Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

The sun shines on the earth without hesitation, and the day of school begins. Augustus takes the luggage that the house elf has prepared, bids farewell to his parents, and takes a carriage to London Station alone.

Walking into Station 9 and 4/3, the scarlet trains were quietly displayed on the platform. Augustus strolled into the carriage, looking for a vacant compartment in the crowded carriage.

"Mr. Augustus, there is a place here." As soon as he passed a carriage, Augustus heard Hermione's signature tone.Turning around, he found Harry, Ron and Hermione looking at him in the next compartment.

Smiling slightly, he opened the door, and Augustus put his luggage into the car rack, and sat by the window, with a smiling Hermione on his left.

"Mr. Augustus, how is your vacation going? I just came back from a trip to France. The scenery there is indeed charming, and the French people are very hospitable. The culture and environment are quite good." Hermione's long hair was slightly wavy. Rolled up, it looks like it has been specially organized.

"I stayed at home most of the time during the holiday. According to your description, France looks interesting. If I have the chance, I can go on a trip. By the way, Harry, I heard that you blow your aunt Has it increased?" Augustus looked at the rather speechless Harry with a smile in his eyes.

"Well, seriously, if she hadn't attacked my parents too much, I wouldn't have done what she did. She did a little too much, so she was punished a little bit. Fortunately, the Ministry of Magic responded to this. It was quite lenient, and there was no severe punishment." Harry pushed his glasses in embarrassment, and said slowly.

"By the way, who do you think he is?" Ron suddenly pointed to the man huddled in the corner and asked sharply.

Augustus followed it with his eyes, only to realize that there was still a person sleeping soundly in the corner. If Ron hadn't asked the question, he probably hadn't noticed it yet.

"Professor rj Lupine," Hermione whispered immediately.

"How did you know?"

"It's written on his suitcase," Hermione replied, pointing to the luggage rack above the man's head, where there was a battered little suitcase tied with lots of string and neatly knotted. The words "Professor RJ Lupine" were stamped on the corner of the case, the letters had peeled off.

"Wonder what he taught?" said Ron, frowning at Professor Lupine's lifeless profile.

"Obviously, there is only one position missing among the Hogwarts professors, Defense Against the Dark Arts." Augustus said calmly, looking at the sleeping professor.

"Well, I hope he's up to it," said Ron suspiciously. "Looks like a magic spell will kill him, doesn't he look like that?"

"It is said that this class has been cursed, and no one can hold the post for a long time, so you didn't find that the teacher of this class will change every semester." Hermione said slightly mysteriously.

"It's just a rumor, maybe this professor is really qualified for this position." Augustus stared at the rather thin Professor Lupin in front of him, his eyes flickering.

"By the way, do you know anything about Hogsmeade?" Hermione asked sharply.

"The only place in England without Muggles? If there are no accidents, we should be able to visit this year." Augustus smiled, obviously looking forward to it.

"Yeah, I guess so," said Ron, nodding his head, "but that's not why I want to go. I just want to go to Honeydukes!"

"Honey Dukes? The name sounds like a candy store?" Augustus asked puzzled.

"Yeah," said Ron, with a dreamy look on his face. "It's got everything there..pepper urchin?? smoke in your mouth when you eat it?? and greasy chocolate balls full of strawberry custard and regular custard and really wonderful sugar Quills, you can suck in class and look like you're thinking about what to write next?"

"Sounds quite interesting." Augustus nodded.

"But Hogsmeade is an interesting place, isn't it?" Hermione pressed eagerly. "The book <Wizard Monuments> says that the inn was the headquarters of the Goblin Rebellion in [-], so the Screaming Shack is probably the most haunted house in England?"

"Large icicle balls that levitate you inches off the ground when you suck on them," said Ron, who certainly didn't hear a word Hermione was saying.

The train is getting slower and slower.The sound of the wheels is quieter, and the sound of the wind and rain outside the window is louder.Harry, who was closest to the door, got up to check the corridor.In each carriage beside the corridor, there were people poking their heads out to look around.The train suddenly shocked and stopped, and the sound of banging came from the distance, indicating that the luggage dropped from the shelf.Then, all the lights went out suddenly, and they were plunged into complete darkness.

Augustus' face was slightly solemn. This was obviously not a natural factor, but man-made. Who on earth dared to intercept the entire Hogwarts train.

Pull out the silver wand, and cast the first-level trick light, the bright light instantly drives out the darkness, the icy breath spreads, and the windows on the carriage are covered with a thick layer of frost, showing crystal reflection arcs in the incandescent light.

Professor Lupine seems to have finally woken up.There was a slight popping sound in the compartment. "Stay where you are," he said, in the same gruff voice.He stood up slowly, hands full of fire stretched out in front of him.But before he could reach the carriage door, it opened slowly.

Standing in the doorway was a cloaked monster as tall as the ceiling.Its face is completely hidden under the hood.Harry's eyes went down, and his stomach constricted at what he saw: a hand protruding from the cloak, the hand shimmering, gray and thin and scabbed, as if something had died, It was soaked in water again and rotted... It took less than a second for the hand to appear.The monster under the cloak seemed to feel Happ's gaze, and the hand suddenly retracted into the folds of the black cloak.Then the thing under the hood, whatever it was, took a long, slow, trembling breath, as if trying to suck in something other than air from its surroundings.

"Dementor?" Augustus' eyes revealed a look of disgust, and they all felt a chill pass through their bodies.The silver wand drew an inexplicable trajectory in the air, the teaching robes flew, and a hexagram formed under the feet. An indescribably hot light burst out from the front of the wand instantly, and the whole world seemed to be lit up for a while. The rest was a vast expanse of whiteness, as if there was an extra sun in the darkness, and the strong light flooded and drove away the large area of ​​darkness. In the daze, only the hoarse wailing of the dementors remained.

The great sacred art, the eighth-level forbidden art of the light system, finally tore away the gentle side of the light system spell at this moment, showing its powerful power to expel darkness.

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