A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 523 You don’t want to be unemployed!
"The architectural style here is completely different from Diagon Alley." Bellingrum looked around in surprise, and saw a different scene in front of him. The window frames, door paintings, and signs all exuded a strong oriental style, which was dazzling.

Roger explained softly: "Look at the faces of the wizards here. Most of them are Chinese from the Far East. These special buildings are the style of their hometown."

"Oh, no wonder." Bellinrum suddenly realized and couldn't help but sigh: "You have a keen observation ability. I didn't even notice this."

"Wizards in the British wizarding world also use wood to build houses, but in the end they are always crooked. On the other hand, the houses of these Chinese wizards are really neat and full of exotic style."

Rogge smacked his lips when he heard this, and felt a sense of familiarity with the word "exotic".

When he rebuilt the manor, he made a special study of why most houses in the wizarding world were always crooked and uneven.

With the exception of castles made of brick and stone, once a wizard builds a house with more than one floor, it immediately looks as ugly as a deformed, stunted pumpkin.

One of the reasons is the lack of unified planning. Houses are built only to meet immediate needs. Once the family has more people, they will build a new house on the roof without thinking about the overall structure and aesthetics.

On the other hand, they hardly laid foundations, and the wood was just randomly piled on the flat ground. Such houses were not inhabited at all, and as time passed, the houses naturally fell to the ground.

If it were a Muggle, such a terrible house would only collapse. But a wizard with magic can wave his wand and make the crooked house continue to grow in a messy way.

His sight followed the magic lanterns used for lighting on the roadside and soon focused on a three-story Chinese-style ancient building. It had corners, ridge decorations, glazed tiles, double eaves, hip roofs, and a stone base.

At a glance, one can feel its simple and elegant charm. The exotic atmosphere that Bellinrum mentioned almost hits you in the face.

They came to the steps, and Bellinrum looked at the building in front of him in amazement: "I have never seen such a building structure, it seems that there are no nails fixed. It is really strange that it can be built so high, is it the work of magic? But I don't feel it!"

It stretched out its arm, pointed at the plaque above and asked curiously: "Rogge, what does it say?"

"The Flash Golem House." Rogge said, then he drew out his wand and shot a beam of light at the closed wooden door.

The tightly closed door opened, and the stone pillars in the house that supported the weight of the building emitted a soft white light.

boom!
As Roger walked in, he heard the sound of a fall behind him. Bellinrum's lower body was lying outside the threshold, and his head hit the blue bricks hard.

It kowtowed before entering the house. It was a pity that it was not the end of the year, otherwise Roger would have given it a red envelope.

"What the hell is this?" It covered its red and swollen forehead and cursed with bared teeth, "They actually put such a high wooden board across the door. Are they deliberately making things difficult for us goblins? Roger, did you deliberately not move it away when you opened the door just now?"

"Cough..." A crisp cough sounded from the second floor, and Lisa was seen standing there elegantly in a crimson embroidered cheongsam.

At the end of October, she was still fanning herself with a round fan, explaining with a smile: "This is not to embarrass the goblins, it is purely the traditional style of Far Eastern architecture. The thunder wizard who designed this building said that the 'threshold' is used in Feng Shui to prevent the outflow of money, and it is called... to gather wealth and energy."

She turned to look at Roger, waved the round fan in her hand, and greeted him coquettishly: "Junior brother, long time no see, you finally came to see me."

Lisa sat lightly on the stair railing, crossed her legs, and deliberately exposed her snow-white and delicate thighs.

As her feet left the ground, she slid down the stairs. At the same time, she complained to Roger with a pitiful face: "Junior brother, the Travis family only needs to consider opening a branch store. As a store manager, I have to consider a lot more."

She jumped lightly and jumped in front of Roger, holding his hand tightly, and said, "There is almost no one patronizing the Flash Golem House now. The business is not as good as the Hundred Refining Crucible Shop at the end of the street. If you don't help me, I'm worried that Mrs. Jessica will expel me because of the accounting problem."

"The magic world is so chaotic now, it's not easy to find such a good job again." Her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, as if teasing Roger's heart, "When the senior sister heard that the Dark Lord was resurrected, she was terrified. Whenever I think of the mysterious man, my heart starts beating wildly... Feel it, it's beating really fast."

