Chapter 448 The deep secret of the blood curse

Old Batty closed his eyes, as if avoiding Rogge's words in this way. There was an indescribable fatigue on his face, and he didn't even have the strength to refute.

"Believe me, Mr. Crouch." Rogge gently let go of his cheek and bowed gracefully, with a disturbing tenderness in his tone, "You will definitely enjoy the warmth of family. Old Batty, Little Batty, and the three generations of Batty..."

He paused, with a sarcastic smile on his lips, and continued: "If you die early, maybe little Barty's child will be named Fudge, Barty Fudge?"

Roger smacked his lips, with a hint of schadenfreude in his tone, "Sounds pretty good, doesn't it?"

Before leaving, Roger pulled up the hanging black hood and covered Old Barty's tired face: "Goodbye, Mr. Crouch. You will automatically fall off early tomorrow morning."

Old Batty was silent, and he had no reaction at all to Rogge who humiliated him. He didn't even have the energy to curse, he just wanted to fall into a deep sleep, as unconscious as he had been at St. Mungo's Hospital.

Night gradually fell, and Rogge's figure disappeared in the direction of the castle. Under the sculptures in the hall, he passed Harry in a hurry.

Harry's eyes flashed with vigilance and uneasiness, and his pace quickened, as if he was afraid that the sculptures around him would come alive and eat him in the next moment.

"Mr. Potter." Roger smiled and called Harry as he was about to leave, "I think I saw you at the Three Broomsticks Tavern in the afternoon."

Harry's heartbeat accelerated, and he denied in a panic, with a tremor in his voice, "No, I haven't been there!" He ran away without looking back, as if there was a devil chasing him behind him.

Rogge looked at Harry's hurried away figure, lightly shrugged his shoulders, and secretly smiled in his heart: "You're really not kidding."

Life at Hogwarts was pretty good without unwelcome guests like Crouch. Between the majestic towers and winding corridors, there is magical wonder and fun.

Especially under his careful care and nourishment, Hibiscus became even hotter and hotter. On some starry nights, Rogge would quietly slip into Beauxbatons' carriage and talk to her.

At the same time, once the emerald water, which has the effect of repairing scars and skin, was put on the market, it was not only sought after by wizards, but also caused huge waves in the Muggle world.

Even though it was launched as a medical product, it easily defeated the giants in the cosmetics industry and became people's new favorite.

Women who love beauty are crazy about it after witnessing how emerald water can rejuvenate their skin. Although it is expensive, it does not stop them from wanting it. They wanted to take a bath with it, but considering its price, such a desire was a bit luxurious.

Compared with Theodore's multi-flavored soda, the profit of Jade Water reaches an astonishing 80%. Cash is piling up like a snowball in the Muggle accounts of the Travis family, which makes Andrew, who is responsible for asset management, both excited and anxious.

He could hardly restrain his inner impulse and wanted to stand in the center of the Financial City, wave the pound and shout: "I have money! Who has a dream?"

However, Rogge's instructions were like a bucket of cold water, dousing his enthusiasm. He explicitly ordered Andrew not to make large investments, but to focus on collecting art and selling the works of the Jackdaw Magic Society.

At this stage, it is not a good time to invest.

However, Andrew couldn't bear this wait-and-see attitude. In his opinion, this is totally a crime! If money cannot flow and create profits, it is as useless as waste paper.

In order to convince the directors of Travis Group, let Roger understand the importance of investment. Andrew devoted all his life's learning and ordered all the top students in the office to work with him to popularize financial knowledge and the necessity of investment to the boss.

He sent letters to Rogge almost every day via owl, and every piece of paper was filled with financial theories and models: from time value to asset allocation, from mean-variance analysis to the Black-Scholes option pricing model... Andrew tried Use textbook "golden rules" to convince your boss.

He even did not hesitate to transform the helipad on the top floor of the company into an owl wigwam, and sent out a hundred owls, trying to use bombing methods to let Roger know his urgent desire: "Boss, don't let the money lie in the accounts and earn interest, please Let me invest!”

Although Andrew's letters came like a snowflake, Roger didn't care. He was not interested in the content of the letter and simply replied indifferently: "You have done a good job in popularizing science, but are the proposers of those theories and models richer than me?"

