A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

From the street, this looks like an ordinary second-hand furniture store. In the spacious exhibition hall, various sofas, wardrobes and tables sit side by side and back to back.

Each used item comes with a small, delicate piece of paper with specific information about the seller and furniture.

The most eye-catching thing in the store is the antique chandelier hanging in the middle of the ceiling. It is said to date back to the last century and sells for a lot of money.

Before Rogge even stepped into the store door, he heard a crackling sound coming from inside. Through the window, he saw several burly men in suits fiercely attacking an Asian man of medium build.

Although he is not as strong as his opponent, he is as agile as a cheetah, and every dodge is just right. You can even look for opportunities to counterattack and push the enemy back.

His hair is longer and his face is angular. When the arms are stretched out, they have considerable dimensions and contain astonishing power.

The most striking thing, however, is his strikingly large nose.

"Wow, hello, Uncle Long!" Rogge greeted easily, as if the melee in front of him was just an ordinary tea party.

He casually pulled up an ancient-looking chair and sat down leisurely.

"Ah~" Uncle Long was stunned when he heard the sound, thinking that Xiaoyu had sneaked over. He turned around and avoided a fierce direct punch, only to realize that the person greeting him was a strange young boy: "Hello..."

"The crow takes a plane!" Before he finished speaking, Ah Fu, who had fiery red hair, suddenly jumped up from the table.

If you jump high, you may not pee far, but you will definitely hit your head easily. His head hit the ceiling firmly with a muffled thud. Then, like a kite with its string broken, it fell to the ground in an awkward manner, covering its head and rolling around in pain.

"0 points, please keep up the good work." Rogge conjured up a sign with a big zero egg painted on it.

Zhou looked at Ah Fu rolling on the ground and couldn't help but add a stab: "You were laughed at by a child."

When Ah Fu heard this, he immediately felt that his self-esteem had been greatly hit. He suddenly jumped up from the ground and shouted: "Carp Kick, Eagle Claw Kung Fu, tight hug..."

He was like a ferocious bird swooping down from the top of the mountain, his hands in the shape of eagle claws, his nails flashing with cold light, and he grabbed at Jackie Chan.

Uncle Long subconsciously stretched out his arm to block, but he didn't expect that Ah Fu's eagle claws directly tore his coat, revealing the white vest underneath.

"Wow, it hurts!" Uncle Long took a breath and waved his injured arm up and down.

Ah Fu had no intention of giving his opponent a chance to breathe. Like a star player who had been practicing for two and a half years, his movements became faster and faster, and he landed a solid iron mountain back.

The right shoulder, which was full of muscles, was like a wooden hammer, slamming into Jackie Chan's arms. In the blink of an eye, Jackie Chan flew away into the distance.

The force of this blow was so great that it even knocked off all the boxers in suits in the flight path. The thugs who were originally besieging him let out a few screams of pain and were forced to act as human cushions.

The joy of victory made Ah Fu even more excited. His mouth seemed to be equipped with a motor, and he shouted out a series of powerful-sounding moves: "Rhino collision, long arms in the sky, monkey fishing for the moon..."

"Ah Fu really has unlimited skills." Rogge smacked his lips, and each version of him was a god, and each version was shaving down Ah Fu. "However, Jackie Chan is invincible in the furniture store."

"The tiger hunts, the crocodile sways its tail..."

Jackie Chan sat back on his butt and used the sofa behind him to complete a beautiful backward turn. This move not only avoided Ah Fu's attack, but also picked up a square stool.

He holds the stool in both hands and moves smoothly, as if he is performing a set of exquisite wooden dummy kung fu. While tossing and turning, he easily blocked Afu's fierce and swift punches and kicks.

"Little devil, this is not the place you should be." Zhou Zhou wore a pair of bright yellow sports-style glasses and struck a pose that he thought was cool.

"Sorry, sir, don't block me from watching the battle." Rogge smiled and took out a stack of Galleons from his pocket and asked, "Also, can you do me a favor?"

Zhou's eyes were immediately attracted by the gold coins flying up and down between Rogge's fingers. His attitude suddenly changed 180 degrees, and he quickly said: "Ask me quickly."

He reached out and tried to grab the tempting gold coin in front of him, but he always came just a little short.

"Why are you fighting?"

Zhou's expression suddenly became wary, and he shook his head firmly: "Change the question."

"Okay, are the Bowei family still here?"

"Bo Wei?" Zhou muttered, frowning slightly. He turned and shouted towards the crowd who were still fighting: "Afen, Lasu, do you know anyone named Bo Wei?"

"Bo Wei???" The other two members of the trio of stupid thieves looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.

Jackie Chan seized the opportunity and nimbly jumped up on the shoulders of Ah Fen and La Su. He grabbed the chandelier hanging from the ceiling and kicked Afu quickly to force him to retreat.