Roger immediately withdrew his hand from her enthusiasm, looked Lisa up and down, and felt a line of helpless crows flying over his head.

In the letter, mother Jessica only mentioned that the San Francisco branch had found a wandmaker, but she did not mention that the store manager was Lisa Warren, who graduated from Hogwarts.

He still remembered that Lisa had flirted with him on the train in the third grade. She tried to capture Roger, a rich, powerful and handsome pure-blood wizard, with her hot body and hot passion.

Roger hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "I thought you went to work in Diagon Alley after graduation."

"There are too few positions in Diagon Alley, and the competition is too great. Apart from Knockturn Alley, it's almost impossible to find a job there."

Lisa shrugged and glanced at Nagini, who was standing next to Roger and had an equally graceful figure. "My family doesn't have a shop to inherit, so if I want to join the Ministry of Magic, I have to rely on letters of recommendation and family connections."

"The goblins at Gringotts do recruit curse breakers, but they are all stingy. The salary is low and the treatment is poor. They wish the curse breakers would stay in the pyramid forever and rob tombs."

"We are not grave robbers!" Bellingrum didn't mind Lisa's other comments, but she was offended by her last sentence: "Everything we do is to make the financial system of the wizarding world run healthily."

"Ordinary gold cannot be made into Galleons. Only those burial objects tainted with the aura of death can be used as raw materials for making Galleons."

"Oh." Lisa replied perfunctorily, and took Rogge's arm. She deliberately turned sideways, and used her proud capital to rub the wizard she had been coveting for a long time.

"Later, I heard that your family's Flash Golem House was going to open branches overseas. I thought it was an opportunity, so I sent my resume to your mother. Unfortunately, I was assigned to the Pacific Ocean."

"How about this building? Isn't it nice?" She put her face close to Rogge's ear and bit her bright red lips and hinted: "When the Thunder Wizard designed it, I specially asked him to leave a super large and secret room. Junior brother, it hasn't been used yet~"

Lisa exhaled and hooked Roger's ear: "I've prepared coffee, do you want to go up and try it? Tea is also fine. When my senior invited you to the Puddifu Tea House, you were so cold and ignored me~"

Through the thin silk, Lisa's soft and graceful curves gave off a tempting touch. It seemed to carry a refreshing fragrance that traveled along Roger's nerves straight to his brain.

Roger suppressed his inner desire and reminded her seriously, "Manager Lisa, please be serious. You don't want to lose your job! I'm here for the wizard who made the wand."

Seeing that he was determined and not moved by her charm, Lisa replied somewhat frustratedly: "I found two family heirs who are willing to sell the wand-making technology."

"Among them, Grandma Jonker lives in the Spark Inn on Glass Street, but her conditions are a bit difficult to deal with." Roger nodded. He didn't expect that the charming senior sister in front of him was so capable. He originally thought that he could only find the fleeing wand apprentices, but he didn't expect that it was a wand maker. Moreover, he found two at once.

"What conditions did she put forward? Galleons and potions are not a problem. I can even help her cure the snake-man."

"Neither." Lisa shook her head helplessly and introduced: "Although Jonker's ancestors were Muggle carpenters, my mother-in-law's son and grandson are both wizards."

"When the Dark Lord came to the East Coast, Ms. Jonker died fighting in the Magic Congress as an Auror, and her grandson was later captured by the Death Eaters."

"Junior, you know that Death Eaters never leave anyone alive." Lisa sighed bitterly, her brows full of helplessness.

She felt from the bottom of her heart that it was impossible to obtain wand-making skills from Granny Jonker. She was a stubborn witch, and if she couldn't find her only grandson, she would rather take the Jonker family's wand-making skills into her coffin than give them to others.

Rogge didn't answer, but glanced at Bellinrum. The goblin thought of their previous plan and couldn't help cursing inwardly, thinking that Rogge, the black-hearted wizard, was favored by that bitch, Luck.

"What about the second candidate?"

"Mr. Chris from the Quintana family has defective wand skills." Lisa felt deeply frustrated. All the wand makers she found for her junior had problems of one kind or another.

"The Quintana family that used the spine of a river monster to make the core of the staff?"

