Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

Umbridge never expected that Augustus would speak for Harry at this time. Obviously, the news of Voldemort's resurrection was brought back by Augustus himself. This insinuation forced Augustus to give up his intention of watching the theater and participate in this debate game himself.

"As you can see, that night, Voldemort was resurrected at night in a certain, well, it should be said that it was Riddle's cemetery, using an ancient black magic. Unfortunately, I was a little late, so I couldn't stop it. After that, of course, we had a nice negotiation about Potter's life and death, which, you know, is a rather serious topic, in a peaceful atmosphere of friendly, caring, Potter was finally decided to leave alive. Is there a price to pay? Obviously, the condition is to avoid a war in which the Death Eaters will be wiped out as soon as they come back. Well, I am still a person who loves peace. Naturally, Leaving aside the advantages and disadvantages of his resurrection, the matter of his resurrection is really too obvious." Augustus touched his chin slightly, and described the dangerous and dangerous meeting as if Professor Binns was giving a lecture boring.

"Oh, Mr. Augustus, you are joking, aren't you?" Umbridge tentatively asked a little nervously, "I saw you at the noble banquet when you were young, maybe you have already I don't remember it, but you know that Secretary Fudge has always had a good relationship with your father."

There was a icy smile in Augustus' eyes, "Do you think I've been talking so long, and I'm just making a unique joke?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant." Umbridge's sweet tone became a little weak, and he slightly wiped a trace of sweat from his forehead, and continued, "You know, Minister Fudge."

"This is Hogwarts," Augustus interrupted her decisively, and said calmly, "There is no Fudge here, and the headmaster is Dumbledore."

Harry couldn't describe how he felt now, since the first day of school, ignoring Dumbledore and the teachers, Umbridge, who was strong and arbitrary, was as weak as a kitten in front of Augustus , it is obvious that Fudge, the background that Umbridge has always relied on, is completely unworkable here in Augustus.

"Mr. Augustus is right," Umbridge looked at the students in the lower row of the classroom with pleading eyes, and suddenly noticed Lilian, who was beside Augustus with a teasing face, and a trace of something appeared on his face. Joy, "This classmate is Miss Lilian. I also worked in the Department of Mysteries before. You know, I was under your father's command."

A contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of Lilian's mouth, "Well, even if that's the case, then what?"

Umbridge opened his mouth, then slowly closed it again. Afterwards, the class was almost completely out of state, and after a few hasty words, it ended.

When class was over, Umbridge called Harry to the podium, with a trace of resentment in her eyes, she took out a roll of pink parchment from her handbag, spread it on the podium, and used her quill pen to write on the ink. I dipped it in the bottle and started writing in a hurry.She was leaning over the lectern so Harry couldn't see what she was writing, and no one spoke.After a minute or so, she rolled up the parchment, tapped it with her wand, and the parchment sealed itself firmly, preventing Harry from opening it.

"My dear, take this to Professor McGonagall," said Professor Umbridge, handing the parchment to Harry.

Harry was so happy right now that he didn't pay any attention to the meaning of the parchment.

Turning from the classroom to the teacher's office, he turned and ran down the nearest staircase.

A door on the left suddenly opened, and Professor McGonagall came out of her office with a stern face and a slight hint of fatigue.

"What are you yelling about, Potter?" she asked sharply. "It's almost late at this time, why are you still here?"

"Professor Umbridge asked me to send you a roll." Harry said in a brisk tone.

Harry handed Professor Umbridge the note, and Professor McGonagall took it from him, frowned, tore the seal with a tap of his wand, and began to read.She read the words written by Umbridge, her eyes moved back and forth quickly behind the square glasses, and every time she finished reading a line, her eyes narrowed more tightly.

"Come in, Potter."

Harry followed her into her office.The door closed automatically behind him.

"What's the matter?" Professor McGonagall snapped at him suddenly. "Is it true?"

There was a hint of confusion on Harry's face, and his heart sank slowly, "What do you mean?" "Professor?" He added, trying to sound polite.

"With all the students in the class around, you openly said that the devil who can't even mention his name is back?" Professor McGonagall asked with a slight sigh.

"Yes, what's the matter? Isn't that true?" Harry asked rhetorically. "Besides, I just said one sentence. Mr. Augustus directly explained the process and details of Voldemort's resurrection."

Professor McGonagall shook his head, frowned, and said, "Eat a biscuit, Potter."

"Eat—what?"

"Have a biscuit," she repeated impatiently.

"Potter, you need to understand that to some extent, Augustus is different from you, me, and even Dumbledore." McGonagall said with a hint of helplessness and worry in her tone.

"Different?" Harry swallowed the ginger newt biscuit and looked at her puzzled.

McGonagall smiled kindly, and continued, "Of course, I'm not saying there's anything wrong with his character or morality. You know, Augustus is almost the most perfect man I've ever taught at Hogwarts." A student, full of thirst for knowledge, at this age, already possesses a powerful strength that is almost comparable to that of a legendary wizard, and is humble and polite. Of course, these are not the biggest differences between him and us."

Harry looked at Professor McGonagall suspiciously, waiting for her to continue.

"The biggest difference between him and us." McGonagall shook his head slightly, "He is an aristocrat, and his family is the oldest and most prestigious aristocratic family in the whole of Britain. Almost half of the ministers of the Ministry of Magic have come from their family. Do you know what that means?"

Harry's heart trembled slightly, he looked at McGonagall stubbornly, and said dryly, "I don't know."

There was a trace of fatigue in McGonagall's tone, "It means that there are some things that you, I, and even Dumbledore cannot say. However, for him, there are no such restrictions. His family and background make him You can say what you want without scruple. Do you understand, Potter."

The corner of Harry's mouth slightly raised a stubborn smile that belongs to teenagers, "I understand, Professor McGonagall. However, even so, when there are some things that need to be said, I will be the first to stand up. Presumably Gran Since the founding of Gryffindor, everyone who belongs to Gryffindor will have their own persistence and belief, be brave and fearless, and not succumb to power. This is the spiritual will of Godric Gryffindor. In my first When I first entered Hogwarts, the Sorting Hat said this, you may belong to Gryffindor, there is the bravery buried in the bottom of my heart, their courage, boldness and boldness make Gryffindor outstanding, these words It will be the coordinates and inscription of my life. Professor McGonagall, please allow me, a Gryffindor, to stick to my original beliefs and qualities while defending this school and homeland!"

When the words fell to the ground, the boy's voice was clear and persistent.A ray of sunlight fell on Harry's thin shoulders, the young eagle crowed, and the lion cub tried to roar.Inheritance and succession, after thousands of years, Godric's spirit and quality once again shone with dazzling brilliance in a young man.

We have always insisted, please never forget, the original belief and dream that belonged to us.