The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

"How...how could this happen?"

Suddenly a faint trembling sound came to his ears.

Anthony opened his eyes in confusion.

He saw Voldemort in front of him staggering back two steps, his arms hanging weakly on both sides of his body, and his whole body trembling. He looked at Anthony in disbelief, his lips slightly opened, but in the end he said nothing. When he came out, he collapsed to the ground.

Like the ashes of a flame, it suddenly collapsed and eventually turned into a piece of scorched earth.

Voldemort - dead.

Anthony couldn't react for a moment. He didn't understand, how could Voldemort die?

He froze in place until a black smoke rose from the ashes, "Hiss! Ah~ah~"

He recognized that it was Voldemort's voice. The black mist was roaring at him crazily, and then screamed and rushed towards the crack in the ground, leaving here as if running away.

"Bang!" There was a sudden sound of the mirror shattering from the ground beneath his feet.

This mirror world created by Voldemort finally collapsed due to the death of his master.

Anthony collapsed on the ground in a daze, his knees slumped down like Hermione sleeping.

He subconsciously held Hermione's forehead.

My heart became empty, as if I had lost something important.

"I can't feel you anymore." Anthony said silently.

He wanted to cry, but not a single tear came from his eyes.

Because - he has not yet struggled out of this sudden turn of events.

Everything happened so fast.

Only now did he realize that Voldemort was killed by his own spell rebounding from him.

That is, the protective spell of love...

————"Love is a kind of belief." Dumbledore's blue eyes were shining with inexplicable light, and he said softly: "You will know, it is that simple. At that time, there was only one kind of love left in your body and mind. When you have faith. Miracles happen.”

Anthony suddenly recalled his previous conversation with the professor.

——"Faith..." He hugged Hermione's body tightly, his heart full of bitterness.

Now, he didn't want to know.

He doesn't want to know.

"This is just a dream, right?" Anthony looked at Hermione blankly, then buried his face deep into Hermione's neck, sobbing slightly, whimpering like a child.

Finally, tears streaked across his cheeks and fell on her cheeks.

...

At this moment, Anthony felt a metal scratch on his cheek. He raised his head and suddenly noticed a long and delicate gold chain hanging around Hermione's neck.

In an instant, it was as if a sailor stranded at sea saw land, or a traveler lost in the desert saw an oasis.

He fumbled hurriedly and took off the gold chain from Hermione's neck.

It was a small, shiny golden timepiece.

This is a time converter.He looked at the time turner in his hand as if he had found a treasure.

Yes, he needs time, if he can go back in time.

Then he put the time turner around his neck without hesitation and started turning it.

He didn't know exactly how long one circle of this precious magic prop represented, but from the memory in the original work, Anthony knew very well that he only needed to turn it around three or four times.

Immediately, he began to turn the time turner.

"No, Anthony."

Several people suddenly appeared in the shattered mirror world.

The leader, Professor Dumbledore, just glanced at it.

You understand what happened here.

He shouted sternly, "Don't try to change your destiny. The disaster caused by time may be the end of the entire world."

"Professor." Anthony looked up and smiled miserably. He said, "I don't know, I don't know Professor, but... I must save her."

Then, everything around him was retreating crazily in his eyes, and he seemed to be flying, flying backwards.

Various vague cloud shapes passed before his eyes, and then countless Muggles passed in front of him.

The world seemed to collapse, but then recovered in an instant.

"Tick! Tick! Tick!"

A huge bell sounded in Anthony's ears.

It continued like this for a long time before his feet touched solid ground again.

"Hu~~"

The sky was still clear at the moment and it wasn't snowing.

The streets were still full of people coming and going, and there were no cracks in the square.Everything is business as usual, as if what just happened didn't exist.

"Huh~" Anthony took a deep breath of the cold morning air and quickly adjusted his emotions.

'You still have time! '

'You still have time! '

'You still have time! ’ He kept mumbling, then put on his hood and quietly disappeared.

The most important thing now is to find Hermione.

Then Anthony checked the direction and ran towards the forest outside the town.

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"Did you hear anything?"

In the forest, a child's voice suddenly came out.

"what happened?"

"I really thought I heard someone screaming, maybe I heard it wrong."

At this time, Anthony, who was hiding in the shade of the tree, was still slowly floating up. He watched Harry Ron and himself walking past him.

Meeting his past self indirectly confirmed the current time.

He went back to when they first arrived in the town.

Christmas morning.

As for the screams...

After slowly rising and her vision widened, Anthony could faintly see a black shadow in the sky falling rapidly, and due to the hurricanes on both sides of the mountain, she was blown far away.

Anthony quickly waved his wand and followed.

Hermione looked very bad, spinning in the sky.

He faintly heard that she seemed to have cast some kind of magic on herself, but perhaps because she had not finished reciting the magic spell, her falling speed did not slow down.On the contrary, it is getting faster and faster.

"Shock reduction and speed stop!" A gray light flew out from the top of Anthony's wand, catching Hermione at the critical moment.

At this time they were far away from the center of the town, with only a few houses around them.

Just a few of these houses and one mansion were burned down, leaving only ruins in the snow.

"That's..." He suddenly saw an acquaintance from a distance.

Bathilda Bagshot.

He had read "History of Magic" frequently, and he was very familiar with the author on the cover.

Then Anthony glanced at Hermione who was slowly falling not far away and was knocked unconscious by the wind.

Harry still had his suitcase, and it was too dangerous for him to carry it with him...

He really wanted to leave and take Hermione here right away.

Anthony's left hand touched the time-turner in his pocket.But Professor Dumbledore's advice still lingered in his ears.

He should think of a way to get the best of both worlds, he should...

Thinking to himself, Anthony slowly controlled Hermione's floating body and sent her into Mrs. Bathilda Bagshot's courtyard.

She would look after Hermione, a warm old woman.

He knew Mrs. Bathilda Bagshot well, and they wrote letters.