Hogwarts: Forbidden Son of the Black and White Lord

Looking at the open space that was no different from usual, and the boy who was bowing gracefully.

Almost everyone felt like a dream in their hearts, as if the monstrous magic flame just now had never appeared in this open space, everything was so calm and indifferent.

Augustus straightened his body, supported his body with exhausted mana, and walked slowly towards the crowd.

Seeing the young man walking towards them slowly, everyone felt that the air around them seemed to freeze, making it impossible to breathe normally.

"Dear Minister, I think the magic just now has proved my talent to you, right?"

Facing Cornelius Fudge, Augustus said with a smirk.

Looking at the boy who was smiling but not smiling, Mr. Cornelius Fudge regretted it to death.

Originally, I thought that I had discovered Dumbledore's tricks, so I could use the young man in front of me to make a fuss, to hit Dumbledore's lofty prestige, and thus stabilize my position.

But now, not only has the goal not been achieved, but he has also made a fool of himself in front of everyone, and it seems that he has provoked a powerful enemy that he cannot afford.

Mr. Cornelius Fudge got up from the ground, tidied up his clothes, and then said with a forced calm.

"Yes, you are right. Through my observation, on behalf of the Ministry of Magic, I formally recognize the research results you submitted before, and you will be awarded the third class Merlin Medal."

After speaking, Mr. Fudge managed to squeeze out a smile, stretched out his right hand, and wanted to shake hands with the boy in front of him to make peace.

Seeing his actions, Augustus smiled contemptuously, but still stretched out his right hand and shook hands with the minister in front of him.

After all, I still need this trash in front of me to continue whitewashing peace, and let this trash stay in the position of Minister of Magic before my power really grows. After all, trash is easier to deal with than smart people.

Seeing the boy in front of him shaking hands with him, Mr. Cornelius Fudge breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself.

"My ministerial position still has a certain deterrent effect."

"However, my lord minister, I think you made a mistake. What I should get is a second-class Merlin Medal. After all, there are research results of potions from you and my beloved dean."

Looking at the fat man with a round face in front of him heaved a sigh of relief, Augustus pointed to the three bottles of blue potion and a piece of parchment on the ground and said slowly.

"Oh, of course, as long as the potion and theoretical results pass the test, I don't think there is any problem."

Mr. Cornelius Fudge looked at Augustus' actions and replied hastily.

"I don't think I need to prove anything this time."

Augustus said slowly.

"Of course, of course, no need, I believe in the level of you and Professor Snape."

Mr. Cornelius Fudge replied hastily, finished shaking hands with Augustus, and hurriedly left the scene with the staff of the Ministry of Magic.

"Okay, I think you should go to the auditorium for dinner, and now everyone go back to the castle."

Seeing Cornelius Fudge leaving in embarrassment, Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that if the Minister of Magic said something wrong, the Ministry of Magic would become a sea of ​​flames tomorrow. Seeing that nothing happened, McGonagall The professor shouted loudly to the students.

The students left in a bustling manner, leaving only Hermione, Daphne and Draco standing where they were.

Seeing everyone leave, Augustus breathed a sigh of relief, but the pain of magic overdraft also followed, and he felt a little unstable for a while.

Seeing that Augustus was unstable, two little lolis came over quickly, each holding Augustus's hand.

Feeling that his left and right hands were wrapped in unusual softness, Augustus couldn't help but feel his heart flutter, but he felt a strong sense of confrontation on his left and right sides.

Augustus could only speak helplessly.

"Okay, I'm fine, you don't have to do this, if someone else sees it, it will be misunderstood, just ask Draco to take me to the infirmary."

Draco was taken aback by what Augustus said, and didn't realize it for a while, but he saw Augustus winking at him constantly.

Still involuntarily stepped forward, wanting to take over from the two, and helped Augustus to the infirmary.

But soon he was locked on by two deadly eyes. Seeing the deadly threats from the eyes of Augustus and the left, Draco found that he had entered the same deadlock as the last potions class.

I couldn't help but cursed secretly in my heart.

"Why am I so cheap, why can I be in such an embarrassing situation every time."

The so-called familiarity once, Draco also responded quickly and said to Augustus.

"I'm sorry, I suddenly found out that I have some problems with my body, so I will trouble the two ladies."

After finishing speaking, he didn't care about Augustus' murderous eyes, and ran away without a trace.

At this time, Augustus was not in the mood to enjoy hugging left and right. The forced infusion of magic power and the release of super magic caused huge trauma to Augustus both physically and mentally.

So Augustus could only fall asleep to the screams of the two beautiful girls.

"you're awake."

An old voice said slowly.

Augustus opened his eyes and saw Dumbledore sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him silently.

Augustus looked left and right, but did not find Hermione and Daphne.

Seeing Augustus' actions, Dumbledore said with a smile.

"I asked the two of them to go back. After all, they are just children who need a full rest. Of course, you don't need to worry. They care about you."

"When I asked them to go back, they were still very reluctant. It's nice to be young."

After finishing speaking, Dumbledore blinked at Augustus. Augustus was not in the mood to make such silly jokes with Dumbledore, and said directly.

"What's the matter, why don't you just say it directly, don't let me guess what you think every time, it's too troublesome."

Looking at the straightforward young man in front of him, Dumbledore couldn't help recalling that the person he met in that beautiful summer was also straightforward and dare to think and act.

"You are still worried that I will become Voldemort, you don't need to explain, I can read it from your eyes."

"From the first time we met, I could tell from your eyes that you are afraid of other things besides family affection. In fact, I don't really understand what you are afraid of."

"In fact, with your strength, you don't have to fear Voldemort at all. You can actually defeat him easily, but you just don't want to. Your heart is full of death and remorse."

"You are regretting the things you have done before. Why do you regret it? The past is the past, and all we can grasp is the future. Don't you often say that I am a miracle of magic?"

"Then dear grandfather, just believe again, once again believe that the miracle of magic will bloom on you, believe in magic maybe we can change things that cannot be changed."

Augustus said slowly.

Looking at the silent old man in front of him, Augustus really couldn't feel any blame. He was like a widowed lone wolf, full of loneliness and sadness.

Augustus stood up, hugged the old man in front of him, and left the infirmary silently.

Looking at the young man going away, Dumbledore could not speak for a long time, and could only respond in silence, but there was a strange gleam in his eyes.