Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

In the reception room of the Wizard Tower, Harry was looking at Augustus who was standing not far in front of him with some embarrassment. The experience tonight was really too fantastic. The deterrent-level nuclear bomb that will not be abused, and the cloud tower that fell from the sky at the end are like the end of a dream night. There is no doubt that if Augustus does not show up tonight, he will definitely die.

"Mr. Augustus, I really don't know how to apologize to you. During that time, I was indeed too villainous and maliciously speculated on you for no reason. At the last moment of the third project, if I can listen to you So many things will not happen. Now it seems that I am a little unreasonable, childish and stupid." After a pause, Harry swallowed hard, and lowered his head, "In any case, I will accept any punishment, I hope you can forgive me."

Augustus smiled slightly, "There is nothing fundamentally wrong. It doesn't matter whether you forgive or not." At his mental age, he really has no interest in fighting against a child. As for forgiveness?I didn't take it to heart at all, so how could I say forgiveness.

Harry nodded distressedly, "Nevertheless, my apology to you is too deep. After I go back to school, I will publicly apologize to you. I am very sorry."

Sitting on the soft chair in the room, Augustus looked at the dark blue starry sky through the window strings, "Look, the world and the starry sky outside the window, there are so many things in this universe that we need to explore and pursue, the road is endless and limited. Whether it is a person or a dream, we need to persevere and persevere tirelessly. Besides, in my opinion, what a person pursues, as long as it does not hinder others or affect others maliciously, generally And looking at it, I am afraid it is a good ideal.”

Dream, from the mage tower above the clouds, looking at the vast expanse of sky and stars, Harry has a puzzled look on his face, what is my ideal, it seems that since birth, the road has been paved by others, entering Hoag Watts thwarted Voldemort's plan and was arranged to be a warrior of the triwizard struggle. Everything seemed to have been set by others. He was just a doll on the stage, monotonously following the swings of others. Different reactions, no thought, no pursuit, life is as obscure as ever, the expectant eyes of Dumbledore, Hermione and others almost submerged him in the quagmire of goodwill.No one has ever told him that people should have their own dreams, and they should have the courage to pursue and stick to their ideals.

"Thank you, Mr. Augustus." There was a touch of emotion in Harry's pure green pupils.

The Wizard Tower pierces through the clouds and rides the wind. Under the dark night, the purple Cloud Tower shines with a mysterious luster and stops above the Hogwarts Quidditch Stadium.Augustus took Harry from the clouds to the ground.

In front of the starry night sky, Albus Dumbledore walked into the arena from above the stands, surrounded by dark figures, all crowded towards them.

The two of them reached the edge of the maze, and they could see tall stands all around, people walking on them, and stars twinkling overhead.

"What happened, why did you leave the match scene, especially Harry, in our referee's recorder, you left Hogwarts almost instantly!" Dumbledore's dark blue eyes fixed on Harry Body, and transferred to Augustus's face.

"The top three trophies are a portkey, the key to Riddle's cemetery." Augustus said dryly and directly.

"Portkey? Riddle's Tomb?" Cornelius Fudge, who was surrounded by him, looked pale and terrified.

Dumbledore's face was hidden under the night, blurry.

"He's back," Harry whispered, "Voldemort he's back."

"What nonsense are you talking about!?" Fudge had a rare look of anger and fear on his round face. He separated the crowd and walked in front of Harry, took Harry's hand, and shouted loudly, "He needs to go to the office to calm down. Quiet!"

Harry put aside Fudge's arm, faced the confused faces around him, and forced a loud voice, "Voldemort is back, he is resurrected! The flesh of the servant, the bone of the father, the blood of the enemy. This is an ancient resurrection spell, I His blood is in the material." As he spoke, he pulled back the sleeve robe, revealing a blood-red wound slightly.

For a brief moment, Augustus seemed to see a gleam of joy in Dumbledore's eyes.Is it vertigo?still?Augustus had thought in his eyes.

"Okay, Potter needs to rest, everyone disperses." Moody walked over from a distance, held Potter's shoulders, and pulled him towards the castle.

There was a smile on Augustus's face, and the next thing was up to them, and they walked back to the dormitory.

On the last day of term, the decoration of the auditorium was still in shades of green, and this school year, Slytherin still won the championship without a doubt.Augustus looked at the faculty bench.

The real Mad-Eye Moody sat at the staff table now, his wooden legs and magic eyes back in their old places.He seemed particularly nervous, jumping up whenever anyone spoke to him.Karkaroff's seat was empty.Apparently, Voldemort had sent for this lovely companion.

Madame Maxime was still there, sitting next to Hagrid.They were talking quietly about something.Across the table, sitting next to Professor McGonagall, was Snape.

"Another year," said Dumbledore, looking at them all. "It's over."

"I have many things to say to you all tonight," said Dumbledore, "but one truth that must be told to you is that Voldemort has risen!"

There was a nervous murmur in the auditorium.Everyone stared at Dumbledore in horror and disbelief.

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you this," continued Dumbledore. "Some of the parents of some of my classmates may be shocked by what I've done—either because they can't believe that Voldemort is really back, or because they think I shouldn't have told you this because you're young. But I believe it's always better to tell the truth than to lie."

"When we talk about Voldemort, we have to talk about another person." Dumbledore paused, and looked at Augustus with his deep blue eyes, "Of course, I'm talking about Mr. Augustus. The one who resurrected Voldemort That night, he risked his life and brought Harry back to Hogwarts. He showed a fearless spirit in every way, and few wizards can show this spirit in the face of Voldemort's despotic power , and for that, we salute him."