A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Ordinary spells are nothing to Roger, but the Unforgivable Curses are not. No matter how powerful his magic is, he cannot resist them directly.

In this magical world, the supreme status of the three Unforgivable Curses is unshakable and has the highest priority.

Although some mysterious beings can resist the Unforgivable Curses. But for most wizards, the only correct choice is to avoid them.

Through the Raven Mask, Roger easily captured the hidden green beam. But he did not dodge immediately, but shuttled through the ocean of spells with ease. Either use armor to protect yourself against ordinary spells, or counterattack in the gap and turn the enemy's offensive into your own use.

His movements are as smooth as flowing water, like a dancer performing the waltz of death. The right foot slides forward lightly, and the left leg follows, landing accurately in front of the right toe. This seemingly simple step contains absolute control over the rhythm of the battle.

Then, his body seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, and his center of gravity instantly shifted to the tip of his left foot. His right shoulder swung back slightly, and the whole person turned in an elegant circle.

The hidden and cruel Unforgivable Curse flew past his shoulder, and the venomous snake missed its prey and finally bit an unsuspecting dark wizard in the distance.

A shrill scream rang out in the crowd, and he fell to the ground and twitched in pain. The cry echoed in the laboratory, writing a footnote for this doomed battle in advance.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Roger's mouth, and his eyes showed disdain and contempt.

"Heh, trash, let me see what else you can do." He sneered softly, completely ignoring the wizard who attempted a sneak attack.

Indeed, no one would deny the power of the Unforgivable Curse, and the magic world has no explicit regulations prohibiting wizards from using this spell first in a duel.

However, it is only meaningful to start with the Unforgivable Curse when there is a huge disparity in strength. The wizard who tried to steal the chicken thought he could hit the target with one strike, relying entirely on luck.

Professor Flitwick's words emerged in Roger's mind, "The wand and the spell are the skeleton of magic, and strong emotions are the spark that activates the spell."

In the initial stage of the duel, both parties are in the best condition, with abundant magic power and focused attention. At this time, if you randomly release powerful spells, it will not only be difficult to hit the opponent, but may also expose your own weaknesses.

The first priority of fighting is not to defeat the opponent, but to protect yourself from being defeated. Then, continue to use the spells that are handy to test and attack the opponent, and patiently wait for the fleeting opportunity.

When the opponent reveals a flaw, use the most powerful magic, with a thunderous force, to break the opponent's defense line in one fell swoop.

However, the battle in reality is much more complicated than theory. Just like walking in the fog, you must always be vigilant to distinguish whether the weakness exposed by the opponent is a real flaw or a carefully set trap.

What's more, at this moment, his battle is similar to a kind of single challenge. The Aurors were still behind, so they had to rely on themselves.

"Fire spells like a headless fly!" A sharp voice came from the Death Eater camp, "Stop him with many obstacles, and then we will cast spells together to send this ignorant guy to see Merlin!"

As soon as the voice fell, a low and hoarse voice responded with disdain: "Humph, vampires will not listen to you self-righteous wizards."

"We goblins are not your slaves who can come and go at your call. Who gave you the courage to command us?" Then, a sharper and more piercing voice drilled into the eardrum.

Faced with this group of pig teammates, the dark wizards were angry and anxious. Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, a bald werewolf wizard suddenly stood up.

His amber eyes flashed with a ferocious light, and the wand in his hand trembled slightly, but it burst out with powerful magic.

"I'll do it!" He growled, his voice full of wild threats.

He waved his wand skillfully and chanted the levitation spell. Under his control, a huge rock slowly rose up and floated in the air like a feather.

The werewolf wizard flicked his wrist violently, and the boulder whistled towards Rogge like a cannonball. Although the armor protection spell has an excellent defensive effect against magic attacks, its defense is extremely fragile in the face of such pure physical impact.

The golden magic shield trembled violently under the violent impact of the boulder, making a harsh buzzing sound. Although Rogge's carefully woven shield was not completely shattered, this fierce blow still forced him to stop moving forward.

The werewolf wizard's offensive was like a storm, without stopping. He waved his wand again, a dazzling light flashed, and the spell "Shatter into pieces!" roared like thunder.

In an instant, the boulder in front of Rogge was torn apart. A deafening explosion rang in his ears, and the gravel and smoke were like a gray storm, instantly engulfing his vision.

In this chaos, the heavy footsteps were like the footsteps of the god of death, carrying a suffocating murderous aura.

"Kid," the werewolf wizard's voice was particularly cold in the smoke and dust, "Didn't your professor tell you that armor can't stop the wand!"

Before he finished speaking, Rogge saw a cold light piercing through the smoke and dust. The werewolf wizard's wand, at this moment, was like a sharp dagger, piercing his proud golden shield without any hindrance.

