A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Poor Quirrell is so naive that he doesn't realize that the Forbidden Forest is too quiet. What's even more pitiable is that the two unicorns were sacrificed just like that.

"Harry, don't you think it's quiet around here?"

"Isn't this bad?" Harry looked at Rogge in confusion, but Yaya didn't notice the danger.

Every time he faced Rogge, he felt a little inferior. Rogge was like a real prince, his speech and behavior were so appropriate and perfect that he could only look up to him.

If it weren't for his outstanding talent in Quidditch and his title of savior and Boy-Who-Lived, Harry wouldn't even dare to look at Roger.

"This is a forbidden forest, not a Muggle park. The animals have their own territory, and outsiders are not allowed to break in at will. Be careful, I'm worried that we have entered the territory of a dangerous creature." Rogge said, unbuttoning his waistband. Bag, start preparations.

"Roger, is this a pistol?" Harry recognized what Roger was holding. He had seen it on the Dursley's TV.

But he didn't understand why wizards carried Muggle items. Could this thing be useful to wizards?

"The repeating assault pistol may be able to directly kill the murderer of the unicorn." Roger skillfully inspected the Stechkin APS. The crisp sound of loading scared Harry, and he couldn't help but feel the cold wind blowing. All hairy.

"Shouldn't we use wands?" Harry asked doubtfully, holding his own wand.

"Oh, what about this? Just survive. When death comes, it doesn't matter whether you are a Muggle or a wizard." Roger smiled when he saw Harry's wand. Not everyone has Voldemort's twin wands. .

"Let's go, I hope it won't be needed." Rogge pushed down the safety button, expecting to give him a surprise when he met Quirrell.

They walked deeper under the leadership of Yaya, and Rogge couldn't help but think of the preciousness of unicorns. Because hunting unicorns is wanted by the wizarding community around the world, their horns and fur can often only be obtained after natural death.

Not all wizards are as unscrupulous as Voldemort and extinct themselves from the entire wizarding world.

"Professor Quirrell, please work harder." Rogge looked at the branches and leaves swaying in the wind, suspecting that dear Principal Dumbledore was around.

"Let's see if there's an opportunity, and try to take away the body as much as possible." Just as he was thinking, Yaya suddenly barked in front of him.

It was an ancient oak forest, with lush root systems entangled with each other. There was a flash of green light, followed by a painful cry and a heavy fall to the ground.

Rogge took the lead and rushed over. A white and shining unicorn fell under the oak tree. The black shadow next to it stared greedily at the delicious neck.

It lay on the ground and crawled towards the unicorn. Yaya roared out, startling the shadow. It turned its head sharply, its eyes flashing with a destructive light in the darkness. Yaya was so frightened that he clamped his tail between his legs and ran away with a scream.

"You bitch, you are so smart." Rogge did not despise Yaya's courage, but instead praised the bitch.

Not everyone can join the private party between Harry's classmates and Voldemort (commonly known as the private party). Those who join without invitation can easily enjoy the special treatment.

The black shadow stared at Harry Potter as he stood up and flew over like a whirlwind. Harry felt a sharp pain in his forehead, the pain penetrated his head and reached the depths of his soul. He felt that the scar on his forehead was on fire and staggered to the ground.

Rogge unceremoniously took out the APS, pulled the trigger, and 20 rounds of Makarov 9mm pistol bullets were poured out at Chilo.

Quirrell was staring intently at Harry, not paying attention to the little wizard next to him. When the fire flashed and the gunshot rang out, the alarm bells in his heart were ringing, but it was too late to use magic to block the bullets.

Just as he was about to be shot in the head by a Muggle weapon, a mysterious force suddenly took action. The magic spell with many obstacles blocked the bullets almost every time, and Quirrell could even see the air trajectory left by the yellow bullet when it delayed.

The warheads stopped in the air, and then fell to the ground with a clanking sound.

"Damn little wizard, you dare to attack me with Muggle weapons!" Quirrell's face turned pale in the hood. If his master hadn't taken action, he would have died just now.

"Yes, I have some strength. So how should you respond if I use this move?" Rogge patted his pocket, and more than a dozen high-explosive grenades flew into the air.

Just as he was about to pull out the bolt and let Quirrell and Voldemort have a drink, a centaur rushed out. Oh, not Hecarim, but a tall centaur with greasy hair.

Quirrell quickly avoided the centaur's attack, turned into a black shadow and fled into the dense forest.

"Cooperating so well? If you didn't come, I could kill him." Rogge curled his lips and took back the grenade.

The proud centaur didn't answer, but came over and helped Harry up.

"You must be the boy from the Potter family..." the centaur said slightly excitedly, staring at the lightning scar on Harry's forehead.

Rogge, who was regarded as a little transparent, curled his lips and walked straight towards the dead unicorn. Although he didn't know if it had any effect, he still waved his wand and used the zero-degree frost spell to preserve the entire body.

"My name is Firenze." The centaur knelt down on his front legs and let Harry Potter climb onto his back.

"Child, the blood of the unicorn will turn the wizard into a half-dead life and a cursed life." The centaur warned when he saw Rogge putting the unicorn corpse into the traceless expansion pack.

"Curse?" Rogge stood up as if nothing had happened. It seemed that following the protagonist was not a bad idea. At least he liked cleaning up the battlefield.

"This is an interesting topic. The wizard became half-dead because of the curse, or did he become half-dead because of the blood? Is there any connection between it and the blood curse?" Rogge raised his eyebrows and took out his notebook to write down his own question.

He looked Firenze up and down, his cold eyes seeming to be looking at a corpse waiting to be dissected. What kind of structure can support the huge bodies of centaurs? How many hearts do they have? The stomach is in the humanoid upper body or in the horse's belly, or both.

"Your eyes make me feel dangerous." Firenze warned Rogge, asking him to put away his unkind eyes.

"Oh? I have no ill intentions towards you. I thought you only cared about the planets, but I didn't expect you to be good at seeing people's hearts." Rogge smiled and put away the notebook.

Suddenly, there was the sound of more horse hooves in the woods. Ronan the Centaur and Baine found this place after being separated from Hagrid.

Rogge looked at their violently undulating abdomens and complained about why they were in such a hurry. Did they rush here after learning that the unicorn was here? If so, it's obviously late.

"Firenze!" Baine roared, "What are you doing? Don't you feel ashamed to be ridden? Or do you think you are a stupid donkey?"

"Maybe his name is not Firenze, but Muir." Rogge fanned the flames and watched their quarrel with interest.

Muir, that's a mule, a more vicious insult than a donkey.

Firenze stared at Rogge displeased and accused: "Have you seen clearly who he is! Harry! Harry Potter! The child who defeated the mysterious man."

Seeing that the tribesmen were indifferent, Firenze blew out white steam from his nostrils and left with Harry on his back.

"Oh, it seems he doesn't agree with your point of view." Rogge shook his head and continued to mock: "Maybe the stars in the sky are no longer worthy of his attention."