A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Voldemort felt that he was wronged. He was studying spells peacefully in his room. Who did he offend? He was cursed for no reason and his soul was destroyed.

He closed his eyes painfully, and the blood vessels under his skin kept shaking like spasmodic earthworms. He took a deep breath, immersed his consciousness in the depths of his soul, and carefully examined every inch.

Suddenly, his eyes opened sharply, and his pupils dilated with fear.

"My legs!!!" Voldemort suddenly realized why he felt that his legs were redundant.

Because his soul seemed to have been cut by an invisible sharp blade, and a small piece was missing. That part just corresponded to the part below his knee.

Voldemort sneered, and a trace of madness flashed in his eyes.

"In that case, let me see." He muttered to himself, raised his wand, and slashed it fiercely.

The light of magic flashed, and the two calves fell off. Strangely, there was no bleeding at the cut on the knee. The smooth cut surface exposed blood vessels, muscles and bones, which seemed to have strong vitality and began to produce granulations of varying lengths.

These granulations grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, the broken blood vessels were reconnected, the muscle fibers were repaired... Finally, a thin layer of skin covered all the internal tissues.

It seemed that his legs were born like this.

Voldemort raised the cut calf and examined it carefully under the dim light. The two calves showed an ominous gray color, and the touch was like a long-weathered stone, dry and fragile.

"Interesting." His voice was mixed with curiosity. With a slight squeeze, the calf immediately disintegrated into countless tiny fragments, passing through his fingers like sand.

"Dead!" A trace of fear flashed in Voldemort's eyes, "What kind of spell made my leg die without warning."

This silent attack brought him a huge psychological shadow. A terrible thought flashed through his mind: What if it was not the calf that was broken, but the head...

"No, I am immortal!" Voldemort clenched his fist and completely crushed the remaining calf in his hand. Gray powder floated in the air, like a sarcastic sneer.

From then on, he had to float in the air like a Dementor and could never set foot on the ground again.

"No matter who you are, I will not forgive you!" He gritted his teeth and roared, with a raging anger in his eyes.

This fear, which came from fear, made him decide to summon the goblin Narrak to see him.

At this moment, his seventh Horcrux, the basilisk, was in a life-and-death crisis.

At the moment when Rogge threw out the Slytherin pendant box, he did not stand there waiting. He raised his sword and chopped it down, not giving the basilisk any time to breathe.

When the basilisk bounced high in front of his eyes and was cut through the snake's tail by the broken blade. A snow-white light pierced into its snake pupil like a sharp silver needle.

The sword pointed directly at its head. If it was hit, the basilisk would be cut in two by Rogge, starting from the head.

At this moment, it had no time to chant a spell, and there was no place in the air to change its body posture. No matter from which aspect, this sword would be a sure kill.

In a flash, the basilisk showed an amazing reaction speed. It suddenly raised its neck and blocked the path of the sword with its fangs.

Clang!

The sound of metal and bone colliding echoed in the secret room. The two huge fangs broke with a sound, and the basilisk lost its deadly weapon, but it gained a glimmer of life for itself.

Rogge's expression was still calm and serious, even though the blade had deviated from its original trajectory.

The sharp sword continued to move, cutting off one-third of the basilisk's mouth. The sword body slid along the basilisk's scalp, leaving a beautiful sword light in the air.

Sizzle...

The venom flowing out of the broken fangs began to corrode the ground, corroding the hard stone slabs into a black honeycomb. The venom was emitting bubbles of various sizes, and the poisonous gas mixed with the bursting sound of bubbles was a horrifying scene.

"Be careful, it's poisonous!" Dad's voice sounded behind him, and he tried to stop Rogge who was about to chase.

But Rogge had made up his mind.

"Can't let it escape!" "He said firmly, took a deep breath, held his breath and rushed into the colorful black poisonous fog.

On his face, hands, arms... every inch of skin exposed to the poisonous fog felt severe pain.

Rogge felt his skin burning, as if pierced by countless red-hot needles.

The snake venom also slowly took effect, and the numbness spread throughout his body like an electric current, and finally drilled into his skull. A strong dizziness came over him, almost making him lose his balance.

But Rogge did not give up. He gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay awake. Relying on his combat instinct, he swung a sword fiercely to the left front.

Severely injured The basilisk struggled desperately, but it found that it could not avoid Rogue's sword no matter what. The severely injured body, the narrow space, and Rogue who dared to rush into the poisonous fog all led to its death.

The sword passed, the body was broken, and the snake died.

The basilisk's head hit the floor heavily, making a dull sound. Its snake eyes, which were once full of terrifying magic, had completely lost their spirit at this moment.

The poisonous fog, along with the snow-white sword light, slowly dissipated.

