A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Just a little trick (heart-wrenching-black pen erased), hehe, I got what I wanted. Heidi came to my house and said she was pregnant, and it was mine... Fuck her!"

Thiago's diary was interrupted here, and the half-page blank represented a long time. After a long time, the strokes of a high-end feather pen appeared on a new page. Moreover, the font became cursive, although it was still sloppy.

"Heidi finally passed away, but I can still live a long time in this world. I heard that someone is building a magic school, maybe we can send our sons there."

"The making of a wand is a strictly confidential skill. It can only be passed down from generation to generation in our family through blood. Now I finally understand why wizard families are so conservative and exclusive."

"(From a dark wizard wanted by the Old World to a respected wand master-black pen crossed out) It took me 20 years to finally master this profound skill. I can't teach this exquisite skill to wizards with other surnames."

"(I kill people and prevent fires, but I am a good wizard-black pen crossed out) I am an old alcoholic and a gambler who loves the card table, but among all my identities, I am most proud of being an outstanding wand master."

After a period of self-boasting, Tiago finally began to record his own wand insights.

"Each wand has its own unique characteristics, which mainly depends on the materials and production process of its core and body."

"The material of the body determines the toughness and responsiveness of the wand. It is the dagger of the wizard's duel and cannot be sloppy." Tiago then wrote down his differences with traditional wandmakers: "But there is no need to worry too much about material selection. According to the Celtic tree calendar, suitable wood can be found in European forests."

"However, tradition does not mean complete reliability. As long as you have a bowtruckle, you can find more suitable materials. Those old wizards with beards longer than their legs will never tell you that their materials are all old wood that has been displayed for centuries, and they only have a stale smell."

Rog nodded secretly, and from here on Tiago's wand making notes were on the right track. The wizard's first half of his life was extremely bastard, full of chaos and debauchery. He fled from the European magic world to the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, and then he washed away his past and reshaped his identity.

Fortunately, after meeting the Roman squib, he finally completed the original accumulation. From this moment on, Tiago mastered the key to changing his destiny.

As for the Galleons he had obtained from robbery, smuggling, and playing cards, they were just tickets for him to revel in women's bellies. Just like the castles built with sand on the beach, they would fall apart when the waves came.

He then transformed himself into a wandmaker. By selling wands to wizards, fairies and other creatures, he soon owned land and manors. He even participated in the formation of the American magic world.

Tiago's wand body was extremely simple, including only three basic processes: cutting, carving, and polishing. In Roger's eyes, this was a carpenter's job and did not involve magic at all.

He patiently looked back and found the formulas of two magic solutions recorded by Tiago: crystal adhesive and rune etching water.

The former is used to firmly fuse the wand and the wand core together, while the latter can use celestial phenomena to carve natural patterns on the wand body (what Tiago calls runes).

In addition, there are two star arrays commonly used in alchemy: pentagram and octagonal star, which are used to enhance the power of the wand and ensure the stability of the wand respectively.

"All wild tricks." Rogge muttered softly, realizing that he had turned to the last page of his notes.

In fact, Tiago only mentioned briefly in his notes about the selection of wand cores, the use of celestial phenomena, and the construction of magic circles. Obviously, he was very worried that "his secret recipe" would be stolen or imitated, so he deliberately did not record it in detail.

"A thief and a bandit, I am most worried that others are also thieves and bandits. What a petty wizard." Rogge sighed, feeling that he was holding a piece of chicken ribs.

"Magic schools will teach astronomy, and the seventh-grade alchemy class will also teach the secrets of star arrays. Those two solutions can be prepared." He thought, feeling a little comforted.

"Now, I can only hope for the Death Eaters and Ollivander."

If the wand collector accepts his visit, he will have the opportunity to verify whether his conjecture is correct, and may even restore Tiago's wand-making technology in those days.

If he is rejected, there is only one way to go: rescue Grandma Jonker's grandson.

As for being an apprentice to Ollivander after graduation, Roger shook his head firmly. Even if Roger gave up and jumped off the cliffs of Dover, he would not go!

"I said, it's useless even if Merlin comes!" Roger murmured.

After enjoying a satisfying dinner at the Three Broomsticks, he and Luna walked towards Hogwarts together.

The night fell, and the bright moon illuminated the winter clothes of the earth. Luna stepped on a series of footprints on the snow, and introduced the various magical creatures she and her father discovered.

She slapped the heavy book in her hand excitedly, her eyes sparkling, and said: "Rog, this book is simply a great treasure."

