A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

The craze caused by the Magic Polaroid in Diagon Alley soon swept across the entire continent, and even attracted many wizarding families across the Atlantic. They came in droves, hoping to cooperate with the Travis family.

My mother, Jessica, is in charge. Except for partners in the Americas who are hesitant, other places are good partners.

Everything is on track, except for the damn reconstruction plan of the family estate.

"So expensive? Go to hell!" Roger exhaled a breath of hot breath and crumpled the parchment into a ball of waste paper.

The wizard construction company he contacted immediately opened his mouth when he saw that it was a project of a pure-blood family. The design fee is 100,000, the material fee is 200,000, the construction fee is 300,000, the security system and magic facilities are another 200,000, and even the library is as high as 500,000... Even if all the entertainment facilities are cut off, the total cost is 1.5 million.

This is still their simplest version. The most luxurious manor costs tens of millions, not including the land.

"No wonder Malfoy's ancestors seized Muggle land and it turned out that building a luxurious wizarding manor was too expensive. Apart from moving stairs and seamless expansion of space, what else is valuable about the design drawings from hundreds of years ago?" Rogge angrily said Dissatisfied, he decided to let Andrew bid in the Muggle world.

The basic design drawings can be produced by Muggle design studios, and a top-notch plan can be produced with a million-pound budget. Building materials can also be purchased from Muggles.

"I don't believe that magic materials are necessary to add magic spells. If it doesn't work, just ask the fairies to buy fairy metal. I don't believe that you can really spend so much money!"

Only the construction requires help from wizards. We rely on the British Muggle construction team. Not to mention failing to pass the Ministry of Magic's approval, their work efficiency will not be able to repair it in the next century.

Rogge listed his requirements on paper and made a simple calculation. Adding the cost of wizard construction and magic facilities, the 200-acre manor cost 500,000 Galleons. As for decoration? Let that thing chat with Death!

"But it's still a bit much, alas!" Rogge sighed as he lay on the table. Maybe it was because of those portraits that Jessica didn't like it very much.

She only approved 300,000 gold galleons and left the rest to her own devices. In my mother's words, the current exchange rate can buy a manor near London, and it is more than enough.

"What should we do?" Rogge lay on the table and took out all the magic items on his body.

The recipe for Flash Apparition, which is the chicken that lays the golden eggs, cannot be sold. The remains of the troll are sold for 50 galleons a day. Rogge had no hope at all regarding Rasputin's treasure map. After much calculation, the only one who could sell it at a high price was Golden Snitch No. 101.

"Even if it doesn't sell for one million galleons, let's go to the head office for five or six hundred thousand!" He played with the collector's edition of the Golden Snitch, but was unwilling to pass by Wright's hidden secrets.

Rogge once simulated brute force cracking and found nothing.

"Sirius, Sagittarius... This is the three-headed Canis... Why did I forget to bring an astronomy book!" Rogge adjusted his monocle and carefully distinguished the small constellations.

He collapsed on the sofa, unable to examine the tiny lines on it. Each dot represents a star, and all the dots are drawn together to form a complex star diagram.

"1, 2, 3... 8..." Rogge shook his head and gave up counting. Bowman Wright lived around 1200, and the starry sky at that time was completely different from now.

"Rogg, I finally found you!" Hermione saw Rogge on the sofa chair and wanted to throw the luggage over.

"Hermione, Merry Christmas! What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Don't you know that little wizards are not allowed to use magic outside of school?" Hermione glanced at the scarf next to her, and a smile appeared on her lips.

She took out the Christmas gift Roger gave her from her pocket, a piece of parchment with a magic spell written on it.

"Huh?" Rogge completely forgot about this prohibition. He kept using magic during the Christmas holidays and didn't see any trouble from the Ministry of Magic.

For Hermione, the new spell was like a desert traveler seeing an oasis, which made her suffer throughout the holiday: "I can see if the spell you gave me can be used! I endured it for the whole holiday, and I was so angry! "

Hermione looked at Roger's confused face and asked doubtfully: "We can't perform magic outside of school before graduation. Don't you know?"

"I really forgot." Rogge smiled awkwardly, "But the Ministry of Magic didn't give me any trouble."

"Really?" Hermione had just finished performing the Transfiguration for her parents when the Ministry of Magic staff immediately came to warn her.

He brought a thick law book and pointed it out to Rogge: "Article 14a.1.2 of "Prohibition of Abuse of Magic by Underage Wizards" stipulates that if a trace is applied to the wand of an underage wizard, the trace will automatically Lifted.”

"a.2. Underage wizards are prohibited from using magic outside of magic schools."

"Huh? Is my trace wire broken?" Rogge took out his wand, and a shiny silver wire was embedded in the sandalwood texture.

"Hermione, I almost tore down my house, how could I lie to you?" Rogge shook his head. Ever since he got the Kirin wand back, he had left the old wand in the dormitory.

"Then there's only one possibility left." Hermione pouted and turned to the next page.

"b.1. Underage wizards will not be held accountable for using magic on appropriate occasions. Such as registered magic places, wizard villages or emergency evacuation needs."

"Is your home in Wizarding Village? No, it's obviously No. 13 Richmond!" Hermione looked at Roger in confusion.

"I rarely used magic in London, but I used it a lot when I returned to my ancestral home." Rogge nodded, probably understanding the reason.

Travis Manor is a registered magical place, so the Ministry of Magic will naturally have no control over it. As for Moscow, the UK has no control over it, and the local Ministry of Magic has no time to do so.

"Is your ancestral home in a wizarding village? Are there many wizards? Are there any magical creatures?" Hermione asked one question after another, leaving Roger overwhelmed.

"It's very remote there, no different from the wilderness. I'm not very familiar with the surrounding area."

"Okay", Hermione sighed with disappointment, she hadn't been to the Wizarding Village yet.

"Hermione."

"Well, what's wrong?"

"How are you doing in Gryffindor?"

"Me?" Regarding Rogge's question, Hermione suddenly felt speechless, and she whispered: "It's not bad."

"The professors all like me. We have you and Daphne in the school. Harry and Ron can also be considered friends..." Hermione forced a smile, feeling secretly bitter in her heart.

"I have always felt that you are more suitable for Ravenclaw." Roger felt sorry for Hermione, but there was nothing he could do about it at this point.

He highly suspected that Old Bee might want to model a team for Harry after the founder of the school. Maybe in his eyes, he is similar to the character of Salazar Slytherin.

"That's not necessarily true. My courage is no worse than other lions!" Hermione waved her fist, showing her courage and strength.

"Roger, everyone says Slytherin...if you go to another house?"

Rogge smiled knowingly and added what she omitted: "Are Slytherins all dark wizards and Death Eaters?"

"Hermione, although you come from a Muggle family, your background is much cleaner than mine."

"Huh?" Hermione looked at Rogge in surprise, not expecting Rogge from a pure-blood family to say that.

After the Quidditch fight, she looked up the meaning of mudblood and realized that it was a very vicious word. She also understood why Rogge beat Li Jordan. There was no essential difference between a dirty Slytherin and a Mudblood.

"My parents followed Voldemort... the mysterious man. The first thing I saw in this world was darkness." Rogge said with a smile, not calling Voldemort by his name in order to take care of Hermione.

"Family is our first label, and some people spend their whole lives trying to cut it off. But how many of them succeed in the end? Even if they do, others will still look at them through colored glasses."

"Imagine what will happen if an excellent wizard like me joins Gryffindor?"