A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 549 There is something wrong with the wine
"It's great to be young." Grandma Jonker's gaze moved between the two young people, with a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.

She shook her head gently and brought her thoughts back to reality: "Mr. Roger, you just mentioned downstairs that you wanted to ask me something. I wonder what it is?"

"Yes, Grandma. About Tiago's wand." Roger handed over the wand-making notes and said softly, "I consulted Mr. Ollivander. He told me that the secret of Tiago's wand core is hidden in the words of the river monster."

"River monster?" Grandma Jonker repeated in a low voice, frowning slightly. She put on her reading glasses and carefully flipped through the book in her hands. She nodded and sighed from time to time, as if she was solving a puzzle.

"After repeated consideration, I think I have solved the mystery and found the secret wand core material used by Tiago. However, I cannot be 100% sure that it is the truth." He drew a flower on the table. Granny Jonker took a look and her expression changed from confusion to shock in an instant.

"So that's it." She exclaimed, frowning in thought, and the wrinkles on her forehead became deeper.

After a long pause, she slowly spoke: "I must admit, Mr. Roger, your discovery surprised me. But I am not completely sure that your answer is absolutely correct."

"Unless we can find the wand that Tiago made back then." She put down her notes, a gleam of wisdom in her eyes, "I have some experience in making wands. If you don't mind, I'll tell you about it, maybe it can help you."

Rogge straightened his back and nodded heavily, looking like he was humbly seeking advice.

"The mysteries of the magic wand are far more complicated than we imagined. The materials of the wand core and shell are not static. Each different combination will have subtle and magical differences."

Although the notes contained this information, Roger did not show any disappointment on his face. On the contrary, his eyes were filled with a stronger desire for knowledge.

Granny Jonker looked at him approvingly and went on to explain: "In fact, no matter which combination, even the Ollivander family cannot make a truly perfect wand."

She narrowed her eyes and smiled, a mysterious smile appeared on her old face: "The wand is composed of two parts. But, have you ever thought about why we need the shell?"

In response to this question, Roger answered without hesitation: "Because when wizards fight at close range, they need to use their wands as thorns to fight."

"The wand must ensure that the wizard can fight in any situation. But the wand core is made of some flexible material of magical creatures, and it cannot withstand the impact of close combat."

"Well said!" Granny Jonker nodded heavily and praised: "Only wizards who have experienced brutal battles can truly appreciate the importance of the wand shell. With your keen insight, you can find the most suitable wand match for wizards."

"The core of the wand represents magic, allowing the wizard to control the four elements of water, fire, earth and air. The outer shell represents matter and is the bridge between magic and reality.

However, no matter how skilled a wizard is, he or she cannot perfectly combine two completely different things. This is the shackles of all wand masters, and it is also the ultimate test left for us. "

Rogge's pupils shrank slightly, and he thought of the magic wand that the Grim Reaper had made not long ago.

The god of death may have used divine power to give ordinary branches magical properties, thus creating a new and powerful wand. Or, divine power is superior to magic power.

Lisa had been sitting quietly by the side, listening to the conversation between Roger and Grandma Jonker. At this moment, she finally couldn't help but ask out of curiosity: "Grandma, does this have anything to do with Tiago's wand?"

Jonker nodded slightly and explained, "If Tiago can really make a wand core out of a material flower, it means he has found a way. A way to connect matter, magic, and elements."

"He could even make the entire wand out of the same material. The core is the wand, and the wand is the core."

Hearing this, Rogge couldn't help but fall into deep thought. He touched his chin, with a puzzled look in his eyes: So, did Tiago not discover this back then, or did he discover it but couldn't find the right materials to realize this idea?
"The flower was the answer he got," said Granny Jonker calmly, sighing, "Unfortunately, the flower itself is fragile and cannot withstand the impact of close combat."

"Therefore, it can only be a good wand core material, but cannot completely replace the structure of traditional magic wands."

"The craftsmanship of this kind of wand must be very complicated. As for the effect..." She paused and shook her head: "The effect may be stronger than traditional wand cores such as Phoenix Tail Feather and Dragon Heart String, but it is definitely not much."

"The balance of a wand is a delicate matter. Tiago found the answer that revolutionized wand making, but had to encase a powerful core in a rigid coffin."

