In the reception room of the Mage Tower, Harry was looking at Augustus standing not far in front of him with some embarrassment, tonight's experience was a bit too fantastical, first encountering Voldemort's rebirth, and then encountering the nuclear bomb, a deterrent weapon that Muggles would hardly abuse, and the tower in the clouds that fell from the sky at the end of the night, there is no doubt that if Augustus does not appear tonight, he will definitely die.

"Mr. Augustus, I really don't know how to apologize to you, during that time, it was indeed me who was too villainous and had malicious speculation about you for no reason. The third project is the last minute, and if I had listened to your advice, not so much would have happened. Now it seems that I am really a little vexatious, naïve and stupid," after a pause, Harry swallowed hard and lowered his head, "I accept any punishment no matter what, I hope you can forgive me." ”

Augustus smiled slightly, "There is nothing wrong with principle, it doesn't matter if you forgive or not. "With his mental age, he really can't raise any interest in fighting with a child, as for forgiveness? I didn't take it to heart, so how can I forgive.

Harry nodded in annoyance, "That said, I apologize to you too much, and I will apologize publicly when I return to school." I'm so sorry. ”

Augustus sat on the soft chair in the room, looking at the dark blue starry sky through the window, "You see, the world and the starry sky outside the window, there are too many things in this universe that we need to explore and pursue, the road is endless, limited years, endless exploration, whether it is a person or a dream, we need to tirelessly persist and be constant, besides, what a person pursues, in my opinion, as long as it does not hinder others, does not maliciously affect others, in general, I am afraid it is a good ideal." ”

Dream, from the mage tower above the clouds, looking at the vast sky and the stars, Harry had a confused look on his face, what is my ideal, it seems that since I was born, the road has been paved by others, entering Hogwarts, thwarting Voldemort's plans, being arranged to be a warrior of the Triwizard Tournament, everything seems to have been set by others, he is just a doll on the stage, monotonously reacting with the swing of others, no thoughts, no pursuits, life is as obscure as ever, The expectant gazes of Dumbledore, Hermione, and the others almost drowned him in the mire of goodwill. No one has ever said to him that people should have their own dreams and should have the courage to pursue and adhere to their own ideals.

"Thank you, Mr. Augustus." Harry's pure green pupils had a touch of emotion in them.

The Wizard's Tower pierced through the clouds and rode the wind, and in the dark of the night, the purple tower in the clouds shone with a mysterious sheen, stopping over the Quidditch Pitch at Hogwarts. Augustus led Harry from the clouds to the ground.

A starry night sky in front of you, Albus? Dumbledore walked into the arena from the stands, surrounded by black figures, all crowding towards them.

The two of them reached the edge of the maze and could see the high stands around them, with people walking on them and stars shining overhead.

"What happened, how did you leave the match, especially Harry, who left Hogwarts almost instantaneously in our referee's recorder!" Dumbledore's dark blue gaze was fixed on Harry, and then shifted to Augustus' face.

"The Final Three trophy is a doorkey, the key to Riddle's cemetery." Augustus said dryly.

"Doorkey? Riddle cemetery? "Connelly next to you? Fudge's face was pale and terrified.

Dumbledore's face was hidden in the night, indistinct.

"He's back," Harry whispered, "Voldemort he's back." ”

"What are you talking about!?" With a rare hint of anger and fear on Fudge's round face, he walked up to Harry from the crowd, took Harry's hand, and shouted, "He needs to go to the office and be quiet!" ”

Harry brushed aside Fudge's arm and faced the confused faces around him, and forced a loud voice, "Voldemort is back, he's resurrected!" The flesh of a servant, the bones of a father, the blood of an enemy. It's an ancient resurrection spell, and my blood is in the material. As he spoke, he pulled back his robe, revealing a blood-red wound slightly.

In a brief moment, Augustus seemed to see a glint of joy in Dumbledore's eyes. Is it dazzling? Still is? Augustus had thought in his eyes.

"Alright, Potter needs to rest, let's all disperse." Moody walked over from a distance, grabbed Potter by the shoulder, and pulled him towards the castle.

Augustus had a smile on his face, and the rest of the matter, let them go, and reflexively walked towards the dormitory.

The day after the end of the term, the Great Hall was still decorated in green, and Slytherin was still the undisputed winner of the year. Augustus looked at the faculty chair.

The real Mad Eye Moody is now sitting at the faculty desk, his wooden legs and enchanted eyes back in their original positions. He seemed so nervous that he jumped in shock whenever someone spoke to him. Karkaroff's seat was empty. Apparently, Voldemort had already sent someone wanted for this lovely companion.

Madame Maxim was still there, and sat next to Hagrid. They were whispering something. On the other side of the table, sitting next to Professor McGonagall was Snape.

"Another year," Dumbledore said, looking at everyone, "it's over." ”

"I have much to say to you all tonight," said Dumbledore, "but the truth that must be made known to you is that Voldemort is resurrected!" ”

A nervous whisper rang out in the auditorium. Everyone stared at Dumbledore in horror and disbelief.

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you this." Dumbledore continued, "Some of my classmates' parents may have been shocked by what I had done—either because they couldn't believe that Voldemort had really returned, or because they thought I shouldn't have told you about it, because you were still young. However, I believe that it is always better to tell the truth than to lie. ”

"When we talk about Voldemort, we have to talk about one more person." Dumbledore paused, his dark blue eyes looking at Augustus, "Of course, I'm talking about Mr. Augustus. On the night of Voldemort's resurrection, he risked his life to bring Harry back to Hogwarts. He showed great courage in every way, and few wizards have shown such a spirit in the face of Voldemort's lustful power, and for that, we salute him. ”