"Yes, Chris Quintana is the descendant of Tiago. Tiago's descendants have always wanted to regain their ancestral craft. They have tried many methods and failed several times. But they can't catch the river monster. No matter how well the wooden stick is made, it can't be turned into a magic wand."

"About ten years ago, Chris was lucky enough to get the body of a river monster from the White River." Lisa went back behind the counter and took out a yellowed tabloid.

In the photo below the newspaper title "Deception", a middle-aged man excitedly holds up a festering river monster.

"It's a pity that the river monster's spine could not be taken out intact, so his attempt failed again..." She couldn't hide her disappointment and let out a long sigh.

"Alas, poor Chris! He gambled his entire fortune for the light that was so close at hand, but in the end, he fell into an even darker abyss." Lisa sighed like a philosopher, her eyes dimmed a little.

She knew clearly that even the most obscure and lousy wizard could always make a living in the magical world and live a humble life.

But she hated the dark, damp house, the endless housework, or the need to suppress all her desires and needs in order to have enough food and clothing or to save a copper or two.

She didn't want to make passionate love with her husband after marriage and have to worry about the shaking bed suddenly collapsing. Or she didn't want to grow old slowly in meaningless repetition.

Lisa longed to live a comfortable and beautiful life and realize her own value. So she secretly looked at Nagini standing not far away, and compared them enviously, "Although her waist is thinner than mine, my cleavage is deeper than hers."

"What happened to Chris?"

"Ah!" Lisa was slightly startled, her face flushed with a light pink.

She quickly gathered her thoughts, puffed out her chest and continued, "Chris has become an alcoholic since then. Just buy him a few glasses of cheap, low-quality dark beer and he will happily sell you the ancestral notebook."

"Can't this be sold only once?" Nagini suddenly interrupted.

"Oh, don't underestimate the cleverness of that old drunkard. He made many copies in advance, and Tiago's original was also hidden in his hand." Lisa smiled at Nagini and took off the silk sachet on the necklace unhurriedly.

She took out a roll of parchment as if showing off, and secretly complained: "This witch has a clear voice, but her brain is not as smart as mine."

"I asked Granny Jonker if the contents on the parchment were valuable. Granny thought there was nothing wrong with the records on the parchment, and the selection and production of the wand materials were very detailed. But..."

"But what?" Roger took the parchment and asked anxiously.

"She revealed that these skills are only suitable for the river monster wand invented by Tiago, and have no reference value for other wandmakers."

“My mother-in-law also said that the reason why Tiago’s wand is so elegant, powerful and unique is that its core is unique.

Even the precious core materials such as phoenix feathers and unicorn hair cannot replace the role of the river monster's spine. Therefore, parchment only has the method of making the shell, but no trick to implant the soul. "

"This is really bad news." Rogge frowned and quickly glanced through the contents of the parchment.

The production process of the magic wand is outlined with delicate strokes, and there are detailed instructions next to it, listing the amount of various auxiliary materials, infiltration methods, etc.

Lisa seemed to see Roger's doubts and took the initiative to talk about the current situation of the other two wand families: "Wolf's status is a bit like Mr. Ollivander in our wizarding world. He is very conservative and refuses all offers."

"As for the Bowen family, they specialize in making wands for goblins and dark wizards. Although they live in San Francisco and their wand business is strictly monitored by the Magic Congress, they are not interested in selling their production technology to other places. I visited them several times, but I came back empty-handed every time."

"Thank you very much for all your efforts, Senior Lisa." Roger nodded solemnly, acknowledging her work results. "Does Grandma Jonker have a photo of her grandson?"

A glimmer of surprise flashed in Lisa's eyes. She quickly took out a magic photo from the sachet and handed it to Roger.

Although the wizarding world is negotiating with Voldemort, ordinary wizards do not know this news. In their eyes, the white wizards in the wizarding world will definitely fight to the death with the Dark Lord.

"Since Roger asked for the photo, does that mean he can find out whether the other party is still alive through the Death Eaters?" Lisa was a little surprised, but she didn't say much.

In the magic photo, a blond boy casts a spell: clean and tidy. His nose and cheeks are covered with mottled freckles, and when he smiles, his two particularly long front teeth are particularly eye-catching. At the bottom of the photo, there is a line of clear handwriting: Barron Jonker.

(End of this chapter)