A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 522 Hello, Dad
Ian nodded vigorously and put the backpack strap back on his shoulder. It was rare for him to meet other wizards in the Muggle community, and they were acquaintances, so he started talking immediately.

"I remember that when the virus first started, most Muggles turned a blind eye to the government's notices." He held up a candle, and the dim flames flickered strange shadows in the alley.
Several people followed his footsteps, passed through the scattered debris, and turned into a narrow alley covered with waste.

Ian recalled as he walked: "At that time, there were still Muggles who believed that this was caused by some unscrupulous companies, or it was a conspiracy of the Muggle government."

"I used my identity as a wizard to inquire about the situation from seniors in the Magical Congress. I never expected that the American Muggle government had used citizens as experimental subjects. They recruited volunteers, then injected them with viruses and exposed them to radioactive elements. 'Squid', I think that's the word, right?"

"Uranium." Rogge said softly, carefully avoiding the skeleton under his feet.

Narrak stepped on it without noticing, and the horrific sound of bones breaking echoed in the dark alley.

"Yes, that's uranium!" Ian suddenly realized, patted his forehead a little embarrassedly, and said self-deprecatingly, "There are too many terms invented by Muggles, and my memory is not very good, so I always can't remember them."

He walked around a pile of boxes and looked around cautiously. After making sure there were no traces of Muggles around, he relaxed and waved his wand, letting the candles automatically float in front of them to guide them.

"Let's turn from here. The antique shop is in another community." He reminded in a low voice and continued to introduce the situation at that time: "Anyway, the Muggles didn't believe the government officials and were completely unprepared for the snake people at first."

"Later, their glowing glass screens, talking wooden boxes, and newspapers began to report the tragic situation on the East Coast. It was not until there were pictures and videos that the Muggles here started to panic a little."

"Fortunately, the Muggle army acted quickly. When the snake people were wreaking havoc in New York State, their top brass had already decided to abandon the area east of the Rocky Mountains."

"Those Muggle soldiers in camouflage uniforms pulled up the isolation belt wrapped with steel wire to catch the disobedient refugees, da da... da... da da da..." Ian looked solemn. He made the shape of a rifle with his hands, simulated the sound of a gunshot, and leaned back to show the recoil.

"Those who broke in were shot on the spot. Those Muggles who had not been quarantined or were considered worthless lived east of the quarantine zone." He sighed, his voice gradually becoming lower: "In fact, the snake people were not that fierce, and our Aurors successfully prevented them from spreading westward."

"As long as the Muggles follow the epidemic prevention regulations, there is no need to worry about the virus. They do this because they are worried about the riots caused by the fleeing Muggles."

Rogge bent down and got out of a half-man-high rusty old door. Compared to the dull and dilapidated Liechtenstein district, the atmosphere here was more relaxed and orderly. There were no majestic armed soldiers on the roadside, and no displaced people crowded in the sheds.

"This is Chinatown in San Francisco." Ian gave a brief introduction, but his tone was still full of indignation and indignation: "Guess what the Muggle mayor would say?"

"Hmph!" He snorted heavily. "Muggles are desperately looking forward to the government's help, but the mayor here has gotten into their 'talking box'."

"It was nine in the morning, and the Muggles still had cereal. He announced coldly in the box: No one owes you and your family anything! Don't ask the government for help anymore, no one can save you."

He imitated the governor's deep, hoarse voice, with a hint of mockery in his tone: "You have no water, no electricity, no fuel and no food, and there is nothing we can do."

"If you want to survive, go find water if there's no water, and generate electricity through friction if there's no electricity. This is a world where the strong survive and the weak are eliminated. The weak are destined to be eliminated." Ian imitated in a vicious voice, expressing the ridiculous, cold-blooded and indifferent tone to the fullest.

"Do you really expect us to monitor your lives and take care of you like the former Soviet Union's communist government did? No way, no one really thinks so, right?" Ian paused and greeted the Chinese people on the street in unfamiliar Chinese.

