A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

In the photo, the image of the skeleton is chilling. It had no nose, its skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, and there was only endless darkness in its empty eye sockets. This creature wandered dully on the edge of the gloomy forest, as if it was looking for something or escaping from something.

"Didn't the Aurors take any action?" Daphne leaned over involuntarily, her eyes fixed on the disturbing photo in the newspaper.

Her voice was slightly trembling, and then she threw the newspaper away as if she had been burned, "This... is terrible."

Draco shook his head slowly and showed a helpless expression: "I heard that this guy is elusive. Even this photo was taken by a wizard by chance. The Ministry of Magic has been tracking it, but it is always a step slower."

"Last time someone said it was in Carlisle, now it's in Glasgow. No one knows what it's going to do."

Rogge frowned thoughtfully and said softly: "It is moving to the north. There is definitely something wrong with this guy, and he must be looking for some kind of target."

"Rogge, you mean..." Daphne covered her mouth in fear, "Didn't the Ministry of Magic say he became a soul?"

"The world is constantly changing, Daphne. We can't always judge others with the old eyes, let alone Voldemort." He shook his head and added seriously: "At that time, he summoned skeletons in the cemetery to come out and fight."

"Although those skeletons are stupid, as stupid as the dummies in the window. But it already shows that he masters some kind of magic involving the undead. What I am most worried about is that he came to Hogwarts."

"If that's the case, some people will be in big trouble." He shrugged, his eyes as calm as water.

Suddenly, there were gasps of cold air all around, as if the temperature had dropped by several degrees.

Theodore touched his chest, his tone full of horror: "It can't be true, can it? Merlin, I don't want to bump into this scary skeleton man in the corridor of Hogwarts."

"How about we go tell the professor?"

Rogge said calmly: "Actually, as long as you stay in school, safety should be fine."

Suppose Voldemort redeems his soul from Death. When he couldn't find Bella, he could only find someone else to take revenge. Such as Dumbledore, Harry Potter...

"Roger, it can't be 'it should be okay'" Theodore shook his head excitedly, his voice rising an octave: "No, you must tell the dean about this."

After saying that, he grabbed the newspaper and rushed towards the dungeon, as if there were a group of dementors chasing behind him.

Finally, half an hour later, Theodore trudged back to the common room. His dejected expression and eyes full of frustration said it all.

Draco asked relentlessly: "What did the dean say? How did he react?"

"Snape asked us to stay in school. He said someone had already taken care of the skeleton."

"Is there someone?" Pansy interrupted, "Who is it, Oro from the Ministry of Magic?"

"Don't ask me." Theodore spread his hands, "I don't know either. The dean refused to reveal more information. He also asked me about my plan to choose courses for the sixth grade."

"Hey, you shouldn't be allowed to take the advanced potions class~" The people around him suddenly felt their scalps numb. It seemed that taking Snape's advanced potions class was scarier than meeting a white-skinned skeleton.

"Other than Rogge, I can't think of anyone who would go on to study Potions in depth."

"Don't forget Hermione."

…

Rogge smiled upon hearing this and continued carving the wood in his hand.

The results of the OWLs exam will not be released until the summer vacation, so the fifth grade students who are not under pressure will be given a new lease of life. The entire Hogwarts has become their playground, and the professors will not be too harsh if they criticize a few words.

They played with gobstones and complained about Daphne's good luck in finding the right stone with a one-fifth chance. Or discuss with each other to play some pranks on students in other grades preparing for exams.

There were also people who deliberately chose exam days to play loudly on the Quidditch pitch, fearing that their hearty chase would not be heard in the castle.

As night falls, the secrets of Hogwarts really begin to unfold. With the help of secret passages, many students sneaked out of the castle to explore the nightlife in Hogsmeade. Filch and Mrs. Norris didn't have strict control either.

It is said that someone gave Mrs. Norris a bag of high-end cat food.

At dusk, hundreds of bright roses float vertically on the rippling black lake. This is not a romantic confession ceremony, but Rogge's preparation for a mysterious conversion experiment.

Many mermaids sneaked out of the lake and hid among the water plants to talk about which rose was the most beautiful.

"What a pity!" Several witches sat under the willow tree by the lake, holding their heads with their hands shaped like green leaves. "So many roses should be used to express love. It's very romantic to think about it."

Another blonde witch said dreamily: "If Rogge gives them to me, I will definitely agree."

"Come on, stop dreaming." Her friend joked, "Didn't you see that Daphne and Hermione can't get it? Alas, Travis, who doesn't understand the charm. I don't need the rose."

"At least better than Old Bat. He can't even understand Mrs. Pince's explicit instructions. I really don't know if he is naturally slow or deliberately pretending to be stupid."

