Chapter 388 Who wants your smelly socks? (6K)

Dumbledore's appearance did not seem to surprise Rogge too much. It was as if he had already expected that his principal might appear at this moment. After all, when it comes to another phoenix, you can never be too careful.

Whether it is the mysterious Baba Yaga or Kashchei who appears later, they are not characters that ordinary Aurors can deal with. As for Bathsheda who came with her, her spell power was not even as powerful as her own students.

Dumbledore stepped forward slowly, his silver beard shining in the light of magic. His eyes stayed on the phoenix egg and acorn for a moment, and then turned to the wand in Rogge's hand.

"Roger, where did you learn the Unforgivable Curse?" His voice was low and powerful, making it difficult to understand his emotions.

In his opinion, Phoenix is ​​far less important than Rogge's learning situation and mental state. He could not imagine and find it difficult to accept that an outstanding wizard from Hogwarts would take the path of a dark wizard.

"Huh?" Rogge was stunned for a moment, obviously Dumbledore's question was beyond his expectation.

"Is how I learned the Unforgivable Curse more important than the phoenix egg in my hand?" Rogge's heart was slightly touched, and his resistance to the principal was reduced a lot.

"Headmaster, I found this spell in Professor Green's manuscript." Rogge quickly put the responsibility on Grindelwald, who always made him cheat him, and now he is using him to support him.

Rogge would certainly not reveal his secret to Dumbledore: his magical knowledge came partly from the teachings at Hogwarts and partly from the books of the Moscow Ministry of Magic.

As he answered, he took out two volumes of manuscripts from his robe, covered with gilded floral covers. The two volumes are Mein Kampf and My Confession. After Grindelwald entrusted him with his memoirs, he had been looking for the right opportunity and a capable publisher to publish it.

As the Dark Lord who once cast a shadow over the entire European continent, Grindelwald's deeds and psychological activities have always attracted the curiosity of countless people. However, publishing his memoirs must pass strict review by the local Ministry of Magic.

Dumbledore gently touched the covers of those manuscripts, his eyes showing nostalgia for the past. He took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, and continued to ask: "Do these manuscripts contain the Unforgivable Curse?"

"There are indeed original manuscripts." Rogge explained softly, "But now these are revised versions, which have removed all dangerous spells. They are just a simple memoir, an old man's simple ramblings, without any magic. .”

Dumbledore wanted to confiscate them, and then told Rogge: the curse can be cut off, but the thoughts and ideas will seep out from between the lines.

Grindelwald's ideal at the time was to allow wizards and Muggles to live together, with wizards taking the lead in everything. In practice, this meant abandoning the law of secrecy and establishing kingdoms ruled by wizards on the earth.

Dumbledore kept his personal feelings for Grindelwald deep in his heart and continued to interrogate: "Roger, how many times have you used the Unforgivable Curse?"

"This is the first time, principal." Rogge replied, and at the same time he handed over the unicorn wand.

Dumbledore took the wand and carefully examined the traces on it to see if Rogge was lying.

Bathsheda, who was standing aside, looked at Rogge worriedly. In the British wizarding world, using the Unforgivable Curse is a very serious matter.

Because it is often associated with the actions of dark wizards. These spells have irreversible effects and can cause permanent damage.

Dumbledore pulled out the silver traces from his wand, which recorded most of Rogge's spellcasting. Of course, spells cast without a wand are not recorded.

He was not worried that Rogge would use wandless magic to cover up the truth. Because the Unforgivable Curse requires extremely precise control and release, a slight mistake may lead to irreparable consequences, or even accidental injury. A serious wizard would never risk using such a spell without a wand.

"Unless..." Dumbledore thought to himself, "unless his ability to control magic has surpassed mine."

But at this stage, this is still impossible. Otherwise, Rogge would not have used the Unforgivable Curse against Kashchei.

Dumbledore raised his head and stared at Rogge with his deep eyes: "You should know the serious consequences of using the Unforgivable Curse."

His tone was reproachful as he showed them the trace.

"Principal, Rogge did it because he defeated the wizard in the castle..." Bathsheda tried to defend Rogge.

Dumbledore raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling Bathsheda not to interrupt their conversation.

He said seriously: "Learning and using the Unforgivable Curse is one thing.

Roger, when you learned this spell, you had it in mind that you would one day use it on someone. Bathshedda, as a professor, you should know the conditions for using the Unforgivable Curse. "

"This..." Bathsheda glanced at Dumbledore secretly. Seeing the serious expression on the principal's face, she lowered her head and began to explain: "The Unforgivable Curse includes Cruciatus, the Imperius Curse and Avada Kedavra."