"I've decided!" She suddenly stopped and clenched her fists, as if she had made some kind of determination.

Roger asked curiously: "What decision?"

"After graduation, I want to become a magic biologist and travel around the world!" Luna turned around, her eyes sparkling with dreams, "I will definitely find evidence of the existence of these magical creatures and show them to the world!"

"This is not an easy job." Roger smiled and nodded, and reminded softly: "It requires strong willpower, the ability to endure loneliness and solitude, and strong personal strength."

"I know, I will." Luna answered confidently.

"Yeah." Roger nodded approvingly and continued to move forward.

After a moment, he reminded: "You can try to reprint these creatures in "The Quibbler". Many wizards like this kind of mysterious content, and maybe it can increase the sales of the magazine."

"Yes." Luna's eyes lit up, and she jumped up excitedly, her golden hair flying in the air: "So many interesting animals should be known to all wizards..."

On Monday, Hogwarts was shrouded in light snow, and Harry and Weasley returned to Hogwarts. As soon as they left the academy, they heard whispers around them, as if calling them "careless ghosts".

Through Neville and Colin's explanation, they finally understood that all this was Malfoy's fault.

Several people had no interest in breakfast, and stared fiercely at the cheerful Malfoy at the long table in the distance. Especially when they thought that Arthur still needed to be treated in the St. Mungo's ward, their anger was even higher.

Ron and the twins were about to get up, and Neville hurriedly called them: "Don't be impulsive, Weasley!"

He hurriedly explained: "Professor Snape has already punished him, and besides, this is more the fault of the newspaper."

"Newspaper?" Several people asked in confusion.

"The report of the Daily Prophet." Colin next to him hurriedly added, "Rita distorted the fact that Mr. Arthur was injured and called..."

"Humph, that's also Malfoy's fault." Ron gritted his teeth and wanted to do something, but found that Professor McGonagall had stood in front of them without knowing when.

The square glasses further highlighted the severity in her eyes, and several boys sat back with a guilty conscience. However, this could not calm their anger towards Malfoy.

"Gentlemen, I understand your anger, but responding with violence will only make the situation worse." Professor McGonagall's voice was low, but every word was clearly heard by several people, "The school has talked to Draco's father, including Neville's parents."

She paused, her eyes swept across everyone's face, and then said: "If anyone makes trouble in the hall again, both parties will be expelled from the school."

The last few words were like a heavy hammer, hitting several people's hearts hard. For a moment, they felt as if an invisible boulder was pressing on their shoulders.

"Draco too?" George and Fred suddenly stood up, looking at the other side of the hall with a torch-like gaze.

There was a hint of challenge in their tone, and they were obviously not afraid of the new rules issued by the headmaster.

Malfoy, who was joking with his companions, felt their burning gazes, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a defiant expression. The three people's eyes clashed in the air, as if sparks were struck.

The noise in the hall stopped abruptly, and everyone held their breath, watching their silent confrontation with curiosity and surprise. The air was filled with tension.

"If we make trouble in the hall, both sides will be expelled." Someone whispered, with a hint of worry in his voice: "George and Fred will not die with Malfoy, will they?"

The surrounding discussions gradually sounded, and the students' expressions changed from surprise to complexity.

"Ah? Weasley is not that stupid, right?" A Hufflepuff student said in disbelief, his eyes widened.

"That's not certain. Don't forget, George and Fred are about to graduate. They can't find a good job in the wizarding world with their grades, and it's impossible for them to enter the Ministry of Magic like Percy."

"Besides, they won't have classes after Christmas."

"Wow, now that you say that, it's really possible." The people next to him suddenly realized.

The eyes of the people around them looking at the twins changed instantly, with a bit of admiration and a hint of fear.

In their eyes, the Weasley twins seemed to have become two bombs that could explode at any time. Some people even unconsciously moved aside, fearing that they would be involved in a possible conflict.

At the same time, at the Slytherin table, Roger pressed Malfoy's shoulders hard and pushed him back to his chair: "Draco, don't be impulsive."

"If you really want to teach them a lesson, you might as well wait for the Quidditch game." He lowered his voice, his tone calm and seductive: "There are no new rules of the headmaster on the field, what do you think?"

Draco took a few deep breaths and felt his anger slowly subside. A shrewd light flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "Yes, I will teach them a lesson on the field!"

Then, Draco continued to enjoy breakfast, pretending to be calm and chatting with the Slytherin students around him about the topic that had just been interrupted. Although the smile on his face was a little forced, at least on the surface it looked normal.