Then, he turned his head curiously and asked, "Rog, what is a communist government?"

"A Muggle political system, completely different from the American Muggles... probably a completely different system." He answered briefly.

"Oh, you know a lot about Muggle things. If you ask me, you definitely know more than the Muggle Studies professor at our school." Ian nodded approvingly, then raised his hand and pointed to an old-fashioned building with a yellow exterior wall in the distance. "That's the video antique store."

Roger nodded slightly and asked curiously: "What did the mayor say next?"

"Later..." Ian shrugged and said in a deliberately frivolous tone: "It was something like 'God bless you', 'Everyone is the first person responsible for their own life', 'Stop begging for charity and help...'"

"Anyway, he said a lot, but most of it had nothing to do with me. In my opinion, he was just using excuses to cover up his utter disregard for Muggle life."

"Well, provide any verbal support other than help." Rogge smiled and nodded. This is standard social Darwinism.

He stopped in front of the closed door of the antique shop and looked at the oriental-style building curiously.

The yellow exterior walls, the red Chinese-style eaves, and a row of lanterns hanging on the second-floor wall as decoration. The wooden door looks quite old, and the sign above is still written from right to left.

"Dad's Antique Shop" He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the old sign.
At this moment, he was 80% sure that this was the antique shop of the old man in "The Adventures of Jackie Chan".

But for some reason, it was integrated with the magical world of Hogwarts, which surprised Roger. (Rog: Author, come out, I have something big to talk to you about!!!)

Before this, he had always lived in the British wizarding world and knew nothing about anything outside of Hogwarts. Even when he visited the United States, it was to Ilvermorny.

The Western magic world has always lacked relevant information about Eastern wizards and Eastern magic. The most Roger knew was that all Chinese wizards in the UK would be sorted into Ravenclaw by the Sorting Hat.

Mystery is the only consensus of the Western magic world on the Far East. Moreover, in their alliance of interests, the Far East has no weight and no say, so there is no motivation to understand it.

Ian mistakenly thought Roger was worried about the language communication problem, so he quickly explained: "Dad is from Hong Kong. He has been doing business in Chinatown for many years and speaks very good English."

"But his business is always down. The tape store he opened before went bankrupt, probably because of some discs or something. When we meet him later, we must be extra careful and it's best not to chat with him too much. Dad is very nagging and is always worried that the cultural relics in the store will be damaged."

Rogge nodded slightly and gave him a reassuring look. He looked up at the eye-catching sign, wondering how far Jackie Chan's story line had progressed.

Little is known about it, but Daddy's magic is based on Qi. The movement of the world maintains the balance of Yin and Yang, the rise and fall of positive and negative Qi. They are like an endless tug-of-war, mutually causal, mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining.

Once the righteousness is too strong, it will inevitably lead to the growth of dark forces to maintain the balance between heaven and earth, and vice versa. "The Holy Lord, the talisman, the eight demons, the mask..." Rogge tried to recall, "Oh, and the Queen of Shadows, Chen Xiaoyu."

After a round of knocks on the door, the father's slightly magnetic voice came from the room: "Hey, who wants to knock on the door of my shop on Halloween night?"

The door opened, and an old man wearing a tricorn pirate hat and a black eye patch on his right eye appeared at the door. He held a lantern high up, trying to see who the visitor was.

"Ian, are you here to spend Halloween with your dad? What a coincidence, there's some candy here." His vocal cords sounded a little leaky due to old age, but his breath was still strong. However, why did his tone drop with each sentence?

“Although it’s not as much as in previous years, it’s all that Dad can buy.”

"Uh..." Ian stood at the door awkwardly, neither going in nor backing out.

"Come in." The old man turned around and stretched out his hand to remind them, "Don't touch the cabinet. These cultural relics were found in the ruins..."

Seeing the opportunity, Ian quickly introduced his companions: "Dad, I'm not here to cause trouble. My friends are going to Glazed Street. He is Mr. Roger from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the UK."

He winked at Roger and muttered, "Dad is too nagging. I have to go back and make the potion first."

