A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

On the way back, Mercus's love for Daphne was beyond words. In comparison, he seemed to her like Daphne's slave. I'm trembling with anger. Is it true that a merman has no status?

When Merkus left, he gave her a pearl bracelet and even invited her to be a frequent guest of the Selki tribe. Rogge looked down at the kelp around his waist and the waterweed tied to it, and said there was a difference between clouds and mud.

"Daphne, thank you." Although the little girl's recklessness was a headache, Roger was still moved by her behavior of rushing down.

"It doesn't matter, we are friends." Daphne raised her tail, and the effect of the medicine would not wear off for another hour. The terrifying man-eating eel seemed to be forgotten by her, and her smile was still as bright as before.

"Roger, can you give me the potion?" Daphne said to Rogge.

"These? No!" Rogge shook his head and sternly refused: "Daphne, it's too dangerous under the Black Lake. I can't let you take this risk!"

"It's okay, Mercus will protect me." Daphne smiled and explained: "It's the mermaid who sent us up just now. Her voice is so beautiful!"

"Uh, Daphne, aren't you afraid of them?" Rogge remembered that Daphne was a beauty-controller and cared about appearance, so how could she like the terrifying-looking Black Lake Mermaid?

"Afraid?" Daphne thought for a while, "Although they are not good-looking, they are all good people."

Daphne liked the feeling of turning into a mermaid and swimming freely in the water, especially with the mermaid in the Black Lake, she felt that she suddenly became more beautiful and outstanding.

"Look at this!" Daphne shook her pearl bracelet, she was very happy.

"Merkus promised to take me on an underwater adventure, and he was also willing to teach me mermaid language." Daphne said and laughed, "Roger, by then I will be able to speak underwater."

"Okay, you must pay attention to safety." Rogge reluctantly handed the remaining 3 bottles of magic potion to Daphne.

"The potion is only effective for 4 hours. You must grasp the time." Rogge asked her and wrote down the formula.

"Why are you nagging like my mother?" Daphne rolled her eyes. Just as she was about to get the potion, Roger took her back.

"Forget it for today. I'll give you the potion when I get back."

"I want it now!" Daphne swung her fish tail, and a big splash of water exploded in front of Rogge, and she laughed proudly.

Rogge wiped his face and said ferociously: "Don't even think about it!"

The two of them happily chased and fought in the black lake before the effects of the medicine wore off.

It was very cold in the Scottish Highlands in November. Even though his body was strengthened by dragon blood, Roger still had to wear a sweater and a scarf.

The other classes were fine, but the astronomy class on Wednesday night was simply unbearable. Professor Aurora wears a big wizard's hat and teaches students how to identify constellations through a telescope.

The course was interesting, but the weather was too cold. The astronomy classroom is at the highest point of the entire castle, and the observation deck is leaky from all sides. As soon as the cold wind from the Scottish Highlands blew, Rogge wanted to give himself a blazing flame.

"Roger, there is a Quidditch match tomorrow, are you going to go?" Daphne adjusted the binoculars boredly. She had never been to the Selki tribe since the Black Lake froze.

"Quidditch?" Rogge shook his head. The whole school knew that he was a little wizard who didn't like Quidditch.

"I still have to go to the library to look up information."

"Library?" Daphne said in surprise, "Roger, you are a Slytherin, why have you become like Ravenclaw?"

"Daphne, I'm a Gryffindor, and I go to the library every day... Sneeze..." Hermione's nose was so cold that her nose was red, and she sneezed from time to time.

"Gryffindor..." Daphne looked at Hermione and sighed: "You are the Gryffindor who is least like a little lion."

"I agree." Rogge nodded in agreement. He went to the library because he needed it. Hermione just wanted to read the entire library.

"Tch, you have no right to speak." Daphne quickly kicked Roger out of the discussion. She pulled Hermione to discuss: "Hermione, let's watch the Quidditch match together tomorrow."

"Together? Let's play against each other tomorrow! Do you want to cheer for us, Gryffindor?" Hermione said with a wicked smile, and Daphne suddenly realized that their two houses were rivals.

Strangely enough, the entire school's four houses and the other three houses all wanted Slytherin to lose. If Rogge hadn't made a few friends before he was sorted, he would have only been able to play with Slytherin now. He looked at Malfoy and the two followers, and felt more and more that the future of his college was not bright.

"Roger, you've been looking for Quidditch books lately. Have you fallen in love with it?" Hermione thought she had discovered a secret and shouted loudly: "I knew that no wizard could resist the charm of Quidditch." .”

"No." Rogge shook his head and denied, "I'm looking for information about Bowman Wright."

"The maker of the Golden Snitch." He didn't show off and took out a Golden Snitch he carried with him. He deftly removed the wings of the Golden Snitch and then broke it into two parts, the inner and outer parts.

"The Golden Snitch?" Hermione picked up the golden Snitch that had lost the ability to fly from Roger's hand. This was the first time she had seen the real thing.

"A magical alchemical product." Rogge took out another box, and this one was the one found in Filch's office.

"Are you studying how it flies?" Hermione looked at the parts in her hand curiously, inputting a little magic power, the core of the Golden Snitch vibrated at high speed.

"Not yet." Rogge took out the collector's edition of the Golden Snitch and asked them to see if they could find anything.

"In the past few days, I have checked all the information about Quidditch and magic alchemy from 1200 to the present. There are only 100 recorded golden snitches made by Bowman himself." Rogge said, turning the box over, which was engraved with 101.

"Could it be fake?" Daphne took the box and checked it carefully but found nothing.

"I had doubts at first, but then I wrote to a Quidditch collector for advice. He told me that the one in his hand was real." Rogge lamented the wizard's madness for Quidditch. "He even wanted to spend 1 million Galleons on it. Buy it."

"One million?" Daphne and Hermione exclaimed at the same time. They held the Golden Snitch in their hands carefully, not expecting it to be so valuable.

"That's not important." Rogge pointed at the mysterious lines on the surface of the Golden Snitch, frowned and said, "What's important is that these intersecting curves look like a map."

"Roger, does it look like it's been rubbed?" Daphne carefully put the Golden Snitch back into the box and sighed, "It's really stressful to hold it."

"Yes." Rogge unfolded the rubbing paper. At this moment, a strong wind blew from the top of the building. The paper "popped" and was suddenly blown away.

"Children, I think it's time for astronomy class." Professor Aurora waved her wand and used the Flying Charm to snatch it back from the wind.

"I'm sorry, Professor." Rogge apologized quickly. Fortunately, Professor Aurora was better and did not deduct points from the three of them.

Professor Aurora nodded and looked at the rubbing patterns on the paper.

"Professor, do you recognize what's above?" Rogge saw Professor Aurora thinking and quickly asked for advice.

"It's very similar to a star map, but it's not completely correct." Aurora pointed, "Look at these points, they are the constellation Sirius."

Rogge looked up at the sky and then at the dots on the paper. The two were completely different.

"It's a mirror image," Professor Aurora reminded.

"Thank you, Professor!" Roger suddenly became enlightened and had a clue to solve the pattern puzzle.

"Roger, do you think this is a treasure map?" Hermione looked at the pattern curiously, not expecting Bowman to be so proficient in astronomy.

"It's too long ago." Rogge sighed. "Bowman Wright lived around 1200, which is almost 800 years ago. What a treasure it is, but it has probably been corroded by time."

"Not necessarily." Daphne disagreed with Roger's idea.

"There are many magic spells in the wizarding world that can permanently preserve items from the erosion of time. For example, our school itself is an ancient magical relic." During this time, Daphne and the mermaid explored under the Black Lake and learned a lot about the relics.