The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

"Woooo!"

Ron held Anthony's hand and whimpered.

"Harry, go and drag George and Fred over." Anthony said calmly while trying to hold back.

"..."

"..."

"Oh well..."

The scene before him was so terrifying that Harry's head short-circuited for a moment.

Anthony called him three times before Harry responded.

He stiffly walked over and joined Neville, mechanically dragging the twins' stiff bodies.

Slowly retreat towards the spiral staircase.

And Anthony also dragged Ron and retreated together.

"Phew! Being worried is just a petrification spell!"

Back at the top of the stairs, Anthony looked at the twins' faces carefully and breathed a sigh of relief. Their skin was blue, like marble, their expressions were motionless, and their bodies were hard. These were all signs of being petrified.

"Petrification spell?" Ron Nana said to himself.

The huge emotional ups and downs made his head dizzy, and he felt that the dark staircase in front of him seemed to become darker.

"Yes, it's a petrification spell. Unfortunately, we don't know how to undo the spell. This magic can only be learned in the second grade. But don't worry, the petrification effect will automatically disappear after a while." Anthony patted his shoulder and consoled him earnestly.

"The most important thing now is to get out of here quickly. The guy who sneaked into the principal's office is still inside."

Anthony's words reminded everyone.

The four little ones looked at each other and understood that there was a crisis at this moment.

An inexplicable chill spread on their backs.

Too late to think about it.

The four people carried George and Fred and hurriedly left the spiral staircase.

At the end of the silent corridor, the huge stone beast 'resurrected' again.

The dark passage slowly appeared.

Several young Gryffindor wizards ran out in panic.

Ron, who was carrying Fred, fell down because his legs were weak.

Poor Fred's head hit the ground hard.

"This way!"

Anthony growled and Harry carried George and quickly rushed towards the other end of the corridor.

They walked around the doorposts and ran through corridor after corridor, running at full speed, not even daring to look back.

"The front seems to be Professor Quirrell's office."

Harry gasped while running and said in surprise.

"Don't go over there Harry." Anthony stopped him quickly.

In an instant, a huge crisis rushed directly into his brain.

The guy who sneaked into the principal's office was probably Quirrell.Doesn't looking for him mean throwing yourself into a trap?

Although Quirrell should still be in the principal's office at this time, he didn't want to gamble.

After hearing the sound, Harry's footsteps visibly paused. Although he didn't understand why Anthony stopped them from looking for Professor Quirrell, they were friends and he was willing to believe him.

Then Harry picked up his legs and continued running forward.

until...

"boom!"

"Ouch!"

At the corner of the corridor, Harry bumped into someone suddenly. As soon as his hand came loose, poor George's head fell to the ground.

A strong smell of garlic penetrated Anthony's nose.Then there was the voice that he least wanted to hear.

"Mr. Potter and Mr. Windsor. Why are you here?"

Anthony slowly raised his head, and the moment he saw the man, his heart went cold.

A chill ran from my spine to my brain.

bad luck!bad luck!bad luck!

How could I meet him here?

Standing at the corner of the corridor at this time was Quirrell, whom he was most worried about.

In the darkness, his face seemed to be full of gloom, and there was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What a beautiful encounter!" Quirrell walked over lightly and said in his hoarse voice.

"Professor Quirrell, someone broke into the principal's office!" Ron gasped, leaning against the cold wall and wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Neville doubled over and gasped.

Fred was placed at their feet by the two of them. After taking a few deep breaths, Ron continued: "He also injured George and Fred."

"Okay, Mr. Weasley, I think I already know." Quirrell's eyes flashed with danger, and he said in a perverse tone: "Four freshmen wandering around in the middle of the night, maybe they are paranoid."

As he spoke, he slowly drew out his wand.

Seeing this, the sirens in Anthony's heart rang loudly. Although he didn't think Quirrell would choose to kill him, what if it was the Forgetting Curse?

It sounds like he wants to erase their memories of tonight!

And at this critical moment, a person suddenly walked over from the shadows of the distant corridor.

"Pote! And his followers?"

That thin figure, cold eyes, a black robe, and his trademark greasy hair.

The visitor turned out to be Professor Snape!

Anthony almost couldn't help but go over and give him a kiss.

You arrived just in time, just a little bit away from being attacked by your four lovely students.

Hearing the sound, Quirrell turned to look at the person, his perverse face suddenly turned gloomy, but the tone in his mouth was still the most familiar and cowardly voice: "Professor Snape, why are you here? .”

He behaved the same as usual, humble and cowardly, but none of this was hidden from Snape.

Professor Snape looked at this man who was behaving strangely indifferently. He had noticed since the beginning of school that this guy was abnormal and seemed to have some unknown secrets.It's just that he disguised himself so well that no one noticed.

"Night Tour! It's Gryffindor again!"

He simply ignored Quirrell beside him.Like a giant bat, the black robes completely covered the young wizards.

"Stupid, do you know what this will bring to your house? Five points from Gryffindor, everyone!" Snape said sternly.

"Professor, we..." Harry was about to retort when he was interrupted by a roar.

"Shut up, Potter! Are you going to contradict the professor?" The professor stared at Harry, as if the hatred for James was boiling in his body.

"No, Professor." Harry didn't dare to refute anything, so he could only shut up and keep silent.

"Humph!"

Seeing Harry lowering his head, Snape's face improved slightly. He snorted coldly and glanced at the other three children, finally landing on George and Fred on the ground.

"What did you do?"

"How is that possible! Professor, we haven't learned the petrification spell yet!" Anthony took a deep breath, suppressed his racing heart, and tried to make his words sound sincere and calm.

"Oh?"

Anthony's hint successfully aroused Snape's suspicion, and he did not think that these Gryffindor troublemakers would use the petrification spell that even senior students may not master. (This is actually true, the quality of teaching! The quality of teaching!)

Then he glanced at Quirrell, who was also a professor.

But he didn't say anything, he just quickly pulled out his wand, pointed it at the two unlucky guys who were still petrified, and chanted the curse.