Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

Snowflakes like goose feathers floated in the sky, and the crystal clear snow fell from the sky one after another. Countless huge snowflakes fell on Augustus' long golden hair. He stretched out his right hand to catch the grace from the sky. There is always an inexplicable sense of familiarity, these unsullied elves are still perfect and innocent in his eyes.

"This year's winter seems to have come a little early. In the past, the sun was still scorching. Looking at the heavy snow now, it seems that there will be endless blizzards this winter." Lilian's wine-red eyes were smiling, and she didn't care at all. The snowflakes falling on his body, in the midst of the turbulent white snowfall, the smile on his face was as clean and pure as a child's. Augustus was also infected, and couldn't help showing a warm smile.

The village of Hogsmeade looks like a Christmas card: huts and shops covered in crisp snow, holly wreaths on doors, enchanted candles Hang in a string on a tree.

"Looking at the snow situation, we'd better find a place to take shelter, otherwise I'm afraid we won't have to continue enjoying the snow scene, and we'll all be turned into snowmen with only one eye." nose, looking pitifully at Augustus.

"How about we go to the Shrieking Shack, I heard that it is the most haunted haunted house in the whole of England, how about going to explore the adventure, I have wanted to see what ghosts look like since I was very young." Lilian said happily Make a suggestion and look to Augustus.

"Actually, I'm not very interested in ghosts. The butter beer you mentioned earlier is pretty good. I think I'd better drink something at the Three Broomsticks." Augustus smiled wryly. Something thousands of times scarier than ghosts came from He doesn't even know how many demons in hell he has ended with his own hands, and he still cares about one or two things condensed by human resentment during his lifetime?Even the existence of the so-called Three Great Demon Lords in the deepest part of hell will feel awe when his name is mentioned. For these demons from the underground, Augustus really can't think of any desire to fight.

"Yeah, in this weather, going to the Three Broomsticks to drink butterbeer is definitely the best choice, and Mr. Augustus is wise." Malfoy quickly took over the conversation, looking like he couldn't be better.Lilian curled her lips and had no choice but to keep up with the two of them.

So they crossed the road, and in a few minutes they entered the little hotel.It was crowded and noisy, warm and smoky, and a woman with a curvaceous figure and a pretty face was tending a group of rowdy wizards. "Ms. Rosmota is still as beautiful as ever." Malfoy walked into the bar with a familiar look, "I'll go order drinks, Mr. Augustus, you need to find a seat first."

Augustus and Lillian went to the back of the room, where there was a small empty table between the window and the beautiful Christmas tree, near the fireplace. Five minutes later, Malfoy returned, holding three large mugs of hot, frothy butterbeer.

"It looks good on the outside, and I believe the taste must be extraordinary." Augustus took the beer and nodded slightly.

"Merry Christmas." Malfoy raised his glass, and three huge butterbeer glasses collided together. It was still snowy outside, and Augustus took a sip. The taste was luscious, and the aftertaste in his mouth was endless. It was indeed a good beer.

The door of the Three Broomsticks opened again, and Hermione and Ron came in. Augustus glanced casually, and suddenly found something interesting. He opened his probing eyes, and Harry's thin figure loomed under the cloak.

"Why did they come at this time? It's such a disappointment. A good wine trip was ruined by these two troublesome hands." Malfoy waved his hand disdainfully, and took two big gulps of butter beer viciously, feeling uneasy in his heart .

Suddenly, a breeze blew through Augustus' golden hair, and the door of the Three Broomsticks opened again.

Professor McGonagall and Flitwick had just entered the tavern in a gust of snowflakes, followed by Hagrid, who was talking with a dignified man wearing a dark yellow-green bowler hat and a thin striped cloak It was so lively that this person was Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.

"Today is really weird, why Professor McGonagall and the others are here, and the Minister of Magic, how did they get together. It's interesting." Lilian was a little drunk, looked at the four people who came in with blurred eyes, and murmured .

Professor McGonagall walked to the front desk, wearing gorgeous turquoise high heels.

"A small glass of canyon water?"

"Mine." Professor McGonagall's voice.

"Four pints of mead?"

"Thanks, Rosmerta," said Hagrid.

"A sherry soda with ice and snails??"

"Huh!" said Professor Flitwick, smacking his lips.

"Then yours is red currant rum, minister."

"Thank you, Rosmerta, dear," said Fudge's voice. "I must say, it's good to see you again. Have a drink, too, will you? Come and sit with us..."

"Good. Thank you, Minister."

"Fudge came here at this time, apparently for the sake of Sirius. As for Professor McGonagall, they are with him, naturally, they are just consulting related matters for him." Augustus rubbed his chin, looked at several people and said.

"Tch, it's Sirius again. Now many pure-blood families have issued arrest orders for him. If he can be caught, he will definitely receive a large amount of rewards. On the other hand, because of this incident, many people coveted Fudge. Now the Minister of Magic, I am afraid that he is already in danger, so he has to go out and arrest Sirius himself." After all, Malfoy is a pure blood, and he is quite familiar with the political situation in front of him.

"What brought you here, Minister?" was Rosmerta's voice.

Fudge's stout lower body squirmed in the chair, as if checking to see if anyone was eavesdropping.Then he said quietly: "What's going on but Sirius Black, dear? I dare say you've heard what happened at school on Halloween?"

"Sure enough, it seems that Fudge doesn't quite believe that Sirius can be captured by dementors alone. It is absolutely necessary to appear at this time." Augustus picked up the cup, took a sip, and thought.

"I heard the rumours," Ms Rosmerta admitted.

"Did you tell the whole pub, Hagrid?" said Professor McGonagall angrily.

"Do you think Blake is still around here, Minister?" Ms. Rosmerta asked in a low voice.

"Sure," said Fudge curtly.

"Did you know that the dementors have raided my tavern twice?" said Madam Rosmerta, with a little sharpness in her voice. "Scares my customers away.. that's bad for business, Minister."

It was still snowing outside the window, and there was an undercurrent surging inside the window. A simple sentence or two concealed countless sharp edges. A smile appeared on Augustus's face, and the corner of his mouth was slightly curved. It was extremely boring.