A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"The purpose of the club is to communicate and learn, and to improve everyone's magic level. I will not hide it, and the club will not limit the academy or origin, but..." Rogge's words made everyone's hearts tighten, and they knew it was not that simple.

"As a formal club member, your grades in all subjects last school year must be no lower than E, and at least one subject must be O. Of course, if you are extremely good at a certain subject, the Magic Club can recruit you."

"E in all subjects!" Everyone exclaimed that it was impossible and looked at him with wide eyes.

The school grades are divided into 6 grades: O excellent, E good, A passing, P poor, and D very poor. And T, whom Rogge calls stupid.

"Is it difficult?" Rogge asked doubtfully, "If you are not smart enough, then at least you have to work hard. Oh, by the way, Quidditch is not included."

Everyone laughed in unison after hearing this. Everyone knew that Roger was not good at flying broomsticks, and neither did Miss Granger.

"Everyone who is interested in joining the Jackdaw Magic Club, please work hard." Rogge finished speaking calmly and left the auditorium with the textbook.

The little snakes were the first to realize that the Jackdaw Magic Society was not just a study group, but an elite circle, a symbol of special status.

As a result, they were obviously much more diligent. They walked into the library together and actively interacted in class. Faced with everyone's inquiries, Rogge was very happy to share.

The senior wizards couldn't let go of their inner pride. Apart from summoning the gods to protect themselves, how could Rogge's other magical knowledge be as good as theirs?

"Rogge, you are so good at using the Divine Guard. You must be very good at Defense Against the Dark Arts. Can you tell me some tips?" Nott quickly caught up with Rogge after class and looked at Rogge expectantly.

"To use Defense Against the Dark Arts well, you must first understand the enemy correctly, instead of learning a bunch of spells." Rogge smiled and explained to Nott.

In addition to the little snakes, the little wizards from other colleges also gathered around, looking at him expectantly.

"For example, giant monsters with infinite strength are very stupid; giant spiders are not inferior to wizards in intelligence, but they are afraid of fire... Facing them, you can protect yourself with transformation spells or blazing flames."

Everyone listened with great interest, and many people's eyes shone with admiration.

"Actually, the curse is secondary."

"Secondary?" The little wizards surrounding him were confused. There was something more important than the magic spell?

"Reason and belief." Rogge repeated these two words, using himself as an example.

"I was once forced to death by a giant monster, but I still held the belief that I would win, turned the stick into cotton, and finally killed it." Rogge said, pulling off his school robe and showing everyone the trophy: a giant monster Anti-curse vest made of strange leather.

"The opponent is too powerful. It can be avoided temporarily. There is no shame in it." Rogge smiled and continued to explain.

"Magic spells and equipment are tools to help them become stronger. The wizard himself is the foundation for moving from strength to greatness. For example, our principal Dumbledore, his wisdom is more magical than his magic."

Rogge's words greatly inspired everyone, and everyone applauded to express their admiration and gratitude.

"Wow, Rogge, what you said is so good!" Daphne's eyes flashed with little stars, feeling that Professor Quirrell was nothing more than that.

"I used to never understand why the Defense Against the Dark Arts class had to memorize so many things, but now I finally understand." Blaise praised, having a better understanding of the school's curriculum.

"Yeah, but it's a pity that we can't actually apply it."

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The little wizards started a heated discussion, and Rogge patiently listened to everyone's thoughts and pointed out the problem to the point.

"Harry, did you see that guy is showing off again? He was showing off his Patronus in the Great Hall this morning, and now he is showing off knowledge. Looking at the way he was bragging, Hermione is not as bad as him!" Ron lifted his head and was bitten by the dragon! He pointed at his injured hand and complained to Harry.

"A large group of people surrounded him, just like the prince of Slytherin. How disgusting!" He exhaled hot air from his nostrils, and his face turned red with jealousy.

"I dare say that he must have secretly used love potions, otherwise why would so many people like him! Harry, he is so close to Snape." Ron vented his dissatisfaction with Snape to Ron He cursed in a low voice: "Damn little Death Eater."

Harry hesitated and did not express his attitude immediately. He felt a little uncomfortable when he saw the wizard from his college running towards him. And Neville, who kept praising each other from the side. Why don't you just teach him how to make potions in class?

He looked at Rogge and couldn't help but think of Snape's face: "Ron, I understand how you feel. Snape likes him very much, and he will definitely not be a good wizard in the future."

