A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 533 Respecting Friends’ Opinions

"It was just a little trick, hehe, I got what I wanted. Heidi came to me and said she was pregnant with mine... Screw her!"

Tiago's diary was interrupted here, and the blank half-page represented a long period of time. After a long time, the strokes of a high-grade feather pen appeared on a new page. Moreover, the font became a cursive font, although it was still sloppy.

"Heidi passed away in the end, but I can still live a long time in this world. I heard that someone is building a magic school. Perhaps we can send our sons there."

"The making of a wand is a strictly confidential skill. It can only be passed down through blood from generation to generation in our family. Now I finally understand why wizard families are so conservative and exclusive."

"(From a wanted dark wizard in the Old World to a respected wand master - black pen crossed out) It took me 20 years to finally master this profound art. It is impossible for me to teach this exquisite art to wizards of other surnames."

"(I kill people and prevent fire, but I am a good wizard - black pen crossed out) I am an old drunkard and a gambler who loves the card table, but among all my identities, I am most proud of being an excellent wand master."

After a period of self-boasting, Tiago finally began to record his own insights into the magic wand.

"Each wand has its own unique properties, which are mainly determined by the materials and crafting process of its core and wand."

"The material of the wand determines the toughness and responsiveness of the wand. It is the dagger of a wizard's duel and does not allow for any carelessness." Tiago then wrote about his differences with traditional wandmakers: "But there is no need to worry too much about the selection of materials. According to the Celtic tree calendar, suitable wood can be found in European forests."

"However, tradition does not mean it is completely reliable. As long as you have a Bowtruckle, you can find more suitable materials. Those old wizards with beards longer than their legs will never tell you that their materials are all old wood that has been displayed for centuries and has only a stale smell."

Rogge nodded secretly, and from here on, Tiago's wand-making notes were on the right track. The wizard's first half of his life was extremely bad, full of chaos and debauchery. He fled from the European magic world to the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, and only then did he cleanse his past and reshape his identity.

After being lucky enough to meet Roma's dumb gun, he finally completed the initial accumulation. From this moment on, Thiago grasped the key to changing his destiny.

As for the Galleons he had obtained from robbery, smuggling, and playing cards, they were just tickets for his revelry on women's bellies. Just like a castle built with sand on the beach, it would be scattered when the waves came.

He then transformed himself into a wandmaker. By selling wands to wizards, fairies and other creatures, he soon owned land and estates. He even participated in the formation of the American wizarding world.

Tiago's staff was made in a very simple way, involving only three basic processes: cutting, carving, and polishing. In Roger's eyes, this was just a carpenter's job, and it did not involve magic at all.

He looked back patiently and found the formulas of two magic solutions recorded by Tiago: crystal adhesive and rune etching water.

The former is used to firmly fuse the wand and the core together, while the latter can use celestial phenomena to carve natural patterns on the wand (what Tiago calls runes).

In addition, there are two star formations commonly used in alchemy: the pentagram and the octagon, which are used to enhance the power of the wand and ensure the stability of the wand respectively.

"It's all wild stuff." Roger muttered softly, realizing that he had turned to the last page of his notes.

In fact, Tiago only briefly mentioned the selection of the wand core, the use of celestial phenomena, and the construction of the magic circle in his notes. Apparently, he was very worried that "his secret recipe" would be stolen or imitated, so he deliberately did not record it in detail.

"As a thief and a bandit, he is most worried that other people are also thieves and bandits. What a petty wizard." Rogge sighed, feeling like he was holding a piece of chicken ribs.

"Magic schools teach astronomy, and seventh-grade alchemy classes also teach the secrets of star arrays. Those two solutions can be prepared." He thought, feeling a little comforted.

"Now, I can only put my hope on the Death Eaters and Ollivander's side."

If the wand collector accepts his visit, he will have the opportunity to verify whether his guess is correct, and may even be able to restore Tiago's wand-making technology.

If she was refused, there was only one option left: to rescue Granny Jonker's grandson.

As for becoming an apprentice to Ollivander after graduation, Roger shook his head firmly. Even if Roger gave up and jumped off the Dover Cliff, he would not go!
"I told you, it's useless even if Merlin comes!" Roger muttered.

After enjoying a satisfying dinner at the Three Broomsticks, he and Luna walked towards Hogwarts.

As night fell, the bright moon illuminated the winter coat of the earth. Luna left a trail of footprints in the snow, and she talked endlessly about the various magical creatures she and her father had discovered.

She clapped the heavy book in her hands excitedly, her eyes sparkling, and said, "Rogge, this book is simply a treasure."

