Chapter 462 Principal, I wish you good luck

A gentle smile appeared on Rogge's lips, and he gently let go of Daphne. She lowered her eyes and said nothing, just dragging her suitcase silently and following Roger's footsteps.

The two walked across the platform and out of King's Cross Station. In the night, the streets seemed a little deserted, with a few wild cats lazily watching them on the wall.

In the center of Grimmauld Place, Roger stopped and his eyes were attracted by an ordinary Muggle building.

"What's wrong?" Daphne noticed that he stopped and followed his line of sight curiously, but did not find anything unusual.

Just then, an incredible scene happened. The building suddenly split open in the middle, and a hidden building appeared in front of them as if it was panning. The surrounding Muggles seemed oblivious to this and continued with their daily activities.

From this ancient building, Sirius, Lupin, the one-eyed dragon Moody, and a pink-haired witch walked out, seemingly taking Harry somewhere.

Their eyes met with Rogge and Daphne, and Sirius took the lead and walked over with a stinking face.

He first glanced at Daphne, then turned to Roger, and asked with a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "Are you going on a date?"

Rogge replied calmly: "Probably."

His eyes then fell on the witch who was chewing gum. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly and retorted: "Is this your girlfriend?"

Nymphadora Tonks walked quickly towards Rogge, with obvious dissatisfaction on her face and staring at him closely with her bright eyes.

"Hey, annoying kid, do I look very old?" Nymphadora's eyes widened and she looked a little angry.

Rogge thought for a moment, and then replied in a serious tone: "A little bit."

He turned his eyes to Sirius and said with a hint of teasing in his tone: "She looks almost 30 years old."

"Asshole, I'm only 22!" Tonks retorted, as if there was a ball of anger surging in her heart.

Sirius smiled bitterly, Rogge's mouth was as poisonous as Snape's. He had to raise his voice to try to calm down the little dispute: "Nymphadora, stop arguing."

"Padfoot, I told you to call me Tonks!" she corrected impatiently, clearly bored with her own name.

When Daphne heard the name of this pink-haired, heart-faced witch, she couldn't help but open her mouth slightly and let out an exclamation. There is nothing wrong with the name Nymphadora in itself, but if you split it into "Nymphadora", it sounds like it means "nymphomaniac" or something like that.

Rogge suddenly made a suggestion, with a hint of mischief in his tone: "Perhaps, we can call you Dora for short?"

When the wizards heard this suggestion, they all laughed, and even Moody, who was always serious and vigilant, couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

Tonks turned red with anger. She took out her wand and prepared to give Roger some color. But before she could say the spell, Roger acted quickly and deftly snatched the wand from her hand.

She only felt a gust of wind passing by gently, and her hands became empty. She stared blankly at her empty fist, her eyes full of confusion and surprise.

"Alas." Lupine intervened helplessly and said in a professor's tone, "She is Sirius's niece."

"Is that so?" Rogge smiled slightly, flicked his finger, and skillfully threw Tonks' wand back to her.

His eyes then swept over Harry and asked Sirius: "So, you are also Draco Malfoy's uncle?"

"In terms of blood, yes." Sirius nodded slightly. Most pure-blood families are inextricably linked to each other. Witnessing all this, Harry never thought that his godfather would have such a close relationship with the annoying Draco.

Moody's magic eyeballs rolled around in his sockets several times, and his voice sounded like a reminder: "It's getting late, we have to leave quickly."

"Rogge, Daphne, come with us." Professor Lupine said, "The magic world has become unsafe. You two come out at night..."

"Thank you, Professor... (No!)" Rogge and Moody said almost at the same time, and the other party unceremoniously refused them to join.

Rogge shrugged, with a hint of nonchalance in his tone: "Professor, you must have a very important plan, and we don't want to be a burden to your actions."

He turned his head, his eyes fell on Harry, and his tone was full of encouragement: "Mr. Potter, the entire magical world is looking forward to your rescue."

"So, goodbye, everyone." Roger said, taking Daphne's hand and saying goodbye to them warmly. Their figures soon disappeared at the end of the square.

Looking at their figures gradually blurring in the street lights, Sirius sighed softly: "It's great to be young! Harry, you should learn from Roger."

"What!" Harry couldn't help screaming, staring at Sirius's face, and asked: "You mean I should imitate him?"

"That's right! If you had the courage to fight Voldemort, that witch from Ravenclaw would have been your girlfriend a long time ago." Sirius said half-jokingly.