Rogge's perspective is different. He sees economists and financiers in the Muggle world as a kind of alternative alchemist. In his opinion, he clearly owns a golden mountain, so why should he pursue the secret recipes of those alchemists?

Andrew held the reply letter and was about to cry. As an asset manager, he experienced for the first time the pressure and torture brought by huge amounts of money.

His eyes drifted involuntarily to the asset statements aside. Those gorgeous figures were so eye-catching, as if countless Elizabeth II and Franklin were crying in his ears.

However, faced with the tough questions in Rogge's letter, Andrew could not find a suitable answer. He fell weakly on the chair, feeling that his dream of being a "Wolf of Wall Street" was shattered.

Roger, who was fighting at Hogwarts, obviously didn't realize that his letter had such a big impact on Andrew. He was stirring the cauldron intently, preparing to make a new potion for Nagini.

"Master, you smell like someone else." Nagini sniffed gently, controlling her slightly awkward arms that had just recovered.

After a hibernation, the part above her belly button has completely recovered. And on a full moon night, her lower body's snake tail can temporarily return to human form.

At this point, it can be said that Rogge's method of curing the blood curse is almost successful. He used traditional potions as the basis, supplemented by modern Muggle medicine, and Ms. Ravenclaw's magic circle scrolls and rune carvings, so that Nagini could be reborn.

Of course, experimental data provided by a certain American dark wizard also contributed.

Rogge patted her head and said calmly: "Really? Why didn't I smell it?"

"I won't smell it wrong!" She murmured in a low voice and said firmly: "I can definitely find the owner of this smell."

As she said that, she was about to leave the hut to pursue its owner. Roger quickly stopped her: "Okay, Nagini, drink your magic potion first. Your snake tail will be fully recovered before the end of the year."

"Really?" Nagini exclaimed in surprise, trying to wrap her flexible snake tail around the medicine bottle like before.

Rogge patted her hard and corrected her seriously: "Nagini, take it with your hands."

"I'm not used to it." There was a trace of grievance on her delicate and charming face, which made people want to care for her.

She struggled to control her right arm, raised her hand tremblingly, and grabbed the medicine bottle in front of her.

Seeing this, Rogge shook his head slightly. With a bit of helplessness and doting in his eyes, he directly put the medicine bottle into Nagini's hand and helped her fasten her fingers one by one.

"Are you lazy again?" he scolded softly.

"Gobstone stinks," Nagini complained, raising her arms awkwardly.

She forgot how to bend her arms, like pouring water from a teapot, and had to catch the water line with her mouth underneath.

"When you can master how to play Gobushi with both hands, you won't feel that your arms are redundant and strange." Rogge's eyes quickly scanned the room and took down the pure gold Gobstone hidden on the beam.

The golden gadget is a popular game in the wizarding world, but for Nagini, it's a training tool for arm control.

Nagini turned her face, causing some of the medicine to spill directly on her chest. She immediately lowered her head, her body curved weakly and bonelessly, and her long and flexible tongue quickly licked the liquid clean.

Rogge looked at her series of movements and secretly exclaimed: "Is this something that humans can do?"

"Come here."

Nagini responded coquettishly: "Master, I'm sorry~".

"Let me check to see if there is anything wrong with your recovery." He walked over, gently raised Nagini's chin, and gestured: "Stick your tongue out."

"Ah..." Nagini stuck out her tongue obediently. Her tongue was twice as long as an ordinary person's, taking on the shape of a leaf, and its flexibility was no different from that of a snake.

Rogge scratched his head involuntarily, realizing that the blood curse had indeed left behind sequelae. He fell into silence, thinking about the reason.

Nagini looked at him with innocent eyes and asked worriedly: "Master, am I not broken?"

"It's broken?" Rogge shook his head and responded firmly: "No, it's definitely not broken."

"The blood curse is actually still in your body. I used potions and other methods to cut off its expression. The potion you are drinking now is to control the growth of contaminated blood." He said curiously He pulled Nagini's tongue, causing her to laugh uncontrollably.

"It's itchy, it's so itchy~ Hahaha." Nagini smiled, and her silver bell-like laughter echoed in the hut in the Forbidden Forest.