Rogge's pupils suddenly contracted, and a look of shock flashed across his face. He stared at the magic power contained in the other's wand, and his brain quickly thought about the reason why the armor couldn't stop it.

Ordinary armor is a durable iron shield in front of the spell, while Rogue's armor is a mobile Great Wall. Only continuous physical attacks can quickly weaken the protective ability of the mobile Great Wall.

However, the magic wand is an exception. It has both physical and magical properties, like a magic key to open the city gate, which can instantly pierce the defense of the armor.

There was a crazy light flashing in the eyes of the werewolf wizard, and Rogue's panicked face was reflected in his amber pupils. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing sharp and long canine teeth, which looked particularly white and dazzling in the dim light.

At this moment, he had seen the picture of victory: the magic wand pierced Rogue's soft throat, and warm blood gushed out like a fountain. He could almost feel the warmth and smell the intoxicating smell of blood.

Ta!

A crisp and short collision sound suddenly sounded, like a thunder, instantly shattering the werewolf wizard's fantasy of victory. Rogge's wand was like a flash of lightning, drawing a clean arc and fiercely picking up the opponent's wand.

If it weren't for the powerful strength of the werewolf wizard and the hand rope on the wand handle tied to his wrist. With just this one blow, his wand would be like a kite with a broken string, flying out of his hand.

Then, he himself would change from a bloodthirsty werewolf to a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Rosewood, unicorn heartstring, 12 inches, very tough. These features show incredible power at this moment.

Hogwarts students have always been keen on discussing each other's wand materials and inner cores, but few people pay attention to the length and toughness of the wand.

Only in a close-range life-and-death struggle can you deeply appreciate the importance of the latter two.

1 inch longer 1 inch stronger, this old proverb also applies to the magic world. A 30-centimeter wand is enough to deal with most wizards' battles, unless you encounter some weird wizards whose wands are as long as civilized sticks.

The very tough characteristic ensures that Rogge's wand can remain consistent in fierce battles and will not break due to strong impacts.

This toughness gives Rogge unparalleled confidence, allowing him to attack as much as he wants in "hand-to-hand combat".

In sharp contrast, the wand of the werewolf wizard on the opposite side is characterized by hardness.

Two wands, two characteristics, each with its own advantages. One can withstand greater impact, and the other can transmit more powerful power to the wizard. The difference between good and bad depends entirely on the ability and wisdom of the holder.

The originally arrogant expression on the werewolf wizard's face solidified instantly, as if he was awakened by a basin of ice water. His eyes fell on the newly broken gap in his wand, and a hint of surprise and thought flashed in his eyes.

His wrist trembled slightly involuntarily, and his heart was surging with incredible emotions-this seemingly weak young wizard in front of him actually has more powerful power than himself.

Rogge's unicorn wand rotated flexibly in his hand, and finally held it in his hand, like a cold and deadly three-edged thorn.

Because it has no blade, its attack methods are greatly limited. It cannot be slashed as flexibly as a dagger, and can only be stabbed and picked.

But in the contest between wizards, everyone uses a similar wand shape, which is fair.

"Damn kid." The werewolf wizard roared, becoming more crazy and bloodthirsty. He suddenly changed his strategy, used his thick arm as a shield, and rushed towards Rogge's wand regardless of everything.

The muscles of the arm covered with coarse sweat hair were tense, and he did not flinch even if he was pierced by the wand. The corners of the werewolf wizard's mouth split to the roots of his ears, revealing a creepy smile, which was full of cruelty and desire for blood.

At the moment when Rogge was shocked by the other party's crazy behavior, the werewolf wizard's wand stabbed him fiercely like a venomous snake out of a hole. This sudden self-mutilation put him in a dilemma in rhythm and space.

Rogge's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and cold sweat flowed down his back. In his short wizard career, he had never encountered such a calm, cruel, and even willing opponent who would fight to the death with his life.

The fighting style of this werewolf wizard was completely different from that of the werewolf in Lab 15.

He first pierced through Rogge's powerful protective spell, exposing both of them to the threat of magic. At this moment, he was also surrounded by Death Eaters and could be killed by spells at any time.

Although Rogge was wearing an anti-curse dragon skin robe with soft silver armor inside. But in this case, it was still difficult for him to flexibly avoid the fatal attack of the Unforgivable Curse.

Unless, give up the wand...

This short and dangerous window period should have been a great opportunity for the surrounding Death Eaters to cast magic wantonly. They could completely ignore the life and death of the werewolf wizard and kill Rogge completely with dense Unforgivable Curses.

However, at this critical moment, they actually stopped waving their wands in an instant and did not finish the spell that was about to come out.

For a moment, Rogge didn't know whether to praise their combat experience for being too mature, or to laugh at their over-maturity and childishness.

In this suffocating silence, a few sober-minded Death Eaters finally reacted and realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. They chanted the spell again, trying to eliminate Rogge and the werewolf wizard at the same time.

