The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

"Wow~" Ron sighed.

"Perhaps they will make me a knight!" he said.

"I hope you can take this as a warning and stop joking with your own lives." Dumbledore looked at them sternly and wanted to continue to reprimand, but after looking at the food on the table, he finally stopped talking. It turned into a sigh.

"Okay, the kids haven't celebrated Christmas yet." Ron's mother, Jasmine, said softly.

"Yes, it's all over." The good old Professor Lu Ping also changed the subject.

"Okay guys, wash your hands, we're ready for dinner."

Mrs. Weasley pushed them to the kitchen sink like ducks, and would not stop until she saw them wash their hands one by one.

However, the group of children was not as excited as expected. After all, no one could lift their spirits after having just experienced a battle that subverted the wizard's cognition.

Of course, a few professors were not too happy either.

——It was said to be dinner in the evening, but after dinner, it was still bright. After all, Anthony, Hermione and the others woke up in the afternoon.After the banquet, it was still daylight.

Several children were called aside by their relatives.

Ron was held up by her mother Jasmine's ears and dragged upstairs amid the playful smiling faces of the twins.

Harry was called away by Sirius.

For a moment, only Anthony and Hermione were left on the first floor of Blake's basement.

Professor Dumbledore didn't look for him from beginning to end, probably because he didn't want to tell him too much and was afraid that Anthony would cause trouble again.

However, Anthony also liked it.

After no one stopped him, he found an opportunity and slipped out with Hermione.

They didn't go far, but just wandered around.

It was dusk, and the light of the setting sun dyed the clouds gilded gold, dragging a long trace on the horizon.

A gust of wind blew, and Hermione couldn't help but shrink her neck, subconsciously leaning towards Anthony.

He had no words, just a faint smile on his face and held her hand tighter.

What it feels like to like someone.

Let Anthony speak, and he would answer that it was a twisted form of attachment and possessiveness.

Of course, after all, he has perfect scores in theory and has no practical experience.

Now actually holding her hand and walking on the street, Anthony felt very relaxed and at ease. He didn't have too many thoughts.

The only thing he thinks about is that he hopes that the road in front of him can be longer, and it is best to go all the way.

In this way, holding her hand, they walked from the corner to the end of the street, until they came to a small park, where they sat on a park bench and took a break.

The sky was getting dark at this time, and the stars in the sky were not visible in London, but the fireworks and neon lights also had a different kind of scenery.

At this time, the sky finally gave away the last light, the entire earth was wrapped in darkness, and the street lights in the park were also lit up. They happened to encounter this scene.

With such beautiful scenery on such a beautiful day, Anthony always felt that he should take the initiative to do something, but there were people coming and going around, and at night in the metropolis, there were many urban men and women who had the same idea as them. This place did not just belong to him and Hermione.

Suddenly a melodious sound of piano came from the intersection not far away.

When Anthony heard the sound, he saw that it was a young man who was standing at the street corner playing the violin. His melodious and graceful voice attracted many people to stop.

Slowly, the sound of the piano seemed to take away the impatience in his heart.

That is...

Chopin's Nocturne in E flat major.

Although it's just a solo violin, the quiet and beautiful melody is not much inferior, and the little notes depict the night of nature.Beautiful and melodious.

Hermione on the side looked slightly red and a little distracted. When her mind was full of random thoughts, there was a sudden sound of the piano, and then she turned to look at Anthony.

Anthony also happened to turn his head to look at her, and then he noticed Hermione who was blushing slightly.

That blush was like an invitation, and Anthony didn't hesitate, he lowered his head and kissed her directly.

"buzz"

From any point of view, the two of them are not kissing.

To accurately describe it, it should be the touch between the lips.

After all, neither party has much experience...

But someone's theory is perfect...

This kiss seemed to last forever, and the two of them kept doing this for a long time.

It wasn't until someone was about to refer to the theory and take the next step that Hermione, who was hugged tightly, suddenly reacted.

