Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

The night was as black as ink, and the gorgeous fiery red light surrounded Augustus, and the light red light reflected into the silver pupils, gathering into two spots of blood-red red.As a legendary mage of the empire in the last life, once the war machine is activated, countless souls will be buried in his hands, and once he succeeds, his bones will dry up. The road to magic has always been paved with blood.

Lilian stood quietly behind Augustus with a calm face. Even though she was facing the most vicious group of people in England, the desperadoes who had ruled the dark forces in the magic world for 30 years, she still couldn't feel it. A trace of waves, because she knows that standing in front of her is the most indestructible back in this world.

The warm wind of the summer night blew slowly, and the slender figure of Augustus stood in the breeze, and the deep voice sounded in the night, "Now, there are only two choices before you. The purpose of gathering, second, to choose a good way to die."

The Death Eaters fell silent, and an inexplicable sense of subtlety enveloped the Death Eaters under the night sky. If anyone else said such words to them, this group of rebellious desperadoes would surely Let him know what disaster comes from the mouth, but facing this man, they hesitated, and the subconsciousness of life instinct told them that if they didn't choose the first item, maybe the second item he said would come without a trace of warning.

"Mr. Augustus, I am the leader of this organization." After only a moment's delay, a somewhat tall Death Eater came out with a respectful expression on his face, "I am very sorry for disturbing you. The gathering is just a carnival after the World Cup, for the sake of pure blood and Slytherin, please let us go, Death Eaters will never appear in your surrounding environment again."

"Interesting, carnival? These innocent Muggles are the incidentals of your carnival? To a certain extent, I have no prejudice against any Death Eaters, but, as a person in my life, I can't stand those who bully the unarmed and weak, so , that Death Eater deserved his death, do you think he deserves to die?" Augustus had a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and his pupils were full of coldness.

"Actually, we had some complaints about him a long time ago. This time the lord got rid of him with his own hands. It's really a joy to the hearts of the people. There are such scum among the Death Eaters. It's also our oversight. I hope the lord can understand us." The leader of the Death Eaters hurriedly stood up to clarify the relationship, and when he turned around, he kept sending winks to the other Death Eaters.

As if they understood his gaze, one by one the Death Eaters began to scold the tragic substitute for the dead ghost who was already dead and could not die again. The scum of the world," all kinds of applause and scolding interspersed among them.

"Okay," waved his hand impatiently, and Augustus stopped these Death Eaters who were following the wind, "Get lost."

Before all the Death Eaters could feel the joy of being saved from a desperate situation, a huge green shiny thing suddenly appeared in the darkness.It jumped up the treetops and flew into the air.An extremely huge skeleton is composed of countless green star-like things, and a large boa constrictor protrudes from the skull's mouth like a tongue.As they watched, the skeleton rose higher and higher, shining brightly in a cloud of green smoke, like a new constellation against the dark night sky.

A burst of screams erupted from the crowd of Death Eaters, and the slight blasting sound from Apparition rang out every minute. In less than ten seconds, the Death Eaters in the open space could no longer even find their shadows.

"Dark Mark." Augustus looked at the green skeleton in the air with a serious face.

"Is that person back?" Lilian asked with some concern.

"It's most likely just his servant. Let's go and have a look." Augustus gestured for Lilian to give him his hand. With a slight air vibration, Augustus and Lilian disappeared in place.

Stepping on the ground, looking around, three embarrassed figures came into view.

"It seems to be Harry and the others." Lilian looked over strangely, why did the three of them appear at the Dark Mark.

The three of Harry also saw Augustus and Lilian. Hermione's eyes lit up, and she hurried over with the two of them. Before they could speak, they heard a series of popping sounds. Surrounded.

"Dizzy!" roared twenty voices at the same time—then there was a series of blinding flashes, like a strong wind blowing across the clearing, Augustus waved his wand impatiently, and a black cloud descended from the sky, covering the entire area. Around Harry Lilian and the others, all the scorching red light that entered the cloud scattered to other places, crossed each other above their heads, hit the tree trunk, and was bounced into the darkness——

"Stop!" cried a voice he knew well. "Stop! That's my son!"

Mr. Weasley strode towards them, looking terrified.

"Mr. Augustus, Ron—Harry—" His voice trembled, "Are you all right?"

"Get out of the way, Arthur," said a cold, emotionless voice.

It's Mr. Crouch.He and the other wizarding officials from the Ministry surrounded him.There was a trace of impatience on Augustus's calm face.

"Which of you did this?" he asked sharply, his piercing eyes flicking between the three of them. "Which of you conjured the Dark Mark?"

"Crouch," an elegant middle-aged man came out from the crowd, it was Bryan, "Do you think my daughter, and her classmates, some of them are underage Death Eaters?"

"They were found at the crime scene!" Crouch still pointed his wand at Augustus and the others.

"It's ridiculous. When did everyone at the scene become criminals? This theory is really interesting." Augustus sneered.

"The timing for you to be discovered is so perfect. Besides you, who else here can conjure the Dark Mark?" Crouch stared at several people stubbornly.

Augustus didn't answer. He really didn't want to say much about the chief who was always asking questions.

"Barty," whispered a witch in a long wool dressing gown, "they're children, Barty, and there's no way they'd—"

"Where did the mark come from?" asked Mr. Weasley anxiously.

"Over there," said Hermione in a trembling voice, pointing to where they had just heard the sound, "behind the tree there were...they were speaking loudly - chanting a spell -"