Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

"The antidote, I hope you are ready." Snape stared at the crowd with dark eyes, "I hope you can brew the perfect potion. Naturally, we will choose someone to try it later."

Harry laughed at himself. From the moment Snape made this request, he knew that the drug tester should be him most of the time. No matter what, it was just a bottle of drugs, even if the antidote he brewed What if there is no successful resistance?

Snape's eyes met Harry's in the air, and there was an inexplicable stubbornness in Harry's eyes.

There was a knock on the basement door.

Standing at the door was a short boy.He ducked sideways into the classroom, then walked towards Snape's podium at the front of the room.

"What?" Snape asked impatiently.

"Sir, I'm here to take the Hogwarts warriors to the compartment on the second floor. The inspection items before the competition." The boy whispered politely.

Snape glanced at Augustus who was quietly concocting the potion, and a rare smile appeared on his face, "Augustus, you go up with this child."

Augustus nodded, stopped, glanced at the antidote that was about to take shape, clapped his hands, packed his things and walked out.

The boy followed Augustus, seeing that he had finished tidying up, he thanked Snape in a low voice.Then he turned and walked towards Augustus, with a hint of excitement on his childish face.

"Mr. Augustus, can we go now?" The boy looked at Augustus with some respect in his polite eyes.

"You seem to have forgotten Harry?" Augustus pointed to Potter at the desk in surprise.

The boy's face flushed, he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, and said awkwardly, "I'm sorry, Professor Snape, and Mr. Potter, I didn't remember."

Harry would have given everything he had to get out of this place, brave, what a great word, now, but a forgotten imposter.

Snape waved his hand impatiently, "Very good, very good, Potter, leave your things here, I want you to come back later and test your antidote."

"I'm sorry, sir—he has to take his things," the boy squealed nervously. "All the brave—"

"Very good!" said Snape, "Potter—take your schoolbag and disappear from my sight!"

The three of Augustus left the classroom.

"Mr. Augustus, I am your loyal supporter. You will definitely win the championship this time, won't you?" the boy asked timidly as he walked.

Augustus smiled slightly, and said gently, "It's not easy to get the Triwizard Trophy, but I think we'll all do our best. By the way, what's your name?"

The boy replied with some excitement, "Sam, Levance."

Augustus nodded, Harry remained silent, and soon, the three of them reached their destination.

"Good luck." Sam gestured excitedly to the two, and Augustus and Harry walked into the room.

It was a small classroom, and most of the desks had been pushed to the back of the room, leaving a large space in the middle.But there were three desks facing each other, in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet.Behind the velvet-covered desk, there were five chairs, and in one of them sat Ludo Bagman, talking to a witch in a magenta robe.

Viktor Krum, sullen as usual, stood in a corner, not talking to anyone.Furong was concentrating on studying the flowers in front of her. A potbellied man was holding a large black camera that was slightly smoking, and was watching Furong out of the corner of his eyes.

Bagman spotted the two Augustus walking in, stood up happily, and waved to them, "Ah, here we come, the remaining two warriors. Come in... There is nothing to worry about, just the test Ceremony of the wand, the other judges will be here shortly—"

"Detecting the wand?" Augustus frowned slightly.

"Well, yes, we must check whether your wands are in good condition. After all, the tool throughout the game is the wands in your hands. If something goes wrong, the consequences will be unimaginable." Bagman showed a lovely smile on his face. Pointing to the witch next to her, "By the way, this is a reporter from the Daily Prophet, Rita Skeeter. She's here to do an exclusive interview for the Triwizard Tournament."

Rita kept her eyes on Augustus. After Bagman finished her introduction, she showed a warm smile on her face, "Are you Mr. Augustus? Sure enough, you are as talented as my father. I will do it this time." The whole follow-up report of the Triwizard Contest was also inspired by your father, after all, he is the largest shareholder of the Daily Prophet. Of course, personal interviews still need your willingness, and we will do our best not to disturb the lives of the warriors.”

Augustus gave a weird smile. Isn't his father still traveling around the world?How can you still have time to instruct a reporter to come to Hogwarts to do follow-up interviews? It's a hell.

Rita turned to Harry, who was standing silently by the side, as if she had discovered a new world. "Ah, before we start, can I have a word with Harry?" she asked Bagman, her eyes still Staring firmly at Harry, "The youngest warrior, you know... just to add some color to the article."

Like being caught, Harry was quickly taken to the broom closet next to him. Augustus nodded slightly, hoping that the Warriors' personal interview would help Potter gain some reputation and change his current situation.

"Mr. Augustus, the competition is approaching. I don't know how you are preparing? There are many supporters of you in our school. For this reason, Mr. Karkaroff lost his temper. I was caught in the middle. It's not human inside and out." Krum put on a sad face, but the smile in the corner of his eyes betrayed him.

Augustus smiled lightly, "Each, each other. You definitely have a lot of fans in our school. I heard that Ron of the Weasley family has always wanted to give up the bed in the dormitory. He sleeps on the camp bed by himself. It's too late. It’s too late.”

Krum looked puzzled, "Weasley? I really don't have much impression. But if there is a chance for you to come to our ship, I'm sure at least one quarter of the students will sacrifice themselves to live in the Forbidden Forest without hesitation. go."