A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Dumbledore slowly stood up, staring at the wand in his hand in silence. After a long time, he sighed softly and carefully put the laurel wand back into the box

"Is it because of it?" Nicolas Flamel leaned forward impatiently, his voice trembling slightly with excitement, "This power to restore life is far beyond the imagination of wizards. Albus, it's amazing! It's a miracle!"

"But it's also dangerous!" Dumbledore's tone was low and firm. He slowly closed his eyes and recalled what happened just now. "You can't imagine what I just went through."

"At that moment, I felt that my existence was taken away. The brain, heart, eyes...all organs seemed to stop working. My soul, like a wisp of light smoke, almost floated away from this world."

"However, it is like a bridge that connects me and Tom." He paused and used a He used a metaphor to explain, "Imagine if there is a dry clay pot and an oak cup filled with sherry. What will happen when they are suddenly connected?"

"Average... no, they will reach a balance!"

"Yes, that's what happened just now." Dumbledore nodded slightly, and his tone became heavier: "This wand comes from hell, and you must spend your life to use it. Only when you are on the verge of death will it open the mysterious channel."

Amelia, who had been silent, came over and used his metaphor: "So, Albus. What is the criterion for it to choose the oak cup?"

"An opponent who has fought."

"Hiss..." The wizards around Dumbledore took a breath of cold air, and the heat in their hearts instantly subsided a little.

At this moment, this mysterious and dangerous laurel wand, as if it came from the depths of hell, lay quietly in the box in Dumbledore's hand.

Its evil makes everyone feel palpitations, but its power makes everyone desire it.

If someone wants to seize it, they have to confront Dumbledore head-on. This idea itself is enough to deter most wizards.

Because they can't beat Dumbledore, especially when he is so radiant.

However, this did not completely extinguish the enthusiasm of the wizards. A wand that can resist the unforgivable curse, a wand that can make people immortal. Just imagining such power is enough to make people's blood boil and their heartbeats accelerate.

Not being able to confront it head-on does not mean that you can't get it. .

In the legend about the old wand, its first owner Antioch had his throat cut in his sleep. Conspiracy and intrigue always hit the Achilles heel of the strong.

Dumbledore keenly captured the ambition in the air, and his voice was gentle and tough: "I will talk to him and then destroy it."

Nicolas Flamel frowned when he heard this: "You mean O..."

Dumbledore shook his head gently, indicating that he should not say the name: Garrick Ollivander.

"Okay, everyone." He looked around, his sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts: "We must understand that some forces are not used to control, but should be destroyed. For the greater good, for the peace of the magical world, this wand must disappear."

"In addition, we have a lot of things to do."

"Let these skeletons return to their coffins, restore the cemetery and church to their original state, and capture the escaped magical creatures. In addition, we must find the whereabouts of Mr. Newt."

"Harry, Neville..." His eyes were looking for something, but he found that Roger had quietly left.

Dumbledore paused slightly, and then said: "You need to get back to school in time. Don't forget that there are OWLs exams this year."

Roger did not go to the Department of Mysteries or return to Hogwarts. He came to Ollivander's Wand Shop and pushed open the door directly.

The crisp sound of the bell broke the silence in the store. Mr. Garrick Ollivander sat quietly behind the counter. He wore thick glasses and muttered to himself at a broken wand.

"The tail feathers of the Thestrals cannot be replaced, so we still have to use the previous ones. Merlin, I have to use a needle to connect the broken tail feathers, and not a single mistake can be made."

"What a delicate job, it's too hard for the old wizard's eyes."

Hearing the bell ring, he raised his head and looked at the door through the thick lenses.

When he saw the other person clearly, a friendly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Rogge? Have you received the owl letter?"

"Letter? Not yet."

"It's like this." Mr. Ollivander took off his glasses and smiled embarrassedly on his face, "When I talked about Tiago's wand with my old friend in the letter, I accidentally revealed that wand."

