Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

Augustus looked at the sky, and turned to Weasley, "It's almost time?"

Weasley looked at his pocket watch, "Do you know who we're waiting for, Amos?"

"No, the Lovegoods were there a week ago, and the Fawcetts haven't got tickets," said Mr. Diggory. "There's no one else in the area, is there?"

"It looks like we're the only ones left." Arthur nodded, "Okay, there's still one minute...we should all be in our positions..."

He turned to look at Harry and Hermione, "You just have to touch the Portkey, that's all, just hold out a finger—"

Augustus followed the crowd to the old boots. Everyone stood in a row, forming a tight circle. Everyone put their hands on the boots. Weasley looked at his pocket watch and whispered, "Three, Two, one."

A huge suction erupted from the boots, and everyone's feet were off the ground, as if in a whirlpool, they flew forward like a gust of wind, and they couldn't see anything clearly.The boots seemed to have magnetic force, they held everyone firmly and kept pulling them outward, the next moment.

Both feet fell heavily to the ground, except for Augustus, Arthur and Amos, everyone else fell together.

"Five past seven, from Ferret Mountain." Only one voice said.

This Portkey is quite interesting, a smile appeared on the corner of Augustus's mouth, but it is more convenient to send the array, after all, the method is more gentle.

Turning their heads and looking around, the place they came to looked like a large desolate, foggy swamp.In front of them stood two weary and sullen wizards, one of them holding a large gold watch, the other a roll of thick parchment and a quill.Both were dressed like Muggles, but not very well: the man with the gold watch wore a tweed suit with thigh-length galoshes; his colleague wore a Highlander's suit. pleated skirt and a South American cape.

It seems that this should be the recorder responsible for counting the transfer points of the door keys, but the effect of these people pretending to be a Muggle is really bad. If such a dress is placed in the Muggle world, it can be described as weird. The matching style of the wizard is indeed puzzling.

"Hello, Mr. Augustus," Basil said wearily, "I've been waiting for you here for a long time. Miss Lilian has reserved tents for you in the first camp area in advance. If there is no problem, you just need to go all the way Go north, turn another corner, and you will reach your destination."

Augustus nodded politely to the person in charge. It seemed that Lilian had predicted that he would fly from the Portkey of Ferret Mountain, and had actually greeted the person in charge in advance. This would be much more convenient.

After bidding farewell to the Weasleys and Harry and Hermione, Augustus started heading due north, through the desolate swamp, and walked for about 10 minutes. During this time, he turned around and gradually appeared before his eyes A door, and then a small stone house.Behind the stone houses, thousands of tents of odd shapes climbed the gentle slope of a large field that stretched out to a dark forest on the horizon.

A man with a serious expression stood at the door. Augustus noticed that this man should be a Muggle, and no accident, he should be the manager of the camp area.

"Good morning, is this the area of ​​the first battalion?" Augustus asked with a look in his eyes.

He looked at Augustus, and then replied in a polite manner, "Of course, I am the person in charge of this area. Slack"

Augustus continued, "Is there any tent reserved in my name, Augustus, is there?"

Slack carefully looked at the form hanging on the wall, nodded and said, "Well, it was reserved the day before yesterday. It's in the woods over there. You have already paid the deposit and you can use it directly."

"Thank you." Augustus thanked him and walked in the direction Slack pointed.

Go all the way, passing between two rows of long tents.Most of the tents don't look special, obviously their owners took pains to make them as similar as possible to Muggle tents, but some accidentally overdid it, adding chimneys and bells. Rope or weather vane, make neither fish nor fowl.However, occasionally there are a few tents, which can be seen to be enchanted.

About to arrive at the place, a particularly conspicuous tent appeared in sight, it used a lot of striped silk extravagantly, it looked like a small palace, and there were several live peacocks tied at the entrance.

"Hey, Mr. Augustus, here." As expected, a boy with platinum blonde hair appeared at the door of the tent, and he waved excitedly at Augustus.

You know, who else can do such a thing as raising a peacock at the door of the tent, except Malfoy.

Before Augustus could respond, there was a four-story building next to it, with several turret tents, and a girl with crimson pupils walked out. Lilian said to Augustus with a smile in her eyes. Good morning.

The two walked up to Augustus, and Lilian introduced his tent to Augustus enthusiastically. On the right behind Malfoy and Lilian's tent, there was a garden in front of the door, where a sundial, The tent of the fountain looks pretty good, and there is a small sign on the ground that reads: Augustus.

Walking into the tent, you can see a small space from the outside, and a floating attic inside. A staircase extends directly from the outside of the attic. Like the Gothic style, the exterior of the building looks interesting.

Huge blocks of color approach from the ridge of the roof to the grass in the garden outside. The floor-to-ceiling windows in the house are mottled with brilliant colors, and the five-color light-plated screen door is brightly carved. The irregular water marks on the terrace reflect the warm sunlight.There are many ivy growing in the corridor, and a piece of greenery fills the entire building layout.

"Overall, it's pretty good." Augustus looked around casually, quite satisfied.

"After visiting the tent, I will take you outside while the weather is good. There should be many acquaintances around this camp area." Lilian sent out the invitation, Augustus nodded, and Malfoy had no choice but to follow Continue to make soy sauce behind the two.

At this time, the sun had just risen, the mist gradually dissipated, the sun spread warmly, the color of the leaves became deeper, the sky was blue and moist, and the mottled light and shadow projected on the slender figure of Augustus, as if coated with a layer of frost. Layers of brilliant golden brilliance.