A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Austria, an indispensable part of the German Empire.

From Napoleon to the Treaty of Versailles, the Gallic chickens would never tolerate the emergence of Greater Germany.

Even though Germany and Austria were both Germanic barbarians with the same blood flowing in their bodies, they had to become two families and maintain an extremely complicated relationship.

When a group of French people showed up in Vienna and sat at the opera house to watch Richard Strauss's Der Rosenkavalier, there was a sense of dark humor.

After all, the German musician once wrote in a letter: My music has Austrian roots.

Fortunately, the French people who appreciate opera are wizards, so the situation is slightly better.

Rogge sat in the box with everyone, enjoying European dramas. He clapped and applauded along with everyone else, which seemed a bit lame.

Roger looked at his mother. Jessica was discussing excitedly with Barbara, laughing from time to time.

"Oh, forgive me." Rogge admitted that his soul was an artistic desert and fell back, hoping to get over it quickly.

He originally thought that after arriving in Austria, he could go directly to the Alps. Whether it's swimming, camping, barbecue...it's all far more interesting than the opera in front of you.

Fleur's sister Gabriel suddenly nudged him with her little finger. Her big eyes flashed and her tone was very cute: "I saw you guys at night."

"What night?"

"The day the house shook." Gabrielle tugged on Roger's clothes, "Why was everyone lying on the lawn?"

Rogge's heart beat faster. How could he forget about Gabrielle. It was midnight, and this kid didn't sleep well.

"Kid, you must have seen it wrong."

"Tch, you are the brat!" Gabrielle pouted unhappily and then ignored him.

She immediately thought of something and jumped down from the stool: "I want to tell my sister."

"Go, go." Rogge said casually. A kid at this age will do whatever he is not allowed to do.

Gabrielle's eyes rolled around and she turned to stare at Rogge: "Then I'll go..."

She paused for a moment and found that Rogge didn't stop her. Instead, he nodded quickly and watched the performance helplessly.

Rogge waved his hand nonchalantly, telling the little one to hurry up. There was no evidence anyway, and besides, he had already left Paris.

"Sister, Rogge bullied me!" Gabrielle cried as she threw herself into Fleur's arms.

She suddenly started sobbing, and her big eyes were wet with tears, which made people feel distressed.

"Shh~" Fu Rong signaled her sister to be quiet, "After the opera is over, my sister will avenge you, okay?"

"Yeah!" Gabrielle nodded quickly, glanced at Roger provocatively, and returned to her seat with her head held high.

Rogge pouted, wanting to tell Gabrielle that your sister can't beat me. However, she was worried that the little ghost would cause trouble to others, so she allowed her to be complacent.

"Although it is a performance choreographed by a group of Muggles, it does not have any magical effects, but it is impressive." Barbara praised, "Alas, it is a pity that the wizarding world lacks excellent theatrical performances."

"It seems like there really is one." Rogge's words attracted everyone's attention.

They looked at Rogge in disbelief, including his mother. Their expressions seemed to ask, do you really know what good theater performance is?

"Really." Rogge straightened up. "Last year there was a theatrical performance at the Christmas party at Hogwarts. Harry Potter played the heroine in the love story between a wizard and a vampire."

"Who?" Jessica was stunned for a moment, "Harry Potter? Why is he the heroine?"

"What's wrong, Jessica?" Barbara asked in confusion.

"Harry is a boy."

"boy?"

Everyone paused and immediately laughed: "It sounds very interesting."

"Maybe it would be cute if a boy dressed as a girl."

Barbara suddenly looked at Rogge. Rogge's eyes widened and he shook his head quickly: "There is no way I can act!"

"How about letting Fleur dress up as a boy, maybe it will be cuter."

"I don't want it!"

Fleur said as she waved her magic wand, a lady's hat appeared on Roger's head, and the box was filled with cheerful laughter.

Saying goodbye to the high art of the Opera House, Roger could finally welcome the breath of nature.

At the foothills of the Alps, the Delacour family has a small villa. It is located on the lakeside in a beautiful environment and away from the hustle and bustle.

"There is a Muggle resort over there," Mr. Delacour whispered. "It's a completely different life."

"Dad, I'm going, I'm going!" Gabrielle yelled, grabbing Delacour's sleeve and shaking it.

The little girl completely forgot about asking her sister to take revenge and kept acting coquettishly.

"How about asking my sister to take you there?" Furong knelt down and picked up her sister.

"Huh." Delacour breathed a long sigh of relief and handed the Muggle coins that he had prepared long ago to Fleur.

"Roger, are you willing to go with us?" Fleur invited.

"Sister, let's go... I don't want to be with this annoying brat!" Gabrielle shook Fleur's arm and pulled Fleur away.

Rogge touched his nose, but he didn't expect Gabrielle to hold a grudge.

"You go ahead, Roger wants to go out with me." Jessica suddenly interrupted.

Rogge looked at his mother in confusion and read out a place name from her mouth: Nurmengard.

"Barbara, we'll be back tonight."

"Would you like to prepare dinner for you?"

"No thanks."

Mr. Delacour saw the others leaving and immediately embraced Barbara. The undisturbed world of the two and the beautiful Alps made Mr. Delacour unable to help himself and full of passion.

On the other side, Roger was walking in the mountains with his mother.

Rogge asked doubtfully, "Mom, are we going to Nurmengard?"

"That's right." Jessica nodded, "Your principal hired a werewolf as a professor, which is completely unacceptable."

Jessica waved her wand, parting the lush bushes ahead.

She complained: "I have already told Dumbledore. If the new professor, the werewolf named Lupin, causes any trouble, I will personally select a reliable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for you."

"Gehlot Grindelwald?" Rogge whispered, "You are trying to remove the word 'defense'."

"It's not impossible."

"Would he agree? Legally speaking, he is still a criminal..."

"The International Magical Federation has verified that Grindelwald's physical condition is very bad and he may not live for many years.

Is a dying old man more dangerous than a mature werewolf? "

"As long as he doesn't touch the wand, in principle, Grindelwald can leave Nurmengard."

Jessica stopped, and the two of them stared at the mountains in the distance.

There is a steep tower, full of majesty and mystery, rising high among the Alps. It is like a huge black sword, piercing the sky and standing firm.

The design of the entire tower is extremely sharp and sharp. Its outer wall is made of dark black boulders, which makes it appear indestructible. It has a solid feeling of solidity, as if it is an inviolable fortress.

In 1945, Grindelwald was defeated by Dumbledore. From then on, he was imprisoned in the topmost cell of the prison he built.

There is a magic that prohibits disembodiment here. It is unattended and runs completely automatically by magic.

Rogge and Jessica walked to the entrance of Nurmengard. Among the lush vines, Grindelwald's famous words could be faintly seen: For the greater good.