The Aurors from Laboratory 15 rushed in quickly and broke through the encirclement of the Death Eaters. Their timely arrival built a new line of defense for Rogge, filling the fatal gap he exposed.

In this fleeting moment, Rogge was sweating profusely. The tip of his nose smelled the breath of death, and his pupils saw the sneer of death.

At this moment, he was deeply aware that too much strength would often make people ignore subtle fatal dangers.

"Death!" Rogge roared, his expression suddenly became extremely serious, his eyes as sharp as an unsheathed blade.

His left hand struck out with lightning like a dragon's claw, firmly clamping the werewolf wizard's wrist. At the same time, his right leg suddenly lifted up, aiming directly at the opponent's crotch. The blow was fast and hard, with no reservations.

In a real battle of life and death, there is no such thing as etiquette. Lifting the vaginal legs, inserting eyes, and knocking on the back of the head, these seemingly low-level tricks are often more deadly and effective than those flashy and gorgeous tricks.

Severe pain swept through the werewolf wizard's body like a tide, and this pain even surpassed the torture of the Cruciatus Curse. He was like a cooked shrimp, falling to his knees in pain and curling up in a ball involuntarily.

Rogge coldly withdrew the wand from the werewolf wizard's forearm, his movements quick and decisive.

"A respectable opponent." Without any hesitation, he silently raised his wand, and a Divine Edge Shadowless Curse accurately pierced the opponent's head. Immediately afterwards, two more Divine Edge Shadowless Curses hit the werewolf wizard's torso mercilessly.

Twice on the chest and once on the head, Merlin shook his head when he came.

Rogge shook off the blood on his wand expressionlessly, as if what just happened was just a routine matter. He stepped nimbly on the surrounding gravel and jumped up.

In an instant, the wings of Daedalus spread out behind him, like a silver lightning, piercing the dark and oppressive space.

"Fire is raging." Rogge whispered the spell, and the wand immediately spit out surging waves of fire.

This was no ordinary flame, but a raging flame that swept in like a tsunami, instantly engulfing everything in front of the tip of the staff.

Suddenly, an Auror shouted: "There are Muggles here."

The flame seemed to be alive, leaping nimbly over the iron cage, rolling tongues of flames rolling up the rock wall, burning the cold and humid air to dryness and pungency.

The steel equipment melted like butter under this terrifying high temperature and turned into flowing molten steel; the vampires turned into ashes before they even had time to scream; the dark wizards were horrified and fled in panic; the goblins screamed , jumping, fleeing in all directions...

"Merlin's beard!" An Auror murmured in disbelief with his eyes widened: "Is this really just an ordinary blazing flame? I feel it is as powerful as the fire of lava."

"No, it's obviously more powerful than lava fire. But, it's an advanced magic spell." Another Auror shook his head, his voice trembling with shock.

The Aurors stood there dumbfounded, witnessing with their own eyes that Roger alone swept away the Death Eaters surrounding them like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. They stood stiffly, their mouths bitter. Each of them swallowed hard, their hearts filled with awe and a hint of fear.

"Get it." Rogge calmly looked around the quiet room and said softly. As his words fell, the flame at the tip of the staff extinguished instantly, as if it had never existed.

The air was filled with the smell of burning and a suffocating silence. Rogge stood in the mess, like a silent statue, exuding a deterrent force that could not be ignored.

He turned to look at the Aurors. Even though they were covered by the mysterious crow mask, the cold gaze in those eyes still made people shudder. The Aurors subconsciously took a step back, as if the person standing in front of them was not a Hogwarts student, but a giant dragon.

Rogge took a deep breath and slowly brought himself back to reality from his extreme sanity. He cleared his throat, his voice calm and firm: "Help."

This brief command was like a thunderbolt, instantly awakening the Aurors who were still in shock. They woke up from a dream, rushed to the corner of the laboratory, and began to examine the imprisoned Muggles and wizards.

His target is Laboratory No. 9, which is just No. 14. Without any hesitation, he raised his wand, and a violent disintegration curse burst out. A red light flashed, and the closed iron door was instantly blown to pieces.

When the smoke cleared, Laboratory 13 came into view, but there was no trace of a Death Eater. Rogge sneered, not surprised at all. These Death Eaters, who took advantage of the rise of Voldemort to make profits, were originally disloyal and greedy for life.

The Dark Lord only needs a reward, but the Death Eaters responsible for spreading fear have many things to consider. Otherwise, he would have to endure the torture of the Cruciatus Curse after escaping. He was not the leader of the inner circle, so why did he risk his life?

The wings of Daedalus behind Rogge spread out again, fanning a powerful whirlwind. His wand kept waving, and streaks of red light split through obstacles like sharp swords.

In the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared from everyone's sight, leaving only a series of stunned eyes and a weak stream of air.