Only Magic is Eternal

The day before the start of school, Augustus bid farewell to his parents and returned to the school. The school hall was still immersed in the Christmas atmosphere at this time. The colorful decorations and the huge Christmas tree had not yet had time to withdraw. Most of the Slytherin students had not yet Back, Augustus sat alone at the empty Slytherin table, surrounded by scattered teachers and students.

Harry and Ron were sitting at the long Gryffindor table with their heads bowed and whispering, their voices lowered as if they were concerned that they would be heard talking. In fact, with such a sparse crowd in the entire auditorium, no one would eavesdrop on them. Seeming to get to the point, Harry raised his head and glanced around to make sure no one was beside them. When he turned his attention to the Slytherin table and found Augustus alone, Harry's eyes flashed with joy, and he said a few words to Ron, and the two walked towards the Slytherin table together.

"Mr. Augustus, have a nice holiday." Harry, who walked up to him, greeted Augustus with some embarrassment.

"Have a nice holiday, and the gifts you gave are all very good. It would be more perfect if those chess pieces and candies could be quieter." Augustus smiled.

Seeing that Augustus seemed to like their gifts, Ron couldn't help showing a relieved smile. Every time he saw Augustus, he could not help being a little cautious. Perhaps it was Augustus' unique temperament, or perhaps it was the powerful family behind him. In short, this restrained feeling would always appear inexplicably when facing Augustus. But strangely, after he started talking with Augustus, his spring-like words and warm smile would unknowingly dispel this restrained sense of distance. This may be a unique personality charm. Ron was silent.

"As long as you like those gifts." Harry was also a little happy, and habitually touched the scar on his forehead, then his face suddenly became solemn "By the way, Mr. Augustus we came to you about magic. It's about the stone."

Augustus nodded and motioned for Harry to continue. He was not very interested in the Philosopher's Stone. Whether it is turning stone into gold, or immortality. He doesn't need the former, and he doesn't believe in the latter. If eternal life can be obtained by external things, wouldn't the way they have been practicing all along become a joke? Moreover, even if you become a real god, your lifespan will only be counted in epochs, and there is no eternal life in this world.

Harry sorted his thoughts and began to say: "The last time I mentioned Snape to you, he must have been to the room on the third floor guarded by the three-headed dog, and his legs were pierced for a while. What bites. And I overheard his conversation with Quirrell, he's threatening Quirrell, don't know what it has to do with Quirrell, but it's still suspicious. If the thing the dog is guarding is the Philosopher's Stone If so, Snape must be the one he wants the most."

"Also, Snape cursed Harry at the Quidditch Cup. If it wasn't for your help, he almost killed Harry. Such a person, even a professor, is not a good person." Ron added grumblingly.

"Just based on these few doubts, do you suspect that Snape is going to steal the Philosopher's Stone? Harry, I have to say, you are still too reckless to say whether he has been to the room guarded by the three-headed dog, or Why are you threatening Quidditch? It was only that day when Snape was on Quidditch, Snape's spell was to protect you, and the one who cursed you was Professor Quirrell. I didn't expect that because of momentary negligence, I didn't tell you, let you The misunderstanding of Snape is getting deeper and deeper." Augustus was a little helpless, these little guys had a deep prejudice against Snape.

"Did Snape save me that day?" Harry's eyes showed a daze, would Snape, who had always hated and even hated him, save him? That Quidditch Quidditch, who they thought was cowardly and timid, was actually behind the Quidditch game that day? It all turned upside down too quickly, and Harry's head began to dizzy, not to mention the stunned Ron. Did they speculate that everything was wrong? Harry said apologetically goodbye to Augustus, what Augustus said to them was too different from what they thought, and they needed to digest it.

Funny kids, so obsessed with these little things, how could they stop even if it was Snape trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone, or even weak Quirrell trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone? Going to Dumbledore? What if Dumbledore wasn't there, or they couldn't find it? Placing hope on someone else is a foolish decision in itself. What's more, in the face of real strength, all conspiracies and tricks are empty talks.

If these children can focus more on magic, they may have extraordinary achievements in the future. Dumbledore's greatness was not due to his discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood or his alchemy with Nicole Mailer. But he defeated the legendary dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald. The brilliant light of a legend always accompanies the end of another legend. In the final analysis, it is the strength that decides everything.

Augustus couldn't help but think of Loki, the genius boy who could cast the Unforgivable Curse at the age of ten. Although he had an extraordinary talent that no one else had, if he hadn't devoted most of his energy to the world of magic, Loki would have It is impossible to have such a powerful strength at such a young age. People can only see the brilliance in front of the geniuses, but no one will care about the hard work behind these geniuses, the desire for magic in Loki's eyes, and Austrian Gustu saw it very clearly. Compared with Loki, Harry and the others still seemed too immature. In the wizard's world, the only magic is the avenue that requires tireless and eternal exploration, and everything else is illusory.

Passing through the dark green Slytherin lounge, Augustus returned to the dormitory. In the darkness, Haidongqing seemed to stop at the window and hold something in his mouth. Suddenly, a light appeared in the center of the room for no reason. A halo of white light bands floated in every bedroom, and clusters of light bands floated around the room. Each segment of the light band was composed of a large number of text symbols. Augustus' silver pupils flashed through the groups of light bands. Each rune flashed, and the light strip began to fall and gather in a designated space. With the flow of a large number of light texts, the light strip began to slowly form a blurred sapling that was visible to the naked eye. The saplings exuding a halo of white light will appear, and every branch and leaf has a mysterious and ancient atmosphere. When the light band floating in the air is completely transformed, looking at the crystal white and flawless saplings suspended in the air, Augustus The corners of his mouth drew a perfect arc.