The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

It's sad to say.Prince Anthony is simply a caged bird. He has left Windsor Castle only a handful of times in his life, and the furthest distance is only to Buckingham Palace.

As for London?

Ah!Who dares to let an 11-year-old prince wander around London?

Think about children from civilian families, what are they doing at this age?

Chasing butterflies in the fields?Or touching shrimps in the stream?

Thinking of this, Anthony couldn't help but feel a hint of resentment.He understood that as a member of the royal family, he was destined to be unable to be like ordinary people.But knowing that he knows, this does not prevent him from hating or even hating this kind of life.

But after he looked at Professor McGonagall, a strong sense of confidence suddenly emerged in his heart.

When my magic power is fully achieved, when the sky is high and birds can fly, I will no longer be bound by this fetter!

This prince should be taken by whomever he likes. Anyway, he doesn't want to stay in that prison for a second.

As Anthony's thoughts drifted away.

His journey gradually came to an end, and the car slowly stopped at the corner of a busy street.

"This is it." Professor McGonagall pointed to the Leaky Cauldron not far away and said.

Mr. Bond got out of the car very considerately, walked to the back of the car and opened the door for Professor McGonagall.

"Thank you!" the professor said friendly.

Anthony also followed the professor and got out of the car.

Then he looked up and saw the very simple and dilapidated Leaky Cauldron Bar.

"Uh! The taste of wizards is... so unique!" I really can't find any adjectives to describe Anthony here. I can only call this dilapidated place in front of me that is incompatible with the surrounding buildings as unique. !

Speaking of this, it’s actually quite interesting.

The Broken Ax pub was built in the early sixteenth century, which predates the implementation of the Statute of Secrecy by about two centuries, which means that in the past, Muggles were allowed to enter this place and were welcome.

Of course, this does not rule out the fact that some wizards have a fun-loving mentality and treat Muggles who get dizzy and break in.

Professor McGonagall actually agrees with Anthony's "unique views".

This place was too dilapidated. Every year she brought Muggle parents there, it would cause unnecessary panic. As the gateway to the magical world, she didn't understand why it was so dilapidated.

"In the past, Muggles were allowed to enter here. You will understand this after you learn about this history after going to school." At this time, Professor McGonagall showed her side of being a good teacher. She seemed to want to explain this to Anthony. A piece of history, but because of the Muggles coming and going around, she didn't open her mouth in the end.

After all, walking down the street wearing a robe already attracts a lot of attention.

Mr. Bond, who was just behind the two of them, couldn't help but frowned and looked at the big one and the small one in front of them, talking to each other.There was some confusion in my heart.

Because he didn't see anything like a bar in front of him.

To his left is a bookstore, to his right is a record store, and as for the middle part...

Isn't that a wall?

Sharp-eyed Anthony noticed the confusion on Mr. Bond's face, and then he reached out to hold the agent's hand and led him into the invisible bar with the professor.

"It's amazing!"

The three of them stepped into the Broken Ax Bar together. Mr. Bond's vision suddenly became clear for a short time, as if his vision was covered by smoke and was suddenly blown away by the wind.

The noisy sounds, strange smells, and the exclamations of the crowd all poured into his brain.

This...

Mr. Bond's vigilance rose instantly. The surrounding environment was exactly the same as the shabby taverns in remote towns when he was on duty in Central Africa.

What surprised him even more was that there was a giant that looked at least 10 feet in front of him.

He instinctively stepped forward quickly, protecting Anthony behind him, and looked at the unshaven and unkempt giant with unkind eyes.

"Oh! Professor McGonagall!" Hagrid looked at Professor McGonagall who was following behind him in surprise.

"Hagrid?"

"What a coincidence! Professor." As he said this, Hagrid pulled Harry over and said, "Harry, this is the Professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts."

He was a thin child who looked like a common child laborer in London in the last century.He wore big round glasses, his black hair was messy, and his green eyes were full of timidity.

As for the clothes he was wearing, well, it didn't belong to him at first glance, because they were too big.

After hearing this, Professor McGonagall's eyes immediately fell on Harry, and her serious face showed a rare expression of emotion. "Harry?"

"Are they all this big?"

She reached out and smoothed some of the erected hairs on Harry's head, then patted his shoulder and continued: "From now on, Hogwarts will be your home!"

"Okay, Professor!" Harry was a little restrained. This was the first time someone was so warm to him, which made Harry a little helpless. In the end, all he could respond was a shy smile.

"Professor Quirrell! You are here too!"

As he spoke, Professor McGonagall noticed a man sitting on the wine table, wrapped in purple turbans.

The man was looking at her with a surprised and flattering expression, like a mouse seeing a cat, trying to please the other person like crazy.

"Mc...Mc...Professor McGonagall." He stuttered.

"Very...very nice to meet you!"

"Nice to meet you," Professor McGonagall said calmly. She and Quirrell have known each other for many years. Although Quirrell, who graduated from Ravenclaw, is not her student, the professor naturally also has a deep appreciation for this outstanding graduate. The student was very impressed, and he had been working as a Muggle Studies professor before and was also a colleague of his.

He is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who was transferred this year.

but...

With the keenness of a cat, Professor McGonagall could clearly feel that the guy in front of him was a little different from last year?

I've never seen him stutter before.And that outfit?It’s so strange!

However, she didn't think too much and continued: "Okay, these two freshmen still have to buy their own freshman supplies, so let's not waste time."

Say it!Professor McGonagall nodded towards Quirrell, and the five of them headed to the small patio behind the bar.

After walking around the bar of the Leaky Cauldron, you come to the small patio surrounded by walls.

It's like a garbage dump here.There was nothing but weeds and trash cans.

Hagrid smiled honestly, looked down at the two children, blinked, then took his fan umbrella, counted three pieces on top of the trash can, and then gently tapped three times on the two pieces sideways. .

Then the bricks suddenly seemed to come alive. First they shook and cracked a small hole. Then the small hole gradually expanded, and an archway slowly appeared.

Along with the appearance of the archway, there was also Hagrid's rough and tense voice.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley!"