A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 551 The Identity of the Follower
The moment the two stepped out of the room, Lisa was like a vigilant deer and couldn't help looking around.

She scanned the dark corridor with a sharp gaze, her slender fingers tightly grasping Roger's strong arm, as if it was her only support. The other hand tightly grasped the wand, ready to cast a spell at any time.

"Do you feel it?" Roger asked softly.

"what?"

"Abnormalities, such as the malevolence of wizards."

Lisa shook her head, and the tension in her heart relaxed a little as her attention shifted. "No, I didn't feel any specific malice."

"Rogge, do you think it's possible..." She paused, with an apologetic look in her eyes, "Am I wrong?"

"Never doubt your intuition." Roger patted her hand and comforted her, "Especially since you have such a special talent."

"Perhaps, the other party is hiding in a corner. Like a patient hunter, waiting for us to let down our guard."

"But don't be too nervous." He chuckled and reached out to gently smooth Lisa's frown. "It's good to be vigilant, but being too vigilant can easily lead to trouble."

He pulled the wand out of Lisa's hand and put it back into his belt. "Remember, the most important thing is to stay calm and rational. Excessive tension will only affect your judgment."

“If you always frown, you will get wrinkles easily.”

"Yeah." Lisa nodded obediently, and her eyes slowly regained calm.

Her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the Hogwarts Express, recalling the amazing scene of Rogue slaughtering Dementors with thunderous force.

That scene was forever imprinted in her mind, and every time she thought of it, she was filled with awe and a sense of security. She glanced at Rogge beside her, secretly thanking herself for having such a strong and reliable companion.

The two of them strolled along the bustling streets, immersed in their own thoughts. They were completely unaware that just three minutes after leaving the Spark Hotel, an uninvited guest quietly appeared behind them.

He was a sloppy wizard in a ragged black robe. He kept a distance of more than fifty meters from Rogge and Lisa, blending into the crowd skillfully and almost inconspicuous.

He stood at the door of an antique crucible shop, pretending to be extremely interested in a black pot, and looked at it carefully.

However, his sharp eyes looked through a string of shabby crucibles hanging at the door and watched Roger and Lisa walk into the shop not far away.

A complicated look flashed across his eyes, as if he was weighing something. After a moment, he made a decision and walked quickly towards the direction of the Flash Golem House.

Meanwhile, in the Flash Golem house, Lisa turned to Rogue excitedly, lust flashing in her eyes.

"Honey, let's change into a cheongsam later." She said sweetly, and at the same time gave Roger a light kiss on the cheek.

Without waiting for Roger to answer, she ran happily to the second floor, leaving behind a string of silver bell-like laughter echoing in the air.

Roger opened his mouth and wanted to say that he should go back. But seeing Lisa so excited, he swallowed the words back. He shook his head helplessly, but a doting smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

Since he couldn't leave for the time being, Roger simply sat behind the counter, picked up a camera and began to study it carefully.

His fingers moved deftly over the camera, expertly disassembling its components.

After four years, he carefully examined the flash camera again and found many details and shortcomings that he had previously overlooked.

"The visual window should really be larger. No, not just larger, but its function should be completely changed."

"It would be perfect if the images it captures could be reflected directly into the photographer's mind. This would not only improve the accuracy of the shooting, but also allow the photographer to better capture the moment..."

"This should be removed, and the alchemical technique should be used again to ensure the balance of the entire camera. Another imaging chamber should be added to adjust the phase difference of the magic photo at any time to ensure that the light reaches the film at the same time..."

The door of the store was suddenly pushed open, and along with the jingling of wind chimes, a slightly hoarse voice came into my ears: "Hello."

Rogge looked up and saw a raggedly dressed wizard standing at the door. His eyes were wandering around the store with an elusive look on his face.

"I need a suitable magic camera. Can you recommend one to me?" said the wizard, with a hint of deliberate casualness in his voice.

"Of course, sir." Roger responded with a smile and took a quick look at the sudden visitor.

He noticed that the wrinkled leather shoes on his feet were covered in mud, and the edges of his robes were even a little frayed. This attire was in stark contrast to the high-end atmosphere of the Flash Golem House.

Roger's heart was immediately alarmed. Magic cameras have always been a luxury in life. Most wizards buy them just to record the beautiful moments in life. Few people can make a living by taking photos to contribute to newspapers.

And this guest, judging from his appearance, seemed to have trouble even taking care of basic clothing, yet he walked into the Flash Golem House.

Despite his doubts, Roger maintained a professional smile and a warm attitude. He decided to give it a try.

"Sir, we have a photography contest every week at the Flash Golem House." He smiled and took out a thick photo album from the counter and flipped through it gently: "These are the winning photos of each week. The photographer can get a reward of 1000 Galleons. This is not only a recognition of photography skills, but also an encouragement for artistic pursuits."

