A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Rogge looked at himself in the mirror. He was dressed in gorgeous clothes, making his whole person look particularly luxurious and elegant. He frowned, this dress was a bit too luxurious.

The clerk walked around Rogge twice and nodded with satisfaction. Ryder Tailor Shop has served many wizards, and even the descendants of the Sun King have difficulty wearing this effect.

However, he was more concerned about whether the other party could afford it: "Sir, Chenghui is 300 galleons."

"How much?" Rogge couldn't help but widen his eyes and felt a little incredible. He felt that the price was too high for a dress.

The clerk noticed Rogge's dissatisfaction. He smiled broadly and handed over a gold-plated price list: "This is our price. We will never increase the price just because you are a British wizard."

Roger took the price list and read it carefully. As the clerk said, this was the normal price.

Fleur had already taken out her purse and was ready to pay. Just as the clerk was about to take it, he was interrupted by Roger. Although I can rely on my face to make a living, I don’t want to be taken care of by others!

"Thank you, I just didn't expect France's consumption to be so high." Rogge threw the money to the clerk and asked, "Is this dress a fixed size?"

"Of course." The clerk proudly pulled the collar, "Lyder Tailoring Shop will definitely tailor the clothes to fit you. We never use magic to ensure a perfect fit.

We firmly believe that wearing such a dress can make you shine at the party. "

"I believe you, you bastard, profiteer!" Rogge cursed in his heart.

He admitted that the design, materials and texture of this dress were excellent, but he would still grow taller. Customizing such an expensive one-time dress is really a bit of a luxury.

"Roger, you don't need to pay." After walking out of the tailor shop, Fleur handed him the purse.

"Calculate your tuition fees." Rogge thought for a moment and took the money bag.

"Tuition fee? What tuition fee?" Furong looked at him doubtfully.

Rogge chuckled and explained: "I teach you how to protect yourself. As long as you learn it, Aunt Barbara won't have to drag me to fight for the inheritance."

"But... but my mother..." Fleur lowered her head shyly and hesitated.

"No need to, the God-calling Guard is easy to learn." Rogge looked around the Champs Elysées. There were too many Muggles here, so it was not a good place to learn magic.

"Are there any parks around? I will teach you now and keep what you have learned before dinner."

"How about the Luxembourg Garden in District 6?" Fleur saw Rogge nodding and walked towards the park.

The two of them strolled along the avenue of huge sycamore trees, and the sunlight cast dappled light spots through the leaves. Sculptures and fountains can be seen everywhere in the park, and there is even a small Statue of Liberty.

Rogge stood in front of the statue of the goddess and muttered: "Is this genuine?"

Fleur looked at him in confusion, unable to answer this question for Muggles.

The two walked to the small lake. The water was as calm as a mirror, reflecting the surrounding trees and buildings. Roger set a Muggle-repelling spell to avoid causing trouble.

"Calling God Guard is a high-level magic, but it can be used as long as the emotion is enough. In the UK, its greatest role is to resist dementors.

When performing it, you need to concentrate on it and recall your happiest time. "

"The happiest day?" Fleur recalled the past and couldn't help but smile.

"Very good, it seems you have found that memory." Rogge nodded, "Now take out the wand and close your eyes. Concentrate all your attention and think about that happy time."

The expression on Fleur's face was a bit complicated, with distress and happiness intertwined. She stood there quietly, trying to only think of happy times, and her whole person exuded an aura of happiness.

"Let that memory wrap around you and be completely immersed in it." Rogge's tone was distant and appropriate, with a hypnotic feeling.

Fleur felt a kind of power welling up from the bottom of her heart, and she raised her wand unconsciously.

Rogge's eyes lit up, he didn't expect her magic talent to be so outstanding. Ordinary wizards need to spend a lot of time to master the God-calling Guard.

However, this also depends on everyone’s experience. If there is only pain and anger in life, or if the memory of joy and happiness is not strong enough, then you cannot use the guardian spirit.

"Fleur, your magic talent is really outstanding. Do you feel very close to that happy memory now?" Rogge guided.

Fleur nodded, recalling that wonderful time with emotion.

Rogge continued to encourage: "Now, let the power of joy pass through, and then recite the spell."

At Rogge's reminder, Fleur whispered the spell, and the tip of the staff emitted silvery white light.

"Very good, Fleur, keep this feeling, don't let it disappear. Stay stable and let your emotions be stronger..." Before Rogge could finish speaking, the light from the tip of Fleur's staff disappeared like a soap bubble. .

"Broken? Strange." Rogge frowned, not knowing what went wrong.

Fleur was a little nervous. She wondered if she had done something wrong: "Failed?"

"Consider it half successful. Let's try again and see if there are any minor problems."

Fleur nodded, she prepared again, and the tip of the staff glowed silvery white again. When the light reaches its peak, it disappears again for no reason.

"Try again." Rogge signaled Fleur to continue. He stood aside and watched the spell casting process carefully.

"There is no problem with the spell or movement. It seems that the cause of the interruption lies with herself."

Rogge recalled the knowledge related to the God-calling Guard and asked: "Have you ever killed anyone with black magic?"

"No! No!" Fleur shook her head quickly.

"That's weird! Logically speaking, there is no reason for this..."

"Could it be related to my memories?" Fleur asked softly.

"Oh! Can you tell me?"

"Yes." Fleur nodded, "When I was happiest, my father took me to play in a Muggle amusement park. Their toys were so novel, I had never seen them before."

Fleur recalled her childhood, laughing and having an unforgettable time with her father.

"What happened next?" Rogge asked curiously.

"Later, my mother found us and took us back." Fu Rong said this, feeling depressed.

"Have you never been there again?"

"No." Fleur shook her head, "After school, my father has to take care of Gabrielle after get off work, and my mother won't let me go to Muggle Paradise."

"Aunt Barbara is so strict." After listening to Fleur's memories, Roger understood why she couldn't fully use the God-calling Guard.

When Furong used Soul Calling Guard, everything started fine. But as the memories flowed, Barbara would appear in her mind.

The happy time was short, but unexpectedly it was cut off.

"How about I take you to an amusement park?" Rogge suggested.

It is impossible to continue that happy memory, but it is possible to replace it with a new happy memory.

"Really?" Fleur asked in surprise, "I mean, will it be useful?"

"Try it. Our emotions can affect the magic effect. A trip to the amusement park can make your memories richer."

"But that amusement park has been demolished. Doesn't it seem a bit childish for me to go now?" Fleur hesitated.

"If the old doesn't go, the new won't come. We can go to a less childish Muggle amusement park."

Fleur, at Roger's suggestion, asked the Muggles in the park. I learned from them that there is a newly opened Disneyland in the Marne Valley.