A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"This is your name Muguet, and it is also our nickname for you." The bearded old wizard shouted excitedly, and they were overjoyed that the family bloodline could be continued.

"Why does it sound like French..." Rogge muttered in a low voice, feeling unaccustomed to it: "You should just call me Rogge."

"Okay, curtain... Rogge." Torquier looked at Rogge happily and quickly asked: "My child, how is the situation in the magic world now?"

"It's quite peaceful." Rogge waved his magic wand and asked the elders' magic portraits to be hung back on the wall first.

"Voldemort is dead and Headmaster Dumbledore is busy knitting at Hogwarts."

"Damn it, the Travis family won't be able to stand up like this!"

"Um, why do you say that, Grandpa Torquier?"

"Rogg, it was I who harmed you." Torquir was heartbroken and told Rogge the story of what happened.

"At that time, a Dark Lord appeared in the European wizarding world. His name was Grindelwald..." The old man hadn't found anyone to chat with for a long time. When it came to history, a child couldn't tell as long a story as a mother.

"...I led the Law Enforcement Department to force Dumbledore to deal with his old lover. After my death, the Travis family went from bad to worse. Dumbledore must have been seeking revenge. The descendants of the family became Death Eaters under the influence of Voldemort. , now you two are the only ones left in the family."

"No way." Rogge expressed doubts about Torquier's reasoning. With Dumbledore's strength, the Travis family would have been in jeopardy long ago if he took action.

"Damn Torquil, it turns out that it was you who caused our family to be almost exterminated!" The wizards in the other portraits ran over and gave Torquil a good beating.

Torquir kept begging for mercy, begging everyone to let him go temporarily in front of the children.

"Roger, where do you live now?"

"I live in London with my mum."

"London? No wonder Jessica came here a while ago and took Bubble away. That woman, huh... are you coming this time?" Grandma Anne seemed to dislike Jessica very much, but for Rogge's sake Not much else to say.

"I got a lot of books that I can't fit in my house in London, so I came here to take a look." Rogge had a headache looking at the messy environment. With these chattering elders, it's no wonder Jessica didn't want to come back to live.

"I'm sorry, kid. As you can see," Grandma Anne said helplessly, "The Ministry of Magic has made a mess of our manor. If it weren't for Torquil, they would have used the Fire Curse to burn the place down."

Rogge heard the anxiety and sadness in his mother-in-law's words. The manor was once glorious, but now it is dilapidated. This is undoubtedly a huge blow to the elders.

"Later, many dark wizards came to steal, especially that Mundungus Fletcher. He came several times! The damn thief stole everything of value in the manor!" Torquier continued. They cursed, but they were helpless in the portrait.

"The manor is missing a lot of things, and it is no longer possible to use Restore to restore it as before. If you want to store books here, you must at least renovate the entire manor. In order not to damage the glory of the Travis family, at least one million is needed. Galleons.”

"How much!" Rogge's eyes widened, "One million?"

"Yes, this is still the most basic fee, just to make the manor affordable." The bearded wizard added, "The manor needs a large number of ancient and gorgeous collections as decorations, which are indispensable for maintaining a pure-blood family. .”

"Stop, stop, stop!" Rogge swallowed. This request was too high. No wonder the Weasley family didn't pursue pure-blood glory.

"I'm just looking for a warehouse to store books, and we'll talk about the maintenance of the manor later." Rogge blocked out the chatter of the elders, waved his wand and recalled the situation as before.

The overturned furniture, crumbled fences, and broken doors of the main building were quickly restored to their original appearance. Apart from being empty and looking like it had been gnawed by a dog, it seemed barely okay.

"Just throw away these furniture first." Rogge waved his wand and cleared out all the unnecessary things. The next step is to create a suitable storage environment for these books.

He carefully applied spells to prevent dust, insects, water, and fire to prevent the books from being corroded by time. He also applied temperature control magic to keep the entire building at a suitable temperature.

"Roger, the magic book has magic power and does not need such a strict environment."

"Grandpa Toquil, I am not storing magic books here." Rogge opened the traceless expansion pack, and tens of thousands of books flew out.

Books were flying in the air, some were ornately bound, even had pure gold patterns, and some had worn leather covers that looked like they were about to fall apart. They represent the crystallization of human knowledge in various periods, and they are only part of it.

"Roger, you are crazy! These are Muggle books! Throw them out!" All the elders in the magic portrait were shouting, wanting to jump out and do it themselves.

"I told you it's not a magic book." Rogge didn't care about them. The books in the warehouse on the outskirts of Moscow hadn't been moved yet.

Books are stacked from the floor to the ceiling, neatly stored in rows and columns. They include literature, mathematics, art, architecture, history... covering almost all subjects.

"You pure-blood traitor! Don't pollute the family manor with these things!" Grandma Anne yelled, but this did not help the books stacked high.

"Essentials of Oriental Medicine, Jupiter's Law, Linear Algebra..." Some English book titles aroused the portraits' surprise. They had never thought that the Muggle world could be so profound and broad.

The huge living room was instantly filled with a sea of ​​books, and the ocean of books was surging and magnificent. They rise higher and higher, drowning them like a rising flood.

"Stop!" The portraits turned pale as they watched the hall slowly fill up.

"This is just the beginning." Rogge looked at them indifferently and ordered Paopao to bring all the books.

The main hall of Travis Manor is approximately 2,000 square meters. Including the height of three floors, it can accommodate 3 million books, making it a good library.

But Rogge has 30 million books in his hands, which requires at least 150,000 cubic meters of space. The seemingly huge hall is dwarfed by this order of magnitude.

He directly opened the walls and demolished the useless stairs and bedrooms. Anyway, the whole manor needs to be rebuilt, it doesn't matter whether it is destroyed or not.

"Stop it, child!" Torquil begged, his eyes filled with despair.

…

One day later, all the buildings in the manor were filled with books. Whenever the elder in the portrait opens his eyes, he sees the impenetrable mountains and seas of books surrounding him. Even though most of them are in Russian, they are dazzled by the number of books of this magnitude.

"Maybe there will be more books here in the future." Rogge smiled and offered the straw that broke the camel's back.

The seniors who adhered to the concept of pure blood were shocked and dumbfounded because they learned from Rogge that this was just the stock of a library in a country in Eastern Europe.

The books in one country and one library are enough to shake their world. The wider world of knowledge is far beyond their imagination. Even if the books in the entire wizarding world are added together, they are less than half of what is here.

Looking at the unimaginable vast sea of ​​books, they could no longer question it. Perhaps, the Muggle world really hides amazing mysteries, waiting for wizards to explore and learn. Perhaps, living knowledge is the real treasure that this family needs to inherit, rather than blood...

The two-week Christmas vacation was short but fulfilling, and Roger regretted not being able to see with his own eyes who the final prizes were. He waved goodbye to Jessica at King's Cross Station, carrying Nagini in a bag with some dark magic books about blood curses in the box.

In the train aisle, little wizards were running around with magic Polaroids, and the shutters were clicking.

"It sounds so good!" Roger laughed while sitting in the carriage. The sound of the shutter sounded to him like the clear and sweet jingle of the cash register.

Magic Polaroid has achieved great success in the British wizarding community, defeating the old antiques. Except for a few extremely conservative wizards, almost no one buys old-fashioned cameras anymore.

Think about it, the base kit of the Shadow Apparition House only costs 9.9 galleons. There is also a monthly photography competition, and once you become the winner, you will receive a grand prize of 100 gold galleons. In this way, which wizard wouldn't want to have one?