"I've decided!" She suddenly stopped and clenched her fists, as if she had made some kind of resolution.

Roger asked curiously: "What decision?"

"After graduation, I want to become a magical biologist and travel around the world!" Luna turned around, with a dreamy glimmer in her eyes, "I will definitely find evidence of the existence of these magical creatures and show them to the world!"

"This is not an easy job." Rogge nodded with a smile and gently reminded: "It requires strong willpower, the ability to endure loneliness and solitude, and strong personal strength."

"I know, I will," Luna replied confidently.

"Yeah." Roger nodded approvingly and continued walking forward.

After a moment, he reminded, "You can try to reprint these creatures in The Quibbler. Many wizards like this kind of mysterious content, and it may increase the sales of the magazine."

"That's right." Luna's eyes lit up and she jumped up excitedly, her golden hair flying in the air: "There are so many interesting animals, all wizards should know about them..."

On Monday, Hogwarts was covered in light snow, and Harry and the Weasleys returned to Hogwarts. As soon as they left the college, they heard whispers around them, as if calling them "careless ghosts".

Through Neville and Colin's explanation, they finally realized that it was all Malfoy's doing.

The few of them had no interest in breakfast, and stared fiercely at the cheerful Malfoy at the long table in the distance. Especially when they thought that Arthur still needed to be treated in St. Mungo's ward, their anger was even more intense.

Ron and the twins were about to stand up when Neville hurriedly called out to them, "Don't be impulsive, Weasley!"

He quickly explained: "Professor Snape has already punished him. Besides, this is more the fault of the newspaper."

"Newspaper?" several people asked in confusion.

"According to the Daily Prophet," Colin beside him quickly added, "Rita distorted the fact that Mr. Arthur was injured and called..."

"Humph, that's also Malfoy's fault." Ron gritted his teeth and wanted to do something, but found that Professor McGonagall had stood in front of them without them knowing when.

The square glasses made her look even more stern, and the boys sat back down feeling guilty. However, this could not calm their anger towards Malfoy.

"Gentlemen, I understand your anger, but responding with violence will only make the situation worse." Professor McGonagall's voice was low, but every word was clearly heard by everyone. "The school has already talked to Draco's father, including Neville's parents."

She paused, her eyes scanning everyone's faces, and then continued, "If anyone causes trouble in the auditorium again, both parties will be expelled from the school."

The last few words were like a heavy hammer, hitting the hearts of several people hard. For a moment, they felt as if an invisible boulder was pressing on their shoulders. "Draco too?" George and Fred suddenly stood up and looked towards the other side of the hall with sharp eyes.

There was a hint of challenge in their tone, and they were obviously not afraid of the new rules issued by the principal.

Malfoy, who was chatting and laughing with his companions, felt their burning gazes, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly, replaced by a defiant expression. The three people's eyes clashed in the air, as if sparks flew.

The noise in the auditorium stopped abruptly, and everyone held their breath, watching their silent confrontation with curiosity and surprise. The air was filled with tension.

"If they cause trouble in the hall, both sides will be expelled." Someone whispered with a hint of worry in his voice: "George and Fred are not going to die with Malfoy."

The discussions around them gradually became louder, and the students' expressions changed from surprise to complexity.

"Ah? Weasley can't be that stupid?" said a Hufflepuff student in disbelief, his eyes wide open.

"That's hard to say. Don't forget, George and Fred are about to graduate. With their grades, they won't be able to find good jobs in the wizarding world, and it's impossible for them to enter the Ministry of Magic like Percy."

"Besides, they won't have classes after Christmas."

"Wow, now that you mention it, this is really possible." The person next to him suddenly realized.

The eyes of the people around them when they looked at the twins changed instantly, with a mixture of admiration and a hint of fear.

In their eyes, the Weasley twins seemed to have become two bombs that could explode at any time. Some people even unconsciously moved aside, fearing that they would be involved in a possible conflict.

At the same time, at the Slytherin table, Roger pressed Malfoy's shoulders hard and pushed him back into his chair: "Draco, don't be impulsive."

"If you really want to teach them a lesson, why not wait until the Quidditch match." He lowered his voice, his tone calm and seductive: "There are no new rules of the headmaster on the field, what do you think?"

Draco took a few deep breaths, feeling his anger slowly subside. A shrewd light flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "Yes, I will teach them a lesson on the court!"

Afterwards, Draco continued to enjoy his breakfast, pretending to be calm and chatting with the Slytherin students around him about the topic he had just interrupted. Although the smile on his face was a little forced, at least on the surface everything seemed normal.

