Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

As time goes by and the years turn, England's climate turns from hot to cool, and the blue sky gradually reveals a hint of golden color in late autumn. **Top** point**|The Julius Army in the novel still maintains a weekly gathering time. In terms of practice progress, Hermione’s piety of light magic has always led the crowd. Secondly, Luna, Qiu Zhang , Angelina is making rapid progress. To some extent, among the group of magic apprentices, there seems to be a tendency of yin and yang to decline.

"Tsk tsk, big event," Malfoy picked up the Daily Prophet in his hand, and looked around triumphantly, as if trying to see who was paying attention to him. "The Azkaban prison break is really a disgrace to the Ministry of Magic. It seems that the Dark Lord will gain another group of powerful assistants."

Augustus took out the newspaper on the table and looked calmly.Ten black-and-white photos filled the front page, with the faces of nine wizards and a witch, some laughing silently, some haughtily tapping their fingers on the border.Each photo has a name and the crime of being imprisoned in Azkaban.

Antonin Dolokhov, a wizard with a long pale, distorted face and a sneer reading the page, brutally murders Gideon and Fabian Prewett.

August Rookwood, a pock-faced man with greasy hair leaning against the frame with a weary expression, leaks Ministry of Magic secrets to You-Know-Who.

Looking over the prisoners, Augustus' gaze is drawn to a woman in the middle of the newspaper.Her long black hair is disheveled in the photo, and a haughty, contemptuous smile plays on her thin lips.Like Sirius, she still retains some traces of her beauty, but something—perhaps Azkaban—has taken most of her beauty away.

"Is Sirius' cousin?" Lilian sat next to Augustus with great interest, and her eyes fell on the middle of the newspaper. "Tell me, will she be imprisoned just like Sirius?"

"Obviously, it's impossible," Augustus quietly tore off a piece of toast and shook his head slightly, "Neville's parents are still receiving treatment at Saint-Germont Hospital, and the Cruciatus Curse, to a large extent, It will directly leave the imprint of the caster, and if the Ministry of Magic can even get this wrong, there is really no need for it to exist."

"In this case, it seems that this direct member of the Black family should be Voldemort's loyal subordinate." Holding her chin, Lilian's crimson pupils flashed a little surprise, "However, in a family like Black, there is Sirius Such a pure member of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​really an outlier."

"It's just friendship, it has nothing to do with position." Wiping his mouth, Augustus continued to read.

The Ministry of Magic announced last night a mass escape from Azkaban.

Minister Cornelius Fudge confirmed in an interview in his office that ten felons had escaped last night and that he had informed the Muggle Prime Minister of the danger of the fugitives.The Ministry of Magic is making every effort to track down the fugitives and the public is being asked to remain vigilant not to approach these high profile criminals.

Looking at Fu Ji's anxious head portrait on the newspaper, Augustus smiled slightly, "The longer Fudge suppresses Voldemort, the more unfavorable the Ministry of Magic will be in the future." It seems that some Need to write a letter back.

After drinking the pumpkin juice in the goblet, Augustus stood up and walked towards the library.

Hagrid stood at the door to let a group of Ravenclaws pass.He's still scarred like he was when he first came back from Finding the Giant, and he's got a fresh cut on the bridge of his nose.

"Hey, Mr. Augustus," Hagrid greeted Augustus with a smile on his honest face.

"Oh, Hagrid," Augustus nodded and smiled lightly, "how are you doing, nothing happened."

"Very well, very well," said Hagrid, pretending to be jovial, and waving his hand, almost hitting the terrified Professor Victor, "it's just busy, or those things—lesson preparation—two salamanders with rotten scales It's—I'll keep it for inspection," he muttered.

"Keep it in for inspection?" A trace of strangeness flashed across Augustus' delicate face, and he suddenly said, "Well, Umbridge is, don't worry too much about it, soon, she probably won't have time to deal with the Hogwarts teachers anymore. It's over."

Hagrid looked at Augustus puzzled, and suddenly realized that maybe this was just to comfort him, so he said with a cheerful smile, "It's really nothing, the guards are also very good, to be honest, this is expected .You may not understand, but that investigation turned out not well."

"Of course, it would be better if you check the results and pass the test. I still prefer to introduce new magical creatures to everyone." Hagrid showed a simple and honest smile, and then sighed, "Forget it." He sighed, "We have to wait again." Go paprika the salamanders, or they'll lose their tails too. Goodbye, Mr. Augustus."

He lumbered away, out the front door, down the steps, and into the damp grounds.Augustus looked at Hagrid's back, shook his head and smiled.

The news of Hagrid's stay on probation spread throughout the school in a few days, and not everyone except Harry felt sad, and some, especially Draco Malfoy, seemed happy.There was only one topic of conversation in the hallway now: ten Death Eaters on the run.The news finally infiltrated the campus through the few people who read the papers.Rumor has it that someone in Hogsmeade has identified a few fugitives, and that the fugitives are hiding in the Shrieking Shack and may break into Hogwarts like Sirius had done before.

Children of magical families have heard of these Death Eaters since childhood, their names are almost as terrifying as Voldemort, and their crimes under Voldemort's reign of terror are well known.Families of the victims were among Hogwarts students who found themselves reluctantly the center of attention in the corridors: Susan Burns, whose uncle, aunt and cousin were all killed at the hands of a fugitive, found herself in the herb The class said bitterly that she now deeply felt Harry's feelings.

"I don't know how you can bear it, it's terrible." She said frankly, now, Susan Burns can only be relieved from being stared at by strange eyes only in the space where the Julius Army gathers.