A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 550 Who is more charming?

"It feels like there are eight more hours today." Rogge lazily lay on the big bed that was as soft as clouds. His eyelids drooped unconsciously and he yawned from time to time.

The room is filled with a faint scent of lavender, adding a sense of laziness.

Lisa leaned lightly on Roger's shoulder, her face full of spring breeze and her eyes flashing with cunning light: "Why, are you in a hurry to go back? Isn't my charm enough to attract you to stay a little longer?"

Roger chuckled and ruffled Lisa's soft hair. "Then I'll go back later. At least I need to get a good sleep."

Although he said he was going to sleep, his hand unconsciously reached for the bedside table and turned on the desk lamp that emitted a warm orange light.

He pulled out a seemingly ordinary brown notebook from his briefcase, with "Jonker" engraved on the cover. Roger gently opened it, his eyes wandering between the pages eagerly, as if he wanted to engrave the Jonker family's wand notes in his mind.

Lisa was obviously dissatisfied with his behavior. Her slender fingers drew playful circles on Roger's strong chest, and her voice was full of coquettishness: "Dear, am I not as attractive as it is?"

Roger was a little distracted by Lisa, but he still suppressed his inner restlessness, patted her head gently, and said in a gentle but firm tone: "Have a good rest."

As he spoke, he half leaned against the head of the bed and continued to concentrate on his notes.

Suddenly, Rogge felt a thrilling sensation coming from his lower body. He couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and let out a trembling "hiss" from the depths of his soul.

Obviously, Lisa was not going to give up easily and wanted to compete with the notebook in Roger's hand.

Faced with the little head's forceful attempt to seize power, Roger's big head immediately mobilized all his willpower and tried to focus on the contents of the notes.

He whispered to himself and read the words in a very low voice, as if this could help him resist the temptation from Lisa.

"The Jonker family's wand craftsmanship is indeed unique." Roger said softly, "Their ancestor was an excellent Muggle carpenter. This unique heritage enables the wands they make to have exquisite and accurate shells."

Lisa suddenly raised her body and whispered softly: "My dear, don't forget that I need your careful carving more than the magic wand."

"Stop busying yourself. I want to read a book now." Roger said firmly, with a hint of helplessness and pampering in his tone.

He read it carefully and quickly, discovering new differences.

Compared to the wand core materials commonly used by the British wizarding world, such as phoenix tail feathers, dragon heartstrings, and unicorn hair, the Jonker family's choice is very different.

"Kneazle whiskers, horned water snake horns, and even giant monster whiskers?" Roger's voice was filled with a hint of surprise. "These materials don't sound very ordinary."

Lisa sighed secretly when she saw that Roger was still immersed in the ocean of knowledge. She decided to take more direct actions to attract him.

Her lips and teeth began to become restless, biting and shaking, making Roger's heart and mind involuntarily ripple.

Roger felt Lisa's movements and had to reach out to hold her slender waist, trying to restrain her behavior.

But his eyes were still fixed on the notes, as if the most important secret in the world was hidden there.

"I see." When he saw the fusion technique of the core and the shell, Rogge nodded secretly, with a gleam of sudden enlightenment in his eyes.

In Tiago's notes, he used a potion as a glue between the two, allowing the wizard's magic to be transferred through the outer shell into the core of the wand.

But the Jonkers’ technique is both simpler and more complex.

They will perform fine processing according to the material texture of the outer shell to ensure that the outer shell and core of each wand are perfectly matched.

This process is just like making keys: the core of the stick is fixed, and the shells are processed to match each other.

At this moment, Lisa's actions became more bold. She simply sat down, causing Roger to gasp.

He tried to concentrate and think carefully: "The core of Tiago's wand is the River Rose. He subverted the traditional wand structure, so the wand he made is powerful and elegant."

"Jonkers pay more attention to the matching degree between the outer shell and the wand core. They use exquisite techniques to ensure that the wizard's magic power can be transferred to the wand core through the outer shell pattern."

He paused, lost in thought. "Where's Ollivander's wand?" he said to himself.

Lisa blinked mischievously and said softly, "Well, dear. Do you think we also need such a delicate coordination between us? Just like the shell and core of a magic wand?"

Roger felt her wave-like pressure and had to put down the notes in his hand temporarily and deal with it with all his strength.

She chuckled, breathing in and out in rhythm with the other person. The two of them were so close together that they seemed to be dancing an ambiguous waltz.

