Augustus lay on a beach, and the tide rushed onto the beach with ferocity, and then quickly receded. A flock of seagulls www.biquge.info the pen fun pavilion and let out a burst of chirp. It turned into black dots in the slanting sun and flew into the distance.

"Rejuvenation!" his chest flashed red.

A fierce wave crashed on him, washing away the blood stains on his body, and it seemed that the mysterious wizard had helped him heal.

"Ahem, ahem—" Augustus coughed violently, rolled over and lay on the ground, and it took a while for him to come to his senses, prop himself up, and look in front of him.

Nothing.

There was a wave that washed up on the beach, and the wave met an invisible obstacle, and there was a shower of waves, revealing a pair of footprints.

"You're—" he said weakly.

"We're in Normandy - you're still so impulsive. Luckily, I learned the Apparition Charm in South America last month, otherwise you'd be dead. A beautiful voice came from the air in front of you.

"I'm long dead. He said to himself, as if he had heard who had saved him, and glared viciously at the front.

"Don't do this," the footprints stretched towards Augustus, who was jerked up, "you should take the responsibility on your shoulders, any decision you make will determine the life and death of countless people—ah!"

Augustus pushed the invisible man away, and several irregular indentations appeared on the ground.

"You have the face to say this to me, who should inherit the family business!Well? Who escaped!Well?Who let your brother take on this mess!," he roared, and the sea breeze blew softly.

"You are, my sister. This was your responsibility, but now I have to do it. ”

There was a long silence, and the invisible man remained motionless.

"I'm sorry—"

"I'm sorry for my current attitude, but I can't control it, and I don't want to!" his sister's words once again set off Augustus's anger and humiliation.

"I'm selfish, Augustus. I can't help it," she said softly, "I'm really sorry," she choked up, "and you don't know—"

"Because of the child in the womb, you think I don't know. For the sake of a wild seed, you abandoned everyone. You're better than me, whether it's magic skills, leadership, prestige—you know that, but you let someone worse than you—"

"Please, don't say it. ”

Augustus stopped talking, and sat abruptly on the ground, his eyes looking into the distance. Tears silently ran down his face, falling on the beach one by one, leaving no trace on the wet sand.

"You're a man. A pair of invisible hands, brushing away tears. "Near Constantinople, the wizards of West Asia are gathering troops, you have to be careful. ”

"It's going to fall, we don't have enough strength. Augustus said flatly, "Without the Resurrection Stone, we don't have enough troops." ”

"It won't fall, the three brothers were able to conquer all of Europe without a holy weapon, and we didn't rely on magical items to rise. She reverted to a soft tone, "As long as you do your best, it will stand." ”

"I hope so. ”

"Don't go back to Britain, I'm afraid I won't be able to save you a second time. She said, "Farewell, my dear brother." ”

Augustus did not reply, silently picked up the sword that had been thrown on the ground, and limped inland.

The waves washed up onto the beach without hindrance and quickly receded.

Augustus soon returned to an ancient castle. With the help of minions, a more comprehensive treatment was carried out.

He was lying on the bed, his eyes blank and gauze wrapped around his body. Outside the window, the sky is full of stars, and several huge candlesticks illuminate the room as if it were day.

A middle-aged man looked at him with concern, stretched out a silver-white hand, and moved the silk quilt upward.

"We haven't lost yet. ”

"We lost," Augustus said dryly, "but I will come back, and even if I can't, my descendants will come back." ”

"Absolutely. He followed Augustus's words.

Phoenix recognized him as Watson's ancestor, and some of his physical traits were truly the same.

"What about Duke William? We borrowed troops from him and promised to take Britain. "Now--I'm afraid he won't be happy about this situation," he said worriedly. ”

"Give him some gold and let him figure it out for himself. Augustus replied seamlessly.

"This—"

"Tell him that we are on our way to Constantinople. Either we wait for us to finish, or we have to figure it out ourselves. "Augustus corrected his orders.

"Inform all those who are willing to obey me, gather all my troops at once, whether they are wizards or Muggles, magical creatures or slaves, and when they are assembled, immediately go to Skopje and stand by, and I will leave tonight. ”

"Watson helped me bring the quills and parchment. The latter immediately used a summoning charm to send the thing over.

"Do you think we'll be able to get those two things back?" he hesitated, picking up the pen and paper.

"With all due respect, maybe there's hope for the Resurrection Stone, after all, we know where it is. Watson hesitated and said, "But the Cloak of Invisibility - your sister is a wonderful witch, and if she decides to live in seclusion, we probably won't have a chance at all." ”

These words seemed to give Augustus some determination, and the quill slid quickly across the parchment.

"Send one of the fastest owls and send the letter out at once. Watson picked up the letter and left.

Augustus struggled to get up from his bed, put on his armor again, and armed himself with his sword and shield. He gritted his teeth and endured the friction between the wound and the metal.

Magic causes wounds, some of which cannot be erased for a lifetime.

There is a long, long story to follow, and now the memory is only going on until about the 10th century AD. Phoenix has experienced such a thrilling story, and during this relatively quiet time, it seems extraordinarily tired.

It should be an equally dangerous battle in the future, and it was already late today, and he didn't plan to continue watching. And they're about to set off, and I'm afraid it will be a long time before the memories continue.

In the blink of an eye, he flew weightlessly higher and higher in the darkness, and finally landed firmly back in the office, and it was already night outside the window.

The sense of tranquility peculiar to late night made him even more sleepy, and he couldn't wait to get back to bed.

"How?" asked a portrait at once, and with a wave of his wand, several lights went out, and moonlight replaced the candles, giving the room a cold feeling, "Augustus is not easier than me, it's really hard for him." I'm going to rest, he's going to fight the wizards of West Asia, and I'll wait until I'm done dealing with Voldemort. ”

The door closed slowly.

"Oh, I don't think he heard that prophecy. ”

"I think so. A portrait chimed in.