A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 513 Halloween Special Event
Life on the airship at night is always fascinating. The airship slowly tested its course above the clouds, and Nagini comfortably sank into the warm bed, admiring the bright moonlight shining on the flying snowflakes through the window.

Below the airship, there was a world covered in silver. The waves frozen by the ice and snow piled up layers of icy sand on the shore. Nagini hummed comfortably, and the newly installed fireplace crackled, and the cedar wood emitted a seductive warmth through the flames.

"This is the operating manual of the console." Rogge's deep voice sounded in her ears, and his warm palms wandered freely on her bare back.

His fingertips gently outlined the curves of every inch of the texture, and with his other hand he handed her the parchment with wet ink.

Nagini closed her eyes slightly, and immersed herself in the master's skilled essential oil massage. The warm air drove the scent of perfume, which spread between the two of them.

The heat in her body made it difficult for her to concentrate, so she could only read the information in her hands hurriedly.

"Well..." Nagini's cheeks flushed slightly, and she asked coquettishly: "Master, do you want me to be the pilot of this airship? Then you have to prepare the captain's uniform for me!"

She turned around, her slender fingers restlessly hooked on Roger's unbuttoned collar. The remaining warmth in the air soon rekindled, and they were entangled in each other. Under the bright moonlight outside the window, above the thick cumulus clouds of falling snow, they exchanged kisses and whispers wantonly and passionately.

After a long time, they snuggled up to each other and whispered to each other.

"On Halloween night in two days, the principal will prepare to spread snake repellent potion." Roger turned his head, his eyes wandering over her skin that was as smooth as fresh cream.

"Principal?" Nagini's blurry eyes widened a little, and she looked at the black eyes so close to her in confusion.

"Albus Dumbledore," Roger explained softly, his fingertips dancing on her skin.

"Oh, I seem to have some impression." Nagini couldn't help laughing charmingly in the face of her master's teasing.

He also laughed, admiring the charming and youthful face of the beauty in his arms. Based on the power of the blood curse, Nagini maintained eternal vitality. Roger's in-depth research in this area is still ongoing, and he has been exploring the key factors of this power.

"I have made an agreement with Bellinrum, the king of the fairies, to use airships to carry its goods to America for sale." Roger slid his arm across Nagini's chest and took out a cherry wood box from the bedside table.

Two exquisite silver-white masks lay quietly in the box, with complex grass and floral patterns engraved on their surfaces, exuding a noble, elegant, mysterious and magical temperament.

However, it only outlines the contours of the face, leaving no holes for the eyes, nose and mouth. The texture is not heavy, nor does it feel cold like metal.

Roger took out one and covered Nagini's beautiful face. A magical thing happened, the whole mask adjusted itself according to her face, as smooth as liquid, and perfectly wrapped around her face and neck.

Her charming eyes and thin red lips were perfectly displayed by the cracks in the mask. They were looming and looked even more seductive through the silver mask.

Rogge used magic and mental power to sense it, and the silver mask perfectly blocked Nagini's magic fluctuations. She seemed to be covered with a hazy veil, vaguely visible, making it difficult to see her true face.

If he were blindfolded, Rogge would have no idea who was under him.

"Master, it's so soft." Nagini stroked the delicate mask that was tightly attached to her face, feeling it like a layer of smooth facial mask.

"The goblin made it from unhatched snake bird eggshells." Roger said proudly and put on another mask on himself.

He couldn't help but complain, "Bellinrum is too shady. They asked me for 3000 Galleons for two masks. I must make a lot of money from them when I help them transport the goods this time."

"Master, I will help you~"

Roger lay down flat on his back, admiring Nagini's extraordinary beauty under the mask. He brushed her undulating curves and asked softly, "Do you remember the wand you used before?"

"Magic wand?" Nagini frowned in confusion. After thinking carefully for a moment, she shook her head helplessly. "I don't think I have ever used one... Master, do you want to make one for me?"

"I have a few extra wands in my bag. You can use them to practice first." He said, taking out the extra wands from his bag. "To control the entire airship, the wand is an indispensable driving tool."

He folded his arms behind his head and looked up at the empty cabin ceiling, deep in thought.

Nagini gathered the hair hanging by her ears behind her head, looked up at her master's thoughtful expression, and then devoted herself more attentively to studying the airship's driving techniques.

Although wand making is not the most advanced in the magic world, it is still a very important technical job. Apart from those wizard families who have focused on wand making for generations, there is little related knowledge in the rest of the magic world.

Throughout the entire wizarding world, there are only a handful of wizard families capable of making wands, and they may not even have enough to use up two hands.

