Chapter 551 The identity of the follower

The moment the two stepped out of the door, Lisa looked around like a vigilant little deer.

She scanned the dark corridor with a sharp gaze, and her slender fingers tightly grasped Rogge's strong arm, as if it was her only support. The other hand tightly grasped the magic wand, ready to cast a spell at any time.

"Do you feel it?" Rogge asked softly.

"What?"

"Abnormal, such as the wizard's malice."

Lisa shook her head, and the tension in her heart also relaxed a little as her attention shifted. "No, I didn't feel any specific malice."

"Rogge, do you think it's possible..." She paused, with an apologetic look in her eyes, "I felt wrong?"

"Never doubt your intuition." Rogge patted her hand and comforted her: "Especially when you have such a special talent."

"Maybe the other party is hiding in a corner. Like a patient hunter, waiting for us to relax our vigilance."

"But don't be too nervous." He chuckled and reached out to gently smooth Lisa's frown. "Vigilance is a good thing, but being too vigilant can easily lead to accidents."

He pulled Lisa's tightly grasped wand out of her palm and put it back into her belt. "Remember, keeping a normal mind and rationality is the most important thing. Excessive tension will only affect your judgment."

"Always frowning will easily cause wrinkles."

"Yeah." Lisa nodded obediently, and her eyes slowly returned to calmness.

Her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the Hogwarts Express, recalling the amazing scene of Rogue slaughtering Dementors with thunderous force.

That scene was forever imprinted in her mind, and every time she thought of it, she was filled with awe and a sense of security. She quietly glanced at Rogue beside her, secretly thanking herself for having such a strong and reliable companion.

The two strolled on the bustling streets, immersed in their own thoughts. They didn't know that just three minutes after leaving the Spark Hotel, an uninvited guest quietly appeared behind them.

It was a sloppy wizard in a ragged black robe. He kept a distance of more than 50 meters from Rogue and Lisa, cleverly blending into the crowd and almost not attracting attention.

He stood at the door of an antique crucible shop, pretending to be very interested in a black pot, and carefully examined it.

However, his sharp eyes looked through a string of shabby crucibles hanging at the door, staring closely at Rogue and Lisa walking into the shop not far away.

A complex look flashed across his eyes, as if he was weighing something. After a moment, he made a decision and hurried towards the direction of the Flash Golem House.

At the same time, in the Flash Golem House, Lisa turned to Rogge excitedly, with lust in her eyes.

"Dear, change into a cheongsam later." She said sweetly, and at the same time, she gave Rogge a dragonfly kiss on the cheek.

Without waiting for Rogge to answer, she ran happily to the second floor, leaving a string of silver bell-like laughter echoing in the air.

Rogge opened his mouth and wanted to say that he should go back. But seeing Lisa so excited, he swallowed the words back. He shook his head helplessly, but a doting smile appeared on the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

Since he couldn't leave for the time being, Rogge simply sat behind the counter, picked up a camera and began to study it carefully.

His fingers moved deftly on the camera, and he skillfully disassembled each component.

After four years, he carefully checked the flash camera again and found many details and shortcomings that he had overlooked before.

"The visual window should indeed be larger. No, not just larger, but its function should be completely changed."

"It would be perfect if the image captured by it could be directly reflected in the photographer's mind. This would not only improve the accuracy of shooting, but also allow the photographer to better capture the moment..."

"This should be removed, and the alchemy technique should be used to ensure the balance of the entire camera. An imaging chamber should be added to adjust the phase difference of the magic photo at any time to ensure that the light reaches the film at the same time..."

The door of the store was suddenly pushed open, accompanied by the jingle of wind chimes, and a slightly hoarse voice came into his ears: "Hello."

Rogge raised his head and saw a shabby wizard standing at the door. The man's eyes wandered around the store with an elusive look.

"I need a suitable magic camera. Can you introduce it to me?" The wizard said, with a deliberate casualness in his voice.

"Of course, sir." Rogge responded with a smile, and quickly looked at the sudden visitor.

He noticed that the wrinkled leather shoes on the other person's feet were covered with mud, and the edges of the robes were even a little rough. This dress was in sharp contrast to the high-end atmosphere of the Flash Golem House.

Rogge's heart was immediately alarmed. Magic cameras have always been a luxury in life. Most wizards buy them just to record the beautiful moments in life. Few people can make a living by taking photos for newspapers.

And the guest in front of him, from the outside, seemed to have difficulty taking care of basic clothes, but he walked into the Flash Golem House.

Although he was full of doubts in his heart, Rogge still maintained a professional smile and enthusiastic attitude. He decided to test it first.

"Sir, we have a photography competition every week in the Flash Golem House." He smiled and took out a thick photo album from the counter and flipped through it gently: "These are the winning photos of each week. The photographer can get a reward of 1,000 Galleons. This is not only an affirmation of photography skills, but also an encouragement for artistic pursuits."

