Chapter 481 Midsummer Night's Manor

A faint white mist came out of the teacup on the table, as if a layer of gauze was lingering between them.

"If you get the dragon crystal mirror, everyone will doubt me." Rogge said with a hint of helplessness in his voice, "Buck, I'm just a student at Hogwarts, I can't bear such great pressure. So, in principle, I can't sell the magic mirror to you."

Buck keenly caught the hidden meaning in the words. Aren't principles meant to be broken at some point? Otherwise, what's the point of establishing principles?

Disagreeing in principle means adding conditions to bypass the agreement in principle. Agreeing in principle means analyzing the specific situation.

He pondered for a moment, then responded in a sincere and firm tone: "We respect principles very much, which is the basis for doing any business."

"So, besides us, other people can also buy this magic mirror, right?" Buck had a cunning smile on his face, and his eyes flashed with shrewdness, "For example, the Magic Congress of the United States."

"They? Of course they have no restrictions, but it has nothing to do with you, right?" Rogge probed.

"Hahaha, of course it doesn't matter, I swear to Merlin." Buck's laughter echoed in the room, staring into Roger's eyes, "I promise, no one will bother you."

He slowly took out a letter from his pocket. The front of the letter was printed with the logo of the American Magic Congress, which was a pair of blue wings with golden stars dotted on them. Below the wings were white stars and red and white stripes.

Rogge even suspected that this logo was just a random modification of the Stars and Stripes. He picked up the wand and waved it lightly, and the letter jumped out of the envelope and spread out flat in the air.

The content inside was surprisingly simple. The American Magic Congress ordered a dragon crystal magic mirror from him. At the same time, they were also in contact with the British Ministry of Magic to discuss the purchase of the formula for light and shadow powder.

"Tomorrow morning, the newspapers in the wizarding world will report this." Buck had a smug smile on his face and said in a joking voice: "The Death Eaters will kill 'him' on the East Coast and take away the Dragon Crystal Mirror."

"A simple and efficient method, no one will know that we have had such a deal." He whispered, helping Roger eliminate all suspicion: "It was the Magic Congress of the United States who bought the Dragon Crystal Mirror, but the news was exposed and we took it away."

Then, he took out a sea chart from his robe, the lines and marks on it looked ancient and mysterious. He gently wiped away the fog on the East Coast with his fingers, revealing the red cross mark below.

"Look at this, this is the location of the Central America shipwreck." Buck's fingertips tapped the red cross lightly, and his tone was full of temptation. "It is said that there are at least 9 tons of gold and countless precious jewels on the shipwreck."

"A few years ago, the Muggles found its location and salvaged some treasures from it." There was a trace of greed in his words, as if he brought the entire shipwreck to Roger's eyes: "But most of the treasures are still lying quietly on the seabed, waiting to be discovered by people."

To prove his words, he took out a heavy gold brick from his pocket. It was printed with 1857 and other codes, flashing an alluring light. This was salvaged from the shipwreck, and the Muggle captain quickly told where they were hidden under the Imperius Curse.

"This is just a deposit." Buck smiled and pointed to more foggy seas on the chart. "The Spanish Armada, the Vasa, the Royal Traveler... Just say the name of the shipwreck in the nearby sea, and it will tell you the location of the treasure."

His words were full of temptation, as if the treasures sleeping on the seabed were within reach. He firmly believed that the gold and jewelry would eventually flow into the vault of the Travis family.

Roger's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he became very interested in this sea chart. Its working principle is similar to the Marauder's Map of Hogwarts, but obviously, the search range of this sea chart is wider, and the target has changed from living people to sunken ships.

"When a shipwreck occurs, countless lives sink with the treasure. The gold is stained with the strong emotions of the deceased before his death, and it can be cast into Galleons as long as it is handed over to the goblins."

"This is not ordinary gold." Buck's voice was filled with an irresistible temptation.

Roger took a deep breath, trying to calm the fluctuations in his heart, and finally gently put the sea chart back on the table. He stared at Buck, silent for a long time, with a fierce struggle in his heart.

"Are you tempted? Very tempted!" He asked himself, he couldn't let go of the treasure under the sea easily.

But, a dragon crystal magic mirror can be exchanged for such a magical sea chart? Roger was not blinded by greed, he keenly sensed the taste of conspiracy.

"When will the American wizard come?" Roger finally asked, his voice was calm, but his heart was full of vigilance.

"Tomorrow afternoon, should it be in time?" Buck's brisk tone was a little heavy, he blinked at Roger frequently, as if he wanted to convey some information to Roger.

