The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

To put it simply, what Anthony held in his hands was a report, an autopsy report.

The document is classified as: Class [-] Top Secret.

The subject of the autopsy was the man in black robe who died in the room below the fourth floor, the accomplice killed by Jin Cangshui in the first grade.

Name code: MW001 (Bell Keslay (pseudonym))

Cause of death: Sudden brain death.

Physical condition: The internal organs are intact and the body has no internal or external injuries.

Question: 1 This case has a serious genetic disease and severe cell damage.Arthritis in left hind leg.Diseases of advanced age such as lobar infection.

2 Based on the bone age calculation, the age of this case was about nine years and seven months to ten months.It is estimated that the lifespan of this example is only about 12 years.

3 No germ cells were found in this case's body.

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Conclusion: After a review by several experts and arguments by three Royal Academicians of Genetics, Embryology, and Developmental Genetics, it was finally agreed that this case has a high probability of human cloning.

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Human clones?

Listen, what a shocking answer.

Is the United States—or is it now the CIA cloning wizards?

Of course, what would be even more terrifying is if they could clone wizards.So is it still far away to transform Muggles so that they have magical powers?

perhaps...

Is this already a reality that they don’t know yet?

That's why Anthony said it.If this is true, then the age of wizards is coming to an end.

"Professor..." Anthony was stunned. He suddenly saw the report time of this document.

1992 4 Month 21 Day.

Did Dumbledore already know that at that time?

"I know what you want to ask." Dumbledore said calmly, pointing to another document at hand.

It was pure black on the surface, with a laurel wreath composed of a sword and a wand hot-stamped in the center, and a gold-plated loog.

"Open it and take a look, it's a gift your mother left for you."

"My mother?" He was stunned, and his thoughts gradually drifted away.

In Anthony's mind, the appearance of his mother, Princess Igraine, had long been blurred into a ball of light and shadow.

In his memory, she seemed to have never appeared in England. From the time he could remember, most of the time mother and son spent together was in France.

As for willingness, Anthony had no way of knowing.

The Queen also kept this secret and did not confide in him.

If he were an ordinary normal child, he might have some complaints, but for Anthony, he was happy without his parents, so naturally he never investigated the real situation.

Now, Anthony suddenly sees a letter from his mother in this world, which makes Anthony a little uncomfortable.

Hermione on the side also became curious.

Regarding Anthony's mother, she actually asked the Queen about it. During the summer vacation the year before last, they were at Buckingham Palace by the lake behind the palace.She asked the question.

But the Queen did not give a clear answer to this, she just said: Even the royal family has to run for her motherland.

The implication is that Anthony's mysterious mother is not currently in the UK.She didn't dare to ask any more questions after that.After all, his identity at that time was just a commoner from the middle class in London.

Immediately, Hermione turned her head slightly and glanced at Anthony, who had an unnatural expression.

She didn't know when she started to fall in love.

But when she found out, she was already in deep.

——Anthony took a slow and deep breath to calm down the sudden irritability in his heart, then stepped forward and reached out to take the gift from his mother on Dumbledore's desk in his hand.

Slowly opened - and then - the printed text emerged clearly.

This made Anthony a little disappointed, but it was really a momentary emotion, and soon he focused on the words on the document.

A few minutes later, when he turned the last page, Anthony suddenly realized how valuable this gift was.

He blankly took out the quill he carried with him from his pocket.He signed his own name at the bottom of the document.

The moment I put pen to paper, the words flashed with gentle brilliance like gilded gold, and gradually spread out like flowing water.

After doing all this, Mycroft, who was standing calmly beside him, reached out and took out a very exquisite-looking creation from his arms.

It was a cone-shaped creation composed of three metal triangles. It was gray and had a metallic texture, with many strange magic patterns engraved on its surface.

He placed the creation on the ground, and the next moment, like petals, the cone-shaped creation slowly opened, revealing its smooth core like a gem.

Then, there was a burst of light from the core, and a woman, a very young-looking woman, appeared in the principal's office as a shadow.

"Have you started recording yet?"

"Five seconds ago."

"Oh! Sorry." The woman in the shadow turned around and said sorry, then turned around quickly, with a more or less nervous look on her face.

"Hello, Anthony, I'm sorry to send you a special message in this way. I should have gone directly to Hogwarts."

Her voice was not that gentle, and except for the nervousness at the beginning, the rest of her words were quite plain.just like...

It was as if she was not facing her own son.

Hearing the sound, Anthony was also looking at her.

This was the first time in so many years that he could see his mother in this world so clearly.

She has light blond hair in a high ponytail.

On top of the head is a 'hairpin' made of unknown material that looks like a crown.

Bright green eyes almost identical to his.

The bridge of the nose is high, and the skin is fair and shiny.

She looks very tall, at least 5.8 feet (1.78 meters), which makes her look quite tall.

Wearing a black and blue robe, it gives people a different kind of oppression.It is obvious at a glance that his mother is definitely a political strongman.

"I know you must have many questions now. Don't worry. There is a ray of my memory under this device. You can borrow Principal Dumbledore's Pensieve. You will get all the answers you want later."

As he spoke, the phantom mother raised her hand and pointed at the soles of her feet.

Afterwards, Igrain paused for a moment, his tone gradually softened, and said: "You should be 14 years old this year! It goes by so fast."

"Maybe you will complain about me."

"But, I'm not asking for your forgiveness, Anthony. There are some things that mom has to do. It has nothing to do with anyone. This is my own choice."

At this time, Igraine in the shadow seemed to hear someone calling her, and then her tone paused slightly, and finally all that was left was, "Maybe you can come to my place during the summer vacation, and then we can have a good chat. .”