"I don't know how he told Dumbledore." There was a hint of apology in his voice, "Albus came to borrow it early this morning."

Rogge's wand was hidden in his sleeve, and his tone was calm, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry: "Your That old friend, could it be Nicolas Flamel?"

"Ah, this..." Ollivander was obviously surprised. He scratched his messy hair, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, "How do you know his name?"

"That's right, Nicolas Flamel is the wizard who has lived the longest in the wizarding world. He has the richest collection, and no one in the wizarding world can surpass him. It's not surprising that you can guess it. "

"But don't worry, Dumbledore will definitely return the wand. I know him, he is an honest and trustworthy wizard." Ollivander sighed, "I'm sorry, I didn't get your consent..."

Before he finished, the sound of flapping wings interrupted his words. A brown owl flew in from the open window, holding a package in its claws.

It landed gracefully on a pile of wooden boxes, tilted its head, and stared at Roger with its big amber eyes.

Roger took the package and gently untied the rough hemp rope. There was a letter and a rather heavy book inside.

"These are some trivial wand-making notes. I hope they can help you." Ollivander's tone was very sincere and full of guilt. "Sorry. I will return it to you as soon as it comes back."

Roger was silent, opened the envelope and read line by line:

I must confess to you that I violated the sacred contract signed between wizards. Without your knowledge, I gave the laurel wand to Albus Dumbledore for use.

This behavior violated my own principles and betrayed your trust in me. No matter what words and reasons, they cannot cover up my recklessness and willfulness.

I sincerely ask for your forgiveness and forgiveness.

Once it is back in my hands, I will return it to you immediately and ensure that it is in the same condition as when you borrowed it.

If any damage is caused, I will guarantee the reputation of the Ollivander family and will do my best to compensate.

Regarding the Tiago wand, I will continue to communicate with the collector and do my best to facilitate it.

Please wait patiently for my good news.

The dishonest and reckless Garrick Ollivander.

He stood behind the counter, anxiously waiting for Roger's reaction. His fingers unconsciously fiddled with the glasses on the table, and his heart was full of uneasiness.

Finally, Roger broke the silence, with a hint of curiosity in his voice: "So, the headmaster doesn't know whose wand it is?"

Olivander nodded, "Lending it privately has violated my principles, how can I still say your name."

"Mr. Ollivander, you are too polite." Roger thought for a moment, and quietly put the wand back to his waist, "Actually, I came to thank you."

He raised a friendly smile at the corner of his mouth, and gave up the idea of ​​using Oblivion: "Just now, the headmaster used it to defeat Voldemort."

Olivander's eyes widened and his mouth opened in disbelief. His expression changed from shock to surprise, then to disbelief, and finally froze in a complex emotion.

"That's right, Voldemort was defeated by the headmaster. He finally escaped the siege by self-destructing."

"Oh my God, Merlin, it's great!" Ollivander cheered, as if he was ten years younger.

He firmly pushed the wand notebook out and earnestly requested: "Take it, Roger. This will make me feel better."

Rog hesitated for a moment and put the notebook into his bag. "Mr. Ollivander, there is one more thing... but I don't know how to start."

"Just tell me, I will never refuse as long as I can do it. Even if I can't, I will try my best to help."

Rogge lowered his voice: "That wand seems very strange, the headmaster may ask where it comes from."

"I understand." Ollivander nodded heavily, his tone was very firm, "Please rest assured, I can set a Fidelius Charm..."

Rogge immediately raised his hand and interrupted him: "I believe that your integrity and noble character are far better than any confidentiality spell."

"I hope it will still stay with you and be used as a sample for research..."

Just as he was about to say something, a sudden vibration interrupted him.

The ground began to tremble violently, as if a giant beast had awakened underground. The wand boxes piled high on both sides poured down like an avalanche, making a deafening sound.

Rogge and Ollivander looked at each other, and immediately waved their wands to fix the tilted shelf.

The sudden earthquake lasted for a full five minutes, and the wizards stood on the street, talking about it.