She quickly pushed Anthony away, then gasped and said with a blush on her face: "No, we shouldn't be like this."

She said in panic, her eyes kept looking elsewhere, but she didn't dare to fall on Anthony.

And when she suddenly found Dobby hiding behind the kitchen door with a pair of big eyes and a smile on her face, she was so shy that she wanted to find a crack in the floor and crawl in.

"Oh! Yes, I should... I should visit Mr. Granger first."

"That's not what I'm talking about!!!" Hermione's breathing was rapid and she seemed to be furious. She rushed over with a red face and stepped on Anthony's feet hard.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have visited Mr. Granger directly." Anthony pretended to be in pain, pouted, and said tremblingly: "I should have written a letter to inform them first!"

"Anthony!!!" Hermione gritted her teeth and looked furious. She glared at Anthony fiercely, her face flushed so cutely.

"Well, I meant to say, Hermione."

"What's wrong?" The little witch seemed to be still angry. She turned her head and looked elsewhere, and just responded slightly.

"I like you!"

......

"Humph! That's not what I meant!" A trace of red crawled up Hermione's neck.

Then she glared at Anthony.

He gritted his teeth and calmed down the restlessness in his heart.

After a moment, she raised her head again and said: "Don't say you don't know how you rescued me from that world before. Today you must give me an answer."

"Well..." Anthony was stunned for a moment, then took her hand, "Why are you asking? Aren't we already out?"

"You can't hide it from me." Hermione looked at him tenaciously and said, "I clearly remember that I was hit by Voldemort's killing curse, but another memory is that I fell asleep in the room."

"It must be you, isn't it, Anthony?" She subconsciously fumbled for the gold chain around her neck, but now it was empty.

As the owner of a time turner, Hermione naturally knew how to go back to the past.

She looked up at Anthony, a trace of desire flashed in her eyes. She wanted to know the truth of everything. She... wanted to know what price Anthony paid.

"Do you remember?"

Anthony was a little surprised. Although he knew that the world was a single timeline, what he never expected was that Hermione actually had memories from two different time periods.

Looking at her determined eyes, Anthony knew that if he couldn't come up with a reason, she probably wouldn't give up today.

After a moment of silence, he spoke slightly. "Not every story has a happy ending."

"So?" Hermione was stunned for a moment, as if she had guessed something, and her face couldn't help but feel a little sad.

The melodious music in my ears also stopped.

A young girl on the street flew into the boy's arms, and then the two left here talking and laughing.

"I don't want you to die, you understand?" he said.

Then, he slowly raised his left hand, and slowly touched Hermione's cheek with his palm.

In her invisible field of vision, Anthony could clearly see blood flowing out of one of his injured hands.

But he knew it wasn't blood.

but time.

His time.

After he pulled Hermione out of that world, the price was that from then on, their two lives were integrated. His time was divided into two, one part maintained himself, and the other part flowed to Hermione. .

Simply put, his time was doubled and used to support two people.

"I..." Hermione was speechless, but she didn't continue to ask.

Because she knew that the boy in front of her must have paid a price that she could not imagine.

----

Anthony and Harry did not live in the Black ancestral home at all. After he returned, Professor McGonagall sent them back to the school without saying a word.

We took the Knight Bus to Hogsmeade Village and then to Hogwarts.

After Christmas, Anthony and the others spent the first day of the new semester in their dormitory.

Looking at the professor's hurry, he must have received Dumbledore's order.

The night passed quickly.

The first ray of sunlight shines through the window in the dormitory in the morning. After waking up, Anthony and Harry feel like they are in another world.

They all shrank their necks when they recalled what happened a few days ago.

Although they seemed brave and reckless at the time, looking back carefully, both Anthony and Harry felt scared. Many times, they almost lost their lives.

Then several people went to the auditorium.

As soon as they stepped into the door of the auditorium, everyone noticed that the auditorium seemed a little different today.

