Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

In the evening after class, the weather was as foggy and foggy as ever. The three of Harry came out of the castle. They had never been in this direction before.The winding paths took them into the wild fields around Hogsmeade village.There are only a few cabins here, but the gardens that accompany them are large.They walked towards the foot of the hill, where Hogsmeade lay in the shadow of the mountain.Then they turned a corner and saw a fence at the end of the path.Waiting for them there was a big, scruffy black dog with its front paws resting on the highest fence and a few newspapers in its mouth. This dog looked very familiar...

"Hello, Sirius," said Harry as they walked past.

Harry looked at the black dog standing there, and for a moment, the huge black dog stood upright and turned into a tall and thin man.

Sirius was wearing a pure black robe, his hair seemed to have been carefully styled, and his face was quite ruddy. It looked completely different from before.

He looked up at Harry and smiled, but Harry only smiled reluctantly.

"What are you doing here, Sirius?" he asked.

"Fulfilling my obligations as godfather," said Sirius.

"The World Cup and the Triwizard Tournament, so many things have happened, you are in a very dangerous situation now, not to mention, I heard from Ron that you have fallen out with Mr. Augustus. At this moment, the internal division is definitely more important than The dangers from the outside world are even more serious, and what you have done is simply too naive." Black's face was serious, and there was a trace of interrogation in his tone.

Harry glared at Ron, "I just saw the true colors of some hypocrites. On the one hand, he invited Qiu Zhang, and on the other hand, the second project revealed that the love in his heart was Lilian. The hypocritical aristocrats of the ship, it is better to break up as soon as possible."

Sirius shook his head helplessly, "What are you thinking, from the World Cup's Dark Mark to your name being inexplicably thrown into the Goblet of Fire, all of these reveal an unusual conspiracy atmosphere, at this time, you are still You are so disappointing to care about these children's personal affairs."

Hermione had a look of worry on her face, "That's true. So far, we haven't figured out who put your name into the Goblet of Fire, and what is the purpose of this person. At this time, internal divisions happen to be It is what the other party wants to see the most. What's more, Mr. Augustus has helped us countless times since the beginning of our acquaintance. Without him, Sirius would not be able to reverse the case and regain his freedom, no matter in terms of morality or today In such a situation, you are too villainous to act like this."

Harry's face was full of haze, "Yes, no matter from which point of view, I shouldn't have done what I did. But, have any of you considered my feelings, he is a genuine Hogwarts warrior, my name is It’s just that if he appears a second later, he becomes a counterfeit, and I can bear it. I can also bear the so-called pure blood of Slytherin, who wear the badge of Potter’s stinky shit, I can also bear it. He is the protagonist at the prom dinner, and he is subject to countless girls. In pursuit of invitations, I can only pick the last one, I still don't care. But why does he play with Qiu Zhang's feelings and use Qiu Zhang as a shield for Lilian, this is the so-called gentleman's demeanor?"

The wind blew over the edge of the cliff, and the atmosphere gradually cooled down. Sirius sighed and did not continue to persuade.

It was early summer, the last week of May, after Potions class, Snape left Augustus behind.

"Augustus, you go down to the Quidditch pitch at nine o'clock tonight," Snape told him. "Mr. Bagman is there to tell the warriors what the third item is."

At nine o'clock in the evening, Augustus walked slowly out of the Slytherin common room and went downstairs.Walked along the pitch-black lawn towards the Quidditch pitch, and entered through a gap between the stands.

As far as the eye could see, the Quidditch pitch was no longer flat and smooth.It seems that someone has built countless long low walls here, and these low walls are intricate, winding and extending in all directions.

On the field, the other three warriors had been waiting for a long time.

"Hello!" shouted a cheerful voice.

Ludo Bagman stood in the middle of the court, next to Krum and Fleur.

"Well, what do you think?" Bagman asked cheerfully. "It's going well, isn't it? In another month, Hagrid will make them twenty feet tall. Don't worry," he saw Harry's face With an unhappy expression, he said with a smile, "As soon as the Tournament is over, your Quidditch pitch will return to its original state! Well, I think you can probably guess what we are going to do here, right?"

No one spoke for a while, and then—

"Maze," Krum said gruffly.

"That's right!" Bagman said. "It's a maze. The third item is very simple and clear. The Triwizard Tournament Cup is placed in the center of the maze, and whoever can touch it first will get full marks."

Augustus touched his chin slightly. The maze is a rather ancient competitive event. It not only tests the observation, memory, physical strength, but also timely judgment of the passers-by. It is quite an interesting event.

"There's going to be a lot of obstacles," Bagman said cheerfully, hopping on tiptoe, "Hagrid's got a bunch of animals to offer... and some spells that have to be broken... and stuff like that, you know. Yes, the Warrior with the leading score enters the maze first."

"Mr. Augustus first, then Krum, and finally Harry and Fleur. So, there is no problem? Then we all go back to the castle."

After saying goodbye to Bagman, Augustus and Krum turned back to the castle together.

"I'm quite good at the maze project. I will never let you dominate this competition again. I will try my best to surpass you!" Krum's old-fashioned face showed a trace of blood.

Augustus smiled slightly, "I believe this project will be very exciting, as long as you do your best, no matter you win or lose, you will have no regrets."

At this time, a man suddenly stumbled out from behind a tall oak tree.Augustus looked over suspiciously. He seemed to have some impression of this person. After a closer look, it turned out to be Crouch. However, his current appearance was far from usual.

He looked as if he had been adrift for many days, his robes were torn at the knees and stained with blood, his face was also scarred, unshaven, and gray and haggard.His otherwise neat hair and beard needed washing and trimming.His appearance was strange, but the strangest thing was his behavior.Mr. Crouch seemed to be talking to someone, muttering and gesticulating.