The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

While everyone was talking, Hagrid grabbed Anthony's arm, pushed and pulled it violently, and with a "click!" he restored his dislocated arm.

Anthony endured the severe pain without screaming.Cold sweat fell from his forehead, the little guy gritted his teeth, and the muscles on his face twitched due to severe pain.

"Looks much better!"

Hagrid looked at the recovered arm and smiled honestly.

But before the smile spread on his face.

I saw that the originally purple bruise on Anthony's arm suddenly swelled.

Harry, who was supporting Anthony, felt his arm heavy and almost fell down.

This made him have to put in more effort to drag him along.

"what happened?"

Harry asked worriedly.

Because just now, Anthony's head tilted and he seemed to have fainted.

"This..." Hagrid quickly picked up Anthony from Harry's hands in embarrassment, and then shouted to Percy behind him: "Percy, I'll leave the little wizards to you, keep them in the castle. go."

Then he hugged Anthony and ran towards the castle without stopping.

He has experience in setting bones. As an expert on magical animals, injuries are common. He knows how to deal with wounds, how to avoid injuries, and how to set bones.

However, Hagrid obviously overestimated the physical fitness of Anthony, the little wizard. In other words, he often set his own bones, but he had never tried it on the little wizard.

He was just a little stronger just now...

Really, just a little bit...

...

When Anthony woke up again, he found that he was lying in a place that looked like an infirmary, and there was a strong smell of herbs in the air.He slowly moved his visible right hand, which felt heavy.

Looking down, his right hand was wrapped in a thick bandage.

"You wake up!" Suddenly a gentle voice came from his ear.

"I..."

"You're finally awake." A voice sounded that was obviously different from the previous one. This voice sounded more rough and wild.

"If you don't wake up, you will miss the sorting ceremony." Hagrid said with a guilty conscience.

"Whose fault is this!" At this time, the previous voice clearly had the upper hand, and she completely suppressed Hagrid.He said sternly and angrily: "Don't you know how strong you are?"

"You are not allowed to treat the little wizard privately in the future. Do you think I don't exist?"

"Mrs. Pomfrey..." Hagueno said. It was hard to believe that such a tall giant could make such a sound.

"Okay, I just gave him some refreshing potion. He is very weak now. If you want to take him to the branch, do it as soon as possible!" Pomfrey said seriously.Her eyes seemed to be bursting with flames.

Because it's right behind her.

There were seven or eight little wizards lying on those hospital beds.

Although none of them were as seriously injured as Anthony, there were so many injured that her small school nurse room could no longer accommodate them.

"We'll leave right away." As he said this, Hagrid quietly picked up Anthony from the bed, and then looked at Madam Pomfrey apologetically.

Then he quickly left the school medical room.

...

On the other side, a grand party was being held in the Hogwarts auditorium. All the professors were present, and everyone's face was filled with festive smiles... No wonder!

Professor McGonagall's stern face was almost dripping with water, and Dumbledore also had a dark face as he glanced at Gryffindor and Slytherin who were in ragged clothes and with bruises on their noses and faces.

Fight with weapons!

They had heard the truth from Hagrid and other students from both houses.

It is unimaginable that these students would have a large-scale fight on the Hogwarts Express.

What makes Professor McGonagall even more angry is that there are still seven or eight seriously injured people lying in the infirmary.Even a new student was affected.

The little wizards in the auditorium could all detect the cold eyes of many professors on the rostrum.

They didn't dare to make a sound, and even the Gryffindors, who were usually the most lively (making trouble), fell into a dead silence today.

At this perhaps the most deserted opening ceremony in the history of Hogwarts, Professor McGonagall said slowly with a cold face and a gloomy voice: "Whoever's name I call now will put on his hat and sit down. On the stool, wait for sorting."

She said, "Hannah Abbott!"

There was a commotion among the crowd, a little girl with a rosy face and two golden braids.I stumbled out of the queue, almost tripping as I walked towards the chair.

Professor McGonagall quickly released the spell and caught her smoothly. Then her stern face finally melted a little and said, "Don't be nervous, just put on the sorting hat."

"Yes, Professor!" Hannah stabilized herself and said timidly.Then she quickly sat on the chair and put the sorting hat on her head.

After a moment, the hat opened its mouth and said loudly: "Hufflepuff!"

As soon as she finished speaking, someone on the first row of tables on the right waved their arms towards her.But compared to the cheerful shouts in the past, their welcoming voices today were simply negligible.

"Susan Burns!" said Professor McGonagall.

"Hufflepuffs!"

...

The sorting ceremony went on smoothly.

At this time, the senior wizards in the auditorium, especially the Gryffindors, were all sitting on pins and needles. They silently prayed that the Sorting Ceremony could last longer and last until tomorrow.

At that time, everyone will go directly to class and will not hear the professors’ reprimands.

"Justin Finch-Fletchley!"

"Hufflepuffs!"

"Anthony Falkirk!" (Middle name, if you're afraid of the bar, that's it.)

Professor McGonagall looked at the list in her hand. She was furious. Her mind was filled with thoughts on how to punish these students who seriously violated discipline after the sorting was over, so that her thoughts were not on the sorting at all.

She called Anthony, and then suddenly remembered that Anthony was in the school hospital at this time!

Just as she was about to skip over and read out the next name.

The door of the auditorium was suddenly pushed open.

It was Hagrid, and he rushed over with Anthony in his arms.

"Oh! Merlin's beard!" Professor McGonagall looked shocked, then quickly passed through the little wizards gathered in front of him and came to Hagrid.

The child in his arms was pale, sweating on his forehead, and his arms were wrapped in thick bandages.

Just looking at the appearance, it really looks like he is dying and his life is not long.

"His arm has been dislocated for too long. The child has been enduring the pain and is now a little nervous." Hagrid said in a low voice.

There are students all around.

They stretched their heads curiously and looked towards Hagrid's arms.

"First sort him into different hospitals. When it's over, send him back to the infirmary as soon as possible!" Professor McGonagall looked at Anthony with some pity.

What a poor kid.

This is his first day entering the magical world!

With that said, the professor quickly turned around and placed the Sorting Hat on the chair on the head of Anthony in Hagrid's arms.

"Gryffindor!"

The moment the hat was placed on his head, the sound of the Sorting Hat sounded.

Professor McGonagall on the side suddenly looked a bit unnatural after hearing the words 'Gryffindor'...

Although they haven't investigated the cause of the fight on the train yet, this child was able to participate in it when he was only in first grade, and he must have been a troublemaker like the Weasley twins.

Such a naughty boy is assigned to his own academy.

It's no wonder that Professor McGonagall's expression is a little unnatural.

"Professor McGonagall, I'm leaving first!" Hagrid didn't think much about it. He was quite happy that the little guy could be sorted into Gryffindor.

"Go!" The professor waved his hand and watched Hagrid go to the auditorium.

Then her eyes fell again on the list in her hand.

Next...

"Hermione Granger!"

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