The day before the start of school, Augustus said goodbye to his parents and returned to school, the school hall was still immersed in the Christmas atmosphere, the colorful decorations and the huge Christmas tree had not yet had time to be removed, most of the Slytherin students had not returned, and Augustus was sitting alone at the empty Slytherin table, surrounded by scattered teachers and students.

Harry and Ron were sitting at the Gryffindor table with their heads bowed and whispering, their voices low as if they were concerned about being heard talking. In fact, the entire auditorium was so sparsely populated that no one would eavesdrop on them. As if to get to the point, Harry looked up and glanced around, making sure no one was next to them. When he turned his gaze 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 of them walked towards the Slytherin table together.

"Have a good holiday, Mr. Augustus." Harry greeted Augustus with some surprise.

"Have a great holiday, and the gifts you gave were all good, and it would have been perfect if those pieces and candies had been quieter." Augustus had a smile on his face.

Ron couldn't help but smile a little relieved when he saw Augustus as he seemed to like their gifts, in fact, every time he saw Augustus, he couldn't help but be a little restrained, maybe it was those advanced spells that he had never been exposed to, maybe it was Augustus's unique temperament, or maybe it was the powerful family behind him, in short, this kind of restrained feeling would always appear inexplicably when facing Augustus. Strangely, however, after starting to talk to Augustus, his breezy words and warm smile unconsciously dispel this inhibitive sense of distance. Maybe it's a unique personality. Ron was a little silent.

"If you like those gifts." Harry was also a little happy, habitually touching the scar on his forehead, and then his face suddenly turned grim, "By the way, Mr. Augustus, in fact, we came to you about the Philosopher's Stone." ”

Augustus nodded and motioned for Harry to continue, as he wasn't very interested in the Philosopher's Stone. Whether it's turning a stone into gold, or immortality. He didn't need the former, but he didn't believe in the latter, if eternal life could be obtained by external objects, then wouldn't the Tao they had been cultivating be a joke? Moreover, even if he becomes a true god, his lifespan is only beginning to be counted in the era, and there is no eternal life in this world.

Harry gathered his thoughts for a moment and continued, "The last time I told you about Snape, he must have been to the three-headed dog-guarded room on the third floor, and it was obvious that he had been bitten on his leg for a while. And I eavesdropped on his conversation with Quirrell, and he was threatening Quirrell, and although I don't know what it had to do with Quirrell, it was still suspicious. If the thing the dog was guarding was the Philosopher's Stone, Snape would have been the one who wanted it the most. ”

"Also, Snape's curse on Harry at that Quidditch Cup, if it weren't for your help, he almost killed Harry, such a person, even a professor, is definitely not a good person." Ron added with some muttering.

"With these few suspicions alone, you suspect that Snape is stealing the Philosopher's Stone? Harry, I have to say, you're still being too reckless, not to mention whether he's been to the three-headed dog's room or threatened Quirrell for anything. On Quidditch that day alone, Snape's spell was meant to protect you, and the person who actually cast the curse on you was Professor Quirrell. I didn't expect that because of a momentary negligence, I didn't tell you, and your misunderstanding of Snape deepened. Augustus was a little helpless, these little guys were really prejudiced against Snape.

"Snape was saving me that day?" There was a blank look in Harry's eyes, Snape, who had always hated him and even hated him, would save him? That Quirrell, who they thought was cowardly and timid, was actually behind Quidditch that day? It all turned up so fast that Harry's head began to spin in shock, not to mention the shocked Ron. Could it be that they were wrong in everything they speculated? Harry said goodbye to Augustus apologetically, what Augustus had said to them was too different from what they had thought, and they needed to digest it.

Funny children, so concerned about these trivial things, even if it was really Snape who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone, or even if the weak Quirrell was going to steal the Philosopher's Stone, how could they stop it? Going to Dumbledore? What if Dumbledore isn't there, or if they can't find it? Putting hope in someone else is a foolish decision in itself. What's more, in the face of real strength, all conspiracies and tricks are empty talk.

If these children had focused more on magic, they might have achieved great things in the future. Dumbledore's greatness was not due to his discovery of the twelve uses of dragon blood, or his remarkable work with Nicol Mailer in alchemy. Instead, he defeated the legendary dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald, and the brilliance of one legend always accompanies the end of another, and in the end, it is strength that determines everything.

Augustus couldn't help but think of Loki, a genius boy who could cast an unforgivable spell at the age of only ten, although he had an outstanding talent that others did not have, but if he hadn't put most of his energy into the world of magic, Loki would not have had such a strong strength at a young age, people could only see the brilliance in front of the geniuses, but no one would care about the hard work behind these geniuses, the desire for magic in Loki's eyes, Augustus could see it very clearly, Harry compared them with Loki, It still seems too immature, in the world of mages, only magic is the avenue that needs to be explored tirelessly and eternally, and everything else is vain.

Passing through the dark green Slytherin common room, Augustus returned to the bedroom, in the darkness Hai Dongqing seemed to stop on the window holding something, suddenly a little light appeared in the center of the room for no reason, with the expansion of the light, the whole bedroom floated a halo of white light bands, clusters of light bands floated around the room, each section of the light band was composed of a large number of text symbols, Augustus's silver pupils flashed a group of runes in the light band, each rune flashed, the light band began to fall and gather into a designated space, As a large amount of light flowed by, the light band began to slowly form a faint sapling visible to the naked eye. The saplings that emitted a halo of white light were delicate, and every branch and leaf carried a mysterious and eternal aura, and when the light bands floating in the air were completely transformed, looking at the crystal white and flawless saplings suspended in the air, the corners of Augustus' mouth drew a perfect arc.