There was a sudden loud banging on the door and loud footsteps, and a moment later, Professor McGonagall rushed into the room, followed closely by Snape and Quirrell at the back. Quirrell only glanced at the troll's pile of minced flesh, his face pale, a little horribly, and he sat down on a flush toilet, clutching his chest tightly.

Snape glanced at the dilapidated room, then bent down to look at the remaining pile of trolls. Professor McGonagall looked at Augustus. The eyes are weird.

"Who's going to tell me what's going on?!What the hell are you guys up to?" Professor McGonagall turned her head to look at Harry and Ron, who were talking and stopped, and then at Hermione, who was still crouching on the ground and couldn't see her expression clearly.

"Obviously, the only son of the House of Julius, Mr. Augustus, you caused all this, right? I don't know what kind of spell can be so destructive, but with the level of Harry and Ron, there is no way that magic like this. Snape stood up and stared at Augustus, with a smile in his usually cold pupils.

"Augustus, you did this?" Professor McGonagall looked at Augustus in amazement.

"Please don't, Professor McGonagall - they're looking for me, I'm looking for the trolls because I'm - I thought I could deal with them on my own, you know, because I've read about them in books and know them well. In the end, it was Mr. Augustus who saved me, all because of my recklessness that caused everyone to be like this. Hermione finally struggled to her feet.

"Now that everything is clear, the arrogant Miss Granger thought she could deal with the trolls alone, leaving everyone alone to challenge the trolls, but Augustus saved Granger at a dangerous moment, and that's the whole thing, right?" Snape's languid voice made Hermione turn pale. Harry and Ron bowed their heads guiltily, if they hadn't locked the door, Hermione wouldn't be in danger. Harry and Ron didn't expect Hermione to lie for them.

Professor McGonagall's lips trembled slightly, and every time she compared herself to Augustus, the Gryffindor students were like fools. "Miss Granger, you silly girl, how can you think you can deal with a mountain of trolls on your own? Miss Granger, Gryffindor is going to be deducted ten points for this," Professor McGonagall said, "I'm disappointed in you. If you're not hurt at all, it's best to head back to Gryffindor Castle. The students all enjoyed a Halloween dinner at their own college. ”

Hermione left.

Looking at Harry and Ron, who were still a little frightened as they stood with Augustus, Professor McGonagall glanced at them in disappointment, and then turned to Augustus and said, "Mr. Augustus, with the strength of a first-year student against trolls, you are not only courageous, but also worthy of praise for your talent, so Slytherin has twenty points." Alright, you three should go back to the castle as well. With that, he turned to leave, and Snape glanced at Augustus with satisfaction, and then turned away, the last to go was Professor Quirrell, who stared at Augustus for a moment before leaving.

"Professor Quirrell, why do you want to look at you like that?" The three of them came out of the women's restroom and prepared to return to the castle. Ron asked Augustus a little strangely.

"Maybe he thinks it's shameless for a first-year student to defeat the troll that scared him so much that he ran back to the auditorium." Harry guessed.

Augustus didn't say anything, only he clearly felt that there was a rather evil force on Quirrell's body just now, and the strange fluctuations approaching the legendary realm seemed to be probing him. I didn't expect Professor Quirrell, who had always been weak and stammering, to hide it so deeply, it seemed that he didn't feel wrong about him when he first met him, things seemed to have become interesting, and a smile appeared on the corner of Augustus's mouth.

As we enter November, the weather becomes very cold. The mountains surrounding the school were gray and covered with snow and ice, and the lake was as cold and hard as hardened steel. Every morning, there is frost on the ground. From the upstairs window, Hagrid can be seen wrapped in a long moleskin coat, wearing rabbit fur gloves and huge beaver fur boots, defrosting his broomsticks on the Quidditch pitch.

