Chapter 550 Who is more charming?

"It feels like there are eight more hours today." Rogge lay lazily on the big, soft, cloud-like bed, his eyelids twitching unconsciously, and he let out a long yawn from time to time.

The room is filled with the faint scent of lavender, adding a bit of laziness.

Lisa snuggled lightly on Roger's shoulder, with a spring breeze on her face and a cunning light in her eyes: "Why, are you rushing back now? Isn't my charm enough to attract you to stay a little longer?"

Rogge chuckled lightly and reached out to rub Lisa's silky hair, "Then I'll go back later, at least I have to have a good sleep."

Although he said he was going to sleep, his hand unconsciously reached to the bedside table and turned on the lamp that exuded warm orange light.

He took out his wallet and took out a seemingly ordinary brown notebook with "Jonkel" engraved on the cover. Rogge opened it gently, his eyes wandering between the pages hungrily, as if he wanted to carve the Jonker family's wand notes into his mind.

Lisa was clearly unhappy with his actions. Her slender fingers playfully drew circles on Rogge's strong chest, with a coquettish tone in her voice: "My dear, don't I still find it attractive?"

Rogge was a little distracted by Lisa, but he still suppressed the restlessness in his heart, patted her head gently, and said in a gentle but firm tone: "Get a good rest."

As he spoke, he half-leaned on the bedside and continued to focus on his notes.

Suddenly, Rogge felt a thrilling sensation coming from his lower body. He took in a breath of cold air involuntarily, and let out a trembling "hiss~" from the depths of his soul.

Obviously, Lisa did not intend to give up easily and wanted to compete with the notebook in Roger's hand.

Facing the small head's strong seizure of power, Rogge's big head immediately mobilized all his willpower and tried to focus on the content of the note.

He whispered to himself, reading the words above in a very low voice, as if this could resist Lisa's temptation.

"The Jonkel family's wand craftsmanship is indeed unique." Rogge said softly, "Their ancestor was an excellent Muggle carpenter. This unique inheritance allows the wands they make to have exquisite and accurate shells."

Lisa suddenly raised her body and whispered softly: "Dear, don't forget, I need your careful carving more than the wand."

"Don't be busy, I want to read a book now." Rogge said firmly, with a hint of helplessness and doting in his tone.

He read carefully and quickly and discovered new differences.

Compared with the phoenix tail feathers, dragon heartstrings, unicorn hair and other wand core materials commonly used in the British magic world, the Jonker family's choice is very different.

"The beard of a catnive, the horns of a long-horned water snake, and even a giant beard?" Rogge said with a hint of surprise in his voice, "These materials sound unusual."

Seeing that Rogge was still immersed in the ocean of knowledge, Lisa couldn't help but sigh secretly. She decided to take more direct action to woo him.

Her lips and teeth began to become restless, biting and shaking, causing Rogge's mind to waver involuntarily.

Roger felt Lisa's movements and had to reach out to hold her slender waist, trying to restrict her behavior.

However, his eyes were still fixed on the notes, as if they contained the most important secrets in the world.

"That's it." When he saw the fusion skills of the core and the shell of the staff, Rogge nodded secretly, his eyes shining with light of enlightenment.

In Tiago's notes, he used potion as a bond between the two, allowing the wizard's magic to be transferred through the shell to the core of the wand.

But the Jonker family's technique is both simpler and more complex.

They will perform fine processing according to the material texture of the shell to ensure that the shell and core of each wand are a perfect match.

This process is just like matching keys: the core of the stick is fixed, and the outer shell is processed to match each other.

At this moment, Lisa's actions became bolder. She simply sat down, causing Roger to take a breath of air.

He tried to concentrate and think carefully: "The core of Thiago's wand is a rose in the river. He subverted the traditional wand structure, so the wand produced is powerful and elegant."

"Jonkel pays more attention to the matching between the shell and the core of the wand. They use exquisite skills to ensure that the wizard's magic power can be transferred to the core of the wand through the texture of the shell."

He paused, lost in thought. "Where's Ollivander's wand?" he said to himself.

Lisa winked mischievously and said softly: "So, dear, do you think we also need such a delicate coordination? Just like the shell and core of a wand?"

Rogge felt her wave-like squeezing and had to temporarily put down the notes in his hand and deal with it with all his strength.