With a bang, Dad's index and middle fingers suddenly hit Ian on the back of the head. Although the force was not strong, the sound was loud enough.

"Although Dad is old, his ears are still good."

"I'm sorry, Dad." Ian covered his head and apologized with a wry smile: "Then I'll go first."

"One more thing." Dad shouted, "The coffee is all gone. My old bones need coffee to survive. Can you find fresh coffee beans? If so, can you bring some to Dad tomorrow?"

"Okay, no problem," Ian said as he raised his leg, but was immediately stopped by a voice behind him.

"There is one more thing." Dad wiped his glasses and said, "Although tonight's thunderstorm and rain can help strengthen positive energy, its effectiveness is limited. And Dad knows that the thunderstorm in the first half of the night was caused by thunderbirds."

"I understand." Ian finally took a step forward.

"There's one more thing." Dad put on his glasses and reminded, "The Magic Congress has contacted Dad. They want to select a group of Aurors. If you want to go, Dad can help you sign up. And there's Black in District 13..."

Before his father finished speaking, Ian was already sweating profusely. He took advantage of his father's inattention and fled from Chinatown in a panic.

"Hello, Dad." Roger looked at his father's gray hair and eyebrows and greeted him warmly.

When the old man heard the strange voice, he turned his attention. After just one glance, he shouted in Chinese: "Oh, such a thick black air!"

Roger's face was filled with black lines, and he immediately reminded him in standard Mandarin: "My Chinese is very good, Dad."

The old man was a little embarrassed and stunned. He obviously didn't expect that this wizard from Britain was fluent in Chinese. However, he didn't put on a white robe, nor did he carry dried pufferfish and dried lizards to perform magic. Instead, he said calmly: "Jackie Chan is not here. Dad can't beat the black wizard. You better come in."

"Jackie Chan, is he not here, or is he not in San Francisco?" Rogge looked around, examining the room full of antiques with curiosity.

Dad walked behind the counter and pulled a rope. Then there was a crisp sound of a copper bell in the room, and the stairs next to it began to fold slowly, revealing a rectangular entrance leading to Liuli Street.

"Do you know Jackie Chan?" Dad turned around and asked, his tone full of suspicion.

Although Roger in front of him was tall, he exuded a very young aura. He should be a student of magic school like Ian. Moreover, he was far away in England, so it was impossible for him to know Jackie Chan.

"I've heard of it." Roger prevaricated while secretly looking upstairs, thinking secretly: "Except for Uncle Long, Xiaoyu and Tru are not here either."

"Are they going to look for the Holy Lord's talisman, or the mask of the Black Shadow Legion? Or are there other changes due to the Snakeman virus?" He touched his chin, and suddenly an idea came to his mind, and the name "District 13" emerged in his mind.

The legendary District 13 is the headquarters of the intelligence organization, known for its "absolute security". Its defense is impeccable, and is no less than Gringotts, the goblin's base in Diagon Alley.

One is like cheese with holes in front of magic, while the other is like a crossroads with anyone able to cross in front of Voldemort.

"If I remember correctly, the statue of the Holy Lord, the Twelve Talismans, and some dangerous wizards and criminals are imprisoned there." He looked at his father, but his father did not respond.

Dad just stood quietly behind the counter, silently urging them to leave with his eyes.

Roger smiled and didn't care about his father's unenthusiastic attitude. He took Nagini and Narrak and stepped into the somewhat desolate Glass Street.

"Master, do you know that old wizard?" Nagini asked curiously.

"I guess so." Roger answered softly. He actually had a lot of things he wanted to consult his father about.

For example, questions about Dad's Qi magic, the relationship between positive and negative Qi, the Holy Lord, and spells. In addition, what did Dad mean when he said that he had a lot of negative Qi?
Unfortunately, he had to rush back to Hogwarts at night, so he could only come again on the weekend. Although his father didn't seem to welcome him, Roger was confident that he could find out the questions he was curious about.

(End of this chapter)