"I understand." Roger secretly raised his hand, indicating that his uncle should continue to maintain the style of a Death Eater, "I can accept the sea chart, but your deposit must arrive at the same time."

"Deposit?" Buck raised his voice, obviously not understanding his nephew's request.

"Central America." Roger tapped the chart with his knuckles, with unquestionable determination in his tone: "Since you know its location, why don't you bring it directly? In case this chart is fake, I won't lose too much at least."

"If it doesn't work, forget it." He stood up and made a gesture to leave.

Buck was obviously surprised by Roger's request, but he made a decision quickly. He pulled Roger and hurriedly agreed: "Okay, you will see the sunken ship!"

"No, it's the treasure inside." Roger corrected, maintaining his greedy personality.

"Humph." Buck's eyes flashed with cold light, and he left the manor without looking back.

He glanced at the weed-covered vacant land not far away. The old manor of the Travis family had turned into dust and disappeared in the long river of time. Not far away, the more gorgeous new manor was shining in the sun.

"Tomorrow afternoon..." Rogge whispered to himself, his fingers gently fiddling with the sea chart, and the vague sound from his mouth was not very clear.

The material price of the Dragon Crystal Magic Mirror is very low, only a piece of Rococo-style gorgeous mirror is needed, and then the magic is applied in sequence. Rogge left a signature of "002, R.T" on the back of the mirror, which is his mark.

He stared at the magic mirror, his arms folded in front of his chest, thinking whether to leave a backdoor in the magic mirror. For example, a positioning spell so that the position of the magic mirror can be tracked when necessary.

"What's wrong?" Hermione casually put on a robe, leaned on Rogge's shoulder, and looked at herself in the mirror curiously.

She turned sideways and admired her curvy curves and smooth white skin. She didn't realize that once the Dragon Crystal Magic Mirror was activated, people in the entire magic world could see what she looked like at the moment.

"This is a Dragon Crystal Magic Mirror for live broadcast..." Rogge's words made Hermione realize instantly.

"Ah!" She screamed, wrapped her robe tightly, and escaped from the range of the mirror, "Why didn't you tell me earlier! This is terrible, what should I do in the future..."

"Don't worry, it hasn't been opened yet." Rogge gently pulled her back into his arms, warming her somewhat cold body and comforting her frightened heart.

After thinking it over, he finally gave up the idea of ​​leaving a backdoor. The Dragon Crystal Mirror is essentially a commodity, and it naturally has the property of property. Just like the magic wand, even if the wizard who uses it is the evil Dark Lord, the seller has no right to monitor or take it back.

Moreover, this is one of his works. Rogge does not want the works sold from him to have any flaws. He must ensure that his works are the most perfect when they are sold.

After realizing this, he felt that the shackles in his heart were broken, and his mental strength also increased slightly.

It was like a liberated beast, and it came out of the body again. It surged from the depths of the soul, turning into an invisible purple-black veil, covering every inch of Rogge's skin.

This power slowly extended and touched Hermione. Her chest was gradually stained by the purple-black light, and it quickly spread over her body.

"Yeah!" Hermione couldn't help but shout.

Her body seemed to be wrapped in purple-black mist, and she felt that she had completely lost control and was being pulled by Rogge's powerful mental power. The small chestnut light in the depths of her soul was touched by Rogge's mental power and slowly rotated.

It was gently caressed and swallowed, and then slowly floated out, and so on.

At this moment, everything about her was controlled by Rogge. In the resonance of mental power, her body and soul were deeply branded with purple-black marks.

Rogge picked her up and guided Hermione's mental power to grow in a more comfortable way. As their fusion and resonance became deeper and deeper, Rogge found an invisible line in the core of the chestnut light ball.

He explored this line in depth and was surprised to find that the other end was connected to Ariana with gray wings. Rogge quickly controlled his mental power and retreated to avoid unnecessary trouble.

On the steps outside the library, Ariana was reading a book attentively. Suddenly, she felt a tremor in her heart, and immediately put down the book and looked around with vigilant eyes. There was a dark light flashing in her eyes, as if looking for some invisible threat.

"Is it an illusion?" She raised her head, her eyes passed through the quiet air of the library, and fell on the celestial sphere not far away, and she couldn't help frowning.

She naturally didn't know about the in-depth magic communication between Rogge and Hermione, but was just curious about what kind of experiment could prompt Hermione's magic power to grow rapidly.

Based on his own personal experience, Rogge could judge that Hermione's magic qualifications were extraordinary. He had never caused such a strong mental resonance in Fleur and Daphne.

