A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Lockhart stood up and shook his purple robe. He took out the announcement he had just written and cleared his throat.

Seeing this scene, Rogge obviously knew that Lockhart was going to talk endlessly, and he quickly prepared to leave: "Professor, I haven't finished my speech yet, so I have to leave first."

"Wait a minute, I have to tell you this!" Lockhart always felt that Rogge looked down on him and thought he was not qualified to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

However, he wanted Rogge to realize today that he was wrong. He pulled Rogge and began to make a passionate introduction: "Principal Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard in the wizarding world today. When he learned that I once broke out of the Snake Cave of Borneo alone, he specially invited me Open a dueling club.”

"Specially invited?" Lot raised an eyebrow and looked at him. Did you get sick because you didn't take medicine?

"Yes, specially invited!" Lockhart was afraid that Rogge wouldn't believe it. He opened his eyes and emphasized again and again, "Except for me, no other professor has the ability to teach you. Some people say that Flitwick is a duel champion, but he picked it up. .”

"Rogg, you must understand that I have never participated in a duel competition, otherwise I must have countless championship titles. Of course, I am not someone who likes honors that much..."

"Professor, let's get down to business." Rogge interrupted him quickly as his head hurt.

"I think you should go back to your normal classes. You can keep my autograph." Lockhart looked good for him.

Ever since Roger stopped coming to Defense Against the Dark Arts class, all Slytherin had been suspicious of him.

"Compared to books, my practical demonstrations will be more lively and interesting. I believe that my unique teaching method can help you learn how to face dark creatures and defeat dark wizards."

Rogge's face couldn't help but twitch. How thick-skinned it must be to say these words. Practical demonstrations and unique teaching methods? That was obviously a theatrical performance.

"Thank you Professor for your kindness." Roger remained polite and even showed an ugly smile.

"I've benefited a lot from your books, but I'm looking forward to the Christmas show even more. I heard that you formed the Magic Drama Club yourself?"

"Of course, I promise that it will be the most magical theatrical performance in the entire magical world." Lockhart waved his hands and started to perform like an actor: "I will go on stage in person to let you feel immersed in how to face vampires."

He raised his head and couldn't help laughing when he said something proud. He told the script happily, as if he saw countless audiences applauding him. They sent cheers and flowers, and the whole magical world was talking about him.

But when Lockhart finished his boastful speech, he looked back and found that Rogge had already left the office at some point. Lockhart's face suddenly fell, and he looked at the empty room with embarrassment.

After Rogge left, he felt like he was surviving a disaster. Merlin is here, so the curse of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class will take effect soon! At best he could be a bard, but he chose to be a professor at Hogwarts. It's like dancing in a pit, looking for death.

In recent days, rumors in the school have become more widespread. Everyone was frantically looking for all kinds of talismans, rabbit's feet, amethysts, horseshoes... all kinds of useful and useless things were hung all over their bodies, looking even crazier than Luna.

If the person who has changed the most has to be Ron. He put on a brand new school uniform, used brand new textbooks, and threw away all the old things. He became confident and flamboyant, walking around campus with his rocket crossbow.

There were bursts of admiration and praise around him. No one said that the Weasley family was poor, and no one ridiculed him for being second-hand.

The first day he got his new wand, he practiced with Scabbers. He waved his wand and various spells were cast upon it. If Harry hadn't stopped him in time, Scabbers would have been blown to pieces.

"Ron, can't you change the target of your spell?" Harry complained to him, holding the textbook under his arm.

"I didn't mean it." Ron defended in a low voice, "It must be fine, you see..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Banban came back from suspended animation. It looked at Ron in fear, got under the wardrobe and never came out again.

"Okay, let's go to class quickly. I don't want to deduct points for being late." Harry didn't care too much, just thinking that Ron was too excited to receive the new wand.

Although he envied Ron's rocket crossbow, Nimbus 2000 was already very good. What's more, this was given to him by Professor McGonagall, which is far more precious than other broomsticks.