Every magical photo in the album is exquisite and lifelike, and can bring people into the world.

He secretly observed the other party's reaction and continued to explain: "Although there are other camera stores in the wizarding world, their products are cumbersome and complicated.

Believe me, Flash Golem House is definitely your best choice. Our product is easy to use and powerful. "

"1000 Galleons!" The wizard in front of him widened his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled noticeably, and his voice was filled with disbelief, "So much money? You're not cheating me, are you?"

He didn't listen to Roger's subsequent introduction at all, and his attention was all on the 1,000 Galleons per week. As for the quality of the product, he didn't care.

"Absolutely not." Roger straightened his back and shook his head firmly. "The reputation of the Shining Golem House is built on integrity. Our stores are all over the wizarding world. Have you heard of Diagon Alley in the UK? Our flagship store is on that ancient and legendary street."

He lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "I'll tell you in secret, the reason why the reward is so generous is because the other things in the store are... expensive."

"Expensive? You mean the camera?"

"No, the price of the camera is actually very affordable. The really expensive thing is this..." He turned around and took two things from the shelf, "Developing solution and Panda photo paper. Don't be fooled by the small bottle and thin paper in front of you, the consumption of these two things is quite amazing."

“You have to know that it is not easy to become a good magic photographer. Without thousands of times of practice and attempts, you will never be able to take amazing works. Every time you press the shutter, you need to consume these materials.”

"When you think about it this way, don't you think our bonus isn't that exaggerated?"

The other party nodded thoughtfully and cursed: "You are indeed treacherous."

"That's right. Our boss won't do anything without profit. I've wanted to scold him for a long time." Roger laughed heartily, feeling that he had a talent for sales. "Then do you want to take a look? To be honest, those Death Eaters have left us without business for half a year."

"If you want to buy it, I can give you a 6% discount. Not 998, not 98, just 6 Galleons, and you can take the Flash Camera home."

"Look at this, our lightning trademark is exactly the same as the one on Mr. Harry Potter's forehead. With it, you will have more courage when facing the Death Eaters."

"How about I give you another set of supplies?"

The wizard opposite him was moved when he heard this, but then he became embarrassed. He touched his pocket uncomfortably, as if he was weighing something.

Suddenly, his expression became fierce. He gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, pulled out his wand and pointed it at Roger's head: "Robbery! This is robbery! Hand over all the valuables in your store!"

Roger was calm and said in a peaceful tone, "Sir, we haven't been open for half a year."

"Hmph, don't give me that crap! Don't think I don't know that you squandered hundreds of thousands of Galleons at the Spark Hotel yesterday." He ordered Rogge to close the door, cursing, "Damned profiteer, today I'm going to enforce justice on the behalf of heaven, to represent justice, to represent the masses, to rob the poor and help the rich... bah, to rob the rich and help the poor!" Rogge almost couldn't hold back his laughter. He couldn't even speak clearly, yet he had the nerve to come out and rob.

"Hurry up, pack up all the cameras and money in the store. And your purse, give it all to me... Don't play tricks, or I'll make you pay for it."

Before he finished speaking, Rogge suddenly bent over and tilted his head, and a dazzling spell whizzed past his ears. Without waiting for the other party to react, Rogge raised his right hand like lightning and accurately grabbed the robber's wrist. At the same time, he exerted force with his back legs and threw the other party to the ground with a beautiful shoulder throw.

Boom!
The dull sound echoed in the building, as if the whole building was shaken. The robber lay on the ground, his face twisted in pain, his hands covering his back in vain.

Rogge looked down at him with a sneer on his face, "Robbery? You? Oh, you are really brave."

"How dare you point your wand at my head? Does your mother know that you are so arrogant?"

"What's wrong?" Lisa heard the noise and ran over from upstairs. "Rogge, are you okay?"

Roger shook his head and was about to question the ignorant robber. Unexpectedly, Lisa's eyes fell on the man on the ground, and she suddenly widened her eyes and exclaimed, "Chris?"

"Chris Quitas?"

"Yes, it's him, the drunkard who sold me the wand notes." Lisa nodded, a hint of disgust in her eyes.

She kicked him hard and asked sternly, "Were you at my door in the morning?"

"Hehe..." Chris grinned and said viciously: "You'd better hand over the Jonker family's magic wand technology to me. Otherwise..."

He paused, licking his cracked lips, "Or else you'll be torn to pieces by the Death Eaters."

"Death Eater?" A trace of disdain flashed in Roger's eyes. He grabbed Chris by the collar and lifted him in front of him.

"Do you think you can scare me by saying this?" Before Chris could answer, Roger's fist had already landed heavily on his face. With a "bang", blood immediately gushed out of Chris's nose.