Every magic photo in the album is exquisite and lifelike, and can bring people into the world inside.

He secretly observed the other party's reaction and continued to explain: "Although there are other camera stores in the magic world, their products are cumbersome and complicated.

Trust me, the Flash Golem House is definitely your best choice. Our products are easy to use and powerful. "

"1,000 Galleons!" The wizard in front of him widened his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled visibly, and his voice was filled with disbelief, "Is this a lot of money? You can't lie to me, can you?"

He didn't listen to Rogge's subsequent introduction at all, and his attention was entirely on the thousand galleons per week. As for the quality of the product, he doesn't care.

"Absolutely impossible." Rogge straightened his back and shook his head firmly, "The reputation of the Flash Golem House is based on integrity. Our stores are all over the magical world. Have you heard of Diagon Alley in the UK? ? Our flagship store is on that ancient and legendary street. ”

He lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Let me tell you quietly, the reason why the reward is so generous is because other things in the store are... expensive."

"Expensive? Do you mean the camera?"

"No, the price of the camera is actually very affordable. The really expensive thing is this..." He turned around and took these two items from the product shelf, "Developing solution and panda photo paper. Don't be fooled by the small bottles and thin paper in front of you. Liar, the consumption of these two things is quite astonishing.”

"You have to know that becoming an excellent magic photographer is not an easy task. Without thousands of practices and attempts, you will never be able to take amazing photos. Every time you press the shutter, you need to consume these materials.”

"Thinking about it this way, do you think our bonus is actually not that exaggerated?"

The other party nodded thoughtfully and cursed: "You are indeed treacherous."

"That's right, our boss is so unprofitable that I've wanted to scold him for a long time." Rogge smiled heartily, feeling that he was quite talented in sales. "Then you want to take a look? To be honest, those Death Eaters It caused us no business for half a year.”

"If you buy it, I can give you a 40% discount. No 998, no 98, just 6 galleons, and you can take the flash camera home."

"Look at this, our lightning trademark is exactly the same as the one on Mr. Harry Potter's forehead. Holding it will make you more courageous when facing Death Eaters."

"How about I give you another set of supplies?"

When the wizard opposite heard this, a trace of heartbeat flashed across his face, but then he became embarrassed again. He touched his pocket uncomfortably, as if weighing something.

Suddenly, his expression became fierce. He gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, pulled out his wand and pointed it at Rogge's head: "Robbery! This is robbery! Hand over all the valuable things in your shop!"

Rogge's heart was as calm as water, and he complained in a calm tone: "Sir, we haven't opened for half a year."

"Huh, don't do this! Don't think I don't know. You squandered hundreds of thousands of Galleons at the Spark Hotel yesterday." He ordered Rogge to close the door, cursing, "Damn profiteer, I'm going to spend a lot of money today." We must uphold justice, represent the public, rob the poor and give to the rich... Bah, we must rob the rich and give to the poor!”

Rogge almost couldn't help but laugh out loud. He couldn't speak well, but he still had the nerve to come out and rob someone.

"Hurry up, pack up all the cameras and money in the store. And the leather bag you are wearing, give them all to me... Don't play tricks, or I will make you walk around without food."

Before he finished speaking, Rogge suddenly bent over and tilted his head, and a dazzling curse whizzed past his ears. Without waiting for the other party to react, Rogge raised his right hand like lightning and accurately grabbed the robber's wrist. His hind legs exerted force at the same time, and he threw the opponent heavily to the ground with a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw.

Boom!

The dull sound echoed in the building, as if the whole building was shaken. The robber lay on the ground, his face twisted in severe pain, and his hands futilely covering his back.

Rogge looked at him condescendingly, with a sneer on his lips: "Robbery? Just you? Ha, you are really brave."

"How dare you point a magic wand at my head? Does your mother know that you are so stupid?"

"What's wrong?" Lisa heard the noise and ran over from upstairs quickly, "Roger, are you okay?"

Rogge shook his head and was about to interrogate this ignorant robber. Unexpectedly, Lisa's eyes fell on the man on the ground, her eyes widened immediately, and she exclaimed: "Chris?"

"Chris Quintas?"

"Yes, that's him, the drunkard who sold me the wand notes." Lisa nodded, a trace of disgust flashing in her eyes.

She kicked him hard and asked sternly: "Were you at my door this morning?"

"Hehe..." Chris grinned and said viciously: "You'd better hand over the Jonker family's wand technology to me. Otherwise..."

He paused and licked his chapped lips, "Otherwise, you'll be torn to pieces by Death Eaters."

"Death Eater?" A trace of disdain flashed in Rogge's eyes, and he grabbed Chris by the collar and lifted him in front of him.

