A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 501: Curfew Finally Caught

In recent years, Roger has understood Dumbledore's intentions. For this wise headmaster, the threat of the Dark Lord is just a chess piece in his hand. Even if Voldemort turns America into a scorched earth, Dumbledore will still sit on the Diaoyutai because in the face of his unparalleled power, Voldemort's fate has already been determined.

However, Dumbledore did not rush to act. His delay was not out of kindness, but out of careful planning for the future. His disputes with the Ministry of Magic and his debates with Minister Amelia were all for a higher goal: to train a successor who could inherit his ideas.

As a wizard with an unfortunate fate, Harry Potter's life has been in the headmaster's plan from beginning to end. Dumbledore intends to use Voldemort's life as a boost to push Harry to become a hero in the wizarding world and grow him into a true savior.

The more evils the Dark Lord accumulates, the more Harry's extraordinary character will be highlighted. By then, the dilapidated wizarding world will be able to accept Dumbledore's ideas and shape a better wizarding world.

And Roger's catalysis has changed his target from the British wizarding world to the world. He is confident that he can do better than Grindelwald did. After all, the evil side is Voldemort, and he is the greatest white wizard of this century.

As for the Weasley family and Neville, who left the Jackdaw Magic Society, they are just a part of the Order of the Phoenix's grand plan. The Lionheart Shield they formed is more like a young bird under the wings of the Order of the Phoenix, learning to fly.

"That's fair." Roger gave Hermione a knowing smile and thought to himself, "I stole Miss Know-It-All and gave the headmaster a healthy herbalist. And, there are two powerful Longbottom wizards as a bonus."

Hermione felt his gaze, a hint of shyness flashed in her eyes, and she gently scolded: "Don't stare at me like that."

Roger responded softly and continued to focus on his homework. Mr. Snape's snake-man paper, Professor Lupin's wand handle, Professor Flitwick's spell casting details... Each homework assignment was a step towards the magic palace.

Unconsciously, all the homework was completed, and Roger felt a sense of satisfaction. He stretched his tired body and slept deeply, then he noticed that everyone had gone home. Only Susan was lying on the table in the corner, and her even breathing revealed that she was already immersed in sleep.

After thinking for a moment, Roger went over and gently shook her shoulders, whispering, "Susan, curfew is about to begin. We have to go back quickly."

"What!" A trace of panic flashed across Susan's tired face.

Since the first day she stepped into Hogwarts, she has been a model student who abides by the school rules and has never violated any rules, let alone such a serious mistake as breaking curfew.

Roger took out his pocket watch and shook it in front of Susan. The movement of the hands mercilessly reminded her that there were only three minutes left before curfew.

Susan's heartbeat quickened. She bit her bloodless lips nervously and said in panic, "I... I shouldn't go back, right? It will take at least five minutes to run from here to Hufflepuff. I will definitely run into the prefect and Mr. Filch..."

Roger looked at her anxious face, smiled and comforted her: "Don't worry, it's not that bad."

He smiled gently, and his firm voice dispelled the panic in her heart, "There are students wandering the corridors of the castle every night. It is not difficult to avoid the patrol officers."

He raised his wand and lightly touched Susan's shoulder. As the tip of the wand emitted a faint light, Susan's body gradually became blurred and finally completely blended into the surrounding air.

"This is the Disillusionment Charm," Roger explained with a smile, "It allows you to blend perfectly with the surrounding environment like a chameleon. Well, it's equivalent to visual invisibility."

Susan looked at herself curiously. Her body seemed transparent but still felt real. "Rog! This is the most useful spell I've ever seen. Now I don't have to worry about being discovered." There was a hint of joy in her tone, and she couldn't help but cheer in a low voice.

"What about you?" she asked quickly, "Do you also use the Disillusionment Charm?"

Roger shrugged easily, his tone natural and confident: "The patrol officers won't bother me."

"Oh..." Susan followed him in confusion, with curiosity and admiration mixed in her eyes.

They walked towards the hall. This was the first time Susan wandered around the castle at night. The decorations that looked ordinary during the day seemed to be given life by the night.

Armor is fighting, musical instruments are playing, ghosts in the castle are moving in and out of the walls, and you can hear Peeves' naughty laughter echoing in the corridors.

"Meow~"

Mrs. Norris suddenly jumped out from a corner and stood in front of Roger with a sharp look in her eyes. There was a nervous gasp in the air beside him.

