A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Life energy? Life magic crystal?" Rogge was stunned for a moment. The magic stone can make the user immortal. It seems that it is not groundless.

Nicole Flamel lived in France in the fourteenth century, when the European continent was experiencing the horrific Black Death. According to later estimates, approximately 25 million people died in just seven years.

Rogge held the red magic crystal and was not afraid to speculate on Nicoléme with the greatest malice: "So many people died at the same time, I'm afraid even the God of Death would be too busy. Maybe the magic stone was born from this disaster."

In the simulation results, the principal asked himself whether to walk the magic stone. It seems that the energy changes inside do not affect the appearance.

He held the magic stone and secretly gave the order: "Absorb."

A black hole seemed to grow in the palm of his hand, and the energy in the magic stone rushed into the panel instantly. A long energy bar was displayed on the panel, rising rapidly.

"Roger, what's wrong with Harry?" Hermione ran down and looked at them nervously.

Before Rogge could answer, Dumbledore also flew up from above. He held Harry, checked that his life was not in danger, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"What happened? Why are you here? I warned you not to go near the fourth floor corridor!"

"Principal, it's Quirrell...no, it's Voldemort." Rogge corrected his statement and began to tell what he saw.

"... Quirrell wanted to strangle Harry to death in order to snatch the Philosopher's Stone from him... But in the end Harry won..."

"Vo... the mysterious man is still alive?" Hermione shouted in surprise, not to mention that Voldemort was actually possessed by Quirrell.

"What about Quirrell?"

"If this pile of dirt counts." Rogge kicked Quirrell's robe, and Hermione jumped on it in fright.

Rogge deliberately delayed the time, and the progress bar on the panel quickly filled up. Dumbledore's eyelids were half drooped, staring at him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Principal, is this the magic stone? It looks like an unpolished red crystal." Seeing that the energy bar was full, Rogge took out the magic stone out of curiosity.

"Yes, this is the magic stone, which has the ability to make people immortal."

"Immortality? Real or fake? It's something that even Merlin can't do!" Rogge smiled and handed the Sorcerer's Stone to Dumbledore. Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief and looked away from Rogge.

Rogge looked at the unconscious Harry and asked: "Principal, is there any magic spell on him? Why can he kill Quirrell with his hands?"

"This is the power left to Harry by his parents, the power of love." Without explaining too much, Dumbledore picked up Harry and motioned for everyone to follow him.

"The power of love?" Rogge was doubtful. He would rather believe that pigs can fly than that love can defeat Voldemort.

If love is useful, what is a magic wand used for? Use it to make tea?

"Principal, is it an ancient curse?" Rogge asked tentatively.

He has the talent of darkness affinity, and he is very sure that he just felt the fluctuation of black magic. At that time, Harry was killing Quirrell with his hands.

Looking at Quirrell's miserable appearance before his death, he knew that it was not serious magic.

"Maybe only Harry's parents know." Dumbledore didn't want to say more. He walked back to the wizard's chess room and put down the upside-down Weasley.

"Roger, it is against school rules to attack your classmates."

"Okay principal, I will pay attention next time." Rogge nodded to accept Dumbledore's criticism, but he felt that Dumbledore was changing the subject.

His brain was spinning rapidly, trying to guess what the so-called curse of love was. Sacrifice yourself to protect your young son?

If he remembered correctly, Harry would stay at his aunt Petunia's house until he reached adulthood. If the blood of relatives can help Harry block Voldemort's perception, in a sense, the Dursley's house is indeed safer than Hogwarts.

"Blood relationship?" Rogge muttered in his heart, sensing the breath of blood magic.

He had a bold hypothesis in his mind, but he couldn't verify it at the moment. Looking at the kind Dumbledore, Rogge warned himself to be cautious: "Thinking too much will bring you closer to death."

Several people took Harry to the school hospital, where Madam Pomfrey quickly treated him and drove them all out of the ward.

Dumbledore stood outside the door and said to them: "Roger, Hermione, and Ron, this matter needs to be kept secret. Do you understand?"

