At night, the rain in the sky was like a thread, connecting the whole heaven and earth, the drizzle wet Augustus's long golden hair, stretched out his hand, and a little raindrop circulated in his hand, and the silver pupils were glowing with a misty light.

"Lord Augustus?" Loki looked at Augustus with a puzzled look in his eyes, wondering why he wanted to end the duel.

"That's the end of the duel, you've all done well, and besides, Thor, after entering the next school year, you can come directly to me if you have the chance." Augustus nodded, turned to leave the arena, Thor showed a look of joy on the field, a look of jealousy flashed in Loki's eyes, he gave Thor a complicated look, and then left the dueling arena, and Malfur Lilian followed Augustus into the room.

"Mr. Augustus, are you ready to accept Thor?" Lilian's dark red pupils flickered with an inexplicable light.

"Well, his talent and temperament are very good, he should be the best candidate for thunder magic cultivation, with his talent cultivation, he should soon be able to catch up with you senior sisters and brothers who are the first to get started, so you must not slack off." Augustus smiled slightly.

"Well, I think even if his talent is high, I should be able to reach the level of a third-level magician after entering the school tomorrow. It shouldn't be so easy to catch up. Malfoy touched his nose and said cautiously.

"Heh, although I don't like that kid very much, but I have to admit that with his talent, it can't be easier to catch up with you, if you don't step up your cultivation, you will only have to cry by then." Loki pursed his lips disdainfully and said lightly.

"I said, anyway, we are also companions who started together, why do you always help outsiders talk, completely ignoring the feelings of my senior." Malfoy wept and looked unlucky.

"It's true, and I'm sorry if it hits you." Loki chuckled, amber pupils tinged with a hint of teasing.

"Okay, in order to preserve my senior brother's dignity, I must practice hard when I go back this time, and if I don't reach the fourth level before the start of school, I will !!!!" Malfoy paused, not daring to say what he said next.

Augustus shook his head helplessly, there was really nothing he could do about Malfoy like this. The banquet is still in full swing, most of the wizards are wearing heavy masks, staggered, as if the interests of reality are entangled, in fact, in addition to magic, what is the difference between these noble wizards and the nobles in the Muggles, the same interests are important, bustling, all for profit. And how many people really understand the true meaning and path of magic!

Time flies, soon it is the day of the beginning of school, on this day, Augustus got up from the morning full of fresh smell, opened the half-open window, a fragrance mixed with the smell of earth came from the manor, pure white Haidongqing flew into the windowsill, with a sharp mouth to arrange the clean feathers, the hot summer is coming, now the air is full of warm heat, Augustus changed into a white robe, said hello to his parents, and took a carriage to Diagon Alley alone to buy books to be used this semester.

Step into the backyard of the Leaky Cauldron Bar, pull out your wand, tap the third brick counted from the left on the dumpster, and take a step back to watch the Diagon Alley door open in the wall.

Today's Diagon Alley is probably particularly lively because it is the beginning of the school year, countless crowds of people, people are circulating, the Quidditch boutique store, it is already overcrowded, on a newly erected pier pedestal, there is a broom, streamlined shape, beautiful appearance, countless people are watching from the sidelines.

"Just came out, a sample broom," a wizard with a square chin told his companion.

"It's the fastest broom in the world, isn't it, Daddy?" One screamed at his dad than a little boy, and the boy was dangling from his dad's arm and shaking.

"Team Ireland just ordered seven of these beautiful broomsticks!" The shopkeeper said to everyone, "This product is the darling of the World Cup!"

A tall witch walked away, so Augustus could read the note next to the broom: Firebolts, such as flying broomsticks, represent the highest level of craftsmanship at the moment, and their handles are made of ash wood, streamlined, exquisite, treated with a diamond-hard polish, and have a hand-engraved registration number. Each broom twig at the end of this product has been selected to perfection in its streamlined shape, so that this product is unrivalled in terms of balance and precision. The bolt accelerates up to 150 miles per hour in less than 10 seconds, and its braking mechanism is fascinating. The price is negotiable.

It's funny, a new type of broom has attracted so many people, and I have to say that the wizarding world really has a special obsession with Quidditch. Augustus smiled silently.

Walking to the door of the bookstore, a large iron cage appeared in front of him, containing about a hundred books that were listed as essential for the course of protecting magical creatures. It is really a kind of delusion that the teacher is so creative that this kind of book is listed as a textbook.

Walking into the bookstore, the manager hurriedly greeted him. "Hogwarts?" Unexpectedly, he asked, "Are you here to buy a new book?" Augustus nodded, glanced at the bookkeeper with a little pity, put on a pair of thick gloves, picked up a thick, scarred cane, and trembled towards the iron cage in which it was contained. It took a lot of effort to finally bet the youkai of the youkai in front of Augustus.

Augustus took the new book, the eyes of inquiry opened, the book was out of control, Lima opened his mouth and bit Augustus, Augustus smiled slightly, and lightly tapped the back of the book, this book that was fierce a while ago, Lima was as well-behaved as a sheep. The manager stared dumbfounded, as Augustus revisited the anomalous book.

"What more books do you need? By the way, can you please tell me how you managed to silence these damn books? Hell, I've been bitten no less than five times this morning alone! The bookstorekeeper asked, somewhat dazed, and after buying all the remaining books on the list, and informing him of the method, Augustus walked out of the bookstore in the afternoon sun.

The scorching sun scorched the earth, the steaming air dispersed like mist, and walking in Diagon Alley, where the crowds were at its highest, Augustus's slender figure conjured up a faint image in the bright sunlight.