"Meow……"

Mrs. Norris called out again, this time sounding much less threatening. She walked with an elegant cat-like step, just like greeting an old friend every morning, squatting quietly in front of Roger. The restless tail was swinging behind her.

"It looks like Filch has taken good care of you." Roger spread the cat food he carried with him on his palm and gently stroked its back with his other hand.

Mrs. Norris snored softly, her tail standing straight like a mast. Her hair, which was originally tangled, was combed neatly, and her originally dull fur now reflected a glossy luster.

As a habitual highway robber, Mrs. Norris's belly became round and even a little saggy. After a full meal, she raised her paws gracefully and trimmed her beard slowly, with a satisfied look that was in stark contrast to her usual stern image of catching people.

Susan slowly relaxed from the tension, and she couldn't help but reach out to touch Mrs. Norris. Feeling the gentle massage on her head, Mrs. Norris didn't think much about it for a while, but when she looked up inadvertently, she found that it was not Roger who was trying to please her.

"Meow!" It suddenly screamed and ran away quickly as if it had seen a ghost.

"You scared her." Roger smiled and reminded: "She can smell you, but she can't see you. After all, the ghosts in the castle are not invisible..."

"Then...should I go and apologize to Mrs. Norris?" Susan asked in a slightly naive voice.

Roger shook his head and continued walking forward: "No need. She has seen stranger things in all these years in the castle. Maybe she will forget what happened before the sun rises."

"Next time you go out to play at night, just remember to bring it some food."

"Yeah." Susan responded and followed Roger closely like a little follower.

Even under the Disillusionment Spell, Susan still felt a little scared about this blatant violation of school rules.

However, whether they met Loris or the prefects, they all greeted Roger in a friendly manner. It was as if everyone had been collectively "oblivious", forgetting the duties of curfew and night patrol.

She didn't quite understand the reason, but when she thought of her aunt, the minister, some ideas flashed through her mind.

At Hogwarts, most prefects were the school's best students, who would usually go on to work for the Ministry of Magic after graduation, but Roger already had connections there.

As long as he doesn't deliberately break the school rules, the prefects usually don't mind showing him kindness because it concerns their own future.

Percy Weasley is an example. With a letter of recommendation from the Travis family, he became the minister's clerk.

Almost in an instant, he surpassed his father Arthur, who had worked diligently for decades in the Ministry of Magic but achieved nothing.

"Okay, we're here." Roger stood in the corridor decorated with oil paintings. This was both the entrance to Hufflepuff House and the only way to the elf kitchen.

He even noticed that from time to time a few figures would sneak out of the wine barrel and sneak into the kitchen in search of midnight snacks.

Susan turned around and was about to say "see you tomorrow" when she was stunned by the figure behind Roger. "Hey, I finally caught you." Ron jumped down the stairs, rushed over in two steps, and grabbed Roger's sleeve. "Huh, isn't this the shadow prefect of Slytherin, our 'Sleeping Dragon' Travis?"

"You violated curfew, come with me! I'm taking you to see the Dean!" Ron showed a smug smile on his face, the corners of his mouth almost stretched to his ears, "I'm going to severely deduct points from Slytherin!"

He puffed out his chest and pointed to the prefect badge proudly: "See? I'm the prefect!"

Roger watched him quietly, with a faint smile on his face. He did not speak to defend himself, but quietly used magic to send a message to Susan: "Do him a favor, hit him from behind and make him faint."

"Are you scared?" Ron's voice was trembling. He was a righteous law enforcer, but he became less confident because of the other party's silence.

"Speak! Speak quickly!" he shouted anxiously, then turned around and shouted at the empty corridor, "Hurry up, someone come, I caught ..."

Before he finished speaking, a candlestick suddenly rose out of thin air and slammed down on his head with great force. Ron only saw the candlestick in front of him rapidly enlarged, and then the world went dark.

Bang! There was a dull sound, but the force was just right, not enough to cause any headaches.

Ron only felt stars twinkling in front of his eyes, his head was dizzy, and then his consciousness became blurred and his body collapsed to the ground.

"I'm really scared." Susan patted her chest, with a hint of fear in her voice, "What if Weasley goes to complain to the dean tomorrow?"

"He won't remember this when he wakes up tomorrow." Rogge raised his wand, pointed it at his slightly swollen forehead, and used Oblivion to erase his memory of what had just happened.

Susan witnessed him do all this and couldn't help but whispered, "Isn't he a little stupid? No one arrested you, even Mrs. Norris..."

