A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"It's not me, it's Nagini!" Barnum accidentally let it slip, with a painful expression on his face.

"When Skander found Nagini, he was a complete beast. He just thought of taming it with a whip, but he didn't expect Nagini to launch a sneak attack..."

"And you continue to keep it?" Alexander shook his head, what a bunch of greedy guys.

"Such a dangerous magical creature, are you sure Mr. Barnum can handle it?" Alexander's tone contained a warning.

Rogge quietly relaxed his restraints, and Nagini immediately began to struggle, with a strong tendency to escape.

"No more...I don't want it anymore...take it away! Damn the blood-cursed orc! I should have killed it long ago!" Barnum looked at the huge snake head so close, and his pants actually got wet.

"We will deal with it properly." Rogge hit Nagini on the head with a heavy blow, and it looked angrily at the little wizard falling down.

"Rogg, it's dangerous." Alexander looked at Nagini floating next to Rogg and warned.

"I know." Rogge nodded, but he could not tell Alexander that Nagini would become Voldemort's Horcrux in the future.

Now that he had taken action to cut off the beard, he was very curious about what Voldemort would do then. After all, there are very few snake blood cursers like Nagini in the entire magic world.

"Well, you must keep an eye on it and be vigilant at all times. If necessary, kill it immediately." Seeing that Rogge had made up his mind, Alexander stopped trying to persuade him: "Strange, how could they find Najib in the Scottish Highlands? Ni?"

The Christmas trip to Moscow was fulfilling but short. Roger and Bubbles returned to the British wizarding world with a large number of books. But this caused a huge problem at home in London.

The collection of books at the Ministry of Magic in Moscow is okay, but the key is that the more than 30 million Muggle books stolen by Rogge are really hard to put down at home.

From the living room to the attic, from the bathroom to the kitchen, even the garage is filled with books. They reach the top of the sky and the bottom of the earth, and are filled with air. There is only half a path left for people to walk in the entire home.

"Roger, what's the use of these Muggle books!" Jessica put her hands on her waist and was rarely angry with her son. She looked up and saw countless books stacked to the ceiling.

"Our house is not Ollivander's wand shop!" Jessica turned her head and glanced at Nagini in the cage. It stood upright and kept spitting out poisonous cores. Yumi and Diana were so frightened that they ran upstairs. .

"And this snake?"

"Mom, calm down, calm down!" Rogge said cautiously, "I can use the traceless expansion spell to expand the study room big enough that Nagini can be put into the bag."

"Okay!" Jessica crossed her arms in front of her and stared at him: "If we can't figure it out before school starts, I'll burn all these Muggle books!"

Facing the angry Jessica, Rogge did not dare to refute, let alone say that this was only one-tenth of the amount.

"Bubbles, can Travis Manor be used?" Rogge rubbed his temples. School will start in three days. It is impossible to use the traceless expansion spell to occupy such a large space.

"My young master, the manor has been in disrepair for a long time. It will cost a large sum of gold galleons to use it."

"No matter, take me over and take a look!" Rogge grabbed the bubble and used the elf's transformation to arrive at Trevis Manor.

The cold and damp sea breeze blows on the island of Ireland in January, and a deserted cobblestone avenue winds into the distance. The towering ancient trees on both sides were full of bare branches, like the claws of ghosts stretching towards the gray sky.

The grass on both sides of the road is covered with a thin layer of snow, and occasionally lifeless grass blades are exposed.

At the end of the driveway is the old manor, which has been tightly wrapped with canes. The pattern on the door was rusted into disarray, and the door knocker was loose and falling off. Rogge pushed lightly, and the whole door fell to the ground with a clang. A damp, rotten smell hit him.

Across the Manor Square, a huge fountain sits in the center. The water in the pool has long since dried up, and the statues on the edge are mottled and unrecognizable.

Around the fountain, behind the steps is the main building of the manor. The gray-black exterior wall is covered with cracks, and the broken glass reflects the weak sunlight listlessly.

More than half of the door was smashed, and the remaining half was stubbornly hanging upside down from the door frame. Roger walked through the creaking door, and the magic portrait in the room suddenly became noisy.

"Damn thief! Damn Mundungus, he's stealing again!" roared a portrait of an old wizard with a big beard.

"Come here! Drive away this thief!" An old woman wearing a silver wig waved her crutch and screamed.

"Those bastards from the Ministry of Magic have taken away all the valuable antiques!" A portrait with a pair of cat eyes hidden under the hood roared, "What is there to steal now!"

"Get out! Are we worthless painters trying to steal?" A middle-aged wizard with a gloomy face waved the fist in the painting and said viciously.

"Damn Dumbledore, I knew you would take revenge on us Travis sooner or later!" the upside-down portrait cursed, and his words caught Rogge's attention.

Rogge picked him up and blew the dust off: "Who are you?"

The man in the portrait is wearing a gray woolen coat and a round hat. He looked at Rogge angrily, wanting to rush out and bite him to death.

"Me?" The man adjusted his collar and formally introduced himself: "Torquil Travis, the director of the Legal Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic at the beginning of this century, sent the dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald to Newmont. Gad Tower Prison..."

"Boy, do you want to know the secret between Dumbledore and Grindelwald?" Torquier asked seductively, "The greatest white wizard in the world and the most dangerous dark wizard in the world, the secret between them! "

"Grandpa Torquier, please tell me."

"Hmph, listen up! Dumbledore and Grindelwald are lovers," Torquier shouted, and suddenly asked in surprise: "What did you call me?"

"Toquil, he called you grandpa!"

"Hahaha, where does this little wizard come from and wants to be a member of our Travis family!"

"Forgot to introduce myself." Rogge smiled and saluted the magic portraits around him.

"My name is Roger Travis. My father is Theodore Travis and my mother is Jessica Travis."

"Impossible!" the old woman with a silver wig shouted, "The last male of the Travis family was Buck, and he was imprisoned in Azkaban."

"Wait, Grandma Anne." Torquier cleared his throat and said, "I remember Theodore did have a child, but it was killed by the Ministry of Magic?"

"Grandpa Toquil, I am that child." Rogge showed the family tail ring, and the magic portraits in the hall began to talk about it.

"I was indeed hit by the Auror's Unforgivable Curse, but I still survived."

"I don't believe it, unless your name is on the family tree!" Granny Anne yelled, asking Roger to find the family tree hidden in the fireplace.

Rogge felt a little uneasy, but he still followed the portrait and found a small book from behind the fireplace. After the book was unfolded, a huge tree grew out of it, with nearly a hundred male heads surrounding the branches.

According to the tradition of the Treves family, every male will be named after the Latin name of the plant when he is born, and then the name will be marked under his own profile picture.

For example, Roger's father Theodore, his Latin name means oak. Buck, who was still in Azkaban, was Aconitum, and Grandpa Torquil was Spruce. As for myself, it is Lily of the Valley, commonly known as lily of the valley.

The Travis family is flourishing, but not thriving. Most of the names on the tree have turned black, indicating that the corresponding wizards have died.

To the surprise of the elders in the magic portrait, the tree now still has two heads lit up. One is Buck Travis, and the other is Roger Travis in front of him.

"Sure enough." Rogge nodded. The genealogy was identified by blood rather than soul.

"Curtain cover!"

"Curtain cover?" Rogge was stunned, "Call me?"

"Of course!" Torquier looked at Rogge lovingly, and the attitudes of the wizards in the surrounding portraits also made a 180-degree turn.