"You..." Harry paused, with a hint of stubbornness in his tone, "It was obviously you who interfered with the game that made Cedric defect to Voldemort."

"I interfered with the game because of you!" Sirius' voice raised unconsciously, "Now that he has left school, you have no opponent. Harry, one day you will thank me..."

Lu Ping rubbed his temples helplessly, sighing silently in his heart, why did these two people start to quarrel again!

Moody limped over, grabbed Harry by the collar, and almost dragged him forward. Tonks followed at the end of the team, chewing gum hard as if she was going to chew someone completely.

The summer night breeze brought a bit of coolness, and Daphne gradually relaxed. She glanced at Rogge furtively, secretly wondering where they were going.

"What's wrong?" Rogge noticed her gaze and asked softly.

Daphne's cheeks turned slightly red and she quickly replied: "No, it's nothing."

Another burst of silence fell, and Daphne felt as if she was lost in the maze of the night. She could only blindly follow Roger's footsteps through alleys one after another.

After a while, she finally summoned up the courage to ask, "What are they going to do?"

"Harry?" Rogge responded, and then continued: "You should go and see his previous home."

"The Muggle family that Cedric killed?" Daphne said with a hint of nervousness in her voice, "Him, how could he do such a thing! It's so surprising."

"Perhaps, Cedric has his own reasons." Rogge sighed and cast his eyes on the street sign of Charles Cross Street.

The Leaky Cauldron was still the same, with dirty walls and floors reflecting the noise of the crowd. Even at night, there was still an endless stream of wizards coming to drink, chatting in groups about recent events in the wizarding world (the relationship between the mysterious man and Harry).

"You are not going to send me back, are you?" Daphne suddenly grabbed Rogge's sleeve and shook her head firmly, "I want to go to the Fertile Plains with you. If...if there is danger, I can also help. busy!"

"Can't we discuss it?"

"No!" Daphne's answer was firm and decisive.

Roger looked at her firm eyes and wanted to say something, but Old Tom behind the counter suddenly interrupted and let out a burst of obscene laughter: "There is also a guest room upstairs, do you need it?"

"I have a house in Diagon Alley." Rogge responded, pulling Daphne through the crowd, tapping the bricks on the backyard wall, and came to Diagon Alley again.

As soon as they entered, they smelled the aroma of burnt wood filling the air. People gathered outside a herbal medicine shop, where it seemed an old lady was roaring angrily.

Daphne pointed to the signs of Jumping Mushrooms and Hair Growth Grass, and shouted excitedly: "Roger, this is Neville's herbal shop."

"Shh!" Rogge quickly stopped her and pulled her away quickly. He seemed to have a guilty conscience and quickly returned to the Flash Golem House.

If you think about it with your toes, you will know that Mrs. Longbottom is teaching her grandson a lesson. The reason is, of course, Neville's Veela girlfriend. If the old lady saw him, he would inevitably be scolded. After all, he encouraged Neville to be brave and dare to say no to the old lady.

Sophie was engrossed in playing chess with herself and didn't notice anyone entering the shop. It wasn't until a lonely voice sounded that she hurriedly raised her head and said, "Roger? Are you on vacation?"

"Well," Rogge responded, "How is the situation in Diagon Alley recently?"

"It's almost the same as before." Sophie put her chin on her hand, looking a little bored, and yawned, "Oh, the Daily Prophet's newspaper office was burned down a few days ago, and a lot of Aurors came."

"By the way, have you heard about the mysterious man?" Sophie asked curiously, "Did Principal Dumbledore say anything to you?"

Rogge put down his luggage and replied in a low tone: "He is really resurrected."

"So, Rita's report is true?" Sophie did not show any fear, but said excitedly, "The mysterious man and Harry have the same blood. Do they have a special relationship?"

Rogge looked at the twinkling light in her eyes and couldn't help but wonder what strange things she was thinking. Could it be that her pursuit of gossip has surpassed her fear of the Dark Lord?

He was even a little worried that if Rita continued to describe it without any bottom line, it would cause everyone to have some unrealistic fantasy about the relationship between the two.

"Is Harry's fight against the mysterious man like a father beating his son?" Sophie asked.

"Are you thinking too romantically?" Rogge shook his head helplessly, "Actually, it was pure luck that Harry was able to escape."