"Perhaps the title of prefect has gone to his head." Roger said as he dragged Ron to the corner and sighed sincerely: "Mr. Weasley will definitely sleep well tonight."

Susan couldn't help laughing when she heard Roger's cynical tone. She took out her magic wand playfully and waved it gently, turning Ron's hair into colorful ones.

"Let you catch us." At the moment the magic took effect, she emerged from her phantom state with a hint of mischief in her smile.

"Have a good rest, see you tomorrow." Roger waved at her. Susan watched his back and fell into deep thought, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

The corridor outside the Hufflepuff entrance was rarely visited, and since Ron was placed in a corner, none of the other prefects noticed him.

Finally, Peeves, who was wandering around, saw the lazy prefect. He pulled his colorful hair and sang melodiously: "Lazy Ron is sleeping, I don't know if his hair color has changed..."

Peeves was so excited that he found a bunch of candy wrappers and covered Ron's face with them. "Haha, haha..." He took off with his feet swaying proudly, quite satisfied with his own prank.

As the night was about to dawn, Ron slowly woke up. He looked around in confusion, feeling a slight headache, and was even more confused about why he was here.

His face was covered in sticky candy wrappers, and he ran towards the Gryffindor dormitory, vowing to find the culprit who had played a prank on him.

"Mibao Mibao." He gasped and uttered the command to the portrait. The Fat Lady couldn't help laughing when she saw his bright parrot-like hair.

"What's so funny!" Ron rubbed the sugar stains on his face impatiently and fled into the common room. "It must be George and Fred who did it! They have always disliked me just because I became a prefect."

He muttered in a low voice, and while his roommates were still asleep, he quickly washed off the sticky stuff on his face. The cool and refreshing feeling passed through his skin into his heart, slightly improving his gloomy mood.

"I'll teach them a lesson!" Ron wiped his face hastily with a towel, turned and rushed into the lounge, staring at the entrance of the college with sharp eyes.

As the eastern sky brightened, the students who had violated curfew quietly returned to their dormitories one by one, bragging to each other and comparing their adventures in the castle at night.

"They are so stupid," George said loudly without disguising. "Just make a little noise and they will be distracted."

"That's right. Next time we can try the newly invented props..." Before Fred could finish his words, he saw their younger brother Ron running towards them angrily.

"You..." The twins raised their hands at the same time, pointing at Ron's colorful hair, holding their stomachs and laughing.

Ron stood there awkwardly, his face flushed as he accused, "I knew it was you guys who did it!"

"What?" George and Fred said, laughing. "We have to admit, this is a really brilliant prank..."

They laughed so hard that they were out of breath, supporting each other, and became increasingly unsteady from laughing.

Ron had never been treated like this by his brothers before. He pulled out his wand on the spot, and shouted with red eyes: "I'm going to deduct points from you!"

"You've really changed," George stopped smiling, and Fred added, "You've become like Percy. When he became a prefect, he stopped playing with us."

"Hmph, let's go!"

"stop!"

The three of them immediately started arguing. Ron clutched the prefect badge on his chest and accused the twins of violating curfew, playing pranks on him, and even experimenting on the freshmen with magical items of unknown effects.

George and Fred accused him of framing them and using his position as a prefect to threaten others. They did not hesitate to point out that Ron's Quidditch skills were not good enough to join the house team.

The quarrel among the few people quickly turned into exposing each other's shortcomings. As brothers with the same father and mother, they knew each other's dark history very well.

Their quarrel drowned out the birdsong outside the window, and students who had risen early gathered in the lounge, eating melon and whispering instructions.

"They have such a great relationship," Ariana whispered to Hermione.

"Ah? Why?" Hermione had no brothers or sisters, so she didn't understand what she meant. In her opinion, the more they quarreled, the worse their relationship would be, right?
Ariana smiled and said, "Only brothers who are close to each other would quarrel like this. Before, my two brothers never talked to each other, like strangers."

"They only had one argument, but it ended up causing the worst possible harm to each other." Her voice was low and sad.

Hermione nodded, not quite understanding. She looked at the three people with red faces and ears, not understanding what they were arguing about at all. Especially Ron's colorful hair, which made her feel like he had just come out of a dyeing factory.

"There must be a misunderstanding." Ariana guessed secretly in her heart, and then looked at Ginny who had a worried face.

When the brothers quarreled, Ginny, like herself back then, had no idea what to do. Fortunately, other students intervened in time to separate the three of them, preventing the three Weasley brothers from directly firing spells to duel.

(End of this chapter)