"When using these spells, you must have strong hatred in your heart. The stronger the hatred, the stronger the power of the spell. Dark wizards will become more irritable due to frequent use of these spells, and may eventually lose their minds and completely Became a slave to hatred..."

She said softly, as if she had regained the feeling of being in class again. Before Dumbledore could speak, he continued: "Hogwarts prohibits students from learning black magic to protect their physical and mental health. Only a mature mind can control one's emotions and control evil black magic..."

"Ahem." Dumbledore interrupted her hastily. He stared into Rogge's eyes and criticized seriously: "Dark magic must not be abused."

He pulled out a long series of slices from the traces, as if time and space had turned into a film that could be viewed at will. Rogge even saw the first magic he cast with his wand: transfiguration.

Before anyone could react, Dumbledore had already erased the traces of Avada's Kedavra.

"It won't happen again." He handed the wand to Rogge, weighed the book in his hand, thought for a moment, and returned it.

"Yes, principal!" Rogge responded loudly, and even straightened his back involuntarily, showing his respect for the principal.

When Bathsheda saw this, she breathed a sigh of relief and was happy that Rogge escaped. However, she also warned herself in her heart not to have too much contact with Rogge in the future, lest she could not extricate herself.

However, her curiosity still drove her to ask the question about the phoenix egg: "Principal, why did this phoenix turn into an egg?"

As she spoke, she looked at Fox: "I remember that when Fox was reborn, he returned directly to the fledgling state."

"Yes, Fawkes is like that." Dumbledore nodded, and then explained: "Maybe the life force of this phoenix is ​​too overdrawn, maybe its soul has become not pure enough.

In either case, it will need a long period of dormancy before it can hatch again. "

"Principal, is there any way to speed up the hatching? For example, let Fox be like a hen..." Before Rogge could finish his words, Fox turned around and glared at him.

If Dumbledore hadn't stopped him, it might have rushed over and given Roger a few beaks. Think of it as a majestic and noble phoenix, how can it be like an old hen squatting on the straw to hatch eggs?

"Hmph, I won't save this kid next time." Fox said secretly in his heart. He raised his head proudly and turned his face to look down on Rogge with his peripheral vision.

Dumbledore noticed Fawkes's movements and couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise. He remembered that before Fox went out, he never had this habit of looking askance at people.

"Bathshedda, Fox has been with you during this time, right?"

"Yes, I've been watching it." Bathsheda looked a little nervous and asked softly: "Is there something wrong with Fox?"

"There is no problem." Dumbledore shook his head and muttered: "But I always feel that it has changed a bit."

If he hadn't been able to sense the magical contract between the two parties, Dumbledore would have even suspected that Rogge had slipped his bird.

"Maybe I'm worrying too much." He comforted himself in his heart, knowing nothing about Fox and Yumi's hanging out.

Previously, Fox had lived a high life in the principal's office. But ever since it met Yuumi, its world view has been completely different. For the first time, it realized that it was not a pet or a companion, but the wizard's master.

As soon as he saw Youmi lying comfortably in Rogge's arms, being well cared for by his scrapper, he always felt that something was missing from him.

"That's right, Dumbledore never served me!" Fox turned to Dumbledore with a look of disdain, and thought to himself: "Child, I want to eat freeze-dried and magical medicine when I go back. A pure gold perch costs two." Root, use one, throw one away..."

Dumbledore seemed to be able to feel its thoughts and shouted in a low voice: "Look at people!"

Fawkes reluctantly turned his head back, but with his eyes closed, it seemed that he was expressing his dissatisfaction and protest to Dumbledore in this way.

Dumbledore didn't want to talk more about the phoenix egg. After all, according to their original agreement, Roger was responsible for keeping Harry's wand, while Dumbledore was responsible for providing the location of the other phoenix.

Despite a few hiccups, the end result was good. Their agreement ended successfully, and Rogge got what he wanted.

Roger and Bathsheda followed Dumbledore and slowly walked into the golden forest. Dumbledore seemed to have known the location of Baba Yaga's grave for a long time, and he deliberately went around to the coffin to visit.

After walking in a long circle, they finally came to the edge of the magic forest. Dumbledore took out a rusty lock from his pocket and hung it on the tree.

