Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

During the recent period, most of the Slytherin students, who have always been gloomy, are full of joy and laughter.In addition to the lofty Slytherin house points piling up in the house scoring funnel lately for Augustus' excellent performance in each class, numerous students have also discovered a mobile library hidden in the Slytherin lounge.

When a freshman plucked up the courage to ask Augustus a thesis question assigned by the teacher in the lounge once, and after Augustus patiently answered it, many freshmen began to consult Augustus whenever they had the opportunity Surprisingly, no matter how cold the question is, Augustus can get perfect answers to all kinds of questions, and the teacher's score afterward will be very high.And when some senior students also began to try to ask Augustus and got satisfactory answers, the title of Augustus Mobile Library was circulated among Slytherin students.

Sitting on a neat green lawn not far from Hogwarts Castle, Augustus took out a copy of Advanced Theory of Dark Arts that he had just borrowed from the library. Long signature, for this reason, Augustus went to Snape's office for a while.Black magic, which has always been criticized by everyone in this wizarding world, is actually just some powerful lethal spells in the eyes of Augustus. It is meaningless, the effectiveness of magic itself depends on the existence of wizards, it is really stupid to insist on the standard of good and evil on magic.Most of the spells in this low-magic world are used in some life and entertainment. Even many so-called offensive spells cause very little damage, such as front teeth and big sticks.

Augustus believed that the world's peace for too long limited the development of magic.A magician is used as a deterrent weapon in war in a different world. Even a magician can play an unimaginable role on the battlefield, let alone a legendary magician who is a weapon of the country. It is obvious that every legendary magician can easily determine the course of a war.From the perspective of most people in the other world, magic exists for war.

Today is Thursday, and there seems to be a flight lesson at 02:30 pm. Augustus was stuck on time, and at around [-]:[-], he closed his book and got up and walked to the venue of the flight lesson.In fact, Augustus is not very interested in the flight course. Even though flying is a fantasy that existed in the age of human enlightenment, it is hard to expect a mage who can rely on his own energy to fly very early. Will become interested in flying on a broomstick.

It was a clear, breezy day, and when Augustus walked briskly down the sloping lawn to a flat lawn on the opposite side of the field, the grass waved slightly under his feet.On the other side of the lawn is the forest, and the dark trees in the distance are swaying in the wind.

Most of the Slytherin and Gryffindor students were already there. When they saw Augustus coming to the venue, most of the Slytherin students had a look of joy on their faces. Slytherin and Gryffindor They have always been rivals in the Quidditch Cup, even if it is a simple flying lesson, the Slytherin students hope that Augustus, who has always been all-round, can give the Gryffindor students a little color.Twenty broomsticks were lined up neatly on the ground.Soon, Mrs. Hooch, the teacher, came.She had short gray hair, and her eyes were yellow like a hawk's.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she snapped. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Quick, quick, hurry up."

The broom next to Augustus was a worn and old dark yellow broom, which seemed to be a little dirty. Augustus, who always liked to be clean, couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Put your right hand over the broom handle," cried Mrs. Hooch ahead, "and say, 'Get up!.'

"Get up!" everyone shouted.

Augustus's broom quickly jumped into his hands. In fact, Augustus didn't follow Mrs. Hooch's method at all. The little trick of fetching objects from the air is more suitable for this.

Mrs Hooch then showed them how to get on the broom without slipping off their heads.She walked up and down the line, correcting their handshakes.Harry and Ron heard her criticize Malfoy for what he had been doing wrong.I couldn't help but secretly happy.

"Now, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and kick hard," said Mrs. Hooch, "hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, then lean forward slightly, and fall straight back to the ground. Listen to my whistle—three—two—"

Neville, however, was too nervous to be left on the ground, so he didn't wait for the whistle to touch Mrs. Hooch's lips before he kicked it hard and flew up.

"Come back, boy!" cried Mrs Hooch, but Neville went straight up, like a cork spewing out of a bottle - twelve feet - twenty feet.Neville's terrified and pale face looked at the rapidly moving ground below, as if it was about to fall off the broom. Augustus smiled slightly. This student named Neville seemed to have problems every class.Pulling out the silver wand, he pointed at the broom in the air. The violent broom was held tightly by a force in an instant, and then the wand turned to Neville. The next moment, Neville broke away from the broom and slowly floated down.A mage's hand, a levitation spell, two simple spells relieved Neville from danger.Seeing Neville who landed safely, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.Madam Hooch was satisfied with adding ten points to Slytherin, and hurried to Neville. After all, this was her first class, and Augustus' timely rescue saved her a big trouble.Seeing that Neville seemed to be fine, Mrs. Hooch was still planning to take Neville to the school hospital for a checkup.

Neville still had a look of surprise and uncertainty on his face. Mrs. Hooch put her arms around her and left together.

They had just gone out of hearing when Malfoy burst into laughter.

"Did you see his face, that big fool?" echoed the other Slytherins.Malfoy, who was very close to Augustus, also had a certain prestige among the freshmen.

"Shut up, Malfoy," said Parvati Patil sharply.

"Hey, guarding Longbottom?" Pansy Parkinson said. "Didn't think you'd like chubby little tearbags, Patil."

"Look!" said Malfoy, rushing to grab something from the grass. "That big fool Longbottom's grandma gave it to him."

He held up the memory ball, which gleamed in the sun.

"Here, Malfoy," Harry whispered.Everyone stopped talking and watched.

Malfoy glanced at Augustus who was silent, and seeing that Augustus did not speak for Harry, he became bolder.

Malfoy laughed.

"I'd like to put it somewhere for Longbottom to pick up—in a tree—how about it?"

"Bring it here!" Harry yelled, but Malfoy was already jumping on his broom and taking off.

In fact, watching their slapstick, Augustus still has some nostalgia, and he himself seemed to have such a period of youthful college life back then.The friction of youth is really emotional when I think about it now.

Malfoy, levitating at level with the top of an oak tree, yelled, sarcastically, "Come and get it, Potter!"

Harry grabbed his broom.

"No!" cried Hermione Granger, "Mrs Hooch told us not to move - you're going to get us all in trouble." "Don't stop him, I'm sure he'll take care of himself." Gustus waved slightly to Hermione.

Harry smiled gratefully at Augustus as if he had his teacher's permission.The blood hit his eardrums bang.He got on his broomstick and kicked the ground hard, and he was up, the air whirring through his hair, his robe flapping behind him.He heard the girls' screams and gasps from her face, and Ron's yell of admiration.

He turned the broom sharply, facing Malfoy in the air.Malfoy looked taken aback.

"Bring it here," Harry called, "or I'll knock you off the broom."

"Oh, is it?" Malfoy said.He wanted to laugh, but the expression on his face was tense.He glanced at Augustus who was standing silently on the ground, and suddenly felt a little more secure in his heart, and stopped firmly in mid-air.

Harry seemed to innately know what to do.He leaned forward, gripped the broom tightly with both hands, and it shot at Malfoy like a javelin.Malfoy narrowly dodged; Harry spun around again, gripping the broom firmly.

"Here, see if you can catch it!" Malfoy exclaimed, throwing the glass ball high in the air, then swooping down toward the ground.

In the end, Harry caught the glass ball in such a thrilling manner that Augustus had to prepare several times to rescue him. He watched Harry landed safely and was taken away by Professor McGonagall.Augustus's eyes were full of smiles. The passionate youth and the adventures of the teenagers were truly memorable.