Before leaving, he hesitated and decided to put on the protective glasses given by Rogge. Ron snorted coldly, his resistance evident in his words.

Tom Riddle took Ron back to the memory of 50 years ago and witnessed the process of Hagrid's expulsion. Hagrid was his friend and Ron didn't believe he would hurt anyone. However, he did not believe that the glasses given by Rogge had any effect.

"These glasses will only make you more dangerous! The real amulet is blood, and the things in the secret chamber will not harm pure-blood wizards." Tom Riddle once wrote in his diary.

"That's right, that little Death Eater doesn't have good intentions. Be wary of him." Ron felt that he was pretending, completely unaware that Riddle's words were like poison, corroding his soul.

"Hey, where's that diary?" Harry looked at the desk and remembered that he took it back to the dormitory and put it here.

"Diary? You mean the one found in the bathroom?" Ron was a little nervous.

"Yes, why is it missing?"

Ron looked at Harry, speechless for a moment. Riddle's diary taught him many spells during this period. If Harry knew about it, would he still let him use it?

Riddle knew about Harry from somewhere, and heard that he and Harry were roommates, so he often asked about Harry's news. Will the diary stop paying attention to him because the other person is Harry?

"Oh...it seems I accidentally threw it away." Ron was a little flustered and his eyes flickered. He pretended to look through the desk to help Harry find it, but his eyes kept glancing at the pillows on the bed.

"My father has searched many dangerous magic books. Maybe the diary escaped on its own." Ron kept looking for reasons.

"I just bought some new notebooks. You can use them." Ron opened the drawer, grabbed a few brand-new notebooks and gave them to Harry.

"This..." Harry looked at him and asked hesitantly: "You won't rent out Scabbers, right?"

"Of course not!" Ron was a little angry, "Harry, you have to believe me, I earned all this money myself! Even if I want Malfoy's money, I won't want Travis' money."

After saying that, Ron took out a purse full of gold galleons and showed it to Harry, at least a thousand galleons.

"Where did you get so many Galleons?" Harry asked in surprise.

"There are many Acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest, and I sell their venom to the pharmacist in Hogsmeade." Ron was vague, not wanting to reveal too much.

"Have you been to the village?"

"Well, let's go to class quickly!" Ron quickly changed the subject.

The spell taught by Riddle is very useful. He can control the Acromantula to commit suicide. Then, you can extract the precious spider venom yourself. He took advantage of the silence of the night and sold the venom to the black marketeers in Hogsmeade Village through the secret passage behind the Whomping Willow.

Ron didn't think it was dangerous. He was eager to prove that he was no worse than anyone else.

In Professor Flitwick's Charms class, Hermione carefully ran over and sat next to Rogge. She secretly took out a book and showed it to Roger. One page was torn out.

"I found it in the library. It was torn up in advance." Hermione lowered her voice and said warily, "If I guess correctly, the torn page recorded key information about the green snake."

Hermione was still frightened because she had taken it out secretly behind Mrs. Pince's back. If Mrs. Pingsi is caught stealing books, I'm afraid I'll have to say goodbye to the library.

Rogge was stunned when he looked at the missing page. If he remembered correctly, Quirrell had gone to the library to look up how to hatch a basilisk. During that time, Mrs. Pince complained almost every day that Quirrell had given many books a garlic smell.

"It's Quirrell."

"Quirrell..." Hermione's face turned pale. How could he still show up at school after he was dead?

"Is it a ghost? But except for Peeves, ghosts can't move objects."

"Remember the last Defense Against the Dark Arts class last school year?" Roger reminded.

"You mean, it was a basilisk that attacked Colin?" Hermione had a good memory and quickly recalled the content of that lesson.

Rogge asked him about Haierbo at that time, and Quirrell introduced them to the basilisk and the Horcrux. A green snake-like creature with slender fangs, almost exactly the same as Colin's description.

