A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"Hello, my name is Hermione Granger." Hermione looked at Roger, who had just woken up in the evening, and scolded him for his behavior, "You occupied half of the carriage by yourself, which may prevent other freshmen from finding their seats. .”

"Ah...Hermione!" Rogge just woke up and didn't react for a while.

He looked at the girl in front of him and couldn't help but sigh at what a coincidence. Conscience of heaven and earth, I found the carriage at will, and I came here first.

"Did I drink the Fuling Potion?" Rogge thought of this and suddenly slapped his thigh, startling Hermione.

"Sorry, I suddenly remembered something about potions." Roger smiled apologetically, "Rogg, Roger Travis."

"Potion?" Hermione looked at him and asked unceremoniously: "Is it the potion that turns you into Sleeping Beauty?"

"Sleeping Beauty?" Rogge asked doubtfully, when did he get a nickname?

"We see you sleeping so soundly, like the Sleeping Beauty in the fairy tale." Neville nodded and asked Rogge for confirmation: "Rogge, in fairy tales, the princess kisses the prince to wake up, right?"

"Ah?" Rogge's eyes widened. What kind of fairy tale is this? Why have I never heard of it? Do you have a notebook? Let me take a look...

"Who knows, fairy tales are all lies anyway." Roger saw Hermione's unnatural expression and didn't know what she was thinking.

"Don't change the subject. Didn't you just talk about potions? Why don't you tell us about it." Hermione sat on the sofa with a look of judgment in her eyes.

She came to Hogwarts alone and could only prove her excellence with intelligence and diligence. Coupled with her unforgiving mouth, the little wizard will feel uncomfortable with her. Fortunately, Roger and Neville were in the same carriage, otherwise she would have been ostracized by the little wizard before she even went to school.

"Fu Ling Potion, a magic potion that can bring good luck to people."

Hermione thought for a while, she had never seen it in the books she had read. She had to admit that she knew very little about advanced potions.

But Hermione wouldn't give up easily: "Just because it's a name doesn't mean you can make it."

"You are right, but I know it is part of the NEWT potion exam. When a wizard drinks this golden potion, he will feel like he is running fast.

Its formula is very complex and takes a full 6 months to make. Rogge looked at Hermione's gradually deflated expression and said slowly: "Miss Know-it-all, maybe you need to read some advanced potion books." "

"You!" Hermione looked at Roger angrily, with tears in her eyes.

"Don't be angry, I'll treat you to snacks." Rogge touched his stomach, his appetite getting bigger and bigger.

He found the saleswoman and cleared the shelves of pumpkin pies, Bibi's all-flavored beans, crucible cakes, etc.

"My dear, you are the second person to clear the shelves today." The salesperson exclaimed, accepting the galleons handed over by Roger.

"But you are not willing to give me a discount." Rogge sighed, his regretful eyes making the dear salesperson feel embarrassed.

"Okay, kid. I can give you an extra chocolate frog. Based on my years of experience in collecting pictures, the wizard in it is absolutely rare." The salesperson handed the chocolate frog to Roger, hoping to appease the little wizard's resentment towards him.

He opened the package and the chocolate frog jumped out immediately and was caught before it even hit the ground. As the frog's head was bitten off by Rogge, pulp continued to explode from the broken neck area.

"It's just chocolate, you're welcome." Under Hermione's horrified eyes, Roger licked his lips. He had to say that the chocolate frogs in the wizarding world did have a unique style.

"Roger, Neville's Leif has gone missing. You are like this..."

"Leif? Neville doesn't mind." Rogge opened the package and saw a dark wizard standing in the picture. It is the Dark Lord imprisoned in the highest cell in Nurmengard, Mr. Grindelwald.

Compared to the torn chocolate frog, Hermione and Neville were quickly attracted to the characters in the picture.

They gathered around Grindelwald and discussed the description of him in the picture. Hermione looked up inadvertently and found that Roger had already eaten half of the snack. Judging from his appearance, he couldn't even fill his stomach with the remaining half.

"Ugh..." Rogge vomited out in disgust, how could there be multi-flavored beans that smell like boogers. He swore he would never eat a braised bean again in his life.

He's not Forrest Gump, so it's none of his business what the next piece of chocolate tastes like. Since the manufacturer cannot manage the production line well, don't blame him for managing the wallet.

"It's fake!" Hermione exclaimed. Grindelwald's introduction said that he had dueled with Dumbledore.

"It must be true, look at this." Neville took out the pictures he collected and found Principal Dumbledore.

"In 1945, he defeated the wizard Grindelwald, discovered 12 uses of the fire dragon's blood, and was very effective in alchemy with his partner Nicolas Flamel..."

"It's really him!" Hermione exclaimed repeatedly, while Neville couldn't put down the picture of the Dark Lord.

"Nicholas Flamel? I have been confusing him with Manstein for a while." Rogge nodded, and he really remembered it wrong at the time.

"Hey, Manstein was a Nazi officer, okay?" Hermione raised her head and looked at Roger, "Your European history is really bad."

"Yeah, but I think Manstein is easier to pronounce than Nicklerme." Rogge ate the last crucible cake and felt that his stomach was only three cents full.

"Roger, can I trade all the pictures for your Grindelwald?" Neville asked carefully.

"Ahem, Neville, don't say that Grindelwald is mine, he belongs to Principal Dumbledore." Rogge glanced at the pictures that Neville took out. They were all common figures in the British wizarding world.

It seems that Grindelwald is the Dark Lord of Europe, and his special relationship with Dumbledore is why his pictures are so rare and precious in the British wizarding world.

"It's a good deal and I have no reason to disagree. But you have to consider that you've been collecting these for a long time."

"It doesn't matter. I have duplicates of these pictures. I have 8 pictures of Dumbledore!" Neville pushed the picture to Rogge without hesitation and carefully put away Grindelwald.

Rogge nodded. This is just like some game skins in the previous life. The Dragon Blind that you can't get may be a piece of cabbage in other servers, and it's given for free.

"It's really a cabbage." Rogge flipped through the chocolate frog package he just opened and found three Dumbledores. Perhaps in the German wizarding world, Dumbledore is the rarest.

"Neville, you must keep it away and don't let the principal see it." Rogge said meaningfully, and Hermione next to him ignited a small flame of gossip.

"Rogge, is there any story between the greatest white wizard and Grindelwald?" Hermione connected the two without any knowledge, imagining a strange CP in her heart.

"Maybe it's not a story, but an accident? But I can tell you that there was a blood alliance between them." Rogge sighed at her keen intuition. Women may really be born detectives.

"Blood Pact? What is that?" Hermione's eyes lit up when she heard these two words, "There is a secret between Dumbledore and Grindelwald!"