A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"It's great to be young." Grandma Jonker's eyes wandered over the two young people, with a trace of nostalgia flashing in her eyes.

She shook her head gently and brought her thoughts back to reality: "Mr. Rogge, you just mentioned downstairs that you wanted to ask me something. What is it?"

"Yes, mother-in-law. Regarding Thiago's wand." Rogge handed over the wand-making notes and said softly: "I asked Mr. Ollivander. He told me that the secret of Thiago's wand core is hidden in River monster literally.”

"River monster?" Granny Jonkel repeated in a low voice, frowning slightly. She put on her reading glasses and carefully flipped through the book in her hand. Sometimes he nodded, sometimes he sighed, as if he was deciphering a puzzle.

"After repeated deliberation, I think I have solved the mystery and found the secret core material used by Tiago. However, I am not 100% sure that it is the truth." He said and drew a flower on the table flower. Granny Jonker took a look, and the expression on her face instantly changed from confusion to shock.

"So it's this." She exclaimed, frowning in thought, and the wrinkles on her forehead became deeper.

After a long time, she spoke slowly: "I must admit, Mr. Rogge, your discovery surprised me. But I am not completely sure that your answer is absolutely correct."

"Unless we can find the wand Tiago made back then." She put down the note, a gleam of wisdom flashed in her eyes, "The old woman has some experience in making wands. If you don't mind, I can tell you about it, maybe it can be used Help you.”

Rogge straightened his back and nodded heavily, looking like he was asking for advice humbly.

"The mystery of the wand is far more complicated than we imagine. The materials of the wand core and shell are not static, and each different combination will have subtle and magical differences."

Although there was this knowledge in the notes, Rogge did not show any disappointment on his face. On the contrary, an even stronger desire for knowledge ignited in his eyes.

Granny Jonker looked at him approvingly, and then explained: "Actually, no matter which combination, even the Ollivander family cannot make a truly perfect wand."

She narrowed her eyes and smiled, and a mysterious smile appeared on her old face: "The wand is composed of two parts. But, have you ever thought about why we need the outer shell?"

Regarding this question, Rogge answered without hesitation: "Because when wizards fight at close range, they need to use their wands as thorns to fight."

"The wand must ensure that the wizard can fight under any circumstances. But the core of the wand is made of some kind of flexible material from magical creatures, and it cannot withstand the impact of close combat."

"Well said!" Granny Jonkel nodded heavily and praised: "Only wizards who have experienced brutal battles can truly understand the importance of the wand shell. Your keen insight can help you find the most suitable wand combination for the wizard. ”

"The core of the wand represents magic, allowing the wizard to control the four elements of water, fire, earth, and air. The outer shell represents matter and is the bridge between magic and reality.

However, no matter how skilled the wizard is, he cannot perfectly integrate two completely different things. This is the shackles of all wand masters, and it is also the ultimate test left to us. "

Rogge's pupils narrowed slightly, remembering the wand that the God of Death made not long ago.

Death may have used divine power to imbue ordinary branches with magical properties, thereby creating a new, powerful wand. Or, divine power is originally superior to magic.

Lisa had been sitting quietly, listening to the conversation between Roger and Granny Jonkel. At this moment, she finally couldn't help her curiosity and asked: "Mother-in-law, does this have something to do with Thiago's magic wand?"

Jonker nodded slightly and explained: "If Thiago can really make a material flower into a wand core, it means that he has found a way. A way to connect matter, magic, and elements. "

"He can even use the same material to make the entire wand. The core is the wand, and the wand is the core."

When Rogge heard this, he couldn't help but fell into deep thought. He touched his chin, doubts in his eyes: So, did Thiago not discover this back then, or did he discover it but couldn't find suitable materials to realize this idea?

"The flower is the answer he got." Granny Jonkel said calmly, and couldn't help but sigh: "Unfortunately, the flower itself is fragile and cannot withstand the impact of close combat."

"So it can only be a good material for a wand core, but it can't completely replace the structure of a traditional wand."

"The production process of this kind of wand must be very complicated. As for the effect..." She paused and shook her head: "The effect may be stronger than traditional wand cores such as phoenix tail feathers and dragon heartstrings, but it is certainly not much."

"The balance of a wand is delicate. Thiago found the answer that revolutionized wand making, but had to enclose the powerful core in a hard coffin."

"Wizards don't fight with a flower, even if it's a wand."