"That's not right. Quirrell said that the eyes of the basilisk can kill any creature that looks directly at it. Loris and Colin were both petrified and not dead."

"None of them looked directly at the basilisk." Rogge lowered his voice and avoided Professor Flitwick's gaze.

"Colin saw it through the camera, and Loris saw it through the reflection in the water. I think the principal asked me to make protective glasses because he was worried that the basilisk would appear again."

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise. It turned out that the principal had known that it was a basilisk that committed the crime: "In that case, why not catch it?"

"Maybe the principal is still unsure of the location of the secret room. If the basilisk suddenly appears..."

Hermione gasped and looked at the protective glasses on the table. No wonder the principal wanted to equip everyone with a pair.

"How could it live for so long? The Chamber of Secrets was built a thousand years ago!" Hermione couldn't believe it was true, but the fact was before her eyes, and she couldn't help but believe it.

The two men whispered about the possibilities, Flitwick standing over a book teaching new spells.

He waved his magic wand, and the books in front of him kept scrolling: "The world is spinning, this is the new spell you are going to learn in this class. Who wants to give it a try?"

After Flitwick finished speaking about the spells and spell-casting actions, he instinctively looked at Hermione. She is usually the first to raise her hand to answer. But today Hermione frowned, looking lost in thought, and did not raise her hand. This spell is very simple, why is she so uncharacteristic of herself?

"Where are the others?" Flitwick looked away from Hermione and felt his scalp tingle when he saw Ron's raised hand.

During the last class practice, Ron's bandage wand collapsed and hit him directly between the eyebrows. At that time, a big green bag bulged out and was beating. That scene is still vivid in my mind.

"Okay, Ron, give it a try." Professor Flitwick decided to give him a chance.

He jumped down from the pile of books, fearing that he would be accidentally injured again. Others also leaned back in fear, and many picked up books to cover their faces.

Ron pouted, a little angry at everyone's fear and distrust. He pulled out a brand new wand and assured Flitwick: "Professor, my wand will definitely not fly around this time."

After saying that, he grabbed the book in front of him and threw it into the sky: "The world is spinning!"

The brick-thick book began to spin at high speed after being hit, hitting Rogge directly on the opposite side. Ron puffed up his chest proudly and glanced at Hermione next to Roger, as if to demonstrate that he had surpassed him.

Rogge keenly caught something coming. He didn't move away, but rushed forward with his fist raised.

With a sharp look in his eyes, he clenched his right fist and pulled out a shadow in mid-air. The dragon's blood greatly increased his physical strength, making his fists very powerful.

boom!

As the fist hit its target, a dull bang echoed in the classroom. The entire book collapsed on the spot, and countless papers flew in the air.

There was a burst of exclamation from all around, is this power still human?

"It looks like a monster!"

"I guess he could give Hagrid a run for his money?"

"The big guy with the gruff voice?"

"it's him!"

Rogge frowned slightly, with a cold look in his eyes, staring at Ron through countless papers. The other party didn't give in, and their eyes collided.

"Ron, sit down!" Professor Flitwick waved his wand and repaired the book.

He handed the book to Ron and scolded sternly: "Ten points from Gryffindor."

Harry secretly gave Ron a thumbs up, feeling a little excited and even wanted to shout: Well done.

The rest of the class was dull and depressing, and most students couldn't wait to run out of the classroom after class. But they didn't leave either. They all gathered around the door of the classroom, wanting to see the outcome of the confrontation between Rogge and Weasley.

"The scene just now was so exciting, fists! Did you see it? It was like a fortress!"

"He's always been violent, do you remember Lee Jordan?"

"That senior wizard with dreadlocks?"

"Yes, that's him. He was repaired by Roger last year. Do you think Weasley can stand up and walk out of the classroom in a while?"

"It's hard to say. After all, Professor Flitwick is still here."

"But Dean McGonagall was also present last year, and he beat Li Qiaodan to pieces."

"Then we've finished beating Li Jordan. Besides, Weasley was careless just now."

