The afternoon sun warmed up the breezy late autumn day, and as they walked down the hallway leading to the basement of the Potions class, the Augustus trio bathed in the golden sunlight cast by the windows.

The air is filled with the smell of cold potions, and the students who come and go, from time to time, will look at Augustus in a black robe, for many junior students, since entering the school, the name Augustus is often mentioned in the envy of the surrounding people, in the eyes of the 6th and 7th grade seniors, Augustus, the so-called junior, can be used as a model of perfection, but it is a pity that the background factor of his family, for many girls, is the fundamental reason for regression.

Following the mist of sunlight, I turned to the next compartment and pushed open the heavy basement door, the dust in the warm sunlight obscured my vision.

The dust scattered and fled, and in the corner of the doorway, the Potter trio and Neville seemed to be discussing Decree Twenty-Four.

"Mr. Augustus!" Hermione and the others were interrupted by the sound of pushing the door, and when they found that it was Augustus who had entered, the four of them walked over together.

"So, you know about Umbridge's new decree?" Lillian's crimson eyes asked with a hint of suspicion in her eyes, rather coldly.

Hermione looked at Augustus and found that he didn't have any expression, and breathed a sigh of relief, "We've discussed it before, and it definitely won't be an internal problem." The fact that the magic of that agreement has not been broken to this day means that there are no whistleblowers among us. ”

Malfoy snorted slightly, "Who knows if you are shielding the participants of your academy, the agreement is with you, and the magic effect is also attached to you, even if there is an informer, who will know except you?" ”

Hermione didn't speak, seemingly too lazy to argue with Draco. Harry had been depressed since that meeting, and this time because of the issue of Education Order 24, even the application for the Gryffindor Quidditch team was in danger, and his mood was even worse, and at this time, he was provoked by Malfoy, and a wave of anger surged out of his heart.

"All of us have signed Hermione's magic agreement, even Mr. Augustus, except for a few of you who are new to the team, who else knows about this? As for Lokisol, we believe that he will not act like a villain by his way of doing things. From this point of view, the only person left is probably the most suspicious. Harry said calmly.

Malfoy's face was pale, and there was anger in his gray-blue pupils, he clenched his fists slightly, and suddenly laughed, "Tsk, that's right, Umbridge let the Slytherin Quidditch team continue to move, I went to ask her early this morning." Hey, it's almost like it's automatic. We'll see if Gryffindor can continue to move, right? ”

"Don't be angry," Hermione said pleadingly to Harry and Ron, both glaring at Malfoy, "We're going to train together in a few days, why bother?" ”

"I mean," Malfoy raised his voice a little more, his grey eyes flashing maliciously towards Harry and Ron, "I don't think they have much of a chance when it comes to the impact on the Ministry of Magic??" According to my dad, the ministry has been looking for reasons to remove Arthur Weasley all these years?? As for Potter?? My dad said it was only a matter of time before the ministry sent him to St. Mungo?? They obviously have a special ward for those idiots! ”

Malfoy looked at Harry with contempt when something slammed into Harry's shoulder, knocking him to the side. In an instant, Neville rushed past him and headed straight for Malfoy.

"Neville, don't!"

Malfoy was startled at first, then unhurriedly drew his wand, and with a soft thought in his mouth, a pure green transparent rope lightly tied Neville in the middle of the way.

"Yo? What, Potter's thugs can't help it anymore? Malfoy looked at Neville playfully, teasing in his eyes.

"Draco, apologies to Neville!" Augustus flicked his wand to remove Neville's magic, and in mid-air, Neville struggled to the ground, and Harry and Ron hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.

"Isn't it?? Joke?? No?? Mungo?? Lesson?? He?? Neville stood up trembling and pointed at Malfoy, deep pain and anger on his round face.

Malfoy looked at Augustus suspiciously, as if he didn't know what was happening.

"Apologize, Draco." Augustus had an unmistakable tone in his calm voice.

Malfoy shuddered, though he didn't know why, but Augustus's calm tone was obviously a little unpleasant.

He bowed his head slightly, stepped forward, and said to Neville, "I'm sorry, Neville-san. ”

Neville didn't speak, grabbed his bag, and strode into the basement classroom.

Augustus sighed slightly, "As for the issue of the education order, let's discuss it here, let's all go to class separately." ”

Once you've dispersed, return to your seat.

Lilian looked at Augustus hesitantly, "What the hell is wrong with Neville?" Malfoy, apparently wondering the truth, turned around.

Augustus shook his head, "There's nothing worth saying, try to be in front of Neville as little as possible in the future." ”

The door to the basement room opened, and Snape was standing, and Neville had made a lot of noise before, and the surrounding students were talking about Neville's behavior one after another, but when Snape closed the door of the underground classroom, there was a heavy echo, and the class fell silent.

"You'll find out," Snape said in his low, sarcastic tone, "we have a guest today. ”

The door opened again, and Umbridge walked in and sat down on the side of the corner.

"Continue to dispense the booster today, and you'll see the mixture you left over from the last lesson, and if it's right, it should be in the end of the week. The method - "he waved his wand again" - on the blackboard. Begin. Professor Umbridge spent the first half hour taking notes in the corner.

Augustus poured the diluted salamander blood into the cauldron that had been configured, and the pure silver liquid erupted into a thick mist, and the golden mist took on a straight vertical shape. Snape nodded approvingly, "This is the case in the initial configuration stage of the enhancer, and if it reaches the appearance of a golden gold, it is half the battle. ”

Hermione was still preparing the ingredients for the cauldron, pouring out the pomegranate juice, and the liquid in the cauldron gradually turned silver.

Umbridge had just stood up, "Gee, this class seems to be pretty advanced," she said briskly into Snape's back, "but I doubt it's advisable to teach them potions like enhancers." I think the ministry will want to remove it from the curriculum. Snape straightened up and turned to look at her.