Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

The bright afternoon sun brought warmth to this breezy late autumn. Walking in the corridor leading to the basement of the Potions class, the three of Augustus were bathed in the golden sunlight projected by the window sill.

The air was filled with the smell of icy potion. The students coming and going, from time to time, set their eyes on Augustus who was wearing a black robe. For many junior students, since entering the school, the name Augustus It is often mentioned in the envious tone of everyone around. In the eyes of the senior sisters in grades 6 and 7, everything about Augustus, the so-called junior, can be used as a model of perfection. Family background factors, for many girls, are the root cause of regress.

Follow the sunlight filled with mist, turn into the next compartment, push open the heavy iron door of the basement, the dust rising in the warm sunlight obscures the view.

The rising dust fled in all directions. In the corner of the door, the Potter trio and Neville seemed to be discussing the No. 20 No. [-] education order.

"Mr. Augustus!" Hermione and the others were interrupted by the sound of pushing the door, and when they realized that it was Augustus who came in, the four of them walked over together.

"So, you also know about Umbridge's new decree?" Lilian asked rather coldly with suspicion in her crimson eyes.

Hermione looked at Augustus and found that he didn't have any expression. She breathed a sigh of relief, "We've discussed it before, and it's definitely not an internal problem. The magic effect of the agreement has not been recognized yet. Destruction, it means that there is no informer among us."

Malfoy snorted slightly, "Who knows if you are covering up the participants of your academy, the agreement is with you, and the magic effect is also added by you, even if there is an informer, who will know except you? "

Hermione didn't speak, and seemed too lazy to argue with Draco.Harry has been in a low mood since that gathering, and this time because of the No. Malfoy was agitated, and a surge of anger surged out of his heart.

"All of us have signed Hermione's magic agreement, even Mr. Augustus is no exception. Apart from you newcomers, who else knows about this? For Lokisol, We naturally believe that through his behavior, we can know that he will not do such villainous behavior. From this point of view, the only remaining person is probably the most suspicious." Harry said calmly and solemnly.

Malfoy's face was ashen, with anger in his gray-blue pupils, he clenched his fists slightly, and suddenly laughed, "Tsk tsk, that's right, Umbridge let the Slytherin Quidditch team continue its activities, I Went to ask her this morning. Hey, it's almost automatic. It just depends on whether Gryffindor can continue to move, doesn't it?"

"Don't get mad," Hermione said pleadingly to Harry and Ron, who both stared at Malfoy, "we're going to be training together in a few days, why bother?"

"I mean," Malfoy raised his voice a little more, his gray eyes flashing maliciously in Harry and Ron's direction, "I don't think they stand a chance as far as the Ministry of Magic is concerned?? According to my dad, the Ministry I've been looking for a reason to get rid of Arthur Weasley all these years?? As for Potter?? My dad said it was only a matter of time before the Ministry sent him to St. Mungo's?? They apparently have a special ward for Those idiots!"

Malfoy looked at Harry with disdain, when suddenly something slammed into Harry's shoulder, knocking him aside.In an instant, Neville sprinted past him, heading straight for Malfoy.

"Neville, don't!"

Malfoy was startled at first, then unhurriedly pulled out his wand, muttering softly, a pure green transparent rope easily tied Neville halfway.

"Yo? Why, Potter's thugs can't bear it anymore?" Malfoy looked at Neville jokingly, with mockery in his eyes.

"Draco, apologize to Neville!" Augustus waved his wand lightly to eliminate the magic on Neville's body. Neville, who was struggling in mid-air, fell heavily to the ground. Harry and Ron hurried forward to help him. up him.

"No?? Just kidding?? Don't?? Mungo?? A lesson?? Him??" Neville stood up tremblingly, pointing at Malfoy, deep pain and anger appeared on his round face.

Malfoy looked at Augustus suspiciously, as if he didn't know what was going on.

"Apologies, Draco." There was an unquestionable tone in Augustus's calm voice.

Malfoy shuddered, although he didn't know why, but Augustus's calm tone was obviously a little unhappy.

He lowered his head slightly, stepped forward, and said to Neville, "Sorry, Neville."

Neville said nothing, grabbed his own schoolbag, and strode into the dungeon.

Augustus sighed slightly, "That's the end of the discussion about the education order. Everyone goes to class."

After spreading out, return to your seat.

Lilian looked at Augustus hesitantly, "What happened to Neville?" Malfoy obviously wanted to know the truth and turned around.

Augustus shook his head, "There's nothing worth talking about, just try not to mention St. Mungo in front of Neville in the future."

The door of the dungeon opened, and Snape stood there. Neville made a big commotion before, and the students around were all whispering about Neville's behavior just now, but when Snape closed the door of the dungeon, When there was a heavy echo, the whole class suddenly fell silent.

"You'll see," said Snape in his low, sarcastic tone, "that we have a guest today."

The door of the room opened again, and Umbridge stepped in, sitting to one side in the corner.

"Continue to prepare the enhancer today, and you will see the mixture left over from the last class. If you mix it correctly, it should be ready after the weekend. The operation method—" He waved his wand again, "—on the blackboard Go. Go." Professor Umbridge had spent the first half hour taking notes in a corner.

Augustus poured the diluted salamander blood into the prepared crucible, and the pure silver liquid erupted into a thick mist, and the golden mist showed a straight vertical shape.Snape nodded approvingly, "This is the case in the initial configuration stage of the enhancer. If it reaches the appearance of Qi like gold, it will be half the battle."

Hermione was still preparing the raw materials for the crucible, poured out the pomegranate juice, and the liquid in the crucible gradually turned silver.

Umbridge had just stood up. "Gee, the class seems to be getting pretty deep," she said briskly, pointing at Snape's back, "but I doubt it would be advisable to teach them potions like Enhancers. I think The Ministry will want to drop it from the curriculum." Snape straightened up slowly, turning to look at her.