"Dead~" Valon raised his head and stared at the pair of snake eyes that had brought him endless fear.

However, at this moment, he suddenly found that his body could not move, as if it was fixed by some invisible force.

Rogge put down his sword and breathed a sigh of relief. The tension of the battle gradually faded away, but the severe pain on the skin became more obvious. He endured the pain and carefully pulled off the cloth from his eyes.

"Hiss..." The strong stinging pain made him take a breath. He looked down at his arms. Countless tiny blisters had appeared on his skin, which was shocking.

At this moment, a steady male voice came from the door: "Walong, you are under arrest."

Blake, like all police officers, always comes after everything is over.

He lifted up Walon, who was as stiff as a sculpture, and frowned as he looked at the criminal who was still alive and kicking just now.

"Wa Long? Are you turned to stone by Snake Eyes?" There was a hint of confusion in his voice.

"Don't worry." Rogge explained, "After the death of the basilisk, the petrification ability of the snake pupil will weaken."

As he spoke, he gently picked it up with the tip of his sword, and the two snake pupils, which were like huge gems, were taken out intact.

The feeling in hand is like holding two oversized slugs covered in mucus, soft and slippery.

Rogge quickly took out a glass bottle from the traceless expansion bag on his waist and carefully put the snake pupil into the mysterious liquid inside.

At this moment, Blake strode over with seriousness written on his face.

"Listen, Mr. Wizard." There was a hint of warning in his tone, "These are very dangerous things and must be properly kept by professionals. You have to hand them over to District 13."

Rogge heard this and slowly turned around. There was a trace of disdain in his eyes, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "You?"

He asked, his voice full of contempt, "First of all, the basilisk was killed by me and is my trophy. Secondly, with all due respect, Muggles are better off not touching such magical items."

"Not only will they pose unknown dangers to you, they will also violate the "Secrecy Act."

"Muggle?" Black frowned, obviously confused by the unfamiliar word.

"This is what we wizards call ordinary people." He explained, with a hint of impatience in his tone. "Don't get me wrong, there is no discrimination. The American Magical Association also calls you No-Majs."

While speaking, Rogge moved his body carefully, trying to avoid touching the blisters on his skin caused by the poisonous mist. Every movement brought a stinging pain that made him gasp.

He looked at the Holy Master on the wall and the talisman in the small jade bag with his peripheral vision.

"Your District 13 is as fragile as a piece of paper in the eyes of our wizards. Your so-called tight defense is vulnerable to real magic."

Blake's face turned red instantly, a spark of anger flashing in his eyes. As the leader of District 13, he had never been so despised, and even his father, who mastered magic, had never reprimanded him like this.

"This arrogant boy should really be taught a lesson!" he thought fiercely.

Feeling the smell of gunpowder in the air, Jackie Chan quickly stepped forward to smooth things over: "I don't think Rogge was targeting you personally. He was just stating the facts, although the way was a bit...direct."

"Jackie Chan, you don't need to say anything." Blake interrupted him forcefully, his voice suppressed with anger, "No matter what he means, these dangerous items must be properly kept by District 13. This is for the safety of everyone... …”

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a sudden curse.

"They're all petrified." Rogge took back his wand and cursed, "It's stubborn."

"Dad, are all the Muggles here so ignorant of themselves?" He said this in Mandarin with an extremely serious tone.

Dad looked at this scene with a helpless smile on his face. He sighed softly: "Dad is old, these are matters for you young people."

Jackie Chan watched all this dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. His eyes wandered back and forth between the petrified Black and Rogge holding the wand, and his heart was full of contradictions and anxiety.

"Roger," Jackie Chan finally said, "I understand your thinking, but is this too...is it really okay?"

"A basic spell, let him calm down and understand what magic and wizards mean." Rogge put the collapsing blade back into the Slytherin pendant and moved carefully, "He may be too protected by you, dad, and Xiaoyu. Okay. I will help him untie it before leaving...hiss~~"

Each blister on his skin seemed to have its own heart, beating on his nerves.

The pain is so deep that it cannot be cured by magic potions. Because it does not originate from the body, but from the soul.

Despite this, his eyes remained firm, and there was even a hint of joy in his heart.

"At least I'm still alive." Rogge thought silently, "If the snake venom was directly injected into the body through the fangs, without the Phoenix Tears, I would be dead."

"These blisters are just the slightest damage caused by exposure to snake venom."

Holding back the severe pain, Rogge quickly disposed of the basilisk's body and fangs. Although his movements were slightly slow due to pain, every step was clean and neat.

After he was done with it, he took out his wand, cast a levitating spell on himself, and slowly floated toward the exit.

At this moment, Xiaoyu came over curiously, her eyes shining with excitement.

