Chapter 38 Wand and EMP

Roger Travis

When you read this letter, I think you have grasped your own magic wand again. Sandalwood, unicorn heartstrings, twelve inches, very tough. These characteristics determine that this wand is extraordinary, and also indicate that its owner will do something great in the future.

During the time I was in contact with you in Diagon Alley, I can tell that you will become an extremely good wizard in the future. The unfortunate experience did not stain the wizard's noble soul.

You behave calmly and independently, but of course you have some shortcomings, such as your inability to withstand Mr. Erwin's tireless sales.

As you may already know, wand management for unschooled wizards is not 100% enforceable. Even full of resentment towards me, why did I just confiscate your wand?

Forgive me kid, the unicorn heartstring in this wand involves an event 60 years ago, and I had to hold it to confirm again.

I apologize to you, and I hope you understand that waiting is a rare virtue.

I entrusted the elf to send you a copy of the handbook on how I learned the art of transfiguration, hoping to provide you with a little help in your future magic path.

Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall

After Rogge read this letter, his dissatisfaction with Professor McGonagall disappeared. But it's getting late, so I have to hurry up and write a letter back.

He picked up the quill and filled three pieces of paper for Jessica. Then skillfully use magic to control the camera and take your own magic photos.

It's a pity that there is no Polaroid in the magic world, and the film needs to be treated with special chemicals before it can move. Rogge couldn't help but think that if he could make a corresponding magic version based on future digital cameras and Polaroids, it would definitely be a big seller in the magic world.

He wrote down his thoughts in a book, wrapped up the negatives and letters, and quickly ran out with the bag in hand.

"Sorry!" Rogge hurried into the common room and almost bumped into the freshmen coming from the other direction.

"It's okay." Daphne smiled. She had waist-length pale golden hair that shone softly under the light. His clear blue eyes sparkled with curiosity, and he clearly recognized the other person as Rogge, who was feasting at the banquet.

"Who are you?" Rogge looked at the witch who was slightly taller than him and had no impression of her at all.

"My name is Daphne Greengrass, a pureblood like you."

"It's too late, hurry up and leave." Rogge nodded and looked at the clock in the lounge. The curfew will be in 10 minutes!

Roger rushed into the courtyard angrily and released Seiler from the bag.

"Saylor, did you see the west tower? That's the shack where you live." He fed some of the rations he had brought with him and handed the letter to the owl.

"Send the letter to Jessica. If you get a reply, you can come to me in the auditorium, or send it to Slytherin's public mailbox." In Rogge's shout, Seiler pierced the night sky like a white arrow, and in the blink of an eye Then disappeared.

"So fast!" Daphne closed the cage and looked at Roger's handbag curiously: "What is this?"

"A bag that can hold magical creatures, also called a bag." Rogge showed it and raised his wrist: "Hey, is it broken?"

"What about this?" Daphne pointed to the thing on Roger's wrist, which looked like a watch.

"Why is the electronic watch broken?" Rogge patted it vigorously, but there was no response.

"Muggle things?" She frowned, and when Roger nodded, he kindly reminded: "Hogwarts will make all Muggle electrical things useless."

"What! There is this kind of magic? Isn't that EMP..." Rogge opened his mouth wide, and all the Muggle equipment he brought was immediately useless.

"EMP? Is that a Muggle word?"

"Ang, electronic pulse..." Rogge seemed a little hopeless, and he increasingly felt that the magical world was not necessarily more advanced than the outside world.

"I think if we don't hurry up, we'll be too late." Daphne shook the silver pocket watch on her palm, it was going to be curfew soon.

The two looked at each other and ran towards the academy crazily. They don't want to be caught by the administrator on the first day of school.

"Almost! Just almost!" Filch sighed regretfully, watching helplessly as the two little wizards disappeared around the corner of the passage at the last second.

Roger and Daphne rushed into the common room exhausted, gasping and laughing. "It was too dangerous. We were just about to be caught."

"We will be deducted points when the time comes." Daphne covered her heaving chest and had to admit that it was really exciting and fun.

"See you tomorrow, Miss Daphne!"

"Mr. Rogge, please remember my full name?" Daphne suddenly spoke and reminded: "Greengrass."

"Okay, Miss Greengrass. Good night!"

"Good night!" Daphne looked at Roger's back and walked quickly towards the girls' dormitory.

"Ah, a good day starts with sleeping!" Rogge jumped on the bed. He was looking forward to the magical life that would begin tomorrow.

Early the next morning, he rarely woke up early. I patted the silent siren alarm clock next to the bed. This big toy that imitated the Spongebob alarm clock was just useless.

"I also want to live a life without Merlin!"

He finished washing and put on his school robe and tie. After checking the textbooks and wands, head to the Great Hall for breakfast.

"Good morning, Hermione!" Roger waved to say hello to Hermione at the Gryffindor table. Unexpectedly, our Miss Granger came first.

"Hmph." Hermione snorted, but she still couldn't forget that she lost to Ron because Rogge went to Slytherin.

He watched Hermione pick up the plate and turn around, and asked in his mind: Who provoked Miss Granger again? It's really hard to understand a girl's mind, even if she is only 11 years old.

Hermione was even more angry when she saw Roger sitting down to eat calmly. She ate the rest quickly, left the auditorium without looking back with her textbook, and went to read somewhere.

Rogge was a little embarrassed, but with Hermione's personality as a study-mad person, maybe after finishing her self-study in the morning, her anger would be gone by the time of the Transfiguration class.

"Good morning, Roger." Elena looked at Roger in surprise, "I didn't expect our Mr. Sleeping Beauty to wake up so early."

"Good morning, Elena!" Rogge nodded, looking at the groups of Ravenclaw students, he couldn't help but sigh that they were really hardworking. While other colleges are still fast asleep, the eaglets have already come to the auditorium early.

"Elena, what class do you have this morning?" Rogge asked curiously.

"Professor Snape's Potions class." Elena whispered, her voice a little nervous. "I heard from the prefect that the Potions class is in the dungeon. The glass jars on the entire wall are filled with animal specimens."

"Elena, don't be afraid." Rogge reassured the little witch, "Aside from being partial, our dean is a very nice person."

Rogge is not flattering Snape, looking at the entire story of Harry Potter. Except for his excessive preference for Harry, Snape was pretty good to other students.

"Let me tell you a secret." Rogge lowered his head and secretly leaned into Elena's ear, "I heard that Snape's patron saint is related to Gryffindor."

"Ah? A lion?" Elena's eyes widened and she asked curiously, "It's so amazing. Dean Slytherin's patron saint is actually a lion?"

"No, no, no, I just said it was related to Gryffindor, not a lion." Rogge said with a bad smile. If Elena investigated Snape's green years, her jaw would definitely drop.

In the dungeon, Snape was sorting out the potions and sneezed for no reason. He touched his nose and didn't know that his little snake was trying to undermine him behind his back.

"Good morning, Roger." Daphne walked over with a large group of girls and saw Roger leaving his female companion and sitting over.

"You don't always sleep during the day, do you?" Daphne stared at his profile. It would be hard for anyone to forget the sleepy and gluttonous little wizard during the sorting ceremony.

"You actually ate so much?" She couldn't believe her eyes. Did she see it wrong yesterday?

"It's really because of the potion." Rogge explained to Daphne and said helplessly, "The effect of yesterday's potion has worn off. I will only become sleepy and gluttonous after drinking the potion in the morning."

"Ah! Does that mean you have to sleep in Potions class?" Daphne looked at him worriedly.