His mind had already flown elsewhere. He stood up calmly, straightened his robes, and left the long table silently.

"Sir, you win." He showed a trace of helplessness at the corner of his mouth, and said sincerely: "Your noble character touched me."

Finally, he sighed deeply: "Rogge, the magic wand is a wonderful skill that requires experience and accumulation. If you are willing to come to work here after graduating from Hogwarts, I can gradually teach you the methods and techniques of wand making."

Everyone immediately fell silent, and everyone exchanged uneasy glances.

But he couldn't help but think of the wizards who were firmly locked by the prophecy, as if countless filaments fell from the sky, controlling the people in the room.

"Is the prophecy so important?" Rogge sighed helplessly, and really couldn't understand why Voldemort was entangled in this.

He reluctantly put the wand back into the wooden box, his tone full of regret, "It is indeed rare and priceless, but..."

Rogge's mouth corners slightly raised, took out an exquisite wooden box from the inside of his robe, and slowly pushed it over: "Mr. Ollivander, take a look at this. Maybe your regret can be made up with this."

Rogge gave Pansy a look, asking her to hold Draco and not let the situation get out of control.

He didn't expect that Ollivander was more conservative than he thought. The so-called apprentice is to do chores for the master. When Ollivander is about to die, he may pass on the most critical technology of making wands.

"Salazar was able to do it, there is no reason for Voldemort to admit defeat." He thought of Voldemort's conceited personality, and that being able to defeat his ancestors would definitely make that guy feel sincerely happy, "Besides, Harry Potter also speaks Parseltongue, so he can seamlessly substitute into the perspective of the basilisk."

Although the store was very deserted, Mr. Ollivander still sat attentively behind the counter, his weathered hands carefully fiddling with an unfinished wand.

"Rogge..."

When the wooden box was slowly opened, Ollivander's eyes suddenly burst into amazing brilliance. His expression instantly became serious and focused, his hands trembling, and he carefully took out the wand as if holding the world's most precious treasure.

Olivander hesitated and wavered. He put on his reading glasses, hoping that the heavy lenses could cover the movement in his eyes.

"That's right."

So, he chose to skip and selectively read: "We have reason to believe that Arthur has been infected with the side effects of the snake virus due to excessive contact with Muggle items: attracting snakes and reducing IQ."

Luna seemed to be unconcerned about Roger's reaction, her eyes were already attracted by the book. She sat down briskly opposite Roger and picked up the heavy "Cryptozoology" without waiting for an invitation.

"There are so many animals I haven't seen." Luna's voice was full of excitement, her big eyes sparkling with curiosity, "Are there any harassment flies and nymph hooks in it?"