Hogwarts: Forbidden Son of the Black and White Lord

It has been two days since the release of the magic, and Augustus has been particularly unhappy these two days.

One is the old guy Dumbledore. After hearing what he said, he seemed to be a different person. Every time he finished eating, he would ask Augustus to sit by his side.

Invite Augustus to his damn sweet treats, and listen to him reminisce about his past.

In the eyes of others, this was just a special concern of the old grandfather for his grandson, but Augustus always felt that the way Dumbledore looked at him became a little weird.

Unable to bear such mental torture, Augustus approached Professor McGonagall and asked to refuse such care on the grounds that talking with his grandfather would affect his studies.

But under the threat of Dumbledore saying that he is old and needs care, and as the chief wizard of the Merlin Sir Order, he can interfere with the issuance of the Merlin Medal.

Augustus could only express a compromise, and the two sides agreed to meet at least once a week.

The other is Augustus, who found that his talent in transfiguration was unimaginably poor. Since he released the super magic that day, due to the further activation of the unknown bloodline.

Augustus's Transfiguration talent dropped from 4 to 2 (stupid talent), and his performance in Transfiguration was simply a disaster.

In the magic experiment where Professor McGonagall asked everyone to turn matches into needles, Augustus's violent magic power directly turned the matches into a giant sword.

After Professor McGonagall saw it, he could only say helplessly.

"I have never found this kind of performance in the industry for so many years, so it is difficult for me to judge whether your talent for transfiguration is good or bad."

"At least I succeeded in transfiguration, right? I think I can at least get a passing grade, professor."

Looking at Professor McGonagall's weird expression, Augustus looked at Professor McGonagall with a sincere face and said pitifully with his bright eyes.

But Professor McGonagall didn't seem to appreciate it, so he wrote a failing grade on Augustus's class summary, and made a side note that he might not have the talent for this subject.

What's more, she actually put this class report card on the top, and almost all the Gryffindor and Slytherin students saw it after class.

As a result, during dinner that day, almost all the students in the school looked at Augustus and began to point and talk.

"Hey, what are you thinking?"

A soft and lovely voice pulled Augustus out of his thoughts and back to reality.

"It's nothing Daphne, I just lost my mind a little bit."

Augustus waved his hand and said indifferently.

"You don't have to care so much. After all, geniuses have flaws. All of us believe that you will be more accomplished than Albus Dumbledore."

Daphne looked at Augustus and said seriously.

"Thank you, but I'm not sad, but thank you anyway."

Seeing the little golden-haired Lolita who was trying to comfort him, Augustus felt very happy, so he stroked the little Lolita's golden hair that was as smooth as silk, and said with a smile.

"Ahem, well, two gentlemen and ladies, we have to continue the class, please stop making these intimate actions."

Astronomy professor Sinitas looked at the two and said with a smile.

Hearing the professor's words, Daphne blushed instantly, and Augustus had no choice but to take his hand away from Daphne's head. In fact, he was still a little bit reluctant, after all, the hand feels really good.

"Okay, let's continue with the class. Let's look at those planets. This one is Jupiter, and that one is Mercury..."

Professor Sinitas didn't care too much about this little episode, and continued to let the little wizards observe the starry sky, while briefly introducing these planets to them.

This astronomy class simply taught everyone how to observe stars, and briefly introduced the names of these planets, so it seemed very boring.

Moreover, during this time period, usually everyone should fall asleep early, and everyone seems very sleepy.

So after class, the students returned to the dormitory in a bustling manner, and went to rest.

Going straight to the second day, there will be the first class of Defense Against the Dark Arts at 2 o'clock this morning, and Slytherin and the little wizards of Gryffindor will attend it together.

Seeing this curriculum arrangement, Augustus always felt that something was wrong. Why did this school always like to put the two colleges with the worst relationship together for classes.

"Do you know that the professors of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class change every year, and no one has ever been able to serve continuously."

"I know, I heard that it is because of the curse of the mysterious person."

"Really, then I hope Professor Quirrell will be fine."

"He wears a big turban every day and smells of garlic all over his body. I really don't know why Dumbledore chose such a person to be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Defense Against the Dark Arts is the subject that little wizards are most looking forward to. No matter in terms of the teaching content or the legendary nature of the position itself, it can be regarded as the top class of Hogwarts. The class has not yet started, everyone There was a lively discussion.

But Augustus understood that Professor Quirrell, who seemed a bit submissive, had Voldemort's remnant soul behind his head.

Last time, I taught the Minister of Magic a lesson. Not only did I get an increase in magic power, but I also got 200 magic points. Then, facing the final big boss in this world, my card should not be lower than that of the Minister of Magic.

Augustus thought silently in his heart, looking at the vacant teacher's seat, his eyes became more and more ferocious.

At 9 o'clock in the morning, Professor Quirrell came to the classroom on time, with that ridiculous big scarf still wrapped around his head, and a strong smell of garlic all over his body, causing the students in front of him to retreat one after another.

"Oh Huan.....Welcome everyone, I....I am your...Defense Against the Dark Arts professor,...my name is...Quirinus Quirrell...you You can... call me Professor Quirrell."

Professor Quirrell stood behind the podium, stammering to introduce himself, looking pitiful and bullied.

"Now... start the roll call, please raise your hand for the students who called... the name."

Professor Quirrell picked up a piece of parchment and started stammering the roll call. When it was called Harry Potter's name, he seemed very excited, and he stepped off the podium and said loudly to Harry Potter.

"Oh Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter, our great hero."

Professor Quirrell was rarely stuttering anymore.

On the contrary, Harry, blushing with embarrassment because of the professor's actions and the gaze of the whole class, couldn't help but lower his head.

"Okay...let's continue the roll call, Augustus Dumbledore."

After speaking, Professor Quirrell looked at Augustus with a very complicated look in his eyes.

Augustus was also staring at Professor Quirrell, with an unusual fanaticism in his eyes. After all, a lot of magic points were beckoning to him.

Professor Quirrell was a little scared by Augustus, so he had to continue to pretend to be stuttering, and slowly finished the name, and then said.

"Okay... I... our first class... will... officially begin."