A magical journey that begins in Azkaban.

Chapter 575 Snape's house was stolen, but only half

Rogge stared at his panel, and a smile rose unconsciously. His mental power finally broke through the 250 mark and reached 251. Although this number was only a little more than before, at least he could look straight at it.

At the very bottom of the panel, there is an icon of a gate.

Rogge's consciousness gently touched it, and in an instant, a door exactly like the icon appeared out of thin air in front of him. This was the entrance to the Room of Requirement.

"Can you see it?" Roger asked Maria.

Phoenix shook his head, a hint of doubt in his eyes, as if to say, "Are you teasing me on purpose?"

Rogge said mysteriously, reaching out and stroking the soft feathers of the Phoenix.

"Don't worry, you'll know soon." Rogge slowly pushed open the door and walked in with Maria.

The phoenix let out a soft cry in surprise, finally believing that Rogge was not teasing it. Suddenly, the view in front of him was a spacious and bright wand-making room. The air was filled with a light woody fragrance, fresh and refreshing.

The long table against the wall is filled with all kinds of production tools, which are dazzling and eye-catching.

There are as many as ten types of knives used to make the wand casing alone: ​​there are long and thin knives for separating wood, bevel knives for carving round and curved surfaces, files for shaping, as well as scrapers, paring knives, carving knives... and even a box of replacement knife tips.

"Model guy is ecstatic." Roger's fingers brushed across the delicate handle of the knife, and then placed three wand-making notes on the table.

The simplest and thinnest of them all is Tiago's notebook, most of which is the diary of the drunkard, with only a few pages dealing with wand making.

Apart from the useless self-boasting, what is truly valuable are two magical solutions: crystal adhesive and rune-etched water.

He pulled out a piece of parchment from his pocket, on which was a drawing of the River Rose that he had imagined.

"MWT, I hope to replicate Tiago's matter conversion technology."

The second wand notebook was obviously much thicker and more beautifully bound. There were no random scribbles inside, only the hard work of the Jonker family passed down from generation to generation.

About two-fifths of the content was designs for wand shells, including simple and smooth wooden sticks, scepters with crowns on the tails, twisted branches with vines and red flowers, and self-luminous wooden cones inlaid with gems... Rogge even saw a wand with a fire dragon carved on the tail.

"As expected of a carpenter, these ingenious designs are truly extraordinary. They have designs for toughness and magic, and they look expensive just by looking at them."

He even found a double-layered wand with a cavity in the middle that was used to store perfume.

The Jonker family is extremely rich in material selection. They believe that the Bowtruckle is the best wood selector.

Finally, Roger opened the wand-making book given to him by Mr. Ollivander.

When he opened the title page, a line of cursive words written in gold powder caught his eye: The wand chooses you.

The line of handwriting seemed to have life, winding and changing, gradually growing into elegant vines and flowers.

He continued to flip through the pages, and a clearly structured catalog of chapters appeared before him. Rogge recited in a low voice, his eyes becoming brighter and brighter:
Chapter 1: Life, Stars and Phases of the Moon;

Chapter 2: The Natural Philosophy of the Celtic Tree Calendar;

Chapter 3: Emotional resonance between wizards and magical creatures;

Chapter 4: Cubic Curve Measurement and Magic Wand Series;
Chapter 5: Incomplete components of strength and toughness;
Chapter 6: The origin and speculation of spark color;

Chapter 7: Accidents and the existence of specific people.

Turn the page and there is an appendix at the back:
Appendix 1: Wands, the Pure and Ancient Art;

Appendix 2: Excellent service and maintenance;
Appendix 3: Recording History.

These catalogs represent that the Ollivander family has a complete set of mature and rigorous wand systems. They have left the handicraft workshop stage and entered the research on the essence of wands.

Roger couldn't help but touch his nose, his eyes sparkling with excitement: "With this book alone, we can open a wand class at Hogwarts."

However, if he really did this, he would be sued by the International Magical Confederation by all the major wand manufacturers the next day.

"Some knowledge is destined to be spread in a small circle." He sighed softly, "This is probably why wand making is a family tradition."

Roger flipped through it quickly and found Appendix 3 to be the most interesting.

From the birth of the first magic wand to the end of the Mediterranean Golden Age... to the legendary friendship between Merlin and King Arthur...