A flash of understanding flashed in Rogge's eyes, and the other party's explanation made him feel that his understanding of wand making had deepened.

Lisa and Barron could no longer hold back and began to taste the food on the table. Rogge noticed that Granny Jonkel had not yet taken action, so he smiled and signaled: "Grandma, please don't be polite."

"Sir, I'm sorry to disturb you." The waiter ran over belatedly, still holding the wine Lisa ordered in his hand, "How are you going to pay the bill?"

There are no checks or bank cards in the magical world, and all transfers need to be completed by the goblin himself: gold coins are taken out from one vault, then loaded into a car, and then transported to another vault.

He deeply suspected that these goblins did this just to get a few more looks at Garen.

"There's a Goblin Bank here, somewhere like Gringotts in Diagon Alley."

"Diagon Alley? Sir, Gringotts is the only bank in the magical world." The waiter smiled awkwardly, "They have temporarily suspended business in other magical worlds. How about we keep accounts?"

He turned to Lisa who was gently wiping off her lipstick with a handkerchief, "Miss Lisa is the store manager of the Flash Golem House. If you are willing to use the store as a guarantee, the Spark Hotel can record the meal expenses. As long as it takes one year. You can pay it off within a few days.”

Lisa was obviously stunned when she heard this. She looked at Rogge uneasily, feeling secretly annoyed in her heart. If she hadn't ordered this ancient and expensive bottle of red wine on a whim, Roger wouldn't have been put in such an embarrassing situation.

"Oh, don't you want interest?" Rogge patted her hand and told her not to be nervous.

The waiter shook his head firmly and said politely: "We believe in the credibility of the Flash Golem House."

The corners of Rogge's mouth curled up slightly, and he became a little curious about the boss behind the Spark Hotel, "Then let's keep the accounts."

After the wine was sobered up, Lisa shook the goblet gracefully and took a careful sip. She said slightly disappointedly: "It's such an expensive wine, but it doesn't taste good."

"You chose it yourself, and you have to drink it even if you cry." Rogge joked.

"Huh, I'll store the wine here. Come and taste it slowly next time." She said as she grabbed Roger's red wine glass, "Hmm~~This tastes much better."

Lisa's eyes smiled into the shape of a crescent moon, and she couldn't help but take another sip. She secretly slipped her feet out of her high heels and slowly stretched her legs towards Roger, trying to tease her with the black stockings through her pants.

"Grandma Jonkel, have you ever considered developing a career in the British magical community?" He secretly pinched Lisa under the table and sincerely invited: "Although the MACUSA has begun a counterattack, the trauma caused by the war is not It will calm down in a short time.”

"The Dark Lord has not yet been driven into the sea, and it will be quite some time before he is completely defeated. In the future, there may be even greater turmoil."

Mother-in-law Jonker's face tightened and her mood became very heavy. In the past, she had only seen the horrors of Voldemort in newspapers and books.

It can be seen that she has met Death Eaters and snake-men, and she has developed a deep fear of Voldemort, whom she has never met.

She took a deep breath and said, "Actually, I originally planned to go east to look for Barron after Christmas."

"I'm even ready to die." She held her grandson's hand tightly, with a kind smile on her face: "Now that he is back safely, I really have to reconsider the future."

"However, the British wizarding community... I'm sorry." Jonker shook his head firmly, with a trace of apology in his eyes: ". Ollivander's reputation and skills far exceed ours. Even before the virus outbreak, the three members of the American wizarding community were It’s hard for all the staff-making families to compete with it.”

"Actually, I'm considering taking a boat to go farther west." She wiped the cake crumbs from the corner of her grandson's mouth and said, "Minibus, can we go to the other side of the sea?"

Barron put down the flaming ice cream, snuggled into Granny Jonker's arms, and answered obediently: "I listen to grandma."

"Across the sea?" Rogge thought secretly. San Francisco is located on the west coast of America, and the sea she was talking about could only be the Pacific Ocean.

Russia also has its own wand family, and is unlikely to easily accept foreign wand-making families. Although Neon is geographically located in the Far East, it has long regarded itself as part of the European magical world.

Their wands are made of cherry blossom wood and have fixed "wand wizards" and production specifications. After thinking about it, only a big country in the Far East was left. (Bharat: Yes, that’s right, it’s me.)

