Harry Potter's Otherworldly Archmage

The time came to October. After training every Wednesday in September, Loki, Lilian, and Malfoy all formed their own magic strings, and at the same time mastered three or four first-level magics of their respective attributes.The temperature in Hogwarts Castle dropped sharply, and the damp chill permeated the grounds and penetrated into the castle.There was a sudden flu epidemic among the teaching staff and students, which made Madam Pomfrey, the head nurse, flustered.Her pick-me-up has an immediate effect, but those who drink it leave smoke in their ears for hours on end.

Raindrops the size of bullets crackled against the windows of the castle and did not stop for days.The water in the lake was rising, and there was a mudslide in the flower beds, and Hagrid's pumpkins swelled to the size of the flower sheds.

In the Hogwarts library, Augustus sat on a soft seat and read "The Encyclopedia of Dragon Spells". The dragon magic in this world is very interesting.By referring to the way of chanting incantations in Dragon Language, we can get a glimpse of the cadence and rhythm of the voice of the magic system.

It was still pouring rain outside the window, and the sky was as dark as ink, but the house was bright and cheerful.The firelight illuminated countless soft armchairs where people sat reading, chatting, and doing homework.Twin brothers Fred and George Weasley were studying the effects of giving a Salamander some Fireworks.Fred had 'rescued' the bright orange lizard from a Conservation of Magical Creatures class, where it was smoldering on a table surrounded by a crowd of curious people.

Suddenly, the salamander over there whizzed into the air, spinning wildly in the room, releasing sparks crackling, accompanied by some loud noises.Percy scolded Fred and George in a hoarse voice.The salamander's mouth sprays orange-red stars, which is very beautiful and spectacular.It fled into the fire with a series of explosions.

Augustus shook his head and continued to look at the scroll in his hand with a smile.

"Mr. Augustus, are you also in the library?" A voice came from behind, Augustus raised his head, and Harry looked at him with some embarrassment standing not far away covered in mud.

"Why did you make it like this, without changing your clothes?" A trace of doubt flashed in Augustus' eyes. Could it be that this kind of dress is specially for Halloween at night.

"I just came back from the Quidditch training ground. Before I had time to go back and change, I was caught by Filch. After I finally got out, I was stopped by Nearly Headless Nick and invited me to his Deathday party. So I always No time to change." Harry pushed his glasses and explained briefly.

"The death day party? Is it a party full of ghosts? It happens that I am also interested, why don't I join you. The ghost party must be very interesting." Augustus suddenly had a whim, and suggested to Harry.

"Then gather in the auditorium at seven o'clock in the afternoon. I'll go find Ron and Hermione. The two of them should also be very interested in this death anniversary party." Harry nodded, agreed to Augustus, and then turned and left library.

At seven o'clock Augustus, Harry, Ron and Hermione met in the Great Hall and walked straight through the doorway that led right into the crowded Hall.The lights, the candles, and the gold plates on the table were alluring, but they went on in the direction of the dungeon.

The aisle leading to Nearly Headless Nick's party was already lit with candles, but the effect was not at all pleasant: they were dark, thin candles that flickered as they burned. Even if the blue light shines on the faces of the three of them, they still look gloomy.With every step they took, the temperature dropped.Harry shivered, pulling his clothes tight around himself.At this time, he heard a sound, as if a thousand fingernails were scraping back and forth on a huge blackboard.

"That's called music?" Ron whispered. "You can't guarantee that the ghost's hearing will still be like a normal person." Augustus smiled slightly.They turned a corner and saw Nearly Headless Nick standing in a doorway, draped in black velvet.

"My dear friends," he said with infinite sadness, "welcome, welcome.. I am so glad to have you here.."

He took off his feathered hat and bowed them in.

The sight was unbelievable.The dungeon was filled with hundreds of milky, translucent figures, most of whom roamed the crowded dance floor, waltzing and playing music to the eerie, quivering sounds of thirty musical saws. Saw's band sat on a black-clothed stage.A thousand candles were also lit in a chandelier overhead, giving off a midnight blue glow.The breathing of the three of them formed clouds of mist in front of them, as if they had walked into a cold room.

"Shall we look around?" Harry suggested, trying to warm his feet.

"Be careful not to walk through anyone," said Ron nervously, as they walked slowly around the edge of the dance floor, past a group of sullen nuns, a ragged man in chains, and a fat monk.A Hufflepuff ghost, lively and cheerful, chatting with a knight with an arrow in his forehead.Harry also saw the Bloody Barrow, which he expected.The Bloody Baron was the ghost of Slytherin, scrawny, straight-eyed, covered in silver blood, and the other ghosts were making room for him.

"Oh, shit," said Hermione, stopping suddenly, turning around, turning around, I don't want to talk to Moaning Myrtle—"

"Who?" asked Augustus as they hurried back the way they had come.

"In the bathroom?"

"Yeah. The bathroom is out of order all year round because she keeps throwing tantrums and throwing water all over the place. I try not to go there if I can avoid it. You go to the bathroom and she screams at you, It's terribly—"

"There is such a ghost? It sounds quite interesting." Augustus touched his forehead and said lightly.

"Look, something to eat!" said Ron.At the other end of the dungeon was a long desk, also covered with black velvet.They couldn't wait to go forward, and then stopped in horror, the smell was too bad.Huge chunks of rotting meat on beautiful silver platters, black, charred cakes piled high on large trays; maggot-infested haggis in abundance, a piece of cheese covered with green hairs.In the very center of the table stood a large gray cake in the shape of a tombstone, on which the words spelled out in a tar-like icing read: Sir Nicholas Demisy Poppington died October 1492, 10 Harry saw stunned.Then a fat ghost approached the table, crouched down, and walked straight through the middle of the table, his mouth open, just right through a stinking salmon. "Can you taste it when you walk right through it like this?" Harry asked him. "Almost." The ghost said sadly, turned around and floated away. "I guess they let the food rot to make the flavor stronger," said Hermione wisely, clutching her nose as she leaned forward to examine the rotting haggis.

Countless ghosts float in midair, and transparent bodies of various colors shuttle back and forth in the air. Being in it is like a complicated stage play. The slender figure of Augustus is reflected in the pale light, slowly pulling out a long image.