Magic Heritage

Harry found Hagrid's pink umbrella against the back wall of the hut. Harry had reason to believe that the umbrella was anything but as ordinary as it seemed. He was very suspicious of Hagrid's old school wand hidden in the umbrella. Hagrid cannot use magic. He was expelled from Hogwarts in his third year, but Harry never quite figured out why. At the mention of it, Hagrid would clear his throat aloud and act mysteriously deaf until the subject changed.

"Is it the Expansion Charm?" Hermione disagreed a little but found it very interesting. "Oh, you did a great job."

"That's what your little sister said, too," Hagrid said, nodding to Ron. "Just saw her yesterday." Hagrid glanced at Harry, his beard shaking. "She said just walk around, I think she was hoping to meet someone in my house." He winked at Harry. "If I had to tell her, she wouldn't refuse an autograph—"

"Oh, don't talk nonsense," Harry said eagerly. Ron burst out laughing.

"It's getting late Hagrid, it's almost noon, we have to go back for lunch." Augustus reminded the three of Harry.

"Yeah, I only ate a little toffee, and now there's nothing left in my stomach, we're leaving Hagrid." Harry nodded to Hagrid, and the four of them turned and left Hagrid's hut.

"Come here often in the future, you are always welcome here." Hagrid waved at them, then turned around and continued to deal with his pumpkins.

The four of them started walking toward the castle, and as soon as they stepped into the shady hallway, they heard a voice. "You're back, Potter, Weasley," Professor McGonagall walked towards them with a stern face, "you two stay for the night."''What are we going to do, teacher?" Ron asked, holding back nervously. Just a hiccup. "You go and clean Mr. Filch's silverware in the prize room," said Professor McGonagall, "no magic, Weasley—all by hand. Ron gasped. Filch, the janitor, was something all the students hated.

"Potter, you help Professor Lockhart reply to his admirers," said Professor McGonagall.

"Ah, no, shall I wipe the prize too?" Harry begged desperately.

"Of course not," Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows. "Professor Lockhart wants you by name. Remember, it's exactly eight o'clock in the evening, both of you."

Harry and Ron walked into the Great Hall dejectedly, Hermione following behind, with an expression on their faces that seemed to say, "You did break the rules."

Augustus made his way to the Slytherin table, where Malfoy was bragging about how he had turned Ron into a slug to his two valets.

"Mr. Augustus, are you back? Is Ron okay?" Malfoy saw Augustus coming over and quickly got up and let him sit in the seat next to him.

"It's okay." Augustus glanced at the mashed potatoes on the table and replied casually.

"Yo, when did you start caring about Weasley, Malfoy, didn't you know each other? You've already developed some kind of unspoken affection for him." Lillian appeared out of nowhere, teasing Mal Happiness seems to have become her instinct.

"Don't talk nonsense, caring about classmates has always been a traditional virtue of our Slytherin, I am promoting it, you don't understand." Malfoy curled his lips in disdain, with a sense of holiness on his face.

"Come on, as a Slytherin, I wronged you. I think you should go to Hufflepuff, where you can use your talents and virtues." Lilian had a malicious smile on her face.

Malfoy knew that Lillian could not be beaten, so he simply continued to immerse himself in the meal, devoting all his time to dealing with mashed potatoes and roast chicken.

"That's right, in my opinion, the most suitable place for Draco is indeed Hufflepuff." Not far away, a rebellious voice came, Malfoy looked up and found Loki walking towards them.

"Who am I supposed to be? It turns out to be our hidden senior. How can I take time out of my busy schedule to visit us today? I'm flattered." Malfoy had an incredibly frightened expression on his face.

"Mr. Augustus, there is no class this afternoon, can you guide me?" Loki ignored Malfoy at all, just looked at Augustus.

As if a punch had hit the air, Malfoy's face flushed slightly, and he muttered, "I'm going too, Mr. Augustus, you can't favor one over the other."

"And me, how can such a good thing be without me." Lilian had a natural expression on her face.

Augustus glanced at the three of them and nodded, "Since the three of you are so interested, at this time of the week, in the afternoon, gather in the Slytherin common room, and I will take you to a special venue. , take the time to guide you, but I have to say it before, if anyone can't hold on and quit halfway, don't expect to join again."

Loki didn't seem to expect that there would be two more companions, and glanced at them proudly: "I hope you are not the one who quit in the middle, but according to your normality, I think it is very hanging." After speaking, he turned and left. dining table.

"Cut, megalomaniac, I want to see who can't hold on." Lilian's eyes flashed with anger.

"Don't care about him, people don't look down on us at all, geniuses, how can they look down on us ordinary people." Malfoy wiped his mouth lazily and said disdainfully.

After the meal, Augustus returned to the dormitory. On the window sill, the pure white eagle seemed to hunt some small animals and was eating. Augustus went to the window and gently stroked its feathers. The eagle burst into waves. Enjoy the tweets.

It has been a long time since he taught others. In his last life, he was the dean of the Magic Academy when he was very young. Teaching others as a teacher was a long time ago for him. Of these three people, Augustus is still very confident.

Loki, a talented young man, has mastered many spells that adult wizards have never mastered at a very young age. He has a huge reserve of magic power that most people can't reach, and as a mage, the most important wise mind, the vision of judging the situation, And the ability to adapt to the battlefield judgment, if in the other world of the previous life, such a talented young man can at least reach the realm of the pseudo-legendary realm. As for Malfoy and Lillian, they are both very perceptive talents, with a good understanding of magic and perception of spells. Of course, when it comes to the inheritance of theoretical magic, Lillian's ability to accept is still a bit stronger than that of Malfoy. This is the natural advantage of girls, but when it comes to the real magic contest, Malfoy is naturally more than Lillian. With talent, this is where the natural combat advantage of boys is.

For these three teenagers, Augustus, who has always loved talents, is still more optimistic. I hope that the three of them can bring Augustus some surprises in the next training.