Every line of text in Appendix 3 records the wizard and his wand, as if telling a forgotten story.

"Albus, Aberforth... Minerva... Snape..." Roger muttered to himself, his fingers sliding over those familiar names. Suddenly, his fingers stopped, "And me?"

Roger couldn't help laughing, "It's like flipping through a phone book."

He enjoyed it so much that he flipped through the pages for a long time before he remembered his goal: to design a magic wand for the goblin.

Thanks to Bellingrum's support to the Ministry of Magic last time, the reputation of goblins in the wizarding world has improved significantly. They have changed from stingy money-grubbers to trustworthy stingy money-grubbers. It is indeed a great progress.

"First of all, goblins don't need to choose wood based on birthdays, nor do they need to study the compatibility of wands." He took out a piece of parchment and wrote down the specific requirements in the upper right corner, "It can trigger spells normally and cannot cast spells on wizards."

"Well, the style must be more luxurious. The shell must be embossed and painted in gold. Then add a few solid silver rings for decoration, and fill the tail with gems."

He stopped writing, admired his design, and then suddenly laughed: "Who said goblins can only have one wand? They deserve better and more."

"The fairy wands must be graded. We don't seek the best, but the most expensive." Rogge pondered for a moment and continued to modify the details of the shell. "Ordinary wood plus water snake horn, the starting price is at least 50 Galleons."

Afterwards, he started on-site production according to the design drawings.

The first relief piece broke, the second piece had a big opening...more than a dozen pieces of wood were wasted before the outer shell was completed.

He carefully cut the polished shell in two, then carefully placed the core according to the instructions in Jonker's wand notes.

Finally, lightly apply a layer of crystal adhesive, and the semi-finished fairy wand is born.

Roger picked up the new wand and compared it with his own. He nodded slightly, with a satisfied look in his eyes: "Well, the magic power response is a bit slow, and the blockage is quite high."

"It's definitely not up to standard for a wizard, but it's just right for a goblin."

"We also need to add softening magic. When the goblin points the wand at the wizard, it has to soften and shrink."

There was a flash of excitement in Roger's eyes about this new spell, but then he became serious again.

"This is no simple task. The charm must be permanent and irremovable. In other words, it must be the core of the wand."

"I'll have to study Ollivander's wandmaking book."

He immediately immersed himself in Ollivander's wand-making book, and the content of the third chapter was eye-opening. With the help of Animagus and Patronus, one can observe the similarities between wizards' psychology and magical animals. In this way, one can locate the wizard's emotional background and determine the most suitable wand core.

"The goblin wand must have the emotion of fear, which is similar to the Boggart. As for the wizard, it becomes the Funny Spell." Roger sat up straight with excitement in his eyes. "Perhaps, I can combine them, or even the mimosa, to create a permanent withering spell embedded in the goblin wand."

Considering that he didn't have the right materials, Roger decided to try again another day and simply withdrew from the Room of Requirement.

When he pushed open the door again, he suddenly returned to the platform. In the distance, a locomotive with white steam was slowly approaching, and the rails were gleaming in the moonlight.

The Thestrals were already pulling their carriages, quietly waiting on the dirt road. The students on the train had no idea that the history of the wizarding world had changed beyond all recognition.

"Hermione didn't go home this Christmas." Daphne took her sister and rode in the same car with Roger. "Did she have a quarrel with her family?"

"Ah, how did you know?"

"You didn't check your mailbox?"

Roger smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head, "Uh... unless the owl comes directly to my door, I always forget to check the mail."

"But you can't blame me for this. You don't know, a lot of things happened during the vacation." He talked about what he saw and heard during the vacation, and the dangers in it made them exclaim in surprise.

In the foyer, a huge glass hourglass came into view, with Slytherin's emerald far ahead, flashing with victory.

On the notice board not far away, last year's flyers and notices were still posted there, one of which reminded the sixth graders to go to the Ministry of Magic to learn Apparition.

"New notice." Everyone gathered around curiously. "It's their employment consultation."

Roger took a quick look and found that all fifth-year students must attend. In the first week of the summer semester, they will have a brief meeting with the dean to discuss future employment.

The specific arrangements are posted in the common rooms of each college, which will undoubtedly take up everyone's valuable study time.

However, this is a must. Schools and professors must arrange their advanced courses for the next two years based on students' employment intentions and OWLs test scores.