"Maybe it's intentional." Someone took out a copy of "Paparazzi Sniffer", which published gossips among famous people in the wizarding world. "Look, the latest issue said that Harry's father and godfather are both bastards. Old Bat’s childhood sweetheart was taken away by Harry’s father.”

"Real or fake?" The other witches immediately became interested and gathered around to see it.

"Oh my God, this is too exciting, isn't it?"

"No wonder Professor Snape is always so strict with Harry Potter..."

"Wait, where did this magazine get these secret information?"

Not far away, Roger checked his experimental notes and swore that the magazine had nothing to do with him. It must be a kind-hearted person who secretly wrote an anonymous letter to this newly opened magazine.

"Lockhart's writing is good. With just a few words, he can write a hit article." He muttered secretly, "However, "Paparazzi Smell" was originally published for goblins, how could it flow into the hands of wizards."

Shaking his head, Roger forced himself to focus on the experiment in front of him again.

"Magic, matter, conversion." He muttered in a low voice, pointing the magic wand at the roses floating on the lake. "The previous failures were all caused by the excessive power of fire magic."

"This time, I only use basic spells, and the flames are blazing."

As soon as the voice fell, a fan-shaped flame shot out from the tip of the wand. The flames spread forward along the lake and burned towards the rose bushes in the center of the lake.

As the distance increased, the power of the flames gradually weakened. The steaming water vapor was sandwiched between the lake and the flames, forming an extremely thin air layer.

Boom.

In an instant, a dazzling light burst out on the lake, and all the roses were swallowed by the flames.

There were bursts of regrets on the shore, and the witches covered their mouths, their eyes full of complaints about someone's cruel destruction of flowers.

Rogge held his breath and observed every detail of the experiment with full concentration.

Surrounded by the flames, the roses on the lake began to undergo wonderful changes. The petals were burning, and a faint golden light appeared on the edges.

"I hope it will work this time." He muttered to himself, slowly removing the wand's control over the flame.

The next ten seconds seemed to be infinitely stretched.

Even though he had been prepared, when half of the roses turned directly into ashes, Rogge's heart couldn't help but tighten.

The breeze and ripples passed by, and these flowers were like fragile paper, shattered, fell, and disappeared into the lake.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up: "No. 102, 105, 107... These three seem to have succeeded."

Rogge slowly pulled them over, and finally smiled on his face.

These three roses are very different from before, and they have undergone some wonderful changes.

The energy of the rose itself has been burned out by the magic flame, leaving only a perfect material shell. The next thing to do is to inject magic into it, and finally ignite it to realize the magic cycle.

At the same time, the scene on the lake is heartbreaking. The remaining roses have fallen on the water, and their nearly blooming flowers have turned into black and gray like ash, and the embers on the edges flicker.

Beauty and destruction are unified in the conflict, giving people a heart-wrenching sense of fragility. It is like the last swan song of life, beautiful and romantic.

As Rogge left, the lakeside suddenly became lively. The witches around used the flying spell to summon the roses in the river, and even the mermaids couldn't help but swim over to compete.

Many students were well prepared, and they quickly protected the captured rose debris with glass jars or magic shields. These roses burned by flames present a unique beauty, as if they were exquisite works of art.

"Look, the edges of the petals of this one are still golden!"

"My shape is still complete."

...

"What a waste." Daphne smacked her lips and stood at the door of the courtyard.

With a sweet smile on her face, her talking eyes kept staring at the perfect rose in Rogge's hand. It has complete branches and leaves, and even the thorns are so prominent and prominent.

"Just one, no more, I still have to do experiments on the rest." Rogge sighed helplessly.

"Hehe, I knew you were the best." She tiptoed happily, kissed Rogge on the face, and then carefully took the rose.

She immediately used magic to protect this precious gift, fearing that it would be damaged.

Rogge touched his face and smiled helplessly. As long as the experiment was successful, he could replicate it in large quantities. The only thing to worry about was the yield rate.

He continued to walk forward for a while, and before he crossed the corridor outside the hall, he met Hermione and Ariana.

The two girls stood side by side with magic books in their arms, looking at Rogge with smiles on their faces.

"One, no more!"

Hermione smiled and nodded, obviously very satisfied with the rose she had already obtained. Ariana, with a hint of curiosity, turned to ask: "Mr. Roger, can you let me see your bird?"

"Miss Dumbledore, please be careful with your words. It's a phoenix, not a bird."

"Okay, can you let me see your phoenix?"

"No." Roger shook his head firmly, "Maria likes quietness, you can find the principal's Fox."

"It's too boring." Ariana stubbornly fought for it, "Just once."