"Yes, if you find out that he has turned into a dark wizard, you will report it to the dean and ask the school to expel him!" Ron heard the harsh laughter and left in disgust.

In everyone's opinion, pure-blood Rogge is more humble and gentle than Malfoy. Even though she is talented in magic, she is not as proud as Hermione.

His performance on the course was almost perfect, but flying lessons caused Mrs. Hooch to complain to Snape more than once.

Then Snape responded calmly: "Maybe you should get him into Quidditch."

Mrs. Hooch learned why Roger hated flying broomsticks, so she had no choice but to give up. After all, she was unable to change the shadow left by the dementors in Rogge's heart.

"Hey!" Snape frowned and put the letter in the drawer.

If it hadn't been for the principal's reminder, he would have forgotten that Rogge's confinement last year had not yet been implemented.

On the weekend morning, Roger, Malfoy, Harry, Hermione, and Neville received the note at the dining table. Weasley was bitten by a fire dragon and was lucky to escape.

"Roger, how will Filch punish us? Put us in solitary confinement? Or hang us on chains and use whips..."

"Okay, Malfoy." Roger folded the note and asked him to calm down.

"Why don't you think about how to hang us. It's just a violation of the curfew. There won't be much punishment." Rogge's words made Malfoy breathe a sigh of relief. Malfoy looked across the long table at Harry and the others. He couldn't lose to Harry.

At eleven o'clock at night, Roger came to the foyer. Hidden around his waist is a wallet-sized, traceless expansion bag, and he wears the Arcadia amulet around his neck.

Under the black school robe, the anti-spell vest originally made of troll leather has been transformed into a shirt. However, the splicing technology is very poor. Fortunately, it is hidden under the school robe, otherwise the most effective effect is to make the enemy laugh to death.

Malfoy followed, a little scared when he saw Filch's proud face. After a while, the three Harrys came. They almost forgot that Malfoy also broke curfew, but why was Rogge here?

"Last year's confinement was not enforced. I thought I could escape." Rogge said half-jokingly, smiling at them.

"Okay, come with me." Filch snorted and led everyone out of the castle with a lamp.

He led the way, talking about medieval punishments. As if scaring the little wizard, seeing them scared would make him happy for a few minutes.

"Damn it, why is it here!" Malfoy cursed in a low voice when he saw the lighted cabin in front of him.

"What's wrong?"

"That's Hagrid's hut, that sloppy guy." Seeing the excited Harry, he muttered that he would definitely be treated differently by Hagrid.

"Don't think you can have fun with that idiot." Filch certainly noticed the joy of Harry and the others, and said grimly: "Your punishment is to go to the Forbidden Forest, not stay in the hut. I hope this stupid guy I can bring you back intact."

"Forbidden Forest!" Malfoy was very surprised, and saw Rogge's relaxed expression and he became much calmer.

"Forbidden Forest? Mr. Filch, I remember that the principal strictly prohibited students from entering the Forbidden Forest on the first day of school." Rogge watched Hagrid walking, followed by a hound named Fang.

"Did you disobey the principal's order and deliberately throw us into the Forbidden Forest to die?" He glanced at Filch and Hagrid with sharp eyes, asking whose order it was.

"Slytherin..." Hagrid looked at Rogge and Malfoy with disgust. If it weren't for these cunning and vicious little snakes, Harry wouldn't have been punished at all.

"Don't change the subject, Hagrid. I heard that there are many dangerous magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest, and some of them come from outside the Forbidden Forest. To be more precise, someone put them in and raised them." Rogge stared at him closely. Everyone couldn't help but suspect that that person was Hagrid.

"Like a spider, a spider with eight eyes."

"Acromantula?" Hermione was startled. It was a 5X level magical creature, a species that had killed wizards.

Rogge gave Hermione a reassuring smile and continued to question Hagrid and Filch: "Whose order is this? Did you decide it privately?"

His words were accusatory, and the wand in his hand was already pointed at them.

When Yaya saw someone threatening his master, he growled at Rogge. The ferocious look makes people feel like they will pounce on him in the next second.

"Hagrid, take care of your dog. Otherwise I will kill it and make it into a dish. Make it understand that the wizard is its master!"

"You..." Hagrid muttered, walking towards Rogge with heavy steps.

"Hagrid!" Filch grabbed him and quickly came to the rescue: "This is the principal's order. If you still want to stay in Hogwarts, you must accept the punishment."

"Roger, I can tell my father..." Malfoy was already scared and heard the Acromantula's legs trembling.