When Rasu saw the gold coins in Rogge's hand, he suddenly became greedy. He said fiercely: "Kid, give me the gold coins, and then get out and find your mother."

He said that he gave up the siege and roughly stretched out his hand to grab it.

Before Rogge could take action, a figure suddenly appeared and easily stole the Galleons in the air.

"What a beautiful gold coin." A clear female voice sounded.

"Ah, our gold coins." The trio of stupid thieves exclaimed.

On the other side, Jackie Chan shouted in surprise: "Xiaoyu!??"

"Uncle Long, are you looking for me?" Xiaoyu stretched out her hand to greet him, as if she was called by Jackie Chan.

"Antelope jump!" Ah Fu seized the opportunity when Jackie Chan was distracted and flew up suddenly.

He shouted: "Hurricane Kick." The whole person spun in the air, and the attack came quickly and fiercely, kicking Jackie Chan directly in the direction of Roger.

"Hello, Uncle Long?" Roger saw Jackie Chan sliding along the floor and greeted him calmly, "Do you need help?"

Xiaoyu heard this address, while pulling Jackie Chan up, and asked suspiciously: "Is he also your nephew?"

"I don't know." Jackie Chan rubbed his chest that was kicked and tapped Xiaoyu's head lightly, "Why are you here? Return the gold coins to him."

"Take it if you like to play, I still have a lot here." Roger said generously, and shook his wrist lightly.

In an instant, the remaining Galleons shot towards Ah Fu and others who were running over like shining darts.

The gold coins drew a beautiful arc in the air, like several golden lightnings, leaving a string of sharp wind sounds in the air.

In a split second, Ah Fu reacted quickly and raised his arms in front of him: "Hide your head like an ostrich." He managed to dodge it, but the others were not so lucky. They were hit by the gold coins and screamed. The scene was in chaos for a while.

Seeing this, Jackie Chan immediately turned to Xiaoyu. He put his hands on Xiaoyu's shoulders and said earnestly: "Xiaoyu, stay here. I will deal with these people."

"Help to watch her." He turned to Roger, said briefly, and rushed into the enemy group again.

"Uncle Long, we are the Dragon Team..." Her voice gradually became inaudible.

Watching this scene, Roger felt a little familiar. He turned to Xiaoyu and showed a friendly smile: "Hello, meet Roger Travis."

However, Xiaoyu turned her face away and deliberately ignored him. She said with a stern face: "Uncle Long told me not to talk to strangers, not to chew with your mouth open, and not to spit anything."

"Did it say not to take other people's things?"

"That's not the case." Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at him, flicked her thumb, and the gold coin drew a beautiful arc in the air, as if to return it to him.

At the same time, she was ready to go up quietly to help. However, an irresistible force suddenly pressed on her shoulder, making her unable to move.

"Sorry, Uncle Long asked me to watch you." Rogge's voice came from behind, with a hint of pride. His hand was firmly pressed on Xiaoyu's shoulder, like a small mountain.

Xiaoyu was not willing to give up. She immediately performed a delicate grappling technique, grabbing Rogge's back of the hand with her left hand, and her fingers accurately attacked the Hegu point at his tiger's mouth.

A sharp pain rushed straight to Rogge's brain along the nerves of his arm, making him frown slightly. To Xiaoyu's surprise, Rogge remained motionless, and the strength of her shoulder did not change at all.

"I'm a man of my word." Rogge shook his head and motioned her not to struggle.

He thought: It would be a good thing to quietly stand by the door and watch Jackie Chan show off his skills in the furniture store and defeat a group of people with all kinds of furniture.

This kind of lively and energetic scene can never be shown in movies. The tense and exciting atmosphere in reality is far more shocking than the pictures on the screen.

With Xiaoyu's repeated assurances, Rogge finally let her go. Although this quirky girl wanted to help all the time, she was pressed down by Rogge after trying several times.

Seeing her frustrated look, Rogge couldn't help but remind her: "Be careful, this second-hand furniture store is not as simple as it seems."

"You also know that they stole the emperor's jade?" Xiaoyu asked tentatively.

"Jade?" Rogge muttered to himself, and a strange picture immediately emerged in his mind: each finger of the jade hand popped out a toothbrush, spoon, scissors, toothpick, and ear pick in turn.

"I'm not here for the jade, isn't Dad here?"

Xiaoyu didn't answer, but looked at him more vigilantly.

The fight continued. Jackie Chan relied on his superhuman physical strength and superb skills, and finally won after dozens of rounds of fierce confrontation. Ah Fu and others were all knocked to the ground, unable to stop him.

"Awesome, he is indeed the God of War in the furniture store."

"God of War in the furniture store? Are you talking about Uncle Long?"

"That's right." Rogge nodded firmly, his tone full of admiration, "Jackie Chan is simply invincible in fighting here. If it is made into a movie, it will definitely be a big hit."