"Then..." Looking at her eyes flashing with expectation, Roger said a little cruelly: "Next time."

"Humph." Ariana looked at Roger's back and stamped her feet in anger, "Isn't it just a bird? What's so rare about it."

Hermione asked curiously: "Alia, you should be able to summon Fox, right? I remember that everyone in the Dumbledore family has this ability."

"It's okay when life is in danger." Ariana nodded, "However, I want to know if all phoenixes are the same."

"What?" Hermione looked confused.

"Don't you think Rogge's phoenix is ​​strange? It hatched from an egg."

"The phoenix itself is a bird."

"No, no, no, it's the phoenix..." the two girls discussed while walking towards the Gryffindor Tower. Their voices gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor, leaving only a string of vague fragments of words floating in the air.

After returning to the dormitory, Roger opened the Room of Requirement and walked into the room dedicated to making wands. He carefully placed the Ash Rose on the table, and then slowly injected magic power from the rhizome.

The crystal blue magic power poured in like running water, rising rapidly and quickly filling every gap in the rose. Rogge maintained his magic output while whispering ancient spells.

As time passes, the magic stops flowing around and begins to coalesce within the rose.

Slowly, this ashes rose began to undergo wonderful changes. Its form gradually solidified, and magic power flowed through it, as if it had life.

Roger nodded with satisfaction. Now, it belongs to the broad sense of the wand: it uses condensed magic power as the core and river roses as the outer shell.

As the wizard uses it longer, the magic in it will slowly be replaced by his own. Therefore, compared to the common wands on the market, it has a higher affinity and is more powerful in casting spells.

"There should be another key, specifically to increase the speed of transformation and fusion of matter and energy." Rogge flipped through Thiago's notes again, but unfortunately this drunkard bastard didn't record them, "Alchemy circle?"

Feeling the protest coming from his stomach, Roger looked at the time and closed the note. He stretched and decided to eat something first.

Before leaving, he took one last look at the slowly crystallizing roses in the river. According to the speed of its transformation, it will take at least a month.

"I'm going, I'm scared to death!" Theodore rushed into the auditorium panting, with obvious fear in his voice, "Guess what I saw?"

"A centaur in the Forbidden Forest?"

"No, no!" Theodore quickly shook his head in denial, his voice trembling, "The thing in the newspaper is the same as the Yeqi, but his skin is white."

"It's real, not a lie, right? The newspaper clearly said it went to Edinburgh."

Draco rolled his eyes and thought of a bad idea: "How about we go to the Forbidden Forest at night to take a look?"

"Take a look?" Others hesitated.

"Look! Whoever doesn't go is a coward."

"Roger..."

Roger was slowly enjoying his bread and butter. When he heard someone calling him, he raised his head and responded calmly: "I don't care. As for you, don't be so scared that you wet your pants and call mom."

He put down the buttered bread and continued: "After all, tomorrow is the final party. If something happens at this time, everyone will laugh at me for the whole summer vacation."

"Tch, don't underestimate us!" Draco pulled out his wand and waved it wildly, his voice confident and loud: "If one comes, bang, I will knock down one; if two come, bang, bang, I will knock down two."

"Who doesn't know how to brag?" A familiar voice came from the Gryffindor table, it was Ron's disdainful tone.

Draco raised his neck, anger flashing in his eyes: "Weasley, what are you talking about?"

"What, do you want to have a fight?" George and Fred stood up immediately. They were about to graduate and were not afraid of Professor McGonagall's expulsion warning.

Derek's fingers were trembling with anger, and he hesitated: "You...just wait for me."

"I want them to have no jobs after graduation and not be able to sell a single prank product!" He gritted his teeth and whispered viciously.

As soon as the meal was over, everyone returned to the dormitory to prepare for the evening adventure in the Forbidden Forest. That coward Theodore actually "borrowed" a fully enclosed knight's helmet.

When Draco saw his funny look, he couldn't help laughing: "Theodore, you don't look like a wizard at all."

"Who said that! If you look at my wand, there is no..."

"Okay, okay, don't attract Hagrid and his dogs." Roger interrupted their quarrel and patted Theodore's steel head gently, "Wrap it in cloth to avoid reflection."

"By the way, where did you find it this afternoon?"

"To the west." Theodore hesitated for a moment, then answered truthfully: "I wanted to pick up some Thestral hairs, and I accidentally bumped into them."

"You shouldn't be poaching..."

"Who is poaching!" Theodore kicked Draco, "They often rub themselves on trees and pick up some hair. Is it illegal? Don't talk nonsense."

Several people laughed and cursed in low voices, and got into the dark forbidden forest together.