A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"The Soul-stealing Curse..."

"Expelliarmus."

That night, Rogge almost killed himself with a Muggle pistol, which made Quirrell angry and annoyed. In his eyes, Rogge was just a clever Slytherin who didn't understand the glory of wizard duel.

He despised Rogge from the bottom of his heart, and his spell-casting movements became a little slow. He could cast spells silently and without a wand, but he took out his wand and told Rogge what the glory of a wizard was.

As a result, as soon as the wand was taken out, it hit the opponent's spell before the spell was finished.

"Casting a spell without a wand?" Quirrell exclaimed, watching the wand in his hand being knocked away.

"Professor, my spell is longer than yours." Rogge pointed the wand at Quirrell's temple and asked him to sit on the chair.

"Rogge, how dare you attack the professor! Do you know the consequences of doing so?" Quirrell shouted and threatened.

"Consequences? Alder wood and unicorn hair, Professor, do you think if I hand it over to the Ministry of Magic, can they find out anything?" Rogge played with Quirrell's wand and put it into his bag without ceremony. .

"Give me back the wand, otherwise I will deduct 50 points from you...not 150 points..."

Rogge looked at the furious Quirrell and said with a smile: "How about 1000 points? Have you figured out how to explain it to the principal?"

"You!" Quirrell was not one to be eloquent, and was immediately silenced by Rogge.

"You...I'm going to send you to Azkaban...Azkaban, yes! It's Azkaban!" Quirrell stood up excitedly, and the dangerous red light from the wand made him sit down quickly.

"Calm down! Rogge, if you attack me, you will be sent to Azkaban..." Quirrell looked at the little wizard's indifferent eyes, and his heart went crazy. His intuition told him that this was not a threat, Rogge might really kill him. .

"Hey...didn't anyone tell you that I came out of Azkaban?" Rogge looked at the anxious Quirrell and sneered, "Maybe you need to explain why you treat the little wizard Take action?

A dignified Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was defeated...or even killed by a first-year student in a one-on-one situation. It's funny, isn't it? "

"Also, didn't anyone tell you to take a shower frequently?" Rogge looked at Quirrell with disgust, thinking that Voldemort had no nose, and he understood why he could tolerate such a strong smell of garlic.

"Besides, about you killing the unicorn..."

"Quirrell, let me talk to him."

"Master, your power..."

"Shut up, you idiot!"

A sudden look of panic appeared on Quirrell's face. He completely forgot about the threat of the wand and untied his turban.

He smiled strangely at Rogge, stood up and turned around. On the smooth back of the head was a face that seemed to have been burned by fire, lumped together like wax, and twisted in a weird way.

"Roger Travis." Voldemort shouted low and hoarse, and the office was suddenly enveloped in a terrifying and cold atmosphere.

"Should I call you Professor Quirrell, or Lord Voldemort?" Rogge smiled, still pointing his wand at him.

"I, the greatest wizard of all time..."

"Stop!" Rogge interrupted Voldemort's self-introduction and reminded: "Principal Dumbledore has never claimed to be himself. You? How can you be so virtuous?"

"Albus, that coward, if it weren't for Potter... Rogge, your family once followed me, and Theodore and Buck were my most capable men." Voldemort said through gritted teeth, with strong hatred in his tone. .

"First of all, it is certain people who follow you, not our family. Secondly, one of them died and the other was sentenced to life imprisonment. It seems that following the great Lord Voldemort is not a rational decision." Rogge interrupted. He almost choked the confident Voldemort to death.

He stared angrily at the little wizard in front of him, barely suppressed the anger in his heart, and readjusted his emotions. Just as he was about to speak, Rogge blocked him indifferently.

"Voldemort, tell me what you have to say. Our time is precious." Rogge glanced at Voldemort's flat, snake-like nostrils and responded simply.