"Not to mention the Death Eaters, even if Voldemort himself comes, I will still beat him."

"You, how dare you call that man's name?" Chris trembled, "You're finished, you're completely finished!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.

Roger stared into his eyes and whispered, "Reflexology."

In an instant, Rogge's powerful mental power flooded into Chris's brain like a tide. Chris's memories flashed before Rogge's eyes like a revolving lantern:

"At the age of 5, he reached into the counter of the crucible shop and stole a small silver crucible."

"At the age of 10, I was in the dormitory of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and was bullied by senior students and ran away in fear."

"At the age of 18, I had my diploma in hand, but I couldn't find a job. While rummaging through boxes and cabinets at home, I accidentally found the wand-making notes left by my ancestors..."

"At the age of 32, he spent all his savings to buy the so-called 'White River Monster', which turned out to be a rotten giant catfish. He was heavily in debt and completely bankrupt."

“35 years old, selling notes left by my ancestors in a dim tavern.”

"43 years old, met Lisa who bought the magic wand notebook..."

Chris' eyes flashed with naked greed, and he thought to himself: "She is really rich."

Suddenly, a memory caught Roger's attention. Chris was screaming in his heart: "What? She actually contacted Jonker! That damn old woman is actually willing to sell the wand making notes! I begged her for so long, but she was unwilling to take me as an apprentice!"

"Just wait, I'm going to find the Bowei family. Humph, if I can't get it, you can't get it either."

The memory fragments behind became a little confusing, so Roger simply withdrew, "Are you counting on them to rescue you?"

Chris tightly closed his lips, his eyes revealing a hint of certainty, thinking that the other party would not dare to do anything to him. If he cast the Unforgivable Curse privately, the other party would be severely punished by the Magical Congress.

Lisa asked anxiously: "Should we contact the Magical Congress of the United States of America?"

Roger shook his head, pulled out his wand and pointed it at Chris: "Faint!"

With a flash of red light, Chris instantly lost consciousness. He waved his wand again, floating the unconscious Chris and locked him in the underground warehouse.

After dealing with Chris, Roger turned to Lisa and said thoughtfully: "Lisa, you mentioned before that the Bowei family specializes in making wands for dark wizards, right?"

"That's right. I took Nagini to see them last time and ordered a wand." Lisa nodded and suddenly realized something. "Wait, are you saying that Chris is connected to them?"

"I just used Legilimency to probe his memory and found that he did contact the Bowei family."

"why?"

"Here." Roger patted the leather bag in his hand and said in a serious tone, "For the Jonker family's wand notes."

"Isn't it just a wand-making notebook?" Lisa asked in confusion, "Do you have to go to great lengths to snatch it?"

Roger shook his head and explained, "How many wand-making families are there in the entire wizarding world? In total, are there 10?"

"Wandmaking is an extremely profound and closed magical technology. Each family has its own unique secret recipe. The Jonker family's notes may be ordinary, but they also embody the wisdom of several generations."

"Moreover, a complete wand notebook represents a mine that produces gold continuously. If your family can make wands, do you still need to work for me after graduation?"

"It's hard to say?" Lisa smiled coquettishly, with a hint of cunning in her eyes.

She lifted her cheongsam and sat astride him, "My dear, even if I become a master wandmaker, I still want your wand core."

"Now is not the time to make a wand." Roger squeezed her hand and signaled her to be serious. "The Bowei family may come at any time."

"Did you find anything the last time you went to see them?"

"Well, does being watched by an Auror count?" Lisa untied her hairband and came closer, "The Auror's name is Abel. I heard that he was sent there to monitor the Bowen family because he lost an important item from the Magic Congress. As long as you pay, he will let you into the wand shop."

"Abel?" Roger thought for a moment, recalling that during the summer vacation, a wizard named Abel had bought a dragon crystal mirror from him. This wizard who was monitoring the Bowei family was most likely him.

"Letting a Death Eater spy on the Bowen family is tantamount to allowing them to make wands for dark wizards. No wonder Chris mentioned the Death Eaters."

"It seems that the Bowei family may have surrendered to Voldemort." He thought to himself, but suddenly Lisa bit through the blockade and grabbed the salient.

"Don't even think about letting me use the healing method again this time!"

Amid Lisa's strange screams, the two walked on the waves, swaying and moving forward...

Roger buttoned up his shirt, his eyes fell on Chris's wand, and he gradually formed an idea in his mind.

He kissed Lisa's forehead gently and said softly, "I'm going out for a while."

"Hmm~" Lisa responded lazily and soon fell into a sweet dream.

"Greenwich Street, second-hand furniture store." He checked his clothes to make sure everything was appropriate.

(End of this chapter)