As she spoke, she moved her fingertips lightly, and the tapered instrument immediately flew up.

In a burst of fluorescence, Igrain's figure gradually disappeared in front of Anthony.

Then it floated gently and landed accurately in his hand.

The office suddenly fell into silence, including Dumbledore and Hermione. They didn't speak and just looked at Anthony quietly.

Until he breathed heavily, "Uh...what is this? It's explained, but not fully explained."

His slightly relaxed voice belied the dead silence in the room.

After finishing speaking, Anthony remained silent for a long time.

Until Dumbledore's voice sounded, "The pensieve is over there." The professor pointed to the table beside where the Sorting Hat and the Sword of Gryffindor were placed.

Immediately, Anthony, who was standing there, walked straight towards the table over there.

The general pensieve is small and can be placed on the table, and this magic prop is a personal item. After all, it may contain many memories of the owner.

When a wizard dies, the Pensieve is buried with him.

But at Hogwarts, the pensieve in the principal's office is different. It belongs to the school, but the principal has the authority to use it.

Correspondingly, the pensieve here is larger, and I don't know if it was Dumbledore or the previous principal who built it into the cabinet.

Anthony walked up to the table. The cupboard seemed to have sensed something in advance and opened automatically, revealing a basin that was engraved with runes on the surface and looked very much like a baptistery.

He held the projection device and gently touched the gem in the center, and then a stream of silver liquid flowed into the pensieve.

Suddenly, the originally quiet blue pool suddenly became turbid, and then Anthony fell headlong.

...

"Let's continue talking about South America!" Dumbledore's voice sounded again in the office, and then Mycroft responded: "The divisions in the United States are intensifying, and there have been armed riots of various sizes in the country."

"The Magic Congress and the current government are unable to stop this, so they plan to invade South American countries by force, in order to retake the Panama Canal, to seize the lithium resources of Chile and Bolivia, and of course, to pass on their own conflicts."

"Stupid!" Dumbledore roared, then frowned and asked, "Then the British government..."

"The government has reorganized an armed force and is preparing to go to South America. To protect the British property there..." Mycroft said unnaturally. It was obvious that he was still too young. When he made such a shameless excuse, he still He would feel embarrassed, after all, he is only in his 20s.

If Sir Humphrey were here, he would definitely speak with a smile and awe-inspiring righteousness, and vividly talk about those 'British citizens' who are living in dire straits in South America and they need the government's rescue.

"..." Dumbledore opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.

"This war will be the last glory of the United States as a complete country, but they can't win."

"I know." The old principal nodded, obviously knowing something about it.

"What we are worried about is the future of the United States." Mycroft said seriously: "We must not let it fall into the hands of the super companies in Night City. This is also what the government is worried about now."

"And not just Britain, France, Germany, the whole of Europe, and even several Asia-Pacific countries. They are all waiting and watching. This will be a turning point that changes human history."

Mycroft's words were inspiring and noble, but there was not much smile on Dumbledore's face from the beginning to the end. He was silent and cold-faced, silent.

In fact, Dumbledore knew very well in his heart that this dispute was just another carving up of the world by the powerful. It was just that the major organizations had different opinions on the outcome. But in the final analysis, no one in this war was just.

Silence, silence again.A full 5 minutes passed.

Grindelwald walked into the office, but the principal remained silent.

At this moment, Mycroft suddenly said loudly: "I know what you are thinking, Principal Dumbledore."

His words broke the silence. The old principal raised his head slightly and said calmly, "Really?"

"You are thinking that this war is just another carving up of the world by various countries, but this time wizards are also involved, right?"

"Isn't it?" Dumbledore asked.

"No, you are wrong, Mr. Principal." Mycroft shook his head and said firmly, "This is a war against corporate colonialism and a war to seize the future."

"What we are fighting is not a city or an organization, but an idea, an idea that has swept the entire America."

He glanced at Grindelwald, who was standing next to Dumbledore, and said with a somewhat fatalistic tone: "It all comes down to the riots Grindelwald caused in New York. Changes started from that time on." .”

"Me?" Grindelwald raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, according to the intelligence we have obtained now, your commotion in New York in 1926 not only seriously touched the authority of the Magic Congress, but also triggered a rebellion against the Congress by low-level wizards."

"Haha, isn't this a good thing?" Grindelwald said playfully.

"Maybe it was true at first, but then, this wind of change changed. In order to escape the shackles of the Magic Congress in New York, some wizards came to California, the front end of Coronado Bay (on the West Coast) , a new city was built on a flat estuary.

They named it: City of Progress.

In this city, all systematically oppressive laws regarding the Magical Congress were outlawed, and the original group of wizards claimed that they wanted to establish a free city for all wizards.

Among the laws that were repealed was one that prohibited intermarriage between wizards and Muggles.

A large number of mixed-race wizards were born in the 30s.

Throughout the 1930s and 1940s, this progressive city was flooded with countless down-and-out wizards from all over South and North America. Finally, in 1945, they welcomed the largest wizard immigration.

The wizard war that started in the Far East with Japan caused a large number of defeated Japanese wizards to flow into the city of progress.

Gradually the city changed.

Maybe it was the 50s, maybe it was the 60s. In short, I don’t know when they began to secretly contact the US government and cooperate with the government.

The combination of technology and magic gave birth to fruits unimaginable by ordinary people. It was also at that time that the City of Progress began to slowly turn into the City of Night. "

"Night City." Grindelwald said the name lightly, his expression serious and serious.

"Night City has never been the name of this city, but a name that people outside call the city covered by black fog."

"Yes, the name was called casually." Mycroft said again with inexplicable certainty.