"This is the key to the Quidditch World Cup, which will be a grand event for the wizarding world." Dumbledore smiled and said the spell: "Mentos."

The lock flashes with light, and before the World Cup kicks off, wizards living nearby can use it to watch the game.

"Principal, will you go to watch the game?" Rogge suddenly asked.

If the rat head of Azkaban wasn't a duck neck... bah, it wasn't Peter Pettigrew. So according to the trajectory of fate, he should have found Voldemort's wandering soul.

Next month's Quidditch World Cup will be a grand moment for Voldemort's remnants to announce to the wizarding world "the return of the dead."

"Professor McGonagall will go." Dumbledore shook his head and continued: "While you were away from England, a lot of things happened in the wizarding world."

His expression became solemn: "There was a prison break in Azkaban, and Minister Amelia suspected that it was the Soul Eater."

"Soul Eater?" Rogge sneered in his heart, and the fox's tail really couldn't be hidden.

"There is no evidence to prove their involvement in this matter. However, the minister has ordered them to withdraw from the management of Azkaban." Dumbledore looked into the distance, which was in the direction of Albania.

He came here this time, on the one hand, to receive Bathsheda's message for help, and on the other hand, to find Voldemort's soul. As for the Horcruxes, according to Grindelwald, he has a way to dispose of them for himself.

"He disappeared again." Dumbledore subconsciously felt that Grindelwald was hiding something from him, but he couldn't intervene.

"What about the prisoners who escaped this time?"

"Uncle Buck, and Sirius' sister Bellatrix." Dumbledore replied, with a hint of worry in his words.

"Ah?" Rogge was stunned: "It can't be such a coincidence, right? It just happened to be the two of them who escaped from prison?"

You must know that he, his mother, and Sirius have all spent many years in Azkaban. In the end, they proved their innocence through their own channels.

Now, there's a prison break in Azkaban. The escaped prisoners were their immediate family members. No matter how you look at it, it seems quite strange.

Dumbledore slowly turned his head and stared at Rogge deeply, with imperceptible fatigue and helplessness.

This summer vacation, he specially arranged for Roger to explore no man's land. But who would have thought that without Rogge, an unstable student, the British magical world would still be turbulent and turbulent.

"That rat head may be fake." Dumbledore hesitated for a moment and revealed more information: "The Ministry of Magic has begun an investigation, and they have sent Aurors to protect your three families."

"What! Protection?" Rogge's face instantly showed displeasure. He was obviously dissatisfied with this "protection".

"I don't know the situation of the Black family, but my mother and I are definitely not involved in this matter. It is said to be protection, but isn't it just surveillance in disguise?" Rogge protested.

"Rogg!" Bathsheda gently tugged on Rogge's sleeves, trying to appease him: "Minister Amelia may have her own plans. Perhaps she is waiting for the fugitive to surrender."

Dumbledore nodded and agreed with Bathsheda's view: "At a moment like this, we must remain vigilant. The movements of the two fugitives are unknown. They may be looking for former accomplices or family members. The Ministry of Magic's move is also for Nip problems in the bud.”

"Maybe." Rogge frowned and muttered.

Now that the matter has come to this, only time can prove the family's innocence. He suddenly thought of something and quickly asked: "Besides Travis and Blake, who is the third family?"

"Malfoy." Dumbledore said with a faint smile in his voice, "No matter how you look at it, they need to be properly protected!"

"Uh..." Rogge secretly complained, that's right.

Lucius was once Voldemort's subordinate, so it's hard not to doubt his position. And besides being Sirius's sister, Bella is also Lucius's sister-in-law.

Dumbledore knew Sirius very well and trusted him. Of course he knew that Bella would not be able to ask Sirius for help. In comparison, Lucius's wife Narcissa is more likely to be the person Bella seeks help from.

"I think the minister's protection strategy is biased." Rogge raised the corners of his mouth slightly and sneered.

"The person who had the closest relationship with Bella at that time, besides Voldemort and her husband, was probably Barty Jr. If I remember correctly, it is recorded in the file that Bella and he tortured the Longbottoms together."

Dumbledore and Bathsheda shook their heads slightly, not agreeing with Rogge's point of view. Especially considering the protective measures of the Ministry of Magic, the two agreed that Barty Jr. was just an excuse for Rogge to express his dissatisfaction with the Ministry of Magic.

"Little Barty is dead." Dumbledore responded simply, then turned around and continued moving forward.