Why is the crystal chandelier raised on the podium, and what the hell is that huge Hogwarts school emblem behind?

Also, why are the flags of the colleges hanging high above the long tables of each college?

What's going on here?

The award ceremony of the academy cup is not so grand!

All the students who entered the auditorium had huge doubts in their hearts.

However, under the command of the deans of their respective colleges, they all sat down quietly.He didn't make too embarrassing a sound.

The professors showed incomprehensible smiles, while the little wizard stretched his neck and looked in the direction of the podium.

This kind of waiting didn't last long. After a while, two of them were wearing fuchsia robes with a delicate silver "W" embroidered on their left chests.

Wizards who looked very old and a wizard who was obviously an official of the Ministry of Magic came to the rostrum together with Dumbledore.

After all parties were seated, Dumbledore tapped the crystal cup in his hand lightly, and the crisp sound spread throughout the auditorium.

The little wizards on the bench also fell silent.

"It's a bit hasty." A trace of displeasure flashed under Dumbledore's square glasses, and his eyes glanced in the direction of Gryffindor.

Upon hearing this, Anthony and the others immediately shrank their necks.

"Originally, I was thinking of holding it on the Quidditch pitch. It would be more grand so that every little wizard would remember them." Dumbledore said coldly. Although he was obviously saying good things, listen to But it has a hint of irony.

"Okay, now let me introduce the three gentlemen around me." As he said, the professor stood up and stretched out his hand to his left side.

"This is the famous wizard Ms. Grethelda Marchbane from the Wizengamot. Oh, I think all wizards in the sixth and seventh grades should know her."

"After all, this lady is in charge of your OWL exam."

Dumbledore gave a forced smile to the fifth and seventh grade wizards.After all, they all have to pass the assessment of Ms. Gsilda Marchban this year.

As an old friend of Hogwarts, Ms. Geselda Marchban is obviously not embarrassed. Following Dumbledore's introduction, she slowly got up and waved gently towards the little wizards in the audience. .

And all the little wizards are also very face-saving, and there are endless applause, especially the wizards in the fifth and seventh grades, as if clapping hard now can give them extra points for this year's OWL and NEWT exams.

"The other, you may not be familiar with, but he is also a powerful wizard. Let us welcome the wizard Mr. Tiberus Ogden from the Wizengamot."

Gee! ! !

Anthony, who was sitting on the Gryffindor bench, looked at the old principal with a smile on his face.

Look at Dumbledore, he is indeed a person who has lived for more than 100 years, and he can talk.

High emotional intelligence is called: a powerful mage.

Low EQ is: Brother, why are you so lazy, you have no credit at all, I don't know how to brag about you.

Anthony didn't really know this gentleman. When Sirius held a funeral for his brother Regulus, he saw this unknown old wizard in the crowd.

It is said that he is an expert in magic, but he has not made any special contributions, and he is not good at fighting. He is a support staff of the Order of the Phoenix.

Naturally, the little wizards have never heard of this name.

However, due to the loss of Ms. Marchban's face, they still gave a good performance, and the fierce applause lasted for a long time.

"Okay, I guess many of you know the remaining one, Mr. Barty Crouch, the British Minister of Magic. Welcome them."

Barty Crouch! ! !

In fact, many young wizards paid attention to the wizard who looked serious and had short gray hair that was neatly combed. They just couldn't believe it.

But after Dumbledore read out the name, everyone realized that it was really Mr. Barty Crouch! ! !

The Minister of Magic actually came to Hogwarts! ! !

Then, whether it was out of awe of the Minister of Magic or simply fear of his authority, the young wizard's master immediately became divided.

Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs continued to applaud equally.

Slytherin was a little disdainful, perhaps because some of his policies annoyed pure-blood wizards.

As for Gryffindor?

They don't care about the Minister of Magic!

"Now, let me welcome Mr. Harry Potter, Mr. Ron Weasley, Mr. Anthony Windsor and Ms. Hermione Granger to the stage with a warm round of applause."