Roger cast various exquisite spells with his own magic wand, and Lisa responded with her unique enthusiasm.

At first, powerfully.

"Okay... okay, I give in... you... are too awesome." Lisa complained.

Roger tangled his fingers gently around her hair and said, "You won't bother me while I'm reading my notes again."

"Maybe... But I can't guarantee it."

As soon as Lisa returned to bed, she started to get restless again.

Her movements became very careful, trying to achieve her dream with her hands. Roger could not help but be attracted by this beautiful "little troublemaker" beside him.

He pressed Lisa under him with his backhand, trembling slightly.

"Go to sleep." He slapped her hard, leaving hot handprints on her back.

Lisa struggled in vain and reluctantly became a pillow.

She was the type of person who was both naive and playful, and even when she was exhausted, she would still want to attack at any time. Or, she wanted Roger to always love and cherish her.

"Olivander's wand..." Roger muttered to himself, taking out his own Kirin wand and examining it carefully.

Lisa under him opened her eyes and suddenly said mischievously: "How about trying this?"

"Try it, you big head ghost." Rogge knocked on her forehead and immediately used more violent punishment to consume her physical strength.

Finally, Lisa almost fell asleep with her eyes rolled back and screaming.

"Huh, I've finally dealt with this little bitch." Rogge breathed a sigh of relief and tried to pull away, but found that Lisa was still wrapped tightly around him.

He had no choice but to lie on his side, holding Lisa in one hand and continuing his research with his notebook in the other. In the warm fragrance of the jade, his thoughts became clearer.

"If the wand shell made by Ollivander is 100 points, then the wand shell of the Jonker family is 105 points."

"In terms of the conductivity of magic power, the two are comparable. It's just that the pattern on the wand of the Jonker family is more beautiful." Rogge moistened his fingers and turned to the next page.

Comparing the characteristics of the wand shells of the two families, Roger's thoughts drifted to the forging knife: "Similar to the difference between Damascus steel and 5160 spring steel."

"The Jonker wand shell is like Damascus steel, the craftsmanship is complex, and the quality and beauty of the finished product depends entirely on the craftsman's skills.

Ollivander's is more like 5160 spring steel, with a fixed upper limit but a lower limit that is far above average." His eyes sparkled with wisdom.

"If I follow the notes of the Jonker family and start by understanding and appreciating the wood grain, it will take at least three years just to master the technique of making the shell." Suddenly, a wonderful idea popped into his mind: "What if I can combine the shell-making skills of the Jonker family and the Ollivander family?" His eyes lit up and he quickly wrote down the inspiration.

Whether it can be achieved is one thing, whether you want it or not is another.

As the blood and qi slowly subsided, Roger felt his body gradually relax. He carefully withdrew so as not to wake up Lisa who was sleeping soundly.

Finally, he found a comfortable position, resting his head on Lisa's chest, and looking closely at the Kirin wand in the light.

Roger recalled his first experience of choosing a wand and couldn't help but sigh: "For Ollivander's wand, the most important thing is not the matching degree between the shell and the core, but the matching degree between the wand and the wizard."

"Its shell and core may not be the best in the wizarding world, but they can definitely get full marks. And the right wizard can make the wand exert multiplied power."

If the wands of other families are 120 points, the wizard can only exert 95 points of ability. But even if Ollivander's wand is only 100 points, it can release 300, 500, or even 1000 points of effect through the right wizard.

"A wand made by Ollivander is enough to last a wizard's entire life."

At this moment, he had a deeper understanding of the phrase "The wand chooses the wizard". This is not just a simple wand advertisement, but contains the profound philosophy of wand making.

"It's really an art." Roger exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, his voice full of awe and admiration.

When he first got his own wand, he only knew that Mr. Ollivander was very skilled in making wands, but now that he has learned about wand making, he understands how skilled he really is.

The gap is no longer enough to be described as "far from the reach of the master" or "worlds apart". He only felt that he had only captured a glimpse of the master's skills.

"Perhaps," Roger said softly, "the true meaning of wand making lies in understanding the nature of magic and the connection between wizards and magic. Jonker and Tiago are too confined to the skills themselves."

"Mr. Ollivander is not only a wand maker, but also a philosopher and artist." He put down his notes and murmured, "Apprentice?"

