Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

The weather was just right. Walking out from the center of the camp area, many tents woke up from their slumber. Most wizards started to get busy with breakfast. Some sneaked around and lit the fire with their wands; some were striking matches, There was a skeptical look on his face, as if he thought it must not work.

Walking along the path, two little witches rode on two toy broomsticks, flying low, their feet lightly brushing the dewy green grass.A wizard working in the Ministry had seen them, and he hurried past, muttering distraughtly, "It's broad daylight! Parents must be sleeping late—"

"This kind of broomstick is said to be the earliest version of a comet. When the broomstick was not invented very early, I heard that the means of transportation used flying carpets." Malfoy had a look of nostalgia in his eyes, as if thinking of his childhood.

"Well, isn't the flying carpet banned now? In fact, there is no need for the Ministry of Magic to do this. It is inevitable for the broomstick to replace the flying carpet. Adding a ban is completely superfluous." Augustus looked The two little witches flitted around unabashedly, and smiled lightly.

Walking across the grounds, three African wizards, all in long white robes, were sitting solemnly talking about something, over a burgeoning purple fire with what looked like a hare roasting.Another group of middle-aged American male wizards sat talking and laughing, a shiny banner hung high between their tents: Salem School of Wizardry.Fragments of conversation came from the tents they passed, in strange languages, but everyone's voice was excited.

"It is said that the wizarding academy in the United States is very advanced in education. The school adopts free-range management, but in terms of overall strength, it should still be inferior to Hogwarts. In America, there were teams from the United States participating in the previous Triwizard Tournament. , almost never won a championship." Lilian flicked her bangs boredly, her voice clear and crisp.

When Augustus heard about the Triwizard Tournament, interest flashed in his silver pupils, "I heard that Hogwarts will be the host of the Triwizard Tournament this semester, and Beauxbatons and Durmstrang I don’t know if there are any outstanding students in this academy.”

"Well, if you go to participate in the Triwizard Hegemony, I guess those two academies won't have much to do. I heard that when the Dark Lord was in school, the players of Beauxbaton and Durmstrang were really hit hard. .” Malfoy had an expression with his nostrils upturned, as if he was quite disdainful towards the other two academies in Europe.

"If it's the Triwizard Contest held this year, Mr. Augustus probably won't be able to participate. He doesn't seem to be old enough to sign up." Lilian recalled the age limit and said.

Malfoy sneered, "The age limit is just an age line. With Mr. Augustus's magical attainments, how could an age limit draw a line that could stop him in his footsteps."

The three of them walked all the way, and suddenly walked into a green ocean.

Lilian looked at the surrounding tents, and said rather coldly, "It seems that we have reached the support area of ​​the Irish team."

In the place they had just entered, all the tents were covered with a thick layer of clover, and it looked like countless strange-shaped green hills emerging from the ground.In the tent with the curtain opened, smiling faces can be seen.At this time, they heard someone calling their name behind them.

"Mr. Augustus, Malfoy, Lillian."

There was surprise in Pan Xi's light blue eyes, meeting three people walking together here seemed to be a feeling of encountering old acquaintances in a foreign land.She was sitting in front of a tent with a disc-style top pole, next to a woman with long blond hair.

"This is my mother. By the way, did you come from the center of the camp?" Pansy asked curiously. "The rental space there seems to be extremely tight. We are only a little late and have already been rented out."

Mrs. Parkinson looked very young. If it wasn't for Pansy's introduction, she might be mistaken for her sister, "Is this Mr. Augustus? I know your mother very well. I heard that they traveled around the world. It's a pity that I haven't seen your mother for a long time after the last meeting." She smiled at Augustus gently, with elegance in her tone.

"Yes, she often mentioned you at home, ma'am." Augustus responded politely, and after a few uninspiring conversations, the three said goodbye to Pansy and her mother, and set off again.

It wasn't long before they came to the area where the Bulgarian supporters were camped, where the Bulgarian flag - white, green and red - fluttered in the breeze.There were no plants covering the tents here, but each tent had the same poster with a very gloomy face with thick black eyebrows.Of course, the picture is moving, but the face is nothing but blinking and frowning.

"Tsk tsk, isn't this Krum? Why is his avatar so popular? It seems that these Bulgarian fans are hopeless." Malfoy sneered, as if he couldn't understand this ostentatious way.

Noticing the puzzled gaze of Augustus, Lilian explained, "Viktor Krum, a Bulgarian Seeker! He is quite talented, and he has only participated in many World Cups now."

Coming out of the support area in Bulgaria, not far ahead, two men were arguing fiercely about something.One of them was very old, wearing a long printed pajamas.Another wizard, apparently working for the Ministry, held up a pair of pinstriped trousers and was on the verge of tears with exasperation.

"You can put it on, Archie. You can't walk around in it, the Muggle at the gate is starting to suspect—"

"I bought these trousers from a Muggle shop," said the old wizard stubbornly. "Muggles wear them too."

"Muggle women wear them, Archie, men don't wear them, men wear these," said the wizard who worked in the Ministry, waving the pinstriped trousers.

"I don't wear them," said old Archie angrily. "I'd rather have a wholesome breeze blow my ass, thank you."

There was a smile on Augustus's face, and Lilian tried her best not to laugh out loud. Malfoy couldn't straighten up from laughing, there are strange things every year, especially this year, maybe this old man likes them very much. This kind of refreshing feeling, it really is old and healthy, in good health, in fact, from another perspective, what he said is somewhat philosophical, after all, what one likes is the best.