In the British wizarding world, the manufacture, sale and after-sales of magic wands are all monopolized by the Ollivander family in Diagon Alley. Their monopoly has lasted for thousands of years.

However, the Ollivander family has always been low-key. The price of the first wand was 7 Galleons, which won them a lot of praise and friendship from wizards. Neither the Ministry of Magic nor other wizards would criticize the fact that the Ollivander family monopolized the wand.

Roger's fingers gently threaded into Nagini's hair. When he thought of buying a wand for her, his first thought was Ollivander's Wand Shop.

However, considering Ollivander's friendship with Dumbledore, and for the secrecy of Nagini and the smuggling business, he needed to choose another wand maker.

There are two well-known wand-making masters in the European magic world, Gregorovitch from Germany and Charles Despere from France. The former's main customers are students from Durmstrang, while the latter's are Beauxbatons.

When Roger thought of the French magic wand, he thought of some kind of long yellow bread with a wheaty aroma and a slightly salty taste.

Yes, it is a baguette. It is soft and delicious when it is fresh out of the oven, and it can become a "shell-breaking armor-piercing bullet" after it hardens.

He still remembered the jokes he had shared with Furong before, especially when the jokes about breast magic came from the mouth of a "British wizard" like him, the atmosphere was immediately full.

"How about we go to the American wizarding world to buy wands?" Roger suddenly had an idea, and he put his arms powerfully around Nagini's armpits and hugged her smooth body in his arms.

Nagini obediently entangled herself with his body, her long, straight legs coiled around him like a docile snake's tail, making him feel itchy and ecstatic.

"All is subject to the master's arrangements." Her voice came through the mask, carrying a mysterious charm.

Faced with such a pretentious little demon, how could Rogge let it go? He raised his eyebrows, curled up the corners of his mouth, and shouted: "Snake demon, I want you to help me practice! Great Power Heavenly Dragon, Great Luo Magic Spell..."

Before he finished speaking, he used his hands and feet together, forming seals and casting spells. The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and the Cassock Subduing Demons Technique intertwined with each other, carrying a raging force, rushing towards Nagini.

"Ah!... Ugh!" Nagini gasped and her body collapsed weakly.

Looking at the snake demon that was exhausted and powerless and unable to harm anyone, Rogge breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly felt that his power had increased a lot.

As he continued to speak without interruption, he lifted her slender neck and whispered, "There are four wand-making families in the American wizarding world: Jonker, Wolfe, Bovet, and Quintana."

Nagini tried her best to gather her thoughts and suppress her breathing, wanting to hear her master's words more clearly. "Jonker's ancestors were Muggle carpenters. They said that it was because of their excellent carpentry skills that Johannes Jonker became an excellent wand maker. Nagini, do you think this statement is credible?"

"Hmm... it should be fake." Nagini's blurred eyes focused slightly, and she hummed a series of ecstatic gasps in her master's arms. They echoed in Roger's ears along with the fragrant breeze.

She thought for a moment and said breathlessly, "There are countless carpenters in the entire Muggle world who can become wandmakers simply because of their craftsmanship... This statement is really far-fetched."

Nagini crossed her legs around Roger's waist and said with sweat dripping down her face, "Perhaps... the Jonker family stole the secrets of wand making from the indigenous wizards in America. According to the records in the books, there were wizards and magical civilizations in America... before."

During this period, under Roger's careful guidance, she read a large number of books and newspapers about the wizarding world and the history of magic.

Not only does it fill in the gaps in information and knowledge, but it also provides a comprehensive and in-depth understanding of the magical world and wizards.

Moreover, thanks to her previous experience with blood beasts, Nagini has a very comprehensive understanding of magical creatures and plants. She can take care of them without any learning.

When the breeding room and planting room of this airship are finished, she can also serve as the administrator. On this airship, Nagini is the perfect secretary witch for Roger. She can do the work when there is something to do, and she can do nothing when there is nothing to do...

She panted lightly, and waited until Roger calmed down a little before continuing her guess: "Then, when a wizard appeared in the family, he made up the legend of 'carpenter's craft' to cover up the truth."

Roger smiled and nodded, praising: "My Nagini is really smart, and you seem to have a dark heart. Who did you learn such a dark idea from?"

"It's all thanks to the master's training." Nagini moaned softly. Although her voice was soft, it was full of alluring temptation.

Rogge, who had just stopped fighting, was once again aroused by her charm and his blood boiled, and he wanted to move passionately instantly.

However, business was more important, and now was not the time to indulge. Roger suppressed his burning desire and restrained his body's impulse. He severely punished Nagini's restless little hands several times and warned her not to seduce her master again.