Granny Jonker is an experienced and independent old wizard. She declined the suggestion to go to the British wizarding community, which contained profound considerations.

If he accepts Rogge's invitation, the Jonkel family will have to accept funding from the other family.

This means that their wand shop is likely to become a joint-stock company, not only sharing a portion of the profits every year, but more importantly, the core wand-making skills of the Jonker family may be lost.

Yes, although Granny Jonkel had given Rogge the leather bag containing the production notes, that was just basic knowledge.

Rogge can indeed make a qualified wand by following the above steps and methods. However, the real core secret remains hidden deep in her mind.

She would never reveal it to anyone except her grandson Barron.

The old woman still had a kind smile on her face, and there was nothing unusual about her. Lisa tried to persuade her several times, but she was skillfully resolved by Granny Jonkel.

Finally, Lisa sighed helplessly: "The sea is so big, you must be careful."

Rogge smiled and accepted Grandma Jonkel's decision with a calm mind. He took out a small bag from his pocket, put it gently on the table, and pushed it towards Granny Jonker: "This is to thank you for your advice. Don't refuse. Otherwise, I will not dare to write to you to inquire about the wand in the future. Wherever you end up, I wish you all the best.”

Granny Jonkel looked at the bag, then at Roger, and finally accepted it with a smile: "Thank you, child. If you have any questions in the future, remember to contact the old lady."

She led Barron away from the table and towards the counter of the Starfire Hotel.

Rogge secretly thought that if it were him, he would be unlikely to move to the British wizarding world.

The prices at Ollivander's Wand Shop were too low. The first wand only cost 7 galleons. After deducting the cost of materials and packaging, you may even make a small loss.

If you include Mr. Ollivander's crafting fee, you are simply giving away the wand for free.

Fortunately, what Rogge wanted to develop was not the wizard's wand market, otherwise it would be another investment destined to fail.

"Junior, congratulations on acquiring the wand craftsmanship of the Jonker family." Lisa held up the goblet, with a complex light flashing in her eyes: a hint of panic, but also a hint of cunning.

Roger elegantly picked up the wine glass between his index and middle fingers, and gently touched Lisa's glass. Lisa stared at him intently, watching him slowly bring the wine glass to his lips, and then slowly tilt it...

Suddenly, Rogge stopped and put the goblet back on the table with a smile.

"Senior sister, do you know the steps of wine tasting?" He smiled and took out a white handkerchief and gently spread it on the outside of the wine glass as a background.

Lisa was a little surprised, but still maintained a curious expression.

"Tilt the wine glass 45 degrees and observe the color."

“Young red wines usually have a deep purple or ruby ​​red color, which gradually becomes lighter as they age. As you can see, this wine has a slightly brownish color.”

Lisa's nervous expression immediately relaxed, and she secretly rejoiced: "I almost thought I was discovered."

"Then it's time to smell the aroma." Roger shook the wine glass gently, then brought it to Lisa, indicating that she should come first.

"Well, the smell of tanned leather, roses, iris, and..." She paused suddenly, her face turning slightly pale.

"Do you still have my hair fragrance?" Roger put down the wine and said with a smile: "The love potion has the luster of mother-of-pearl and spiraling steam. The red wine itself can hide these two characteristics, but it cannot hide the change in smell. ”

"It makes people smell different."

"I..." Lisa lowered her head like a child who made a mistake, "I don't know."

"It seems that senior sister didn't study Potions class well." His arm went around his back and pulled her into his arms.

"There is a smoky aroma." He gently sniffed the hair next to Lisa's ear and whispered: "Would you like me to give you some tutoring on potions? It's just the two of us on the fifth floor."

Lisa wrung her fingers and forgot to answer for a moment. She thought that Roger would leave angrily after discovering the love potion. Unexpectedly, he actually...

In her wild thoughts, she had somehow entered 5006 with Rogge. There are only ten extremely luxurious rooms on the entire fifth floor, and each number represents a culture.

Pure white marble, luxurious Roman columns. She followed Rogge into the hot spring bath, and immediately regained the initiative after reacting: "Little brother, do you want me to be your lover?"

"Guess, my store manager senior sister?" He inserted his hands into Lisa's hair and threatened: "Senior sister, you don't want to lose your job, right?"

"Damn it, I knew there was something wrong with that bottle of wine!" Lisa smiled charmingly, exuding endless charm.

Blonde hair, blue eyes and big waves, she has it all.