The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

The auditorium in the evening was bustling with people, and the little wizards gathered together in twos and threes.

Anthony and Harry sat together, enjoying the rare cool night.

At the end of September, the heat is already at its end.

Scotland, where Hogwarts is located, has a higher dimension and is surrounded by forests and the sea, which causes the temperature to drop quickly in autumn.

In mid-October, they had to consider raising the fireplace.

"Huh? Where's Hermione?" Anthony looked around for a week but didn't see the little witch.

"She's probably still in the library! You know, she's so obsessed with reading that she can stay awake for several days."

Ron grabbed a chicken leg and bit it down hard. The oil and water covered his fingers, and then he said vaguely: "She seems to like spending time in the library recently."

"But Hermione, she's probably normal!"

"Really?" After Anthony took a big gulp of a glass of pumpkin juice, his admiration for Hermione rose in his heart again. Look at others, the top students are working so hard, what about you?

Where are all the previous ambitions?

What about the study plan prepared at Buckingham Palace?

forget?

Mr. Prime Minister, we are still waiting for him to deliver the magic information!

Anthony felt a wave of heat surging through his body, and he felt ashamed when he thought about the decadence of this month.

You must do something!

There was a flash of light in his eyes.Then he stood up, lowered his waist, stretched out his hand, and snatched away the remaining drumstick in front of Ron in one movement.

"It's so fragrant!"

The meat is delicious and the rich soup will flow out when you take a bite.

The fresh fragrance spreads between the lips and teeth, making people unable to help but swallow it.

"Hey, that's mine!" Ron looked at him angrily.

But Anthony ignored him and continued to chew on the chicken legs with a smile.

"You bastard!!!"

There was laughter and laughter at the Gryffindor table!

At this moment, ten feet apart, the three of them felt the disgusting aura.

Some very unpopular guy came over.

"Are you having your last meal? Po Te!" the blond boy said sarcastically.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ron responded with the same mockery: "Oh! Can't you remember to hit? Or do you think having some little friends makes you more courageous?"

"Shut up Weasley, your family, including you, is a disgrace to purebloods. Do you think I'm really afraid of you?"

"I wonder if that idiot was beaten so badly last time that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen," Ron said.

"Those were all sneak attacks by those two mudbloods."

"Shut up Malfoy, don't insult my friends in front of me." Harry stood up directly and looked at Malfoy, saying: "Hermione and Anthony can beat you to the point where you can't find a home, what qualifications do you have to insult?" them."

"In that case, let's have a wizard duel! How about it? At midnight tonight, in the prize showroom on the second floor!" Malfoy shouted arrogantly, looking at Harry up and down with provocative eyes.

"Of course, we will win!" Harry naturally did not want to be outdone, and also raised his head and stared at him.

"Huh!" Malfoy snorted, then turned and left.

Seeing his annoying person finally walking away, Harry's excitement slowly calmed down and he sat down again.Then a look of confusion appeared on his face.

He had never heard of wizard duels.

He was just angry just now.I agreed without thinking.

"What's going on with the Wizard's Duel?" Harry frowned and asked Ron.

"It's a duel between wizards. You can only use wands and need an assistant."

"Assistant? What do you mean?" Harry frowned and whispered.

"Oh, if you die, the assistant will take over." Ron said lightly, and then fell into a battle with the food in front of him.

"Don't worry! Harry, with Malfoy's level, he can't beat us." Anthony said vaguely while biting the chicken leg.

"But that guy clearly knows he can't defeat us, so why did he come here to provoke us?"

After swallowing the last piece of chicken, he threw the bone onto the dinner plate.Then he said seriously: "Unless he has found help from senior students, he is lying to us."

"Liar?" Harry underestimated.

"It was midnight. I don't know how many points I would be deducted if I were caught by the professor. He was obviously provocative on purpose and wanted to lure us into being fooled." Anthony reminded.

Obviously, he borrowed Malfoy's courage, and that guy didn't dare to challenge him to a duel.

The so-called wizard's duel was just a scam. Harry was tricked into it and then reported to the professor to deduct points from Gryffindor.

That guy only has this little IQ.

"But what if? If he really goes and we don't go, I can't believe that rumors will spread in Slytherin tomorrow morning that we are cowards." Harry said anxiously, as if he was already hanging on the grid. Llanffindor's pillar of shame.

Forehead...

Anthony stared at him, looking at those anxious eyes.

Although Malfoy's IQ is not high, it is obvious that Harry's IQ is not that high either.

Just by looking at that panicked expression, you can tell that both of them will definitely be fooled tonight.

Time passed slowly.

It was dark outside the dormitory window, only the stars were faintly twinkling on the distant mountain peaks.

The lights in the entire castle dimmed, with only a few special rooms still lit.

The cold wind blew against the windows, making a rustling sound, which sounded like some kind of terrifying ghost.

It seems that the weather tomorrow will not be very good.

Harry, who had already climbed up, stood in front of the window, wearing robes and holding a wand, and sighed.

He glanced at Anthony, who was sleeping, and couldn't bear to wake him up.

But Ron didn't have that much worry. He ran all the way to Anthony's bed, grabbed his arm and pulled him up.

Anthony opened his eyes in confusion, half asleep.

Harry, who had put aside his worries, also ran over. Together with Ron, he helped Anthony and walked downstairs.

The two moved quickly until they climbed out of the hole in the common room, and a gust of cold wind hit Anthony's face.

With a jolt, he finally came to his senses.

"What are you two idiots doing holding me back? I'm not going." Anthony, wearing a light blue nightgown, said angrily.

Disturbing one's dreams!This is!

As he spoke, he turned towards the portrait of the Fat Lady, wanting to go back again.

But what made him uncomfortable was that the portrait in front of him was empty, and the fat lady had gone to visit someone somewhere.

It will probably be dawn by the time she comes back.

"Look, this is fate. You are destined to participate in a great duel tonight." Ron pointed at the empty portrait and said in a loud voice.

"Great you[email protected]#$%"

After the oral gymnastics, Anthony was speechless and could only follow Harry and the others.

He couldn't just squat next to the portrait and wait for the Fat Lady to come back!

Would anyone really be stupid enough to squat outside and blow the cold wind?