The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

One night in late September.

Anthony had a terrifying dream for no apparent reason.

In the dream he was trapped in some dungeon!

Judging from the layout of the house, it looked very much like the room where Harry and his friends had their final duel with Quirrell.

But the difference is that Quirrell standing in front of him has the face of Voldemort.

To be precise, Quirrell's body and Voldemort's head.

The room was not surrounded by lights, but filled with black smoke and dim green light.

What is even more frightening is the terrifying laughter in the smoke.

And just as he shouted for help, he wanted to escape.

Suddenly there was a green light, accompanied by a burst of chaotic sounds, as if the invisible god of death flew through the air and shot out of Voldemort's wand and hit him.

Afterwards, Anthony was awakened.

...

"Huh~huh~huh."

He gasped and held his forehead.

The pain in my brain felt like it was being hacked with a knife.

After a long time of relief, the pain slowly subsided.

"what happened?"

Anthony glanced around and saw that he was the only one in the dormitory. Today was Saturday and he didn't know where Harry and the others had gone.

The dream just now is vivid in my mind. It is not like a normal dream at all. After waking up, the memory will be blurred.

Thinking about it, he quickly got out of bed and took out Grindelwald's inheritance, the skull hookah, from the drawer beside the bed.

Holding the straw, he exhaled forcefully.

Along with a burst of thick smoke, last night's dream clearly appeared in his head.

When the perspective changed to the third perspective, a blurry figure in the smoke behind Voldemort immediately caught his attention.

That...

Very different clothing from Europe.

Anthony's pupils tightened, because that kind of clothing looked like...

Tang suit?

an asian?

or it could be...

Just as he was lost in thought about that person's identity, a flash of green light suddenly illuminated the entire room.

Avada Kedavra.

That was the death curse cast by Voldemort.

Anthony watched 'himself' being swallowed up by green light, and then the scene in the sky turned into smoke again.

As if someone pressed replay, the horrific scene happened again.

In this way, after he stared at the repeated picture a dozen times, the smoke began to become thinner, and finally turned into water vapor and disappeared.

This dream?

Anthony, who was sitting on the window sill, was restlessly holding a skull hookah.

As the saying goes, you have something to think about every day and something to think about at night.

Although dreams are confusing and illogical, they also have underlying codes.

Dreams are generated instantly from human memory, which means that it is impossible for people to dream about things they have never seen before.

The scene just now is really strange, because neither the original book nor the movie, there is no one wearing a Tang suit, and the second person appears in that place.

And Voldemort looked very strange. He didn't seem to be attached to the back of Quirrell's head.

It was more like it had completely taken over his body.

There is really not much useful information that can be seen in the dimly lit screen, which is only about ten meters long.

After a long time, a sound stopped his meaningless association.

"Grumble!"

Anthony touched his belly, looked at the skeleton hookah in his arms, then stood up and put it back in the drawer, then turned and walked out of the house.

The world is big, and the food is the biggest.

If you don’t understand, just forget about it.

Don't waste sugar here!

...

Anthony, who came all the way to the auditorium, secretly screamed bad luck.

The huge clock in the foyer told him the current time, ten o'clock in the morning.

This is the time when breakfast is over and lunch has not yet arrived.

"Grumble!"

From the Gryffindor Tower on the eighth floor to the auditorium, in addition to the normal distance, plus the fact that I took a wrong turn and went to the second floor, the journey was at least a mile. (bushi)

However, a lot of energy was consumed. Originally, my stomach was just growling, but now there was cramping pain.

"Anthony!"

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from the front door.

Anthony turned around and saw that it was Dumbledore.

"Professor, why are you here?" He endured hunger and walked over.

"Well, I'll take you to meet someone."

"Uh? Going to meet someone again?" Anthony frowned and said somewhat unhappily.

He is so hungry now, how can he have time to see anyone?

"Yes, a very famous big shot, in Hogsmeade!" the old principal said with a smile.

Today he wore a purple magical robe dotted with golden stars, and a round hat embroidered with gold silk on his head.The snow-white beard was not tied around the waist, but scattered neatly on the chest.

It can be seen that the principal has dressed up specially.

A person who could be valued so highly by Dumbledore, the greatest wizard, must also be a well-known figure in the wizarding world.

Anthony raised his head and said weakly: "But, the school has regulations. Only third-year students can go to Hogsmeade."

Tsk, so what!

Regardless of whether he is famous or not, what matters now is eating.

Any big shot has to stand back.

"Don't worry, after all, I'm still the principal, so I have some privileges." With that, Dumbledore led the extremely reluctant Anthony towards the Hogsmeade village down the mountain in the distance.

Hogsmeade, located at the foot of Hogwarts Mountain, is the only pure wizarding village in the UK.

This is a unique, beautiful little village full of thatched-roofed cottages and shops.

Every holiday, like today.The trees in the village will be hung with enchanted candles.Many students and professors from third grade and above come here to relax.

Along the way, Anthony met many students from Hogwarts. After seeing Dumbledore, they all came up to say hello with great respect.

The principal also responded with a smile.

Finally after going around several streets and Anthony already felt that his legs were losing feeling, Dumbledore finally stopped in front of a house.

This is a cozy little house with mistletoe growing in front of the door and on the windowsill.

It has pale yellow flowers with only two leaves growing on both sides of the flower, making it look like a flying butterfly.

Judging from its location, the house is quite remote and small.However, after considering that this is a magical world, Anthony absolutely believes that the area inside it must be very large.

Dumbledore slowly stepped forward and was about to knock on the door.

A soft voice came from the door: "The door is not closed, please come in!"

After Dumbledore heard that, he didn't hesitate anymore and directly opened the door and said, "Excuse me."

Anthony also walked into the room.

The moment he stepped forward, he was pried away by the smell of meat.

In the room, a woman with graceful and graceful white hair wearing a long skirt was putting the food in the pot into a bowl on the table.

"Ms. Atropos!" Dumbledore said.

"Let the child eat first. Look at him, he is starving!"

The white-haired witch, holding a bowl full of broth, called Anthony over.

After smelling the alluring smell, he walked straight to the table without any courtesy, picked up the spoon at hand, and started to cook.