Rogge let go and began to test the flexibility of her upper body. Nagini instinctively demonstrated a dance move. Her body was as soft as if she had no bones, allowing Rogge to see the real weakness and bonelessness.

"Master, I don't like the other smell on your body." Nagini clung to Rogge's body, her tail secretly wrapping around him intimately and willfully.

Rogge tried to change the subject: "Don't worry about wizard matters."

"But, but I used to be a wizard." Nagini responded coquettishly, with a trace of inexplicable longing in her eyes.

"Let's talk after you recover." Rogge knocked on her forehead and hurriedly left the Forbidden Forest.

Nagini, who had recovered her upper body, exuded a coquettish allure. Coupled with her innocent eyes and cute tone, this attraction was too strong for Rogge.

If he stayed any longer, Rogge was worried that he would play out the story of Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen with her.

He now somewhat understands why wizards look to other magical races to learn physiological knowledge. In addition to simply looking at each other, the stimulation of breaking the rules will indeed make people more excited.

"The mighty heavenly dragon! The great Luo mantra!" After reciting it silently several times, the evil thoughts in his heart quickly dissipated.

Compared to Nagini's seductive body, Rogge was more concerned about her ageless appearance.

Wizards have longer lives than Muggles, and their appearance changes more slowly. However, they will still age slowly over time.

However, the blood curse, considered evil by the wizarding world, seems to have other effects. When Nagini first regained his head, he didn't pay much attention to it.

But just now, when he touched Nagini's skin, he realized its value: the blood curse has the power of immortality.

Although it was already late at night, Roger started a new study. He flipped through the treatment notes on the blood curse, looking for clues. This is not an easy task, especially when it comes to analyzing the most mysterious curse in the wizarding world.

For the next month, Rogge was almost obsessed with studying it from morning to night. Sometimes, he would get excited about an idea and record it, and then immediately start experimenting.

Failure...failure...

Even though he obtained the blue floc of the Blood Curse from the blood again, Rogge still did not find the secret that could stabilize time.

"What is it?" Rogge lowered his head in thought and walked back with all his concentration, completely unaware of the people around him.

Fleur followed behind and tried to wake him up several times, but seeing how focused he was, she really couldn't bear to interrupt his train of thought. She wasn't the only one worried about Roger, Hermione and Daphne were also very concerned about his state.

Hermione stood in front of the Slytherin Tower, holding Daphne's hand and said anxiously: "Daphne, you must persuade him."

She tried to join Rogge's thinking several times, but the analysis of potions and spells was far beyond her understanding. There were even some aspects that involved things like magic circles that she had never heard of before.

Daphne nodded and replied in a firm tone: "Don't worry! I will definitely wake him up!"

She followed Roger into the boys' dormitory and found that the room was a little messier than last time. The table and floor were covered with parchments filled with spells and potion recipes, and the bed and sofa were filled with books.

Daphne sighed, thinking that she must persuade Roger. If this continues, his body will definitely not be able to bear it. She carefully opened the parchment and walked up to Rogge: "Rogge!"

Rogge waved his hand without raising his head, signaling her not to speak, because he was about to think of something. He habitually sat on the corner of the bed, writing something quickly on paper, completely immersed in thinking, unaware of everything around him.

Daphne walked over curiously and found that he was writing a string of mysterious rune characters. Suddenly, Roger waved his magic wand, and a simple black book flew out of the book box. It was the Book of Death given to him by Professor Bathsheda.

Daphne felt the strange aura emanating from the book, her face turned pale and her legs trembled slightly. She looked up and saw Rogge carefully studying the black and white words on the paper.

"The hatred of the caster is to turn you into a beast in the wasteland forever. Forever, forever..." He stood up suddenly, closed the ancient book heavily, and shouted loudly: "I understand! I understand blood The essence of the curse!”

"Roger?" Daphne asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Rogge turned to look at Daphne, his eyes sparkling with excitement, but then he looked a little tired. He asked doubtfully: "Hey, Daphne? When did you come? Do you know, I discovered the essence of the blood curse."

He grabbed Daphne's shoulders excitedly, but his voice gradually became weak and his whole body collapsed from exertion.