Recently, Harry Ron and Hermione seem to have formed a trio, and they are always mysteriously wandering around except for class, but Augustus, who has always liked to go to the library to borrow books, can often meet them in the library, and every time he sees Augustus, Harry looks very serious. Augustus didn't ask too much, the young man's heart is always poetry, why bother to pay more attention.

The Quidditch season has begun, and Augustus, as the Slytherin prefect, must be on hand to oversee the discipline of the new Slytherin students, even if he doesn't want to waste time watching a group of people ride back and forth on broomsticks.

Early in the morning, the weather was sunny and cold. The enticing smell of grilled sausages fills the room, and everyone is looking forward to a good Quidditch match and chatting happily. By eleven o'clock, it seemed that all the teachers and students had arrived in the stands around the Quidditch pitch. Many students also brought binoculars. The seats were literally lifted into the air, but it was still difficult to see the game at times.

"Please get on your broomsticks."

Madame Hodge blew her silver whistle vigorously.

Fifteen broomsticks rose from the ground and rose high into the sky. The race is on.

The game was fierce, of course, in the eyes of the whole school, but in Augustus's eyes, fifteen ugly brooms flying around in the sky, and a few oval balls being thrown around, really didn't have much attraction to him. Augustus watched the little people flying around the pitch while listening nonchalantly to Malfoy's crooked cursing.

In the middle of the game, Harry's broomstick, which had been wandering around, suddenly shook very frighteningly, and then turned left and right and shuttled through the air, "whooshing" violently from time to time, and his broomstick began to roll non-stop, and Harry could only barely hold on to it. Suddenly, the broomstick writhed wildly again, and Harry was thrown off by it. He now grabs the broomstick handle with only one hand, hanging in the air.

Augustus' eyes narrowed, it seemed that someone was casting a curse on Harry, and he was about to use his Eye of Inquiry to quickly scan the entire area to find the person who cast the spell. Hermione suddenly made her way through the crowd to Augustus.

"It's Snape, it's Snape chanting the spell to Harry." Hermione anxiously pulled out her binoculars and gave them to Augustus, pointing at Snape in the teacher's seat.

Augustus didn't even take the telescope handed by Hermione, and a zero-level spell detection spell was thrown at Snape, and Augustus had to find out what kind of evil spell he was casting, to August's surprise, the detection spell came back that Snape was casting a protective charm, obviously he was protecting Harry. A quick confinement was placed in the air on Harry's broom, temporarily stabilizing Harry's broom.

The Eye of Inquiry began to continue to work, and soon, the Eye of Inquiry found Professor Quirrell chanting a spell in the upper seat of the teacher's seat, still detecting the spell, and the information returned this time made Augustus breathe a sigh of relief, it was indeed Professor Quirrell who was casting a spell against Harry. Now that the target has been determined, it will be easy to do, Augustus drew his wand, and a first-level necromantic spell panic shot silently at Quirrell, Quirrell first trembled, and then trembled on the spot, and the evil spell that had been cast was directly interrupted. However, to Augustus's surprise, people below his level would probably be affected by the Panic Technique for 5 seconds, and Quirrell only lasted 2 seconds before he came to his senses, could it be that Quirrell's strength had reached the point of approaching the Legendary Realm? Quirrell, who had come to his senses, looked around in horror, then quickly hid his wand in his robes and hurriedly turned to leave the venue.

Harry's broomstick was completely silent, and high in the air, Harry was suddenly able to climb back onto the broomstick. Hermin thanked Augustus passionately and returned to his Gryffindor seat. Harry swooped down as fast as he could, and people saw him covering his mouth with his hand as if he were going to vomit - he landed on all fours - coughing - and a golden object fell into the palm of his hand.

"I caught the snitch!" He shouted, swung the ball high over his head, and the game ended in chaos. Augustus looked at the Gryffindor students who were celebrating, Professor McGonagall with a smile on her face, and the many gloomy and depressed Slytherin students. It seems that Quidditch is really a popular sport, and Augustus, who walks in the crowd, is silent.

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