"Accidentally? I think he did it on purpose."

"It could also be intentional and careless."

Professor Flitwick stood on the pile of books, scratching his hair in distress. The professors had discussed Roger, and everyone agreed that he had psychological problems. He prefers fists to spells, and it is rare to see him playing pranks on his classmates with his wand.

"Travis, I want to challenge you!" Ron waved his wand and pointed it at Roger's head.

"You? Weasley, you still want to challenge our president?" Malfoy immediately stood up and laughed loudly, as if he had heard the funniest thing in the world.

"Why, are you scared? Don't you dare to accept the challenge? The Duel Club is in the evening, do you dare to come!" Weasley raised his voice and everyone heard it.

"You are too weak and not worthy of being my opponent. Let the people behind you come out." Rogge stood up and stared at him coldly.

"What's the person behind you?" Ron swallowed, feeling a little guilty, "I don't understand what you're talking about! Don't make excuses. If you're scared, just say it."

"The person behind? Is it his brother?" The students around him were all guessing who it was.

"It's possible that he has three older brothers in school. Percy is a candidate for student union president, and Roger may not be able to win."

"The curse may not be certain, but the fists will definitely hit you."

People outside were talking a lot, but they didn't guess who they were talking about. No one knew why their feud was so deep, but someone mentioned that Ron was admitted to the school hospital last school year.

"Afraid? Weasley, are you prepared to die in a magic duel with me?" Rogge picked up the book and looked at Flitwick.

"Professor, does the school allow death duels?"

"No, absolutely not allowed." Flitwick immediately shook his head, how could the school allow this to happen.

"What a pity." There was obvious disappointment in Rogge's tone.

"Wha...what, death awareness? Rogge is just scaring, right?"

The students around him took a breath of air. Rogge's words sounded as if he could kill them instantly if given permission.

"How about you give it a try?"

"No, absolutely don't! If you are his opponent, you will definitely end up having a hard time."

"I heard that he killed a giant monster last year."

"Your information is out of date. During the summer vacation, he ran into three poaching wizards."

"Poaching wizard? You...where did you hear that?"

"It was published in the Grapevine. Three dark wizards, two died and one escaped."

Those deep black eyes were as penetrating as ice, as if they had seen through everything about him. Ron felt the air around him being squeezed out, making it a little difficult to breathe.

"Duel Club? I remember it." Rogge stood up and left, followed by Malfoy and the others.

Harry couldn't help but feel worried. Ron's recent behavior is very abnormal, and he seems to be under some kind of bewitchment.

Harry said softly to Ron: "Don't go tonight. It's not too late to find an opportunity another day."

"No, I must defeat him! He punched me, and I want to return it!" Ron looked ugly and insisted on his idea.

Hermione sighed, wondering why he wanted to challenge Roger. The Acromantula, which others could not fight alone, was as fragile as an ant in front of Rogge.

Death awareness is not Rogge's arrogant words, it is just his truth. Unfortunately, the truth always hurts.

Ron has changed a lot recently, and his brothers and sisters have all seen it. Ginny was very worried when she heard about this and quickly went to discuss it with Percy.

In her eyes, George and Fred only knew how to play pranks and were completely unreliable. She really didn't know who to ask for help except Percy.

"You said they had a conflict in the afternoon?" Percy rubbed his forehead and comforted Ginny not to worry.

He suspected that Ron had met some bad guy, otherwise how could he have gotten so much money. Especially the rocket crossbow, before the magic carpet ban is lifted, you can only buy it in person.

"He won't borrow money from those vampires!" Percy said worriedly.

"Vampire?" Ginny looked at her brother in confusion, "Professor Kettlebo's vampire?"

"No, it's those goblins from Gringotts! They secretly lend money at usury, and the interest rates are terrible."

"What? Loan shark?" Ginny's eyes widened.

I didn’t expect it to be 400,000 words already. Can you please give me a monthly pass? (〃'▽'〃)