Next to the employment consultation notices, flyers from various institutions and companies vied for students’ attention: St. Mungo’s Hospital for Witchcraft and Wizardry, The Daily Prophet, Nimbus Broomstick Manufacturing Company, The Shining Golem House… On the colorful posters, magical creatures were jumping and Quidditch players were flying.

"Fortunately, the Department of Mysteries was not lost, otherwise Ravenclaw would be in trouble." Roger thought secretly and led the Slytherins into the hall. "I wonder if Snape is in the mood to hold a symposium."

"That Lily is so strange." Recalling the battle in the cemetery, his eyes became serious. "What's true can't be false, and what's false can't be true. As long as we remove the Imperius Curse, we will know everything that happened to her."

"By the way, is she dead or alive now?"

There were already some people in the hall, all of whom had not gone home for the Christmas holidays. Hermione noticed Roger and smiled and nodded to greet him.

Ariana next to her cast a curious look. She could feel that the Phoenix scent on Roger was stronger. She even suspected that Fox was worn by him.

Rogge remained calm, as if he sensed nothing.

Time passed by minute by minute, until nine o'clock in the evening, the principal and the deans still hadn't returned. The atmosphere in the auditorium gradually became restless, and the students began to discuss heatedly what might have happened.

"Harry went to see the Dark Lord."

"Ah, when did it happen?"

"Just this morning, I watched it through the Light and Shadow Powder."

"The Dark Lord is in our wizarding world?"

This news was like a bomb that instantly detonated the auditorium. The atmosphere suddenly became tense, many students turned pale, and some even began to tremble.

"Don't worry, Daphne." Roger held her hand under the table. "I saw the headmaster blow up Voldemort."

"It exploded? Really? Did you... you see it with your own eyes?"

"Well, it literally exploded. Bang..." He imitated the sound of an explosion, which made people laugh.

"Ahem..." A low cough suddenly came from the teachers' seats. Professor McGonagall had just returned. She had a serious expression on her face and stood behind the podium, motioning for everyone to be quiet.

"Principal Dumbledore and several professors cannot host dinner tonight due to unexpected circumstances. Now, let's eat."

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling array of delicious dishes appeared on the table. The aroma filled the air, arousing everyone's appetite.

The students, who were already starving, immediately began to eat with relish, as if they wanted to eat away all the previous tension and fear.

"Professor, where's Harry?" A sudden voice sounded, Ron's voice was full of anxiety and worry, "What happened to him?"

The noise stopped abruptly, and everyone's eyes were focused on Professor McGonagall, waiting for her answer.

Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment and said softly, "At present, they are in St..." She paused imperceptibly, "Ministry of Magic, there is no problem with security."

Ron frowned, obviously not satisfied with this vague answer. But under Professor McGonagall's dignified gaze, he did not dare to ask further.

Just when everyone thought the topic had ended, Professor McGonagall spoke again: "Due to the special and sudden nature of the situation, starting tomorrow, I will replace Professor Snape and temporarily take charge of Slytherin College."

"The latest employment information is posted in your common room." Professor McGonagall looked at the long table of the little snakes and noticed the uneasy looks on the students' faces. She quickly added, "Professor Snape's... friend is ill. He needs to take some time off."

Instead of calming the students' doubts, this explanation caused more whispers.

"What, the dean has friends?"

"The Dean couldn't be..." Draco came closer and said to Roger in a low voice: "Defected..."

"Shh, don't think too much." Roger tapped the table lightly, signaling everyone to keep quiet.

"What about our Potions class?"

"Madam Pomfrey will take over temporarily." Professor McGonagall's voice sounded a little tired.

Hearing this arrangement, Roger secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Luckily it wasn't Lupin." He thought to himself, "If the teacher came back and found that his house had been robbed, I'm afraid he would be eager to duel."

At this moment, in the corridor of St. Mungo's Hospital for Wizardry, Snape, Lupin, Sirius and Harry were pacing back and forth anxiously, waiting for the therapist's diagnosis.

"I'm sorry, guys." As soon as the therapist opened his mouth, he found four pairs of fierce, nervous and painful eyes staring at him.

The therapist swallowed and tried to maintain a professional attitude. "The situation is more complicated than we expected." He said carefully, "But don't worry, the injured person's life is saved. But there is other bad news."

(End of this chapter)