However, Hermione's body was not strong, and she soon became weak and limp like an ordinary witch. If it was Fleur, with her body with Veela blood, she might be able to fight Rogge for three hundred rounds.

Roger did not force Hermione to bear beyond her ability, but pondered the mystery of this spiritual resonance. The first time he released his spiritual power was on Bathsheda. At that time, he just exploded passively and did not know how to control it.

Fortunately, Bathsheda was tolerant and gentle enough to slowly stabilize his violent spiritual power.

Roger licked his lips and recalled the time he spent with Bathsheda. The spiritual obsession was far more profound than the physical impulse. When he thought of the night in the green forest, his spiritual power would send strong fluctuations. It was as if Bathsheda's spiritual power was a powerful catalyst that he could not give up.

He looked down and saw that Hermione had fallen asleep. The magic in her body was still growing, making her look more beautiful and moving. Roger gently covered her with a blanket, fearing that he would disturb her rest, and then quietly left the room.

Ariana looked at Rogge's back and muttered to herself, "They won't..."

When she thought of that shameful possibility, Ariana couldn't help her curiosity. She took the opportunity when Rogge left to secretly open the door of the celestial sphere. The scene in front of her made her exclaim in a low voice: clothes scattered all over the floor, and Hermione sleeping on the recliner.

"They haven't gotten married yet!" Ariana whispered and quietly retreated. She finally understood what the so-called experiment was.

She remembered that when she lived in Fertile Plains, she also heard the story of the miller's daughter losing her virginity in the spring grain pile. In fact, the girl was younger than Hermione and got married at the age of fourteen.

On the other side, Rogge walked into the room seriously. He sat by the window and carefully maintained the Kirin wand. Rosewood, Kirin heartstring, 12 inches.

Compared with Harry's Phoenix wand, it has no twin brother; compared with the old wand made by the god of death, it cannot resist the unforgivable curse. However, it is equally noble and uncommon.

When Roger held it, there was no awkwardness at all, as if he was holding another part of his body. He could clearly feel the fine texture on the wooden stick and the strength of the Qilin heartstring beating under the magic.

There was an indescribable tacit understanding between this wand and him. Roger could completely trust it anytime and anywhere.

Then, he drew out the sword of Gryffindor, and the sword shone with silver-white light in the moonlight. A huge ruby ​​was inlaid at the end of the complex pattern on the hilt to balance the weight of the sword.

Roger held it in one hand and came to the courtyard, dancing with a series of sharp moves in the moonlight. The blade drew red and green light, representing the power it had swallowed: the poison of the basilisk and the fire of the phoenix.

Every move and every step he took was extremely precise, as if it was a perfect sword move adjusted with a ruler. He stepped down with his right foot forcefully, and his body moved sideways three steps in an instant.

He twisted his upper body and swung the sword powerfully. The blade cut through the wind, and a clear and pleasant sword sound came. The red and green light and shadow seemed to be splashed out like watercolor, blocking the moonlight.

The man slowed down, and the sword slowed down too.

Rogge took a deep breath and silently inserted it into the scabbard made of dragon skin. Although this set of swordsmanship was already very perfect in the eyes of others, Rogge himself was not satisfied.

His teacher Alex once told him that the sword was too light for him. However, Rogge felt that the problem was not the weight of the sword, but that he could not perform swordsmanship instinctively.

His steps were gorgeous, the sword flowers were as beautiful as roses, and the light and shadow of the sword waving seemed like a gorgeous rainbow. But under this beautiful appearance, it was just a mechanical dance, lacking real soul and intuition.

Rogge understood that his swordsmanship had never been on the right track from beginning to end. He had always relied on the strength of his body, precise control, and the power of the Gryffindor sword to slaughter the weak.

He realized that he needed a stronger teacher or enemy to help him grow. Unfortunately, there was no one here. In the world of Hogwarts, wizards fight with magic, and Muggles win with guns. Swords? Remnants of the last era.

Rogue's heart slowly calmed down, and his weapons were ready, waiting for the enemy to come.

He gave some daggers to the elves at home, and told them to practice backstabbing the scarecrow with Apparition to prepare for the upcoming battle.

"Voldemort, will you come?" He looked at the moon in the sky and asked silently in his heart.

The moon did not answer his question, and neither did the wind. In the manor on a midsummer night, no one could give him an answer.

He stood alone in the darkness, guarding the silence of the manor. Hermione slept soundly, and her dreams were also beautiful. Outside the manor, someone was concerned about Rogue, and Rogue was also thinking about them.