"A wizard wouldn't go into battle with a flower, even if it was a wand."

A glimmer of understanding flashed across Roger's eyes. The other party's explanation made him feel that his understanding of wand making had deepened.

Lisa and Barron could no longer hold back and began to taste the food on the table. Roger noticed that Grandma Jonker had not started yet, so he smiled and said, "Grandma, please don't be polite."

"Sir, I'm sorry to bother you." The waiter came over belatedly, holding the wine that Lisa ordered. "How would you like to pay?"

There are no checks or bank cards in the wizarding world. All transfers must be done by the goblins themselves: taking gold coins out from one vault, loading them into a cart, and then transporting them to another vault.

He deeply suspected that these goblins did this just to see Garlon a few more times.

"There's a goblin bank here, like Gringotts in Diagon Alley."

"Diagon Alley? Sir, Gringotts is the only bank in the wizarding world." The waiter smiled awkwardly, "They are currently suspending all other wizarding business. Otherwise, how about we do the accounting?"

He turned to Lisa, who was gently wiping off her lipstick with a handkerchief, "Ms. Lisa is the manager of the Flash Golem House. If you are willing to use the store as collateral, the Spark Hotel can record the meal fee. Just pay it back within a year."

Lisa was obviously stunned when she heard this. She looked at Roger uncomfortably, feeling annoyed. If she hadn't ordered this bottle of old and expensive red wine on a whim, Roger wouldn't have been in such an embarrassing situation.

"Oh, no interest?" Roger patted her hands, signaling her not to be nervous.

The waiter shook his head firmly and said politely, "We believe in the credibility of the Flash Golem House."

The corners of Roger's mouth curled up slightly, and he became curious about the owner behind the Spark Hotel. "Then keep an account."

After the wine was decanted, Lisa gracefully swirled the goblet and took a sip carefully. She said with a hint of disappointment, "Such an expensive wine, but it doesn't taste good."

"You chose it yourself, you have to finish it even if you cry." Rogge joked.

"Hmph, I'll leave the wine here. Come over next time and taste it slowly." She said as she took Rogge's red wine glass. "Hmm~~ This tastes much better."

Lisa's eyes smiled into a crescent shape, and she couldn't help but take another sip. She slipped out of her high heels and slowly stretched towards Roger's legs, trying to tease him through his pants with her black stockings.

"Granny Jonker, have you ever considered developing your career in the British wizarding world?" He pinched Lisa secretly under the table and invited her sincerely, "Although the American Magical Congress has begun a counterattack, the trauma caused by the war cannot be healed in a short time."

"At present, the Dark Lord has not been driven into the sea, and it will take a long time to completely defeat him. In the future, there may be greater turmoil."

Granny Jonker's face tightened and she felt very heavy. She had only seen the horror of Voldemort in newspapers and books before. But after seeing the Death Eaters and the snake-men, she had developed a deep fear of Voldemort, whom she had never met.

She took a deep breath and said, "Actually, I was planning to go east to look for Barron right after Christmas."

"I was even ready to die." She held her grandson's hand tightly, with a kind smile on her face: "Now that he is back safely, I really have to reconsider my future."

"However, I'm sorry, British wizarding world." Jonker shook his head firmly, a hint of apology in his eyes: "Olivander's reputation and skills far surpass ours. Even before the outbreak of the virus, the three wand-making families in the American wizarding world combined could hardly compete with it."

"Actually, I'm thinking of taking a boat to go further west." She wiped the cake crumbs from the corner of her grandson's mouth and said, "Xiaoba, how about we go to the other side of the sea?"

Barron put down the flaming ice cream, snuggled into Grandma Jonker's arms, and answered obediently: "I listen to Grandma."

"Across the sea?" Roger thought secretly. San Francisco is located on the west coast of America. The sea she was talking about can only be the Pacific Ocean.

Russia also has its own wand-making families, and is unlikely to easily accept foreign wand-making families. Although Neon is geographically located in the Far East, it has long considered itself part of the European wizarding world.

Their wands are made of cherry wood, and have a fixed "wand fairy" and production specifications. After thinking about it, the only option left is a big country in the Far East. (Barat: Yes, that's right, it's me.)
Granny Jonker is an experienced and opinionated old wizard. She declined the suggestion to go to the British wizarding world, which contained profound considerations.

