The result of the truth is ridiculous at the worst, in the depths of the dense forest, Crouch's house-elf Twinkle was searched by officials of the Ministry of Magic, and through the effect of the flashback charm, it was clearly shown that the wand on the elf's hand was a tool to release the mark of the dark magic, and there was no doubt that Crouch, who cherished his feathers very much, did not hesitate to give Twinkle clothes. For this kind of selfish person who can easily abandon even his own people, to a certain extent, Augustus looks down on him from the bottom of his heart, and how much security can he bring to the people under his rule for an official who can't even protect the people around him. Real successful people often have a preference for protecting their shortcomings, similar to Dumbledore, or even Voldemort, a leader, if you can't protect the supporters who support you, in the long run, who will trust you again?

The deceased, in the blink of an eye, it was time for the school to start, and the Tower in the Clouds flew all the way from the manor to the London railway station.

The dark purple tower of clouds soared above the sky, standing in front of the colorful crystal window that controlled the room, the sky outside was a gray hue, and the dense raindrops hit the glass, this rain came a little suddenly, the sky and the earth were connected by rain, and as far as the eye could see, the entire world was immersed in this rainstorm.

The Hogwarts Express was already parked, a crimson steam locomotive that was belching smoke and holding up a black umbrella as it weaved through the crowd, the pouring rain painting the surroundings into an old black and white photograph.

Standing quietly on the edge of the train, looking at the crowd back and forth, Augustus suddenly had a feeling of being separated from the world, a second ago, he was still a legendary mage of the empire who held great power and commanded the storm, at this moment, he had melted into this rain curtain, holding an umbrella, and became an ordinary member of thousands of students.

When the whistle blew, Augustus showed a smile on his face, no matter what, no matter what world he was in, what identity, the path of magic, the road to truth, there was always a need for someone to walk alone. Walking into the train, the sound of the rainstorm outside was forgotten.

“…… Did you know that my father really thought about sending me to Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts? He knew the principal of that school. Alas, you know what he thinks of Dumbledore—the man is so fond of mudbloods—that Durmstrang simply doesn't allow those who are scumbags to go to school. But my mother didn't want me to go to school that far. Father said that Durmstrang took a much more reasonable approach to the dark arts than Hogwarts. Durmstrang's students are really learning the dark arts, unlike us, what kind of ragged defenses......"

In a familiar tone, Augustus sighed slightly, and walked into the carriage, where Malfoy was boasting to Loki, Thor, and Lillian in a serious manner.

"Mr. Augustus." The four of them quickly stood up.

"Sit," Augustus waved his hand and motioned for a few people to sit down, "long time no see, you two." ”

There was a smile in Loki's amber pupils, "Throughout the holiday, Thor and I have been looking for traces of vampires in California, and now with the strength of the two of us, hunting vampires will have a good tempering of our magic realm, fortunately, most of the vampires act alone, and through my magic perception, we have killed many adult vampires who are out alone." In general, a lot of practical experience has been added. ”

"Yes, actual combat is very important for magicians, and only through constant fighting can you find your own rhythm of magic. Hunting vampires is a relatively profitable move, and vampires' high movement speed and agility are inherently very restrained to mages, so by fighting them, it is indeed a great improvement in your combat experience. Augustus nodded, quite satisfied with these two disciples, being prepared for danger in times of peace, and in peacetime, they can still take the initiative to attack and sharpen themselves, which is very worthy of recognition from this alone.

"Thor's lightning magic is very effective, and many of my ice types control spell slots, so the combination of the two of us has limited the vampire's advantage to a large extent, and in terms of spell matching and rational use, this kind of battle has benefited us a lot." Loki explained.

Thor smiled bitterly, with helplessness in his dark blue pupils, "My magic level is relatively low, although the effect is good, but my fighting style is too fast, so many times I have relied on Loki's strong control to save me, if I hunt vampires alone, I am afraid that my life will be lost long ago." ”

Augustus smiled slightly, did not speak, personality determines the rhythm of the battle, Loki's calculating and Thor's strength is strong, from some aspects, each has its own advantages and disadvantages. However, their fighting methods are very in line with the characteristics of their own magic system, the fierceness of the lightning system, and the precision of the ice system are very suitable for their rhythm, so there is no need to correct their own fighting style, the natural combat state is definitely something that cannot be encountered for magicians.

"Draco, why don't you keep talking about your Durmstran? Look at your two juniors, perhaps, Durmstrang taught students to hunt adult vampires at this age? Lillian couldn't interject, and turned the finger at Malfoy in anger.

"Ah, it's a pretty nice day." Malfoy gave an embarrassed snort, hell, if he was to hunt vampires, it would be safer to continue dueling with Potter.

"It's pretty good, indeed." Loki glanced out the window, a smile on his fair face.

Rumbling thunder was heard in the air. The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The sky was dark, and the windows were covered with moisture.

The train slowly stopped at the station, and Augustus walked off the train with the four of them, moving little by little with the flow of people, and walking past the dark platform. Outside the station, a hundred horse-drawn carriages were waiting for them. Climb into one of them, the door slams shut, and a moment later, with a violent jolt, the long caravan of horses set off along the path to Hogwarts Castle, crackling and splashing along the way.

The carriage passed through a gate flanked by winged boar sculptures and drove down a wide driveway, shaking violently due to the strong winds. Many of the brightly lit windows shimmered vaguely behind the thick curtain of rain. Their carriage came to a halt at the foot of the stone steps in front of the two oak gates, and just then a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and the people in the carriage in front of them had hurried up the stone steps and ran into the castle.