A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"I forgot. Haha, but I already know Haierbo's experimental ideas. I'm sorry, it seems you have lost your bargaining chip."

"Really?" Rogge's calm tone made Voldemort feel uneasy. Could it be that he had overlooked some important news.

"The basilisk..."

"Hahaha... I happen to know a basilisk. Want to know where it is?"

"Voldemort, it is a bad habit to interrupt others when they are talking. Please pay attention." Rogge frowned and continued: "I also know the basilisk you know, the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts, the founder of Slytherin's house. pet."

Ignoring Voldemort's shocked expression, Rogge asked softly: "Mr. Voldemort, are you sure that your current situation can subdue the soul of the thousand-year-old basilisk?"

"Maybe you were swallowed by a basilisk instead."

"Hiss...why don't you try it?"

"Try? I commend your courage. Maybe you should graduate wearing a gold and red school robe."

"Damn it, don't compare those stupid lions to me..."

"Calm down, you teach me snake language, and I'll tell you how to hatch a basilisk."

"Hatching a basilisk?" Voldemort looked at Rogge. Could it be that the little wizard in front of him had found Haierbo's laboratory in Europe.

"Okay Roger, I agree. Tell me!"

"I'll tell you after you teach me snake language."

"Hmph, what if you lied to me?"

"I can tell you the key ingredient: rooster eggs."

"Huh, rooster eggs? Are you kidding me!" Voldemort said disdainfully.

"believe it or not."

"Okay, I agree to teach you snake language. In three days, how much you can learn depends on your luck."

"Three days? Okay." Rogge nodded. It seemed that Voldemort was almost ready to steal the Sorcerer's Stone.

"Mr. Voldemort, are you interested in selling the Lestrange family's treasury to me?" Rogge was like a greedy little devil who wanted to drain Voldemort of all his value.

"As expected of our Shadow Prefect of Slytherin House, you are really greedy."

"Fair deal, and I'm curious, why do you have the key to the Lestrange family's vault?" Rogge recalled the plot, feeling that this vault was very important.

"If I remember correctly, you are the last man in the Gaunt family, right?"

"Gaunt..." Voldemort had somewhat complicated emotions in his eyes when he heard this familiar yet unfamiliar last name.

"As the master of the Death Eaters, isn't it normal for slaves to contribute treasures? The Lestrange family's treasure trove was donated by Bellatrix."

"Bella?" Rogge looked at Voldemort playfully, "I didn't expect that you are also a master of cuckolding, and you actually have the same hobby as Boss Cao."

"What?" Voldemort couldn't understand Rogge's words, but he could feel the teasing in his tone.

"If your knowledge interests me, I can give you the key to the vault."

"Don't worry, it's a brand new version that you haven't heard of...the transformation between basilisk and wizard and the lich phylactery. Especially the latter, that is knowledge that even ancient magic cannot record."

"Commonly known as fabricated lies." Rogge defined it in his mind.

"tell me the story."

"No, no, no, Mr. Voldemort, you are too smart. Either refuse me without knowing a word, or agree to hand over the treasury to me."

"The key is hidden in the Hog's Head Bar..."

“Give me the key or deny me.”

"Damn little wizard! Well, the key is in Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets, and the location of the Chamber of Secrets is in the girls' bathroom where Myrtle died..."

Rogge shook his head. It seemed that Voldemort was not willing to hand over the key to his vault. He stood up and said goodbye to Voldemort and Quirrell.

"Grod nafel garz volp rogue rod."

"What?" Rogge looked at Voldemort in confusion, and vigilantly released the conjuring guards in front of him to prevent the other party from casting a curse on him.

"You unlearned guy, this is the language of goblins." Voldemort rarely found a sense of superiority in Rogge, and his expression was quite proud.

"It means giving you the key and opening the vault. You go to Gringotts to find Geldlock and say this to him, and he will give you the key.

Or you go to Bellatrix, she can also open the vault with her wand. "

"Could you repeat that?"

"Hmph, listen carefully. Grod nafel..."

Elvish sounds a bit like guttural scraping, with various tones combined together to sound like a chirping sound. Rogge memorized it the second time, but he was still worried about recording this sentence in his notebook.

"Do you still want to look it up in the dictionary?"

"Bingo, you guessed it right." Rogge's distrustful attitude made Voldemort a little angry, but for the sake of the other party's knowledge, he did not get angry.

Voldemort said eagerly: "Tell me about the transformation between the basilisk and the wizard, and what about the lich phylactery."

"Don't worry, I'm an honest man, and I keep my word."

"I don't know how to switch between a basilisk and a wizard." Rogge signaled Voldemort to take it easy. He didn't mean to play tricks at all: "I can give you a clue, the blood curse."

"Blood curse?" Voldemort pondered. This strange curse is still an unsolved mystery in the wizarding world.

"Yes. There once was a performer in the Arkanus Wizard Circus. She could transform into a viper, and she could also transform from a viper back into a wizard."

"Meredix... I know who you are talking about: Nagini, Newt and Barber's friend. Is she still at Hogwarts?"

"I only provide knowledge, not intelligence. Since you are the Dark Lord, I will tell you that Nagini has been captured and taken back to the circus."

"Hehe, I knew it..." Voldemort raised the corners of his mouth, but did not finish his words. He looked at Rogge meaningfully and motioned for him to continue speaking.

"Mr. Voldemort, I believe that as a famous contemporary wizard, you can definitely reverse the blood curse. As for the Lich Phylactery, it is an exquisite magic created by a group of mages who pursue immortality."

Rogge was persuasive: "They hate that their limited life prevents them from pursuing unlimited magical knowledge, so they long for eternity. The mages have created a method to transform into lichs so that they will never die."

"First, I make a phylactery myself; then I completely separate my soul; and finally I seal my soul in the phylactery."

"In this way, the mage himself can break away from the physical body and become an immortal spell caster. He does not need to eat or sleep, and retains all memories and talents. It does not matter if the physical body is destroyed, as long as the phylactery exists, he can be resurrected at any time." Rogge recounted with relish , staring at Voldemort with interest, as if saying that a Horcrux is a castrated version of a phylactery.

"Mr. Voldemort, it seems that you also know that you can't become a lich. Don't worry, there is another way." Rogge lowered his voice lower and slower.

"You can sign a contract with certain creatures, such as the God of Death. Let only convert you into a lich."

"Death?" Voldemort repeated this word. He didn't know whether Death really existed.

"Yes, the legendary God of Death. If you can find one, you can live forever." Rogge's words ignited Voldemort's burning desire. Regardless of biological Horcruxes or lichs, eternal life has become easily accessible to Rogge.

"Roger Travis, join me! We can go to eternal life together!" Voldemort could not remember how many times he invited Rogge, but his invitations became more urgent and sincere each time.

"I'm still young. Let's wait until I'm old and can't walk anymore." Rogge said goodbye to Voldemort and Quirrell. He didn't want to turn into a skeleton at a young age.

"Master, don't you want..." Quirrell looked at Rogge's back viciously, his wand was just gone.

"Shut up, idiot! I'm tired. I need to take a good rest."

"Yes, yes, Master." Quirrell apologized hurriedly. After the face on the back of his head made no sound, he wrapped his head with a cloth strip.

After leaving Quirrell's office, Rogge immediately went to find Snape. He only promised not to tell Dumbledore, but he didn't promise not to tell Volsnape.

"Teacher, give me a few bottles of unicorn blood." Rogge was quite direct and didn't hide anything from Quirrell.

"Did you see that person?" Snape asked with a frown.

"Low down on the ground..."

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