In recent times, most of the Slytherin students, who have always been gloomy, are full of spring and laughter. In addition to the recent accumulation of high Slytherin House points in the house's scoring funnel due to Augustus' outstanding performance in every class, many students have also discovered a mobile library hidden in the Slytherin common room.

When a freshman once mustered up the courage to ask Augustus about a thesis question assigned by the teacher in the common room, and after Augustus patiently answered it, many freshmen began to ask Augustus all kinds of questions whenever they had the opportunity. When some of the older students began to ask Augustus and received satisfactory answers, the title of Augustan Mobile Library spread among Slytherin students.

Sitting on a neat green lawn not far from Hogwarts Castle, Augustus took a copy of the Advanced Theory of Dark Arts that had just been borrowed from the library, and all books about this kind of books must be signed by the head of the house. In this wizarding world, the black magic that has always been criticized by everyone is actually some more powerful and destructive spells in Augustus's view, if you have to say how evil these black magic are, it is really a very meaningless thing, the utility of magic itself depends on the existence of wizards, and it is really a very stupid thing to put the standard of good and evil on magic. Most of the spells in this low demon world are used for some life and entertainment, and even many so-called offensive spells cause very little damage, such as the incisor rod and the like.

Augustus believed that it was the peace of the world that had limited the development of magic for too long. Magicians are used as a deterrent weapon of war in the otherworldly realm, and even a magus can play an unimaginable role on the battlefield, not to mention the legendary mage who is the weapon of the country, it is obvious that every legendary mage can easily decide the direction of a war. In the eyes of most people in the otherworldly realm, magic, in this life, exists for war.

Today is Thursday, there seems to be a flying lesson at three o'clock in the afternoon, Augustus is stuck in time, and at about half past two, he closes his book and gets up and walks to the venue of the flying lesson. In fact, Augustus was not very interested in flying lessons, even though flying was a fantasy that existed in the Age of Enlightenment, but you could hardly expect a mage who could fly on his own energy very early on would be interested in flying on a broomstick.

It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass rippled slightly at his feet as Augustus walked briskly down the sloping grass toward a flat lawn across the field. On the other side of the lawn is the forest, and in the distance the black trees sway in the wind.

Most of the Slytherin and Gryffindor students were already there, and when they saw Augustus coming to the venue, most of the Slytherin students had a look of joy on their faces, Slytherin and Gryffindor have always been rivals in the Quidditch Cup, even if it was a simple flying lesson, the Slytherin students hoped that Augustus, who had always been almighty, could give the Gryffindor students a little color. Twenty broomsticks were neatly laid out on the ground. Soon, the teacher, Mrs. Hodge, arrived. She has short gray hair and two yellow eyes, like the eyes of an eagle.

"Okay, what are you all waiting for?" She snapped, "Everybody stands next to a broomstick. Hurry, hurry, hurry. ”

The broom beside Augustus was a worn-out and old dark yellow broom, which seemed to be a little dirty, and Augustus, who had always liked cleanliness, couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Stretch out your right hand and put it over the broomstick," called Mrs. Hodge in front, "and say, 'Get up!.'

"Get up!" Everyone shouted.

Augustus's broom quickly jumped into his hand, and in fact, Augustus didn't use Madame Hooch's trick of fetching things from the air at all, which was more appropriate.

Mrs. Hodge then showed them how to mount a broomstick without slipping off their heads. She walked up and down the line, correcting their hand grips. Harry and Ron heard her criticize Malfoy for not doing things right. I couldn't help but be secretly happy.

"All right, as soon as I whistle, you kick your legs off the ground and kick hard." Mrs. Hodge said, "Hold the broom steady, rise a few feet, and then lean forward slightly and fall vertically back to the ground." Listen to my whistle - three-two-"

However, Neville was too nervous to be left on the ground, so he kicked hard and flew up without waiting for the whistle to touch Mrs. Hooch's lips.

"Come back, kid!" Mrs. Hodge shouted, but Neville went straight up like a cork spewing out of a bottle—twelve—twenty feet. Neville's frightened, pale face looked at the ground that was speeding away below, as if it was about to fall off his broomstick, and Augustus smiled slightly, the student named Neville seemed to have problems every class. Drawing his silver wand and pointing at the broomstick in the air, the furious broom was instantly held tightly by a force, and then the wand turned to Neville, and the next moment Neville took off the broomstick and slowly floated down. A mage's hand, a levitation, two simple spells to remove Neville's danger. Looking at Neville, who landed safely, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Lady Hodge was satisfied with the ten points for Slytherin and hurried to Neville, after all, this was her first lesson, and Augustus's timely rescue saved her a big trouble. Looking at Neville, who seemed to be fine, Mrs. Hodge was still going to take Neville to the school hospital for a check-up.

Neville still had a look of uncertainty on his face, and was put around by Mrs. Hodge's arm, and left and right.

No sooner had they gone than Malfoy burst out laughing.

"Do you see that face, that stupid big man?" The other Slytherin students chimed in. Malfoy, who was close to Augustus, also had a certain prestige among the freshmen.

"Shut up, Malfoy." Parvati Patil snapped.

"Ho, protecting Longbottom?" Pansy Parkinson said, "I didn't expect you to like chubby little tear packs, Patil. ”

"Look!" Malfoy said, rushing over to grab something on the grass, "It was given to him by the grandmother of the big fool Longbottom." ”

He held up the memory ball, which glistened in the sunlight.

"Bring it, Malfoy." Harry whispered. Everyone stopped talking and watched.

Malfoy glanced at Augustus, who was silent, and saw that Augustus had not spoken for Harry, and became emboldened.

Malfoy laughed.

"How about I put it somewhere, and let Longbottom pick it up—put it on a tree?"

"Bring it!" Harry shouted, but Malfoy had already jumped on his broomstick and taken off.

In fact, watching their fights, Augustus still felt a little nostalgic, and he himself seemed to have had such a young college life at the beginning. The friction of youth is really touching when I think about it now.

Malfoy hovered parallel to the treetops of an oak tree, and exclaimed with a sneer; "Come and get it, Potter!"

Harry grabbed his broomstick.

"No way!" Hermione Granger shouted, "Mrs. Hooch told us not to move—you're going to get us all in trouble." "Don't stop him, I'm sure he'll take care of it himself." Augustus waved his hand slightly at Hermione.

Harry smiled gratefully at Augustus as if he had received permission from his teacher. The blood rattled his eardrums. He mounted his broomstick and kicked the ground so hard that he ascended, the air whirring through his hair, his robes fluttering behind him. He heard the screams and pants of girls coming from her face, and Ron shouted in admiration.

He jerked the broom around and pointed it at Malfoy in the air. Malfoy looked taken aback.

"Bring it," Harry shouted, "or I'll knock you off the broomstick." ”

"Oh, really?" Malfoy said. He wanted to laugh, but the expression on his face was nervous. He glanced at Augustus, who was standing silently on the ground, and suddenly felt a little more secure in his heart, so he stopped steadily in mid-air.

Harry seemed to have been born with a knack for what to do. He leaned forward and gripped the broom with both hands, and it shot at Malfoy like a javelin. Malfoy barely dodged; Harry jerked back and grabbed the broomstick steadily.

"Here, see if you can catch it!" Malfoy yelled, threw the orb high into the air, and quickly landed on the ground.

Harry still caught the glass ball very thrillingly at the end, and the thrill was so thrilling that Augustus had to prepare several times to rescue him, and watched Harry land safely and be taken away by Professor McGonagall. Augustus' eyes were full of smiles, and the passionate youth and adventurous youth were really a very memorable thing.