Although Nagini's speculation is unfounded, it is close to the essence of reality: cannibalism. Before the Mayflower left Europe, there was indeed a civilization of indigenous wizards on the vast American continent.

It is not difficult for a Muggle to kill a wizard if they plan carefully. A free glass of wine, a scantily clad prostitute in a pub, a blanket laced with viruses... you see, there are many despicable means.

If you succumb to morality, you can also make wizards and witches fall in love with you. Or you can become friends with the old wizard and slowly outlast him. Hehe, sincerity can move mountains and open up new horizons.

"How about Wolfe? His family usually uses thunderbird feathers as wand cores, so the wands they make are very powerful. Besides, I happen to have a thunderbird as a companion."

"If you need, we can pluck the most beautiful and powerful feathers from it." Rogge said with a malicious smile.

The Thunderbird, far away on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, shook its wings and looked around vigilantly, fearing that the Death Eaters would chase it again.

"Thunder?" Nagini couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly got into Roger's broad arms. Her delicate body pressed tightly against his chest, with fear written all over her face: "No. Every year when there is thunder, I feel very uncomfortable. I was sleeping well, but now I have to crawl out of my warm nest..."

"What about Bowei? I heard they specialize in making wands for the dark arts, and sometimes sell them to goblins."

"Okay, I'll follow the master's arrangements." Nagini nodded obediently.

Now Roger knew that as long as the wand did not have a Thunderbird core, Nagini would accept it.

As for the last of the Quintana family, their wand-making techniques have been lost, but their ancestor, Tiago Quintana, was creative and used river monsters from the White River in Arkansas as wand core materials.

According to records, after Tiago killed the river monster, he used the translucent spine in its body as the core material of the wand. When the magic wand he made casts magic, not only is the trajectory of the wand elegant and graceful, but the spells it casts are also extremely powerful.

Unfortunately, he loved dueling and gambling, and once he got really lucky at the poker table, getting a pair of black eights and a pair of black aces. Then, the vengeful wizard behind him used the "Shattered" spell to blow his head off.

Although his basic skills for making wands were retained, the key method of trapping river monsters and removing their spines was buried forever with his death.

If there was a chance, Roger would like to take this opportunity to buy a complete set of wand-making secrets from the American magic community.

It's a pity that it's extremely difficult. After all, it's related to the ancestral craftsmanship and the foundation of the family. And those families who make wands are not short of money. Under normal circumstances, there is no other way except the Imperius Curse.

At the end of October, on Tuesday, the light snow suddenly turned into rain.

The students dressed up as all kinds of monsters to celebrate the Halloween holiday. Skeletons, vampires, werewolves wandered around the castle... Everyone was giving enthusiastic praises and supporting the principal's wise decision.

Next to the oak door of the castle hall, there was a shining notice:

There will be a day off on Halloween. The school will hold a special Quidditch Halloween event, and the winning house will receive a mysterious reward.

Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts

Rogge was wrapped in a black windbreaker with a turned-up collar that half-hidden and half-revealed his ridged jaw. His pointed vampire dentures protruded from the corners of his mouth, making him look arrogant and charming.

He and the students dressed as other monsters rushed to the Quidditch field. The drizzle in the sky was shimmering with an almost invisible blue light, which was the appearance of diluted snake repellent potion.

The entire court had been rearranged, with tombstones and dead trees created by transfiguration scattered all over the ground. Dense gray-white spider webs wrapped them tightly, making them bumpy like cocoons.

Above them were dense spider webs, which made people feel uncomfortable at a glance. Even the Gryffindors, who were known for their courage, were frightened by the scene. Not to mention Ron, who was terrified of spiders and almost called for his mother on the spot.

Leaving the layers of spider webs behind and looking upwards, the goals at both ends of the field turned into the giant mouths of Dementors.

Their already extremely ugly appearance was even more disgusting. Their heads were squeezed out of shape by their enlarged mouths, like an old balloon that had been blown up, or like a piece of paper that had been ravaged and tattered. Their wrinkled bodies were scattered and swaying in the wind.

"Thank you to our wise and great headmaster: Mr. Albus Dumbledore!" Knox, who served as the commentator, gave a sweet flattery without any hesitation.

He couldn't help but raise his voice and shouted: "Now let us raise our broken arms, neckless heads, or gloves dipped in scarlet to pay tribute to this charming, wise and kind principal!"

"Long live Dumbledore! Long live Dumbledore! Dumbledore..."

There was then a burst of warm and rhythmic cheers from the stadium, and the rain from the sky became heavier with the applause.

"Ahem, quickly explain the rules of the game." Dumbledore concealed the unnatural blush on his face and signaled Knox to hurry up.

(End of this chapter)