The smile on Sophie's face froze instantly, and her face turned a little pale. Ignoring her own auto-chess game, she quickly found the dusty wand and held it tightly in her hand.

"Don't worry." Rogge comforted her with a smile. "The defense capabilities of our store are almost as good as Gringotts across the street. As long as you stay in the store, you don't have to be afraid of Death Eaters."

"Yeah, yeah." Sophie nodded, determined to practice the magic she had learned again. (What is the use of fainting? Hey, I seem to have forgotten...)

She looked at the sleeping parrot and whispered to herself: "Linggua, will you protect me?" Then she ran to lock the windows and doors, feeling a little safer in her heart.

Looking at the green flames rising in the fireplace, she couldn't help but think of the beautiful manor of the Travis family. From what Jessica said, it was even safer than Hogwarts.

There was a sudden noise from the ruins of the Fertile Plains Tavern, and two figures emerged from the stone fireplace.

"Clean up." Rogge swept away the dust on his body and scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

The whole village looked very desolate, and most of the buildings were in ruins. However, the remaining foundations and flat roads still show that this was once a prosperous place.

Daphne clutched at Roger in fear, her wand glowing fluorescently, dispelling the darkness around her. The howling of wolves in the wilderness made her even more nervous, and she couldn't help but lean into Rogge's arms.

Roger felt Daphne's tenderness and began to rub her subconsciously. But he soon realized that his behavior was very inappropriate, and quickly stopped his downward movement and took out the key from his arms.

"Show me the way."

The wand lightly tapped the key, and it immediately turned in the palm of his hand, pointing toward the southwest.

"Let's go over there."

"Yeah." Daphne responded softly, not reproaching Roger at all for his little move just now. If they had changed places and moods, perhaps they would have started a more in-depth communication.

They walked through the village towards the small valley to the southwest. After passing through the dense forest, the two saw a stone wall.

"Rogge, I knew you would come!" Hermione's voice suddenly sounded from the stone wall, and Daphne secretly let go of Rogge's arm.

Hermione held a few stones and stood on the mountain wall and waved to him. Rogge sighed softly and asked helplessly: "Didn't you go home? What if you meet a Death Eater?"

"I told my mother that I would go to my classmate's house to do my homework in the evening." Hermione slid down the mountain wall slowly, "Hey, Daphne, are you there too?" Her voice couldn't help but be a little nervous, and her eyes were a little evasive. .

Daphne forced a smile and thought to herself: "Fortunately, I followed."

She imagined that in that medieval villa, in the halo of gorgeous candlelight, if she encountered any more danger... which girl could nail Rogge's eyes.

She couldn't help but shudder, Hermione was indeed her biggest opponent. Except for family background, which is not an advantage, everything else is overwhelming.

Daphne walked over, took Hermione's hand and said, "I overslept on the platform. Roger was worried that he would meet Death Eaters, so he brought me here."

Rogge did not interrupt them, but walked straight towards the stone wall. There are spiral lines on it, which are obviously barriers specially arranged by Grindelwald.

"Here, it should be these stones." Hermione opened her palm and handed a few ordinary-looking pebbles to the other party.

She secretly raised her fingers and gently tickled Roger's palm. But on the surface, Hermione still looked as if nothing had happened, as if nothing had happened.

Rogge was stunned for a moment and sighed softly: "It's not easy to learn well, but it's easy to learn bad things."

"Professor Green carved some runes on these stones. Muggles will only think of them as strange lines." Hermione explained with a smile, her eyes shining with wisdom, "Also, this place is far away from the river. , logically there shouldn’t be any pebbles.”

Rogge nodded, and then carefully inserted these pebbles into the empty slots on the stone wall according to the order of the runes. With the last stone in place, the stone wall in front of them suddenly turned into a flowing khaki barrier, like a wall of quicksand.

"I'll go in first." Rogge's voice was firm and decisive, and he asked them to wait outside with his eyes.

He passed through the barrier first, and his eyes suddenly opened up. A medieval garden villa appeared in front of him, exactly as in the photo.

"There is no danger at the moment, but be careful." He turned around and stuck his head out, indicating that he could come in.

"It's so beautiful here." Daphne admired sincerely, and Hermione nodded silently, admiring everything in front of her.

Rogge held the key in his hand and walked slowly towards the big iron door. He carefully sensed the magic fluctuations around him, but did not notice anything unusual. He hesitated, and finally inserted the key into the keyhole.