"Impatient little wizard." Voldemort laughed ferociously and threatened in a low and depressed voice: "Your relatives have the Dark Mark on their arms. As long as I recite a spell, their lives will be worse than death."

"Oh?" Rogge looked at the blurry face and immediately laughed.

Voldemort looked at each other in confusion, what's so funny about this? What's so funny about this!

"Are you an orphan..."

"You are the orphan, and there is no one left in your family." Rogge took a deep breath, and then said: "Thanks to you, my father Theodore died in the hands of the Ministry of Magic, and my mother and I were imprisoned. Eleven years of Azkaban..."

"Oh, it turns out you are Theodore's child, and your mother is Jessica Lestrange..." Voldemort suddenly realized that he was the child of a Death Eater, and he would definitely not be able to escape his control now.

"Voldemort, didn't anyone tell you that it's rude to interrupt someone else?" Rogge scolded.

"Damn it, aren't you afraid that I will kill your mother?" He suddenly became very confident, his snake-like red eyes glanced at Rogge, his tone full of threats.

"It's not too late for you to take action after I finish speaking." Rogge said calmly, "At least now, we still have a lot of time."

Voldemort looked at Rogge suspiciously. The kid in front of him was so different that he couldn't figure out the details. A shadow cast over his heart. Could it be that the other party didn't care about his mother?

Or is he a ruthless wizard, just like himself back then...

"The principal helped my mother remove the Dark Mark. If you don't believe it, you can try it." After Rogge finished speaking, he added another ruthless blow: "I'm not like some people who were born orphans and were not wanted by their parents."

"Roger Travis, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" Voldemort shouted violently when he was stabbed in the painful area.

Papers were flying around in the office, and a terrifying sense of oppression came to Rogge. Voldemort's face twisted randomly like a ghost, as if he was about to burst out of his scalp and bite people.

"Wow! Mr. Voldemort, do you still have the strength to take action?" Rogge not only didn't believe it, but also continued to threaten: "I may not be your opponent, but I can definitely attract Dumbledore."

"Since you claim to be the greatest wizard in history, how about a gamble with our lives?" The wand in Rogge's hand was ready to go, but Voldemort hesitated.

"You are the Dark Lord, once the nightmare of the British wizarding world. And I am just a first-year wizard at Hogwarts. Looking at it this way, your winning rate is infinitely close to 100%." ​​Rogge kept teasing him, making Voldemort even more hesitant. .

Quirrell had already detected the location of the Philosopher's Stone, and Voldemort didn't want to expose himself at this moment. In order to be resurrected, he could even let go of his murderous enemy Harry, how could he fall short because of a kid?

Even though the splitting of his soul made him extreme, Voldemort had not lost his mind. He immediately adjusted his tone, his voice calm and strong: "Roger, you don't need to anger me. We are both wizards, not enemies."

"We should sit down and talk. There should be no bloodshed between wizards."

"Ha..." Rogge warned himself to stay serious, but he couldn't help laughing when he heard Voldemort's words.

what is this? After the threat failed, did you start to win over?

An evil wizard in the cholera magic world, an executioner who killed countless people and destroyed countless families, actually said that there should be no bloodshed among wizards.

"what are you laughing at?"

"I remember fun things."

"Something fun?"

"It's going to be summer vacation soon..."

"Roger, I have experienced the painful years in the Muggle world. Magic is our life and the foundation for our superiority."

"Ha ha……"

"We are destined to rule those filthy mudbloods and build an ideal world of pure-blood wizards. Hatred cannot control us, and there should be no bloodshed among wizards..."

"Pfft..."

"...As pure-blood wizards, we have the responsibility to bring true equality to our ethnic group and build a better future for pure-blood wizards."

"Then..." Voldemort endured Rogge's harsh laughter and told himself not to care, not to care!

"Then use our wisdom, love...and reason to eliminate the mudblood's ignorance."

"Roger, I've tolerated you for a long time. What are you laughing at? What's so funny!"