"I remember it was 1982." Bathshedda invoked her memory and added: "He died of severe depression and was buried outside Azkaban Castle after his death."

"Little Barty's mother also died that year. Alas, what a pitiful woman." Bathsheda had tears in her eyes, full of sympathy for Mrs. Crouch, whom she had never met.

"Rogge, I know you are dissatisfied with old Barty." Dumbledore suddenly spoke, trying to untie the knot in his heart: "But the situation back then was very special. Maybe you don't know that the tragic death of the MacKinnon family had a profound impact on him. How touching it was.”

Dumbledore felt very sorry for his old friend. As a hero who fought against Voldemort, Old Barty ended up in a miserable state. His son and wife died one after another, and he was kicked out of the Ministry of Magic's power center. The family is torn apart and the career is failing.

If Barty Sr. had not given up easily and even paid a certain price like Malfoy, Barty Jr. might not have died a painful death in Azkaban.

"Alas..." Dumbledore thought of Neville's grandmother again, that angry old woman. The influence of the Longbottom family cannot be ignored, and they will not let Barty go easily.

"I plan to go to Albania to place the portkey. What are your plans next?" Dumbledore stopped and turned around to ask them.

Bathsheda said hurriedly: "Albus, can you take me to the nearest floo network? I want to continue going to the pyramid to study runes."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head, as if deliberately avoiding eye contact with Rogge.

Dumbledore nodded in agreement, then turned to ask: "Roger, what about you?"

"Me?" Rogge pondered for a moment, and Bathsheda's heart trembled because of his pause. "When I go home, I have to study this egg and acorn."

"Huh..." Upon hearing Rogge's answer, Bathsheda breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling both happy and unspeakable in her heart.

The three of them were each immersed in their own thoughts, and silence filled the air. Dumbledore was pondering the intelligence in his mind, hoping to find clues to Voldemort in the Albanian forests.

Bathsheda's lips were slightly dry, and she bit her lower lip, as if she had something to say but was hesitant.

Roger was thinking about how Buck escaped. Was his mother secretly involved in the escape?

"Principal, Roger... Roger, see you at the beginning of school." Bathsheda stepped into the fireplace, vivid pictures passing through her mind, and her cheeks gradually turned red.

Just when she was about to read out her destination, Rogge suddenly stopped her: "Professor, wait a moment."

"Ah?" Bathsheda's heart couldn't help but tremble, she was surprised and happy. Her eyes were shining, staring at Rogge closely.

She thought there would be some special farewell words, but she didn't expect Roger to take off his shoes and throw the smelly socks over.

"Professor Lu Chi, if you get lost, remember to step on your feet three times."

"Hahaha, my portkey!" Dumbledore interrupted with a smile, "Professor Bathshedda, I guarantee it will take you back to Hogwarts."

"Principal, can't you give me a new door key? These socks are smelly!" She pouted and glared angrily at Roger's innocent face. I wish I could take him over and give him a good beating, and then stuff the smelly socks into his mouth.

"I'm afraid it's too late to report to the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore responded with a smile, with a hint of joking in his tone. He raised his wand at the same time, preparing to make a new one for Bathsheda.

"Hmph, I'll deal with you when I get back!" Bathsheda said through gritted teeth to Rogge, then waved her hand and read out her destination. With floo powder flying, she disappeared into the flames.

"Uh, leaving?" Dumbledore blinked. What he just said was just a joke. He didn't expect Bathsheda to actually continue to use the sock as a door key.

Taking the Floo network again, Bathsheda didn't faint like the previous time, probably due to the smell of smelly socks. She looked at the Egyptian-style tavern and understood that she was temporarily far away from Rogge.

"Hey, let's talk about it after school starts," she sniffed the smell on her hand and spat in disgust.

"Rogge, do you remember Professor Quirrell?" His expression became serious, with nostalgia in his tone.

Rogge nodded and described Quirrell in his memory: "The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor with a head wrapped around his head, right? Unicorn hair, alder wood material."

"Yes, the core of the wand is made of unicorn hair. That's when he wrote to me." There was a hint of sadness in Dumbledore's voice, as if he was regretting that Quirrell, an excellent wizard, lost his life to Voldemort. Toward destruction.

Then, he looked at Rogge with a hopeful look: "Be careful of the power of darkness, it can even pollute the light unicorn."

"Principal, I will keep your teachings in mind." Rogge said firmly. He grabbed a handful of Floo powder, said goodbye to Dumbledore, and disappeared into the flames of the fireplace.