If he accepted Rogge's invitation, the Jonker family would have to accept funding from the other family.

This means that their wand shop will most likely become a joint-stock company, not only will they have to share a portion of the profits every year, but more importantly, the Jonker family's core wand-making skills may be lost.

Yes, although Mother-in-law Jonker had handed Roger the bag containing the production notes, that was just the basics.

Roger was able to make a qualified wand by following the above steps and methods. However, the real core secret was still hidden in her mind.

She would never easily reveal it to anyone except her grandson Barron.

The old woman still had a kind smile on her face, and there was nothing unusual about her. Lisa tried to persuade her several times, but was cleverly resolved by Grandma Jonker.

Finally, Lisa sighed helplessly: "The sea is so big, you must be careful."

Roger accepted Grandma Jonker's decision with a smile on his face. He took out a small bag from his pocket, gently placed it on the table, and pushed it to Grandma Jonker: "This is to thank you for your advice. Don't refuse it. Otherwise, I won't dare to write to you to consult about the wand in the future. No matter where you go in the end, I wish you all the best."

Mother-in-law Jonker looked at the bag, then at Roger, and finally accepted it with a smile: "Thank you, child. If you have any questions in the future, remember to contact me."

She led Barron away from the table and toward the counter of the Spark Inn.

Roger thought to himself that if it were him, he would not be likely to move to the British wizarding world.

Ollivander's Wand Shop's prices were too low, with the first wand only costing 7 Galleons. After deducting the cost of materials and packaging, it might even make a small loss.

If you add in Mr. Ollivander's labor costs, it's like giving the wand away for free.

Fortunately, what Rogge wanted to develop was not the wizards' wand market, otherwise it would be another investment doomed to fail.

"Junior, congratulations on acquiring the wand craftsmanship of the Jonker family." Lisa picked up the goblet, her eyes flashing with a complex light: a hint of panic and a hint of cunning.

Roger elegantly picked up the wine glass with his index and middle fingers, and gently touched it with Lisa's glass. Lisa stared at him intently, watching him slowly bring the glass to his lips, and then slowly tilt it...

Suddenly, Roger stopped, smiled and put the goblet back on the table.

"Senior, do you know the steps of wine tasting?" He smiled and took out a white handkerchief and gently spread it on the outside of the wine glass as a background.

Lisa was a little surprised, but still maintained a curious expression.

"Tilt the wine glass at 45 degrees and observe the color."

"Young red wines are usually dark purple or ruby ​​red, and as they age, the color gradually becomes lighter. You can see that this wine has a slightly brown color."

Lisa's nervous expression suddenly relaxed, and she secretly rejoiced: "I almost thought I was discovered."

"Then smell the scent." Roger shook the wine glass gently, then handed it to Lisa, motioning her to go first.

"Well, the smell of tanned leather, roses, irises, and..." She paused suddenly and her face turned a little pale.

"And my hair fragrance?" Roger put down the wine and said with a smile: "The love potion presents the luster of mother-of-pearl and spiraling steam. The red wine itself can hide these two characteristics, but it cannot hide the change of smell."

“It makes people smell different.”

"I..." Lisa lowered her head like a child who had made a mistake, "I don't know."

"It seems that senior sister didn't study Potions class well." He put his arms around her from behind and held her in his arms.

"It smells a bit smoky." He sniffed the hair beside Lisa's ear and whispered, "Do you want me to give you some lessons on potions? It's just the two of us on the fifth floor."

Lisa twisted her fingers and forgot to answer for a moment. She thought Roger would leave in anger after discovering the love potion. Unexpectedly, he actually...

In her wild thoughts, she had somehow followed Rogge into room 5006. There were only ten extremely luxurious rooms on the entire fifth floor, and each number represented a culture.

White marble, luxurious Roman columns. She followed Roger into the hot spring bath, and immediately took the initiative again after she realized what was happening: "Little brother, do you want me to be your lover?"

"Guess what, my store manager?" He put his hands in Lisa's hair and threatened, "Senior, you don't want to lose your job, do you?"

"Damn it, I knew there was something wrong with that bottle of wine!" Lisa smiled charmingly, exuding endless charm.

Blonde hair, blue eyes and big waves, she has it all.

(End of this chapter)