"If I want to become a master wand maker in the wizarding world, I can consider it."

"But I'm only making servant wands for goblins, so I don't need such high skills. Even the craftsmanship of the Jonkel family seems a bit wasteful."

As he was thinking, Roger fell asleep unconsciously. Lying on the big bed with her body stretched out, the two of them subconsciously fought for the quilt, looking for a more comfortable overlapping position.

The sun shone through the curtains onto the bed. Lisa woke up first and rubbed her sleepy eyes.

She noticed that Roger was still holding the book he read last night in his arms, and she couldn't help but curl her lips and secretly felt jealous: "What's so good about the book."

She couldn't help but think back to her days at Hogwarts. She had never been a keen student, preferring to discuss fashion and boys with other witches in the club.

"Which robe is more beautiful?" "Which college's boys are more attractive?" These topics always make her interested.

Lisa poked Roger's cheek gently with a naughty smile: "Mr. Bookworm."

Now that she had lost to a magic notebook, she felt very upset. She jumped out of bed and searched for the love potion bottle among the scattered clothes.

Finally, her eyes fell on the broken glass at the door.

Suddenly, Lisa felt uneasy.

She stared at the door, as if she saw something peering in, and a chill ran up her spine.

"Who!" Lisa swallowed and quickly ran back to the bed.

"Rogge, wake up." She anxiously shook Rogge who was still sleeping.

"Hmm~" Roger opened his eyes drowsily, his voice full of sleepiness, "Stop making trouble, let me sleep a little longer."

"There seems to be someone outside. I sense danger." There was a hint of panic in Lisa's tone.

Hearing the word "danger", Roger sobered up a little. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and remained silent as if he was sorting out his thoughts.

After a long while, he looked up and said, "Pour me a glass of ice water."

The ice water mixture flowed down his throat into his stomach, gradually clearing his mind. "Are you sure?" he looked at Lisa and asked.

"Yes." Lisa nodded heavily and leaned against the headboard. "I have a talent. When I am close to others, I can feel their goodness and evilness."

"Is there such a power?" Rogge opened his eyes wide in surprise. "Then guess, am I good or evil now?"

"This...haha...this is true." Lisa burst into laughter in his hands. She quickly explained: "I heard that there was a witch who could read minds."

Roger's hand suddenly stopped and his eyes became more serious.

There are indeed some wizards in the wizarding world who have special talents, such as Tonks.

He asked thoughtfully: "I never knew what your last name was?"

"Lisa Esther." Lisa looked up in confusion and looked at him curiously: "Is my name important?"

Looking at her swan-like, white neck, Roger couldn't help but kiss her. The atmosphere became a little hot, and the breathing became disordered and heavy.

"I know a witch who can read minds." He suppressed his body's instinct and whispered, "Queenie Goldstein, a witch who was born with Legilimency."

"When you stand in front of her, she can read your thoughts without you having to say anything."

"Then she must be a wealthy person." Lisa gritted her teeth and let Roger do what he wanted. "The password to the vault must be hidden."

"Indeed. However, this ability is both a talent and may also bring some unexpected troubles." Rogge smiled, but when he thought of the danger she mentioned, he couldn't help but stop his action.

Lisa was still not satisfied and couldn't help rubbing her body.

"My Monopoly store manager." He poured ice water slowly down her chest, trying to put out the fire in her heart. "However, your perception ability is also very special. Can you be sure of the malicious intent outside the door?"

"That's for sure." Lisa took the water cup and chewed the ice cubes. "This ability has helped me avoid many dangers."

"There must be a wizard targeting us. Do you think it's because we spent too much yesterday that someone is targeting us?"

"It's possible." Roger quickly picked up the notebook, fearing that it would be soaked by the falling ice water. "Pack it up first, I'll take you back to the Flash Golem House later. That's our territory, it's safer than here."

Lisa pouted, feeling like she had lost again. She couldn't help but doubt whether her charm was really not as good as she thought.

While getting dressed, Lisa couldn't help teasing him. But Roger was immersed in thinking, wondering if the malice outside the door was related to the abnormality he noticed yesterday.

He heard Lisa gasping for air and quickly asked, "My store manager, what's wrong?"

"I feel a little uncomfortable~" She pouted and looked at Roger with a little grievance.

"Healed as before." He shook the wand, and a soft light shot out from the tip of the wand and enveloped Lisa's waist.

(End of this chapter)