"Earthquake? But this is Diagon Alley." Everyone felt dizzy and felt that the ground under their feet was still shaking.

"Could it be that someone's cauldron exploded?"

"Hey, goblins in Gringotts, what happened?"

"Earthquake, but not in the British wizarding world." The goblins blocked Gringotts, and Bellingrum also came to check the underground vault.

"It's not here, then it's okay." A few sighs of relief came from the crowd.

The wizards dispersed in twos and threes, hurried back to their own shops, and sorted out the scattered goods.

Dinglingling...

A crisp bell sounded from Roger's body, and the receiver of the magic telephone jumped wildly.

He quickly answered the phone, and a familiar and terrified voice came from the receiver.

"Master, it's dark." Nagini shouted, "I see a rolling cloud, it...it drowns out the sunlight. They seem to be snow, hot snow made of ash..."

"Nagini, calm down!" he immediately asked, "Where are you now?"

"San Cruz Island."

Rogge held the microphone between his head and shoulders and hurried to Flourish and Blotts. He bought an exquisite magic globe and quickly found Nagini's current location.

"Pacific equator...west of Ecuador, 540 nautical miles."

"Yes, Master, the airship and I are here!" Nagini's voice calmed down a little.

"Don't be afraid, it should be a volcanic eruption." Rogge gently comforted her, "The snow you see is actually volcanic ash. Are they coming from the northwest?"

"North, a little east."

Rogge pondered for a moment and guessed that the volcanic ash's eastward movement might be related to atmospheric circulation.

"It's okay. Check if there is enough food in the Hufflepuff cup and prepare to return."

Nagini hesitated for a moment, with reluctance in her tone: "There is still a year's supply, but the shipwreck is..."

"No buts, come back first." Roger's tone was unquestionable, "I can abandon the shipwreck, but I can't abandon you, be obedient."

"Well~" Nagini was moved.

"If I'm not mistaken, the erupting volcano is northwest of you." He pointed his finger at Yellowstone Park, and then slid gently, as if outlining a certain trajectory: "So, don't take the northern route. Go around Gibraltar, enter the British wizarding world from the Strait of St. George, and go directly back to the manor."

After hanging up the phone, he suddenly thought of the inexplicable sound of breaking before Voldemort exploded.

"I thought I had to do it myself, but I didn't expect that he had already arranged it. Yes, how could he care about the flood after he died."

He quickly sent a message to his mother Jessica, asking her to let go and buy food, herbs, fuel and other necessities.

The sky is getting dark, the snow is getting gray, and the rain is getting sour. For some time to come, I am destined to live a hamster life.

"Well, we have to prepare some winter clothes. Otherwise, we can use the lava well in the manor and build a hot spring version of the heating system?"

Ten minutes later, the second wave of strong tremors came, and the goods that had just been sorted fell to the ground again.

Before saying goodbye to Ollivander, Roger specifically reminded: "This earthquake feels unusual, it's best to stock up some food. Our Transfiguration can't turn stones into bread."

Ollivander nodded thoughtfully, with a trace of worry in his eyes. Two consecutive five-minute tremors are definitely not ordinary disasters. I really don't know what the center of the earthquake looks like now.

At the same time, Hogwarts remained motionless in the shaking, as if in another world.

The house elves were busy preparing a sumptuous dinner for everyone, and the kitchen was filled with tempting aromas.

The students who stayed in school during the Christmas holidays gathered in their respective common rooms, curiously looking at the slightly shaking chandeliers.

"Hey, who do you think is playing this prank?"

"Maybe it was Peeves's. I just saw it setting a trap on the door."

A ball of fire flashed across the station, and Roger and Maria emerged from it. He stretched his body, looked at the empty track, and shook his head helplessly.

The speed of the express train was not satisfactory. It departed from London in the morning and arrived around 6 pm.

"Forget it, I won't wait. I might as well go back to the dormitory and try the Room of Requirement connected to the panel."