A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"But that's not the wand you used." There is no face in the dark hood, but you can feel his eyes staring at your unicorn wand.

He looked in the direction of the Scottish Highlands and said quietly: "It's very interesting."

Jessica discovered that the God of Death was not as scary as in the legend and could also communicate.

So, she asked cautiously: "What wand?"

"A wand I made myself. Elderberry, fifteen inches, capable of controlling death."

Rogge couldn't help but cursed, "It does control death. There will be no good end for its owner."

Elder (elder) is the same as "old" in English, which is also the origin of the name of the Elder Wand.

The Elder Wand has disappeared throughout history, but will always appear again. It is an emotionless prop that always belongs to the winner.

If it could talk, it would definitely say: I just want to be the wife of the county magistrate. As for who the county magistrate is, I don’t care.

Jessica was both proud and worried: "Son, how did you become the master of the Elder Wand?"

"I don't know either." Rogge shook his head firmly, pretending to be ignorant.

"It doesn't matter, it will find fault." Death said mysteriously.

"Aren't you worried that some wizard will break it or sink it into the deep sea?" Rogge asked curiously.

"Haha..." The God of Death let out a weird laugh, "As long as there is duel and victory, it will not disappear.

Breaking or burying it only destroys the appearance. You wizards are the real core of the Elder Wand. "

The words of the God of Death made Rogge feel cold. The Elder Wand is to the magical world what the imperial seal is to the warlords. Even if Death hadn't created it, wizards would have crafted similar things to carry glory and victory.

"Have you thought about the reward?" Death's deep voice was full of temptation.

Jessica was a little moved, but Roger held her hand tightly and shook his head at her.

"Can I ask two questions instead?" Rogge cautiously refused the God of Death.

"Oh?" The God of Death was a little surprised that someone actually refused his reward.

"Okay." Hood nodded slightly.

"Can you take action against the wizard?"

"No." Death shook his head, "But accidents are okay."

He gave a thoughtful smile. Many wizards who have received gifts will lose their lives in a series of accidents.

Rogge took a deep breath. He did not believe that the God of Death would be kind enough to restrain himself. There must be more advanced rules that prevent him from directly intervening in life and death.

Jessica nodded to her son and motioned for him to continue asking.

"Last question, why can some wizards escape death?"

"Magic." Death's answer was simple and direct.

Without explaining much, he turned into a black shadow and disappeared from his eyes.

"Magic?" Rogge muttered, confused by Zhi's answer.

While he was thinking, the surrounding tomb passages made a series of crisp sounds.

These underground passages were first roasted by fierce fire, and then endured the coldness of death. Under the stimulation of the two heavens of ice and fire, cracks began to appear on the walls of the tomb passage.

As the cracks grew, the catacombs were unable to withstand the pressure from above. The tomb passage began to collapse, and large and small stones fell one after another.

At the same time, the city above began to feel inexplicable tremors. Cracks appeared in the streets and structural damage was sustained.

Dust fell from the ceiling of the stone room. Jessica quickly broke the spell and called their names: "Barbara? Fleur?"

The two lost too much blood and fainted again as soon as they woke up. Debris began to fall from the ceiling, and the sound of collapse in the distance became louder and louder.

Rogge's face looked a little ugly. He understood that the situation was not optimistic and he had to escape from this collapsed underground tomb as soon as possible.

"We have to leave quickly!" Jessica's voice was full of anxiety.

Her phantom transport ability is limited and she cannot take three people away at the same time. As for other distant relatives who are still surviving, we can only say that there is nothing we can do.

"Collapse quickly." Rogge sighed.

Apparition is very dangerous, and if you don't do it right, your limbs will be separated. Roger had been putting it off, wanting to wait until his senior year to attend formal courses organized by the Ministry of Magic.

He touched the golden feathers, and the magic power of the portkey was still there. But the distance was too far to send them back to Quidditch Swamp.

"Such a big movement..." Jessica couldn't help but smile bitterly as she listened to the collapse sound in her ears: "We really have to face the pursuit of the French Aurors."

The collapse of the catacombs was essentially caused by the evil rituals of Corvis VI. But their actions were the direct cause of everything.

Corvais is dead, and the French Magical Senate will definitely put the crime on them.

Looking at the increasingly serious collapse around her, Jessica no longer hesitated, "Son, you use rapid collapse to clear the way. After we get out, we use phantom migration to leave France."

"Okay!" Rogge pointed at the ceiling and began to cast the spell.

The wand emits a bright blue light, pointed directly above the ceiling. Under his guidance, a penetrating magic ray penetrated upward at an unstoppable speed.

As the magic started, the ceiling began to shake violently, and the falling gravel collapsed to the ground, kicking up thick dust. Deep cracks appeared in the walls around the tomb passage, and the surrounding air was filled with dust and ashes.

The Rapid Collapse continued its operation, digging out a wide opening that connected the catacombs to the surface. The soil and rocks around the cave entrance were swept away by powerful magic, forming a relatively safe exit. There was a faint scent of magic in the air, making the passage through the cave smoother.

Jessica took the remaining living people and rushed up closely behind her son. They could feel the crumbling of the catacombs more distinctly, the cracks spreading behind them. As the tomb passage collapsed, dust billowed, as if a disaster had erupted.

Rumble, rumble...

The situation in District 14 began to deteriorate, the ground continued to shake, and the buildings in the city began to sink. Cracks appeared on the road, and some even broke into two sections.

People who were sleeping woke up in fear, screamed and fled, and the streets of the city were in chaos.

The wizards from Paris arrived quickly. They walked through the buildings and used magic to prevent the houses from collapsing and the foundations from sinking.

The wizards looked solemn. They knew that this was an emergency and measures must be taken as soon as possible to save the city.

"Director, the entire 14th District is collapsing!" Louis reported to Pierre eagerly.

"Damn it, the underground in Paris has been empty for a long time." Pierre spat on the ground, and then shouted: "The mist is misty!"

A stream of white smoke spurted out from the tip of Pierre's staff and turned into a thick cloud, covering the entire city. Wizards walked through it, protecting the city in secret.

"I hope our actions are not seen by Muggles!" Pierre complained in a low voice, and kept using magic to strengthen the house.

Wizards rode broomsticks through the city, constantly using them to restore them to their original state, and struggling to prevent the foundation from sinking further.

However, all this can only act on the surface and cannot prevent deep collapse.

"We have to find the specific location of the collapse!" Pierre clenched his fists and ordered: "Louis, take someone to find it. Others, follow me!"

"Come out!" Rogge breathed in the air outside. The clouds and mist around him relaxed his tense nerves a little.