She chuckled softly, letting out breaths of varying lengths according to the other person's rhythm. The two of them were close together, as if they were dancing an ambiguous waltz.

Roger casts various exquisite spells with his own wand, and Lisa responds with her unique enthusiasm.

At first, forcefully.

"Okay... okay, I give up... you... are too powerful." Lisa complained endlessly.

Rogge's fingers gently circled her hair and said, "You won't disturb me from reading my notes anymore."

"Maybe...but I can't guarantee it."

As soon as Lisa returned to bed, she started to move again.

Her movements became very careful, trying to achieve her dreams with her hands. Roger had to be attracted by this beautiful "little troublemaker" around him.

He pressed Lisa under him with his backhand, trembling slightly.

"Go to sleep." He patted her hard, leaving a hot handprint behind her.

Lisa struggled in vain, and became a pillow unwillingly.

She was the kind of person who was both inexperienced and playful. Even if she was exhausted, she still wanted to attack at any time. Or, she wanted Roger to always covet and cherish her.

"Olivander's wand..." Roger muttered to himself, taking out his own Kirin wand and observing it carefully.

Lisa under him opened her eyes and suddenly said mischievously: "How about trying this?"

"Try you big head ghost." Roger knocked on her forehead and immediately used more violent punishment to consume her physical strength.

In the end, Lisa almost rolled her eyes and fell asleep screaming.

"Huh, I finally finished dealing with this little bitch." Roger breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to pull away, but found that Lisa was still tightly wrapped.

He had to lie on his side, holding Lisa in one hand and holding a notebook in the other hand to continue studying. In the warm jade fragrance, his thoughts became clearer.

"If the wand shell made by Ollivander is 100 points, then the wand shell of the Jonker family is 105 points."

"In terms of the conductivity of magic power, the two are comparable. It's just that the wand pattern of the Jonker family is better looking." Roger moistened his fingers and turned to the next page.

Comparing the characteristics of the wand shells of the two families, Roger's thoughts drifted to the forging knife: "Similar to the difference between Damascus steel and 5160 spring steel."

"The wand shell of the Jonker family is like Damascus steel, with complex craftsmanship. The quality and beauty of the finished product depend entirely on the craftsmanship of the craftsman.

And Ollivander's products are more like 5160 spring steel, with a fixed upper limit, but a lower limit far exceeding the average level." His eyes flashed with wisdom.

"If I follow the notes of the Jonker family and start learning from understanding and experiencing the wood grain, it will take at least 3 years to master the shell making skills alone."

Suddenly, a wonderful idea came into his mind: "What if we can combine the shell making skills of the Jonker family and the Ollivander family?" His eyes lit up and he quickly wrote down this inspiration.

Whether it can be realized is one thing, and whether it can be realized is another.

As the blood and qi slowly subsided, Roger felt his body gradually relax. He carefully withdrew so as not to wake up Lisa who was sleeping soundly.

Finally, he found a comfortable position. With his head lying on Lisa's chest, he pointed the Kirin wand at the light and looked at it carefully.

Roger recalled his first experience of choosing a wand and couldn't help but sigh: "The most important thing about Ollivander's wand is not the matching degree between the shell and the wand core, but the matching degree between the wand and the wizard."

"Its shell and wand core may not be the best in the magic world, but they can definitely reach full marks. And the right wizard can make the wand multiply its ability."

If the wands of other families are 120 points, the wizard can only play 95 points. But even if Ollivander's wand is only 100 points, it can release 300, 500, or even 1000 points of effect through the right wizard.

"A wand produced by Ollivander is enough to run through the wizard's life."

At this moment, he has a deeper understanding of the phrase "the wand chooses the wizard". This is not just a simple wand advertisement, but contains the profound philosophy of wand making.

"What an art." Roger exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, his voice full of awe and admiration.

When he first got his own wand, he only knew that Mr. Ollivander was very skilled in making wands. But now that he has come into contact with the knowledge of wand making, he understands how high his skills are.

The difference between being far behind and being far apart is no longer enough to describe this gap. He only feels that he has only captured a shadow of the master's skills.

"Perhaps," Roger said softly, "the true meaning of wand making lies in understanding the nature of magic and the connection between wizards and magic. Jonker and Tiago are too confined to the skills themselves."

"Mr. Ollivander is not only a wand maker, but also a philosopher and artist." He put down his notes and murmured, "Apprentice?"