"Wow," she exclaimed, "This is a bit like the power of the chicken charm!" As she said that, she stretched out her finger and lightly poked Roger's arm.

"Hiss..." Rogge took a breath of air, and the pain penetrated his brain like an electric current.

Xiaoyu immediately realized that she had made a mistake and apologized quickly: "Ah, does it hurt so much? Sorry, I didn't mean it."

She turned to her father and asked quickly, "Dad, do you have a way to solve the blisters on Roger's body?"

"I have never seen such injuries before. Let me check the magic book, maybe I can find some clues."

Roger forced a smile, although the smile seemed a little distorted because of the pain: "Don't bother, I have a solution."

He shook his head and now just wanted to go back to Hogwarts to ask the principal for the Phoenix Tears.

After saying that, he floated to the exit of the secret room alone, leaving a group of people behind him silently watching his back.

Jackie Chan couldn't help but sigh in a low voice: "What a tough guy."

He suddenly remembered something and was about to speak, when a magic beam suddenly flew from a distance and lifted the petrification of Black's body.

Blake was stunned for two seconds, then looked around and asked anxiously, "Where is the wizard just now?"

"He's gone."

"Gone?" Blake shouted and complained to the people around him, "How could you let him leave? Such dangerous things should be kept properly by District 13..."

"Ahem," Jackie Chan cleared his throat and interrupted him, "Blake, maybe he can also safely dispose of the body and eyes of the basilisk."

He pointed to the cracked door and partition of the vault, and the meaning was self-evident.

Blake looked at the scene destroyed by magic and realized that his argument was untenable. He knew that the facilities in District 13 were so fragile in the face of real magic, but he was unwilling to admit it.

Finally, he turned to Xiaoyu and shouted, "Xiaoyu, give the talisman back."

"Okay, Chief Black."

At the same time, Roger had returned to the Flash Golem House. Although his whole body was still in unbearable pain, he still forced himself to move forward. He didn't even have time to say goodbye to Lisa, leaving a note and hurried to the fireplace.

Feeling his soul becoming more and more painful and exhausted, he had to change his plan: "Travis Manor"

A ball of green flames rose into the sky and engulfed Roger. He felt his body being compressed, as if he was stuffed into a narrow rubber tube.

The intense pain was like countless tiny blades, raging from all parts of Roger's body, forcing him to stay awake. The scene outside the fireplace passed by him quickly, like a series of blurred oil paintings.

The dizziness and weightlessness intertwined, making him feel like he had turned into a potion, constantly spinning in a fiery crucible.

Bang!

When Roger finally left the Floo Network and returned to Slytherin Manor, he could no longer hold on, and the whole person fell into the fireplace like a fallen giant tree.

"Master? Master!" A shrill voice broke the silence of the manor.

The elf Beibei who stayed in the manor immediately ran over, and its tennis ball-sized eyes widened, looking at Roger with small blisters all over his body in horror.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Its hands trembled constantly, and its eyes turned red because of its eagerness. It was obviously frightened by Rogge's condition.

The advantage of house elves is that they are absolutely loyal to their masters and complete all the tasks assigned by their masters at all costs.

But they also have obvious disadvantages: their thinking is relatively rigid, and once they are separated from the direct instructions of their masters, they often cannot make correct judgments and actions on their own.

"Master, master..." Beibei cried and shouted, completely in a panic, and even forgot to ask Jessica for help.

"Water, Beibei... put me in the water." Rogge opened his eyes with difficulty, and his voice was as small as a mosquito, almost inaudible.

Hearing the master's order, Beibei stopped crying immediately as if he was under a spell. It shook the big bat-like ears hanging on both sides of its head, and a trace of firmness flashed in its eyes: "Beibei understands, master, Beibei will take you to the lake."

After that, Beibei carefully used magic to levitate Rogge and quickly flew towards the lake in the manor.

The moment Rogge's body touched the lake water, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

Although the cold lake water was biting, it was surprisingly comfortable. The water gently wrapped around Roger's body, like countless gentle hands, smoothing out the blisters that caused him severe pain one by one.

"Huh~" After a few minutes, Roger finally breathed a sigh of relief and slowly opened his eyes. The comfort brought by the lake water gradually made his consciousness clear.

"Master... are you feeling better?" Beibei's big eyes were full of worry and expectation.

Roger nodded slightly and ordered: "Go and get me the phoenix egg in the secret vault."

He slowly took off all his clothes and immersed himself in the cold lake water naked.

"This time it was just skin contact with the basilisk poison, what if it happens next time?" He closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

Although Arthur was bitten by the basilisk, his injury was obviously controlled by Voldemort: he would not die, but it was more like a torture.

Voldemort was not merciful, but wanted to use him to trick Harry into getting the prophecy for himself.