The atmosphere in the auditorium became lively again. The students began to shift their attention from the confrontation to their breakfast and small talk.

Although Ginny was equally angry, she was more worried about the safety of her family: "George, Fred, don't do anything stupid. We can't let Mom worry anymore."

Professor McGonagall's face was terribly gloomy, her brows were knitted, and her lips were pressed into a thin line. She took the twins away, determined to have a serious talk with them to stop their reckless behavior.

However, George and Fred's actions produced an unexpected effect. After they showed their "die together" attitude, the annoying nickname "Sloppy Guy" immediately disappeared from the castle.

Students began to avoid the twins intentionally or unintentionally, fearing that they would offend these two precious creatures. Especially the graduates of the same class, they were even more worried that they would ruin their future.

George and Fred soon noticed the strange attitudes and looks from the people around them. Instead of feeling frustrated, they enjoyed it very much.

"I feel more impressive than the prefects." George whispered to Fred with a smug smile on his face.

Fred snorted contemptuously: "Oh, what's the big deal about being a prefect? ​​Even the student union president doesn't dare to mess with us!"

They stood arrogantly in the middle of the corridor, watching their classmates avoid them, with smiles on their faces growing brighter.

Harry, Ron and the others were worried and helpless when they saw this scene. However, with the twins' personalities, they would definitely treat this as a fun thing and would not stop at all.

"Two damn dung bombs!" Malfoy cursed, his voice full of anger. He bent down to pick up a stone and threw it at the frozen black lake with all his strength, splashing a piece of ice on the ice.

Roger leaned against the withered tree trunk and said softly, "Since you know, don't bother with them for the time being."

"But I... I don't accept it!" Malfoy kicked the gravel at his feet, his eyes full of unwillingness: "It's just being expelled, I don't care! My father can arrange for me to go to school at Durmstrang."

"But Slytherin cares, and everyone in the Jackdaw Magic Society cares." Roger's voice was very gentle, like a sweet spring that extinguished the indignation in his heart.

Draco groaned and sat down on the river bank. "So I'll just avoid them from now on and walk around them?" There was a hint of grievance and frustration in his voice.

"Not for long." Roger nodded, his eyes flashing with a sharp look, "The headmaster's rules are only within the scope of Hogwarts."

"They will graduate eventually. There's still a long time ahead of them, right?"

"You're right!" Draco gritted his teeth, a hideous smile on his face: "George and Fred can be dung bombs in school, but they can't be dung bombs to their families outside."

"As I remember, his eldest brother works as a curse breaker for the goblins, and he has another brother in Romania..."

Roger was a little surprised when he heard what Draco said. His original intention was to use the power of the pure-blood family to suppress the twins' business after they graduated.

But he didn't expect that Draco would not let a grudge rest and wanted to retaliate immediately.

He smiled and did not stop Draco's plan. Instead, he added: "Arthur is still being treated at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Sins, isn't he? I have a reliable friend in the Finance Department of the Ministry of Magic. Perhaps he can help a little with this matter."

"Really!" Draco's eyes lit up and he jumped up. But then, his expression became a little hesitant: "Isn't this too much? If there is no treatment, Arthur, the dirty pure blood, might die..."

"What, are you soft-hearted? Remember, we didn't do anything." Roger patted his shoulder and reminded him, "The Finance Department will be on holiday during Christmas. Isn't that normal? Mr. Arthur's medical expenses can be repaid after the holiday."

"The Ministry of Magic is full of good wizards who are honest and caring about their colleagues. They have worked hard for a year under the pressure of the Dark Lord. Is it not too much to give them a holiday?"

"Some work has been delayed, and we can talk about it after the holiday. This is a normal process and it's very reasonable."

Draco nodded, not quite understanding, and felt much better. Although he still needed to avoid the twins at school, he immediately felt satisfied when he thought about finding compensation from their families.

If Roger had done it, he would have definitely handled it more decisively and thoroughly than Draco.

Curse breakers work in the shadows of the pyramids, facing the threat of curses or the risk of being attacked by mummies at any time. Keepers work with dangerous dragons every day, and it is normal to lose an arm or a leg occasionally... As long as Roger is willing, he is absolutely capable of making the Weasley family have an unforgettable and wonderful Christmas.

However, he chose to watch, because this was Draco's business, he had his own will and ideas, and was capable of handling this issue.

As a friend, Roger believes that the best help is to give support. Occasional "small suggestions" are enough.

(End of this chapter)