"If I want to become a master wand maker in the magical world, I can consider it."

"But I only make servant wands for goblins, so I don't need such high skills. Even the craftsmanship of the Jonker family seems a bit wasteful."

Thinking about it, Roger fell asleep unconsciously. On the big bed with jade bodies lying on the ground, the two subconsciously scrambled for the quilt, looking for a more comfortable overlapping posture.

The sun shone through the curtains on the bed. Lisa woke up first and rubbed her sleepy eyes.

She noticed that Roger was still holding the book he read last night in his arms, and she couldn't help but curl her lips and secretly jealous: "What's so good about books."

She couldn't help but think back to her days at Hogwarts. She had never been a student who loved studying, but preferred to discuss fashion and boys with other witches in the club.

"Which robe is more beautiful?" "Which college boy is more attractive?" These topics always make her excited.

Lisa gently poked Roger's cheek with a naughty smile: "Mr. Bookworm."

Now she was defeated by a magic notebook, which really made her feel uneasy. She jumped out of bed and looked for the love potion bottle among the scattered clothes.

Finally, her eyes fell on the glass shards at the door.

Suddenly, Lisa felt uneasy.

She stared at the door, as if she saw something peeking inside, and a chill ran up her spine.

"Who!" Lisa swallowed her saliva and quickly ran back to the bed.

"Rogge, wake up." She anxiously shook Rogge, who was still sleeping.

"Well~" Rogge opened his eyes dazedly, with sleepiness in his voice, "Don't make trouble, let me sleep a little longer."

"It seems that there is someone outside, I sense danger." Lisa's tone was a little panic.

Hearing the word "danger", Rogge woke up a little. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and seemed to be sorting out his thoughts in silence.

After a long time, he looked up and said, "Pour me a glass of ice water."

The ice water mixture flowed down the throat into the stomach, gradually waking up the brain. "Are you sure?" He looked at Lisa and asked.

"Yeah." Lisa nodded heavily and leaned against the head of the bed. "I have a talent. When I am close to someone, I can feel whether they are good or evil."

"I have this ability?" Rogge opened his eyes wide in surprise. "Then guess, am I good or evil now?"

"This...haha...this is true." Lisa laughed in his hand. She explained quickly: "I heard that there was a witch who could read minds before."

Rogge's hand suddenly stopped and his eyes became more serious.

There are indeed some wizards with special talents in the magic world, such as Tonks.

He asked thoughtfully: "I don't know what your last name is?"

"Lisa Esther." Lisa looked up puzzledly and looked at him curiously: "Is my name important?"

Looking at her white and swan-like neck, Rogge couldn't help but kiss her. The atmosphere became a little hot, and the breathing was disordered and heavy.

"I know the witch who can read minds." He suppressed his body's instinct and whispered, "Quinnie Goldstein, a witch who is born with the power of soul reading."

"You stand in front of her, and she will read your thoughts without saying a word."

"Then she must be a rich man." Lisa bit her teeth lightly and let Rogge do it. "The password to the vault must be hidden."

"Indeed. But this ability is both a talent and may bring some unexpected troubles." Rogge smiled, and stopped the action when he thought of the danger she mentioned.

Lisa was still unsatisfied and couldn't help rubbing her body.

"My Monopoly store manager." He let the ice water flow slowly down her chest, trying to help her extinguish the fire in her heart, "However, your perception ability is also very special. Are you sure about the malice outside the door?"

"It's definitely right." Lisa took the water cup and chewed the ice cubes in big mouthfuls, "This ability has helped me avoid many dangers."

"There must be a wizard eyeing us. Do you think it's because the cost yesterday was too high that someone is thinking about it?"

"It's possible." Rogge quickly picked up the notebook, fearing that it would be stained by the falling ice water, "Pack up first, I will take you back to the Flash Golem House later. That's our territory, safer than here."

Lisa pouted, feeling that she had lost again. She couldn't help but doubt her charm, whether it was really not as good as she thought.

While getting dressed, Lisa couldn't help teasing. But Rogge was immersed in thinking, wondering whether the malice outside the door was related to the abnormality he noticed yesterday.

He heard Lisa gasping for air and asked quickly, "My store manager, what's wrong?"

"I feel a little uncomfortable~" She pouted and looked at Roger with a little grievance.

"Healed as before." He shook the wand, and a soft light shot out from the tip of the wand, covering Lisa's waist.