The Next Plan to Fly

The wind blade formed by the Sectumsempra was close at hand, Augustus looked calm, raised the silver wand with one hand, and a little starlight flickered around the wand. The starlight visible to the naked eye formed a six-pointed star cluster. The light blocked in front of Augustus.

The wind blade formed by Sectumsempra collided with the six-pointed star in mid-air. The star of the six-pointed star cluster was dazzling, and the wind blade was absorbed in without the slightest ripple.

"This is?" Loki's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect Sectumsempra to be absorbed so easily. Such damage is already comparable to the power of the Unforgivable Curse, but it would be easily blocked by such an unknown spell.

The expressions of the hidden prefects present were as usual, and they seemed to have long been accustomed to the endless unknown spells of Augustus. It was really hard to imagine the origin of these spells. Even the Julius family could not have so many rare spells. Reserve, this simply subverts the magic spell system of the entire magic world.

"I admit defeat. According to the agreement, I will follow you in the future, Mr. Augustus. Please give me more advice in the future." Loki expressed his attitude and seemed to have no resistance to following Augustus. With a look of joy and the envious gazes of the people around you, you can know who has the advantage. Obviously, following a person who is so strong and bears many mysterious and unknown spells, whether it is from a family perspective or a personal perspective, get The benefits are unlimited.

"I hope you can follow your promise and correct your shortcomings. If you still use magic as a tool to harm others in the future, I will punish you severely." Augustus nodded and pointed to Loki.

The duel came to an end, and under the organization of the sixth-grade hidden perfect, Loki successfully became the first-year hidden prefect.

The next day, in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, under the enchanted ceiling (today it was a cloudy grey), on the long tables of the four Houses were bowls of porridge, plates of pickled herring, Hills of bread, and platters of eggs and bacon.

Augustus had just started drinking porridge when he suddenly heard a commotion above his head. Hundreds of owls swarmed in and circled the auditorium, dropping letters and packages into the talking crowd. A big bulging package fell on Neville's head, and then another big, grey one fell into Hermione's jug. Suddenly, milk and feathers splashed all over them.

Augustus looked towards the Gryffindor table. "Erol!" Ron shouted, pulling the wet owl out with his claws. Errol collapsed on the table, his legs stretched out in the air, a wet red envelope still in his mouth.

"Oh, no—" Ron exclaimed. "It's okay, he's still alive," Hermione said, poking Errol lightly with her fingertips. "No—that's the one." Ron pointed to the red envelope. The envelope looked normal to Harry, but Ron and Neville seemed to think it was going to explode. "What's the matter?" Harry asked. "She—mum sent me a shouting letter," said Ron feebly. "You'd better open it, Ron," Neville whispered shyly. "It's worse if you don't. Grandma sent it to me once, and I ignored it, and then—" he breathed, "it's horrible."

"Haha, I didn't expect the Weasleys to be so interesting, they would send roaring letters." Malfoy smiled gleefully.

"It may be related to the car I sat in yesterday. I have to say that I also have a certain responsibility in it." Augustus said lightly.

Harry looked at their frightened expressions, then at the red envelope.

"What is a shout letter?" he asked.

But Ron's attention was all on the letter, and the corners of the envelope were already smoking.

"Open up," urged Neville, "only a few minutes..."

With trembling hands, Ron carefully took the envelope from Errol's mouth and tore it open. Neville covered his ears with his fingers, and Harry knew right away why. At first, he thought it was an explosion, and the loud noise filled the entire auditorium, shaking the dust off the ceiling.

"...the car was stolen, and if they fired you, I wouldn't be surprised at all to see how I clean up you. You probably never thought about how your dad and I were feeling when we found out that the car was gone..."

It was Mrs. Weasley's cry, a hundred times longer than usual, that rattled the plates and spoons on the table, and the echoes from the four stone walls were deafening. The whole auditorium turned to see who had received the roaring letter, and Ron slumped in his chair, all he could see was a red forehead.

"Received Dumbledore's letter last night, and your father was so ashamed that he almost died. We worked so hard to pull you up, and I didn't expect you to do such a thing. You and Harry almost lost their lives.." 'Harry has been listening when his name pops up. He tried his best to pretend he didn't hear the sound that hit his eardrums.

"...It's so irritating, your father will be censored in the unit, it's all your fault. If you don't follow the rules again, we'll bring you back immediately!"

The roar stopped, and the buzzing in his ears was still there. The red envelope, which had fallen from Ron's hands, burned and curled into ashes. Harry and Ron sat blankly as if they had just been washed by the tide. A few people laughed, and the voices gradually sounded again.

"Well, I have to say that there is indeed something wrong with the way the Weasleys are educated. She did too much harm to Ron. This way is too rude." Augustus told Wes for the first time The Lays have some ideas.

"Who knows, maybe with Ron's thick skin he doesn't care," Malfoy said vaguely, eating the floss pie in his mouth.

"Draco, eat what's in your mouth before talking. This is the most basic noble etiquette. I don't know where you learned dining etiquette." Lilian looked at Malfoy with a look of contempt, as if In front of him was a giant monster in human skin.

Malfoy's face flushed instantly. He used to teach Crabbe Gower's dining etiquette, but he never expected to be educated today. He often walks by the river without getting wet shoes. What's irritating is Gore listening next to him. Lillian's words also showed two front teeth and smirked.

"Anyway, Harry and Ron are showing their faces this time. Maybe they planned this time to make the boy who survived even more famous. You see, they did it. Almost the whole The students at the school know that two stars drive to school." Diverting the subject is Malfoy's forte.

"You're wrong, it's three." Augustus looked at Malfoy, who was embarrassed for the next second, with a smile in his eyes. The occasional Adventure Speed ​​​​plan is also quite good.