Hermione looked at the principal with some confusion, but the last few people nodded in agreement.

After returning from the school hospital, Roger breathed a sigh of relief. The energy bar on the panel is full, followed by a countdown. After some estimation, it will take another month to complete the countdown, and I don’t know what changes will occur.

"Roger, you bastard! You actually knocked me unconscious!" As soon as she entered the bedroom, Daphne threw the pillow over.

She pointed her wand at Roger, wanting to give him a stick in his front teeth.

"Well, Daphne, Professor Quirrell is possessed by Voldemort."

"Oh... the mysterious man is still alive!" Daphne screamed and hid on the bed, hugging the quilt tightly in fear.

"You...you already knew?"

"I knew it when I came back from the Forbidden Forest. For your safety, I let you have a good sleep." Rogge was glad that Slytherin is a single dormitory, otherwise how could he explain Daphne's appearance to others.

"Don't worry now, our savior has defeated Voldemort once again."

"Great! Also, it's not a good night's sleep!" Daphne suddenly raised her voice an octave, rushed over and gave Rogge a hard kick.

Rogge took a breath, he really hated Xiao Nizi for doing it. He even felt that he needed to go to the school hospital.

"Bubbles, are you there?" Roger sat on the chair, took off his shoes and rubbed his feet.

"Little master, Bubbles are always here." Bubbles lifted the phantom spell and stood in front of Rogge.

"Well, don't tell Jessica what happened just now. How was the harvest in the Forbidden Forest?"

"Bubble disappointed the little master, he only caught 3 unicorns." Bubble lowered his head and handed over the old wand and brown bag.

"Three heads? That's enough for breeding." Rogge was very happy. He originally thought it would be good if he could catch one.

It seems that the Ministry of Magic prohibits elves from using wands for a reason. Their talents are stronger than many wizards. Once you can use the wand, you have the ability to threaten the rule of wizards.

"Good job." Rogge patted Bubbles on the shoulder, and the elf jumped up excitedly.

"You give the unicorn to the Magical Zoo in Diagon Alley. I've made an agreement with them and it can be temporarily stored there."

"Don't worry, little master, your request is Paopao's mission." Paopao patted his chest and accepted the task without hesitation.

Watching Bubble disapparate and leave, Rogge rubbed his head in distress. The foster care fee at the Magic Zoo is 20 gold galleons per day, which is 60 for 3 unicorns, which is totally like a money grab. In addition, the planning of the manor also needs to include a breeding garden, which is another huge sum of money.

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Harry did something big, and his legend spread throughout the campus. No one knows exactly what he did. They only heard that he protected something great and foiled Quirrell's conspiracy.

Roger remembered that the principal had agreed with everyone that this would be a secret, but now it seemed that the secret ship was leaking from the top.

"Really, you obviously have a share!" Daphne defended Rogge, and was very angry when she saw the proud looks of the little lions.

"To be honest, I seemed to be involved but not involved either." Rogge sighed, and the three-headed dog, Clever Key, and Ron all blocked his steps.

Although the magic stone was not obtained, the panel was full of energy. He also took in three unicorns and contributed to the protection of magical animals.

He heard that Dumbledore personally went to the Forbidden Forest because of the disappearance of the unicorn, but found nothing in the end.

"The results are out! The results are out!"

The little wizard shouted in the courtyard corridor. Everyone who was having fun and playing suddenly became uneasy, like prisoners rushing to the execution ground, staring blankly at the messenger.

"The results are out?" Daphne shouted in surprise, "Why so fast?"

"Come on, let's go take a look together." Roger and Daphne came to the auditorium, and Snape stood in front of the Slytherin table.

He still looked serious, and Roger could tell from the movements of his hands that the teacher was in a good mood. There were rolled report cards on the table, and Snape specially stacked them into a pyramid.

"What, only Slytherin's results are out."

"How is it possible? They must have all come out. In the past, they were announced after the Academy Cup was announced. Why is it brought forward this year?"

"Do you think it's because their results were so good that Professor Snape sent them out in advance?"