A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Harry insisted: "Hagrid, the body of the unicorn must not be given to Snape, he is an accomplice of Voldemort!"

"Harry, Professor Snape can be trusted. He is definitely not an accomplice of the mysterious man!" Facing Harry's doubts, Hagrid could only deny it repeatedly.

Next to her, Hermione hesitated to speak, looking at Harry's firm attitude and saying nothing.

"Roger, do you really want to hand over the unicorn to the dean?" Malfoy followed behind, chattering incessantly.

"What do you want to say?" Rogge looked at the rising sun in the sky and looked at Malfoy suspiciously.

"Let's sell the unicorn's body! Our family has special channels..."

"Stop! Selling unicorns? Draco, you can die if you want, but don't take me with you." Rogge looked at the silly boy, really worried about Lucius.

Can this be said openly? If he didn't stop him, Malfoy might even reveal the smuggling channels.

He dared to use Malfoy's head as a guarantee that Dumbledore must be watching. Before the unicorn was handed over to Snape, he was sure to keep an eye on him.

As for why Malfoy's head was used, Rogge felt that it was sincere.

"Roger, believe me, unicorns are really valuable! There are many families in the magic world who collect these precious creatures, even if they are dismantled into materials..."

"Lock the tongue and seal the throat." Rogge waved his wand to shut up Malfoy and quickly approached the castle.

His tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth and he couldn't make any sound, and he followed behind him with a look of resentment on his face.

"The Dean's spell is really easy to use." Rogge smiled and praised the Half-Blood Prince's genius.

After walking around the auditorium and arriving at the dungeon office, Roger opened the door habitually: "Good morning, teacher."

Snape was stunned for a moment, then stood up and looked outside: "Is the confinement over?"

Malfoy opened his mouth wide and made a hoho sound, looking at the dean eagerly. Snape glanced at Roger, and it goes without saying that it was him who did it.

"Sharp tongue as usual." He didn't even bother to take out his wand and just lifted the curse on Malfoy.

"Where's the herbal book?"

"Oh, I'll give it back to you next time." Rogge quickly made sure next time and took out the unicorn covered with white frost. It condenses death and purity, and has a unique poignancy.

"Wow, this is a unicorn! It's so beautiful!" Malfoy couldn't help but touch it.

"If you go too late, the unicorn has already been killed by Voldemort. According to Hagrid, it was the second unicorn to die."

Malfoy was afraid every time he heard that name, and said tremblingly: "F...Rogg, you call the mysterious person by his name again..."

"Malfoy, you have to go to class." Snape drove him away with an abyss-like look.

Malfoy, who escaped from the dungeon, suddenly thought that he would have a Potions class this morning.

"Have you seen the mysterious man?" Snape closed the door and nodded in appreciation of Rogge's self-developed zero-degree frost spell.

Keeping active materials fresh is a tricky business. It is necessary to ensure the activity of the material without exposing it to low temperature damage.

"I don't know. I just smelled a smell of garlic from under the black robe. It's quite familiar."

"He is very weak." Rogge picked up the cup and commented while drinking.

"Very bad?" Snape was stunned. Although Quirrell was weak, he had no problem dealing with a first-year wizard.

"Yeah, I didn't even take out my wand and he was so scared."

"Smell...gunpowder?" Snape smelled it and stared at him with terrifying eyes.

Wizards use Muggle weapons to fight, and they will be embarrassed if they say it!

"Hand it over!"

"Teacher, you smelled it wrong." Rogge cursed himself, how could he forget that Snape's nose was sharper than a dog's.

"Oh, you're questioning me?"

Rogge sighed helplessly, he should come back after taking a shower. Faced with Snape's hateful gaze, he had no choice but to hand over the traceless expansion bag.

"You are a wizard, Rogge!" Snape slammed his pistol on the table and severely condemned Rogge's behavior that was against the spirit of wizard dueling.

"It's so useful!" Rogge muttered.

"Easy to use!?" Snape jumped up and his hair exploded, letting Rogge see what it means to be furious.

"Roger, I think you have been led out of your mind by those stupid Muggles!" Snape sneered, "You actually think that after receiving the magical education at Hogwarts, you still need to rely on those Muggles. Crude weapons!”

Rogge shrank his neck and wanted to reply that it was not vulgar. But seeing the look in Snape's eyes that he wanted to kill someone, he wisely followed his intention.

"In addition to how to win easily, don't you have any concept of wizard's honor in your pathetic little mind?" Snape sneered, "If our traditions can be trampled and tarnished at will, then we still need these red tapes of magic training. what!"

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Ever since, the potions class in the morning was so disappointing. The little snakes and the little lions were studying in the classroom, listening to Snape's roar in the office next door.

The little wizard who couldn't deal with Rogge had a proud look on his face. For example, Ron was in a particularly good mood when he heard Snape scolding him. However, Harry next to him was very worried and wanted to leave the classroom to find Dumbledore more than once.

"Ah, I forgot. People in Slytherin House always only take shortcuts and don't consider means and morality. But I thought you still retained at least a hint of agility and wisdom!" Snape sneered. "Looking at it now, our shadow prefect, Mr. Roger Travis, is in line with Slytherin's style. He has no sense of honor as a wizard, and even the basic bottom line has been completely lost!"

"Or, you are not qualified to enter our respectable house at all, and you only deserve to stay with those idiot Gryffindors!" Snape scolded Gryffindor.

The faces of the little lions in the classroom changed. How could they reprimand the people in their own colleges and still bring us with them? We didn't mess with you, let alone bring up your shadow prefect.

Listen, dueling with Muggle weapons is a disgrace to wizards! Snape is spreading rumors. We in Gryffindor will never have such a guy who insults the honor of wizards.

"Listen, if you dare to tarnish the glory of our Slytherin again, I will personally carry out the magical punishment and will never be lenient!"

"You will regret your unauthorized use of Muggles' inferior methods, and you will pay the price for your stupid behavior!" Snape threatened.

he said angrily. "Don't dwell on that pitiful bit of magical knowledge in your stupid head then!"

"I'll give you one last chance to reflect on yourself. You can get out of my sight, or you can get out of Slytherin!" Snape was furious and yelled for a whole morning before driving Roger out.

"Also, five points will be deducted from Slytherin! This is a lesson for you." Snape ended his scolding without mercy and told him to get out.

To allow Snape to deduct points from his own academy, it must be said that Rogge accomplished a feat. If the panel had an achievement system, it would definitely be a shining, mythical achievement.

Everyone could see that Snape was very angry, and if he offended him these days, the consequences would definitely be serious. Until the end of the school year, everyone walked around him, not even daring to go up the same stairs as him.

For the rest of the Potions class, every little wizard was as obedient as a quail, which actually made Snape feel good.

"Severus, actually you don't have to be so harsh..." Principal Dumbledore appeared from the side, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Even an old man like himself might not be able to bear the scolding like this.