Just then, a round of applause interrupted their conversation. The wall suddenly moved back, revealing a hidden secret door. A man with four strands of white hair walked out slowly, with a meaningful smile on his face.

"Mr. Jackie Chan, if it weren't for this turmoil, I would welcome you to participate in the martial arts talent selection competition I hold every year." Basachang showed a fake smile that businessmen are accustomed to, with a hint of slickness in his voice, "We will definitely contribute to charity."

"His hands are made of jade, is it convenient to go to the toilet?" Roger's voice broke the tense atmosphere, and this seemingly nonsensical question made everyone stunned for a moment.

"Who is this?"

"His name is..." Jackie Chan scratched his head, and he seemed to have forgotten the name of this young man, although he seemed to have introduced him just now.

"Roger Travis." Roger stood up calmly and moved the stool away. He stared at Basachang, his tone calm and oppressive: "Is the Bowei family or Mr. Abel here?"

This sudden question stunned everyone present, and Xiaoyu retreated to Jackie Chan vigilantly.

"Aren't you here to find the emperor's jade?"

"I never said that." Rogge shrugged, his tone was frank and relaxed: "A friend told me that the Bowei family is here. You..."

He pointed at Basachang and said: "A jade thief disguised as a philanthropist appears here, which makes me suspicious of the Bowei family."

Barcelona's expression suddenly became solemn, but Rogge didn't care about his reaction. Instead, he continues his analysis:

"It stands to reason that they have their own skills and should not covet the Jonker family's craftsmanship too much. Unless..."

Rogge smiled and made a somewhat fanciful guess: "Unless the Bowei family does not make wands, but is a carrier of wands."

"Magic wand?" Uncle Long and Xiaoyu exclaimed in unison, "Are you a wizard?"

"Yes, a student studying at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Rogge nodded and admitted, then pulled out a mysterious wooden stick.

A white light shot out from the tip of the wand, and the broken furniture fragments in the store quickly coalesced under the influence of magic and returned to their original appearance.

Jackie Chan and Xiaoyu stared at this scene dumbfounded, while Basa Chang's face became even more ugly.

"The Bowei family is in the door behind you, right?" Rogge took a step forward, and several vicious green lights suddenly shot out from behind the secret door, not caring that it would cause accidental injury.

"Get out of the way!" Rogge reminded loudly, and the wand shot out a floating spell to control the big bed and smash it against the secret door, blocking the opponent's sight.

At the same time, he deftly kicked up several bamboo chairs at his feet. Although he is not as good as Jackie Chan in terms of movement, he is more than enough to block the Unforgivable Curse.

"Get out, this is not a battle you can participate in." Rogge drew his sword with his left hand, and quickly waved his wand with his right hand, drawing a series of complex trajectories.

Next, spells such as disintegration, fluorescent flashing, blazing flames, and divine sharpness are like colorful lasers, shooting into the secret door dizzyingly.

Barcelona often faced the rushing wizards with a glint of confidence in his eyes. He raised his mysterious jade hand in a fighting posture.

bass!

A series of harsh sounds echoed in the air, and his jade hand was cut with a V-shaped crack by Rogge's sword blade. Although the jade hand was disabled, it still clamped the opponent's cross sword tightly.

"A magic hand?" Rogge frowned slightly and made a quick judgment. He released the hilt of the sword without hesitation, crossed his steps back and forth, and turned around quickly.

He didn't run away, but at the moment he turned around, he suddenly spread the wings of Daedalus. The metal wings were like a huge slap, violently knocking Barcelona away. He hit the bookshelf hard and lost consciousness for a moment.

Jackie Chan protected Xiaoyu and did not leave immediately. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, wondering how these huge wings were hidden on Rogge's body.

"It's completely different from dad's qi magic." Xiaoyu stared at his weapon excitedly and shouted: "Uncle Long, where is Hogwarts? Can I go to school there?"

"This..." Jackie Chan shook his head, "I've never heard my father say that."

At this moment, several figures flashed across the illuminated secret room. Rogge immediately became alert and rushed in without hesitation.

When Xiaoyu saw this, she couldn't help but want to rush in to find out.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Jackie hugged Xiaoyu who was eager to try: "It's too dangerous. You have to find dad for support. Use..."

"Use magic to defeat magic." Although Xiaoyu was a little reluctant, she also understood that what Uncle Long said made sense. She nodded: "Okay, you have to be careful, Uncle Long!"

Looking at Xiaoyu's back quickly leaving, Jackie Chan took a deep breath. His eyes glanced at the fragments of the bamboo chair that had been shattered by the green curse, and he bent down to pick up a table board of suitable size to use as a temporary shield.

Then, he pulled out Rogge's cross sword from Jade's hand. Like a knight, stepping into a secret room illuminated by fluorescent lights.