Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

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"Can you believe such unlucky luck?" Ron said bitterly, leaning over to pick up his mouse Scabbers. "There are so many trees, but we bumped into the one that can hit people."

"Stop talking, let's go. It's best to get into the school before the sorting ceremony." Augustus waved his hand, grabbed the suitcase, and began to drag it up the grassy slope, towards the two oak doors. Go to the door.

"I think the party has begun." Harry dropped his suitcase at the foot of the steps and crept up to a bright window, peering in. "Hey, come and see—it's in the sorting house!"

Countless candles stopped in mid-air, illuminating the four long tables surrounded by people, and making the golden plates and goblets sparkle.

The stars are shining on the ceiling, which is enchanted and always reflects the sky outside.

Looking past a dense mass of black pointed Hogwarts hats, Harry saw a long line of freshmen entering the Great Hall with trepidation.Ginny was among them, her Weasley red hair standing out.Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall, bespectacled and with hair pulled tightly into a bun, placed the famous Hogwarts Sorting Hat on the stool in front of the new students.

Every year, the patched, dirty and worn-out hat sorts new students into the four Hogwarts houses (Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin).

A boy with amber pupils and a limp was called to the front, and the Sorting Hat was put on.Harry's eyes moved to Headmaster Dumbledore who was sitting on the teacher's bench watching the sorting ceremony, his long silver beard and half-moon glasses gleamed in the candlelight.A few seats further on, Harry saw Gilderoy Lockhart in aqua green robes.At the very top sat the hulking Hagrid with a bushy beard and hair, drinking from a glass.

"Wait..." Harry whispered to Augustus, "there's a vacant seat on the teacher's bench... where's Snape?"

"Maybe he's sick!" said Ron hopefully.

"Maybe he's gone," said Harry, "because he didn't teach Defense Against the Dark Arts again!"

"Don't make wild guesses. We'd better go in now, and everything will be over later." Augustus looked at the two cranky teenagers, and couldn't help crying and laughing. At this time, there was still a professor of mood programming. It's a teenager's mind, always a poem.

"Maybe," said a cold voice behind them, "he's waiting to hear why you didn't come by the school bus."

Harry turned around to find Severus Snape standing in front of him, his black robes shaking in the cool breeze.He was thin and sallow, with an aquiline nose and greasy black hair that fell to his shoulders.The smile on his face at the moment told Harry that they were in a bad place.

Augustus reluctantly picked up the suitcase. It seemed that he had no way to get in without disturbing the professor. Forget it, he thought he was unlucky.

"Come with me," Snape said.

Neither Harry nor Ron dared to look at him, and followed Snape up the steps into the empty, echoing hallway lit by torches.The smell of food wafted from the Great Hall, but Snape led them away from the warmth and light, and down the narrow stone staircase to the dungeon.

"Go in!" he said, opening a door in the cold corridor and pointing inside.

They walked into Snape's office shivering.The walls were dark, and on shelves along the walls were large glass jars floating with all sorts of disgusting things whose names Harry didn't want to know at the moment.The fireplace was empty and dark.Snape closed the door and turned to look at the three of them.

Snape said dryly, "What did you do to the car?"

Ron gaped.Snape made Harry feel again that he could read other people's minds.But after a while, the mystery was solved, and Snape started the "Evening Prophet" of the day.

"You've been seen," he said grimly, showing them the newspaper headline: Ford Anglias fly and Muggles startle.He read aloud: "Two Muggles in London convinced they saw an old limousine flying over the Post Office building... at noon in Norfolk, while Mrs Hetty Bellis was drying her clothes... Angus of Peebles -Mr. Fleet reporting to the police.. there were six or seven Muggles. I recall your father worked in the Misuse of Muggle Substances Division?" He looked up at Ron, grinning even more menacingly. "Oops.. His own son.."

Harry felt as though his stomach had been jerked by the bough of the mad tree.If anyone finds out that Mr. Weasley has bewitched the car..he doesn't think about it.. "I was inspecting the garden and found that a very rare Whomping Willow appeared to have suffered a great deal of damage." Snape go on.

"Professor, I damaged the Whomping Willow, and I am willing to take full responsibility for it." Augustus looked at Snape and said.

"Of course, I know, apart from you, how could Ron and Harry cast such a harmful spell, should I give you ten points? Augustus." Snape said for the first time because of Augustus As a top student in Slytherin College and Snape's favorite student, Augustus has always been favored by Snape, who has always been indifferent, but this behavior really made Augustus tolerant. Added that Snape was angry, especially with Harry Ron, which made him even more unhappy.

"That tree did us more damage than—" Ron blurted out.

"Quiet!" Snape snapped again. "It's a pity you're not students at my house, and I don't have -44- - the decision to expel you. I'll go get someone who actually has this happy privilege. You wait here." Harry and Ron paled looking at each other.Harry wasn't hungry anymore, he was feeling very sick, trying not to look at the big slimy thing suspended in green liquid on the shelf behind Snape's desk.It wouldn't be much better if Snape got Professor McGonagall.She might have been a little fairer than Snape, but she was just as stern as hell.

Ten minutes later, Snape came back, and Professor McGonagall was right next to him.Harry had seen Professor McGonagall lose his temper a few times before, but maybe he had forgotten how tightly her lips were when she was angry, maybe he had never seen her so angry before.In short, the appearance of Professor McGonagall was strange to Harry.She raised her wand as soon as she entered the room, and both Harry and Ron flinched, but she just lit the empty hearth, and the fire burst into flames in no time.

"Augustus, go back and write me an inspection. You have nothing to do here. The college banquet is over. You go directly to the Slytherin lounge. You have to do this year's hidden prefect competition." Witness." Snape said to Augustus after returning.Under Harry Ron's envious eyes, Augustus turned and left the basement.