"You think you can scare me by mentioning this?" Before Chris could answer, Rogge's fist fell heavily on his face. There was a "bang" sound, and blood immediately poured out of Chris's nose.

"Don't talk about Death Eaters, even if Voldemort comes in person, I will still fight them."

"You, how dare you call that person by his name?" Chris trembled, "You're done, you're completely done!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.

Rogge stared into his eyes and whispered: "Legilimency."

In an instant, Rogge's powerful mental power poured into Chris's brain like a tide. Chris's memories flashed before Roger's eyes like a revolving lantern:

"At the age of 5, his little hand secretly reached into the counter of the crucible shop and stole a small silver crucible."

"At the age of 10, he was bullied by the senior students in the dormitory of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"I'm 18 years old, I have my diploma in hand, but I can't find a job. When I was rummaging through boxes at home, I accidentally found the wand-making notes left by my ancestors..."

"At the age of 32, he spent all his savings to buy the so-called 'White River Monster', which turned out to be a rotten giant catfish. He was deeply in debt and completely bankrupt."

"35 years old, selling notes left by ancestors in a dark tavern."

"43 years old, met Lisa who bought the wand notes..."

Chris's eyes flashed with naked greed, and he thought to himself: "She is really rich."

Suddenly, a memory caught Rogge's attention. Chris was roaring in his heart: "What, she actually contacted Jonkel! That damn old woman was actually willing to sell the wand making notes! I begged her for so long, but she didn't even want to accept me as an apprentice!"

"You guys wait, I'll go find the Bowei family. Hum, you can't even think of what I can't get."

The subsequent memory fragments became a little confusing, and Rogge simply withdrew, "Are you counting on them to save you?"

Chris pursed his lips tightly, and there was a trace of determination in his eyes, thinking that the other party did not dare to do anything to him. If you cast the Unforgivable Curse privately, the other party will be severely punished by the Magic Congress.

Lisa asked anxiously: "Do you want to contact the Magical Congress of the United States of America?"

Roger shook his head, pulled out his wand and pointed it at Chris: "Collapse!"

As a red light flashed, Chris instantly lost consciousness. He waved his magic wand again, levitating the unconscious Chris and locking him in an underground warehouse.

After dealing with Chris, Roger turned to Lisa and said thoughtfully: "Lisa, you mentioned before that the Bowei family specializes in making wands for dark wizards, right?"

"That's right. I took Nagini to them last time and ordered a wand." Lisa nodded, suddenly realizing something, "Wait, you mean Chris has contact with them?"

"I just used Legilimency to probe his memory and found that he had indeed contacted the Bowei family."

"Why?"

"This." Rogge patted the leather bag in his hand and said in a serious tone, "For the Jonkel family's wand notes."

"Isn't it just a wand making note?" Lisa's tone was full of confusion, "As for robbing it at all costs?"

Rogge shook his head and explained: "How many wand-making families are there in the entire magical world? In total, are there 10?"

"Wand making is an extremely profound and closed magical technology. Each family has its own unique secret recipe. The Jonker family's notes may be very ordinary, but it also condenses the wisdom of several generations."

"Furthermore, a complete wand notebook represents a mine that continuously produces gold. If your family can make wands, will you still need to work for me after graduation?"

"Hard to say?" Lisa smiled coquettishly, with a hint of cunning flashing in her eyes.

She lifted her cheongsam and sat astride him, "My dear, even if I become a master wand maker, I still want your wand core."

"Now is not the time to make a wand." Rogge squeezed her hand and told her to be more serious. "The Bowei family may come at any time."

"When you went to look for them last time, did you find anything?"

"Well, does being under the supervision of an Auror count?" Lisa untied her hairband and came closer without giving up. "The Auror's name is Abel. I heard that he lost important items from the Magic Congress and was assigned to The Bowei family is being monitored there. As long as you give money, he will let you into the wand shop."

"Abel?" Rogge thought thoughtfully, recalling that a wizard named Abel bought a dragon crystal mirror from him during the summer vacation. This wizard who monitors the Bowei family is probably him.

"Letting a Death Eater spy on the Bowei family is equivalent to letting them make wands for dark wizards? No wonder Chris mentioned Death Eaters."

"It seems that the Bowei family may have defected to Voldemort." He thought secretly, but suddenly Lisa bit through the blockade and grabbed the protruding part.

"This time, don't let me use the cure again!"

Amid Lisa's strange screams, the two of them walked on the waves, swaying and moving forward...

Roger buttoned up his shirt, his eyes fell on Chris's wand, and he gradually had an idea in his mind.

He kissed Lisa gently on the forehead and said softly: "I'm going out."

"Yeah~" Lisa responded lazily, and soon fell into a sweet dream.

"Greenwich Street, second-hand furniture store." He checked his clothes to make sure everything was in order.