The atmosphere in the hall became lively again. The students' attention began to shift from the confrontation just now to their breakfast and small talk.

Although Ginny was equally angry, she was more worried about the safety of her family: "George, Fred, don't do anything stupid. We can't let Mom worry anymore."

Professor McGonagall's face was terribly gloomy, her brows were furrowed, and her lips were pursed into a thin line. She took the twins away, determined to have a serious talk with them to stop them from continuing such reckless behavior.

However, George and Fred's actions had an unexpected effect. After they showed their "die together" attitude, the annoying nickname "sloppy ghost" immediately disappeared from the castle.

Students began to avoid the twins intentionally or unintentionally, for fear of offending these two precious things. Especially the graduates of the same grade, they were more worried that they would ruin their future.

George and Fred soon noticed the strange attitudes and looks of the people around them. Instead of feeling frustrated, they were quite useful.

"I feel more powerful than the prefect." George whispered to Fred, with a smug smile on his lips.

Fred snorted contemptuously: "Hey, prefects are nothing, the student union president doesn't dare to provoke us!"

They stood arrogantly in the middle of the corridor, watching their classmates avoid them, and the smiles on their faces became brighter.

Harry, Ron and others were worried and helpless when they saw this scene. However, with the twins' personalities, they would definitely treat this as a fun thing and would not stop at all.

"Two damn dung bombs!" Malfoy cursed, his voice full of anger. He bent down to pick up a stone and smashed it into the frozen black lake with all his strength, splashing a piece of ice on the ice surface.

Roger leaned against the withered tree trunk and whispered: "Since you know, don't bother with them for the time being."

"But I... I don't accept it!" Malfoy kicked the gravel at his feet, his eyes full of unwillingness: "It's just being expelled, I don't care! My father can arrange for me to go to school at Durmstrang."

"But Slytherin cares, and everyone in the Jackdaw Magic Society cares." Roger's voice was very gentle, like a sweet spring that extinguished the indignation in his heart.

Draco groaned and sat down on the river bank. "Then avoid them in the future, and walk around them?" There was a hint of grievance and frustration in his voice.

"It's not long." Roger nodded, his eyes flashing with a sharp look, "The headmaster's rules are only within the scope of Hogwarts."

"They will graduate eventually, and there are still many days ahead, right?"

"You're right!" Draco gritted his teeth, with a hideous smile on his face: "George and Fred can be dung bombs in school, but their families outside can't be."

"I remember that his eldest brother is a curse remover for goblins, and another brother is in Romania..."

Roger was a little surprised when he heard Draco's words. He originally meant that after the twins graduated, he could use the power of the pure-blood family to suppress their business.

But he didn't expect that Draco would not hold a grudge overnight and wanted to retaliate immediately.

He smiled and did not stop Draco's plan. Instead, he added: "Arthur is still receiving treatment at St. Mungo's Magic Hospital, isn't he? I have a reliable friend in the Ministry of Magic's Finance Department. Maybe he can help a little with this matter."

"Really!" Draco's eyes lit up and jumped up from the ground. But then, his face became a little hesitant again: "Isn't this too much? If there is no treatment, Arthur, the dirty pure blood, might die..."

"What, soft-hearted? Remember, we didn't do anything." Roger patted his shoulder and reminded him: "The Finance Department will be on holiday at Christmas, isn't this normal? Mr. Arthur's medical expenses can be reimbursed after the holiday."

"The Ministry of Magic is full of honest and caring wizards who care about their colleagues. They have worked hard for a year under the pressure of the Dark Lord. It's not too much to take a holiday, right?"

"Some work has been delayed, and we can talk about it after the holiday. This is a normal process and very reasonable."

Draco nodded, not quite understanding, and felt much better. Although he still needs to avoid the twins at school, he immediately felt satisfied when he thought about finding compensation from their families.

If Roger did it, he would definitely handle it more cleanly and thoroughly than Draco.

The decurser works in the shadow of the pyramid, facing the threat of curses or the risk of being attacked by mummies at any time. It is normal for a breeder to occasionally lose an arm or a leg when he is with a dangerous dragon every day... As long as Roger is willing, he is absolutely capable of making the Weasley family spend an unforgettable and wonderful Christmas.

However, he chose to watch. Because this is Draco's business, he has his own will and ideas and is capable of handling this problem.

As a friend, Roger believes that giving support is the best help. Occasional "small suggestions" are enough.