With a slight click, the heavy door slowly opened, revealing a path surrounded by dense bushes that led directly to the main building.

Hermione looked at everything around her and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Professor Green is so generous that he actually gave you a villa."

Rogge curled his lips in disapproval and did not answer. If Grindelwald really meant so well, he wouldn't have become the Dark Lord he once was. He may not hurt himself intentionally, but he will definitely cause a lot of trouble.

Roger stared at the tall and simple main building, seeming to guess that there was a big trouble hidden inside.

"You guys stand back." Rogge said in a serious tone, and then he began to recite the incantation: "Armor protects the body, calls the gods to protect."

After taking defensive measures, he pointed his wand at the door and whispered: "Open the Alaho hole."

As a breath of fresh air flows in, the magic candles in the main building light up one by one. Behind the steps, there is a crystal coffin. Looking from the bottom of the steps, it seemed like there was a person lying inside.

"Is there Professor Green inside?" Daphne asked nervously, with a hint of crying in her voice: "He can't... I still remember the way he taught us classes, as kind and wise as the principal."

Roger patted her shoulder and reassured her not to worry. Voldemort is not dead yet, how can Grindelwald leave peacefully.

"Fly in and take a look." He ordered the patron saint on his shoulder.

The raven circled the hall several times without receiving any attacks. Rogge couldn't help but frown, "Am I thinking too much?"

As he was about to enter the hall, Hermione pulled him gently, with worry in her eyes: "I'll accompany you..."

"Stay here." Rogge refused decisively, leaving no room for negotiation. They simply do not understand the horror of Grindelwald and the possible dangers.

Roger carefully stepped over the steps and walked into the hall. He found no traps or spells, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

His eyes naturally fell on the crystal coffin. It seemed that all the problems were there.

Rogge took a few steps closer and carefully observed the person lying inside. He saw clearly that there was a girl lying inside. Her hands were folded on her lower abdomen, pressing an envelope. On the front of the envelope was written: "To Roger."

"The envelope is flying." He quickly opened the envelope, and Grindelwald showed off to him in a proud tone:

Roger, I assume you haven't started the new school year yet? What do you think of this villa I gave you? You're welcome, just treat it as yours.

You must be curious about that girl's identity. Don't worry, I will find a suitable time to tell you her story.

Newt gave the nest of Snidget eggs to the Ministry of Magic for safekeeping, and I made some small changes and used them on this girl. Now, you need to do three things to save her.

The first thing is to send her hair accessories to the owner of the Pig Head Bar; the second thing is to remove the stone wall barrier; the third thing is to kiss her awake.

Trust me, you won’t regret taking any of my advice. I really want to see how he faces Obscurus, it will be interesting. If you can, please take some photos for me during the Sorting Ceremony.

I'm traveling and sending you some interesting stuff.

After Rogge read the letter, he couldn't help but feel black lines on his face. If it were anyone else, I'm afraid Grindelwald would really be fooled. But he knew clearly that the girl lying in the crystal coffin was Dumbledore's sister, Ariana.

She was supposed to die in the last century, but Grindelwald used a time-turner to save her. From the tone between the lines, Rogge suspected that there was something different about Ariana's Obscurus.

He waved his hand, motioning for Daphne and Hermione to follow, and handed the letter to them.

"I'm going to write a letter. You guys can help kiss her awake." Rogge said, taking away the hair accessories from Ariana's head, turning around and walking outside.

Anyway, Grindelwald didn’t name him, so isn’t a girl’s kiss a kiss?

Daphne and Hermione's cheeks were slightly red, and they exchanged glances with each other. They were secretly ashamed of how Roger could do this!

They might feel more relaxed if they were alone now. But there was someone standing next to him, and no matter who kissed the girl inside, he would feel embarrassed.

There was a noise outside the manor, and the magic barrier covering the villa was quickly dissipating. Rogge quickly waved his wings and prepared to go to the Pig's Head Bar in person.

As for the principal, he decided to follow Grindelwald's instructions and not tell him. When this new student enters the school, more interesting things will definitely happen.

Perhaps, he needed to help Voldemort make some big noise to attract all the principal's attention. Lest he discover the little surprise Grindelwald gave him when he signed the notice.

Looking at the ruins of Fertile Tuyuan, Rogge suddenly realized something. Those Muggle boys were the main culprits that caused the destruction of her family.

"Good luck to you, Headmaster." He broke into the clouds and flew towards the Scottish Highlands.