The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

"Mum?" Harry whispered, "Dad?"

Everything is like a dream.

In the mirror, he was surrounded by everyone. They all looked at him and smiled kindly.

Everyone has something similar to him, some are eyes, some are noses, and some are faces.

He even discovered that there was a little old man with uneven knees exactly like him.

The Potters smiled and waved at Harry.Harry stared at them hungrily, his hands pressed against the mirror glass as if he wished he could swoop in and be with them.

He felt a sharp pain in his heart, half from joy, half from deep sorrow.

He stood there for a long time.

It was like having a sweet dream.

But everything is so real.

When he woke up from the dream.

That was already a few days later.

In the days after he discovered the Mirror of Erised, he would appear in that room every night.

Until he met Dumbledore.

The old headmaster convinced him not to look for the Mirror of Erised.

Because it can only make us see the deepest and strongest desires in our hearts.

The mirror itself can neither teach us nor tell us the truth.People waste their days in front of it, obsessed with what they see, even driven mad.

And that mirror is only there temporarily and will be moved to a new place tomorrow.

Harry didn't ask anything because he thought what the professor said made sense.

He really wasn't looking for the mirror anymore.

The next morning.

When Harry woke up from his sleep, he felt that he had had a long dream, in which he met something called the Mirror of Erised.

After waking up from his dream, Harry had a smile on his face. He picked up his glasses from the bedside and put them on. His vision happened to fall on the cabinet next to the bedside.

There is a box on the cabinet.

Inside was the Christmas gift he received this year.

There was a large box of very sweet homemade fudge that Hermione had given him.

A very crudely made flute given to him by Hagrid.

A pair of gray half-frame fashionable glasses given to him by Anthony.

And Ron's mother, Molly knitted him a bright green hand-knitted sweater, which he now wears.

Ms. Dorothy gave him a small suit. Harry tried it on and found that the size was a bit too big and he wore it loosely.

Ms. Dorothy must have estimated his size wrong.

After all, you are buying clothes for your children, so you need to buy them in a slightly larger size, otherwise they may not be able to wear them in a few months.

Harry liked the little suit so much that he put it away to wear again next year.

Mr Harker also gave him a Christmas present, but it was not in his name and the package was written No. [-] Downing Street.

There was a postcard with some blessings written on it, and the names of Mr. Huck and Mrs. Huck were on the footer.

In addition, there are two children's literature short fairy tale books, namely "Alice in Wonderland" written by the famous British Lewis Carroll, and "Alice in Wonderland" written by the French writer Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. "The Little Prince".

That's all there is in that box.

For Harry, this is his first Christmas in 11 years.

Whatever his friends give him, it will be his most precious thing.

The Christmas party a few days ago was the happiest time in his life.

The long table in the auditorium was filled with all kinds of food.

A hundred plump roast turkeys, mountains of roasted meats and boiled potatoes, platters of delicious little sausages, bowls of buttered peas, plates of thick gravy and lingonberry jam .

George and Fred found a bunch of magic fireworks from nowhere.

The kind of fireworks that can explode like a cannon bomb are very gorgeous. Different from those shabby Muggle explosions, the magic fireworks will turn into a red smoke after an explosion, and then explode out of the smoke. A majestic lion.

The roar of the lion pushed the atmosphere of the entire banquet to a climax.

Even Principal Dumbledore had a smile on his face.

He was wearing a bonnet decorated with flowers. After Professor Flitwick told him another joke, the headmaster smiled happily.

However, that happy day was already a few days ago.

At this time, in the principal's office.

Professor Dumbledore was looking at the Pensieve, which was emitting blue light, and was deep in thought.

His face was serious as never before.

Just now, he saw the entire battle between Qingqiu and Jin Cangshui from Kingsley's memory.

To be fair, he was a little anxious.

An unprecedented sense of urgency emerged from his heart.

This sense of urgency stems from admiration for the strength of this young man Qingqiu, but also worries about the future of Hogwarts.

As far as he knew, the youngest professor at Chang'an Imperial College was only about 25 years old this year!

25 years old...

How did the magic school called Taixue cultivate such a genius?

"Albus!"

In front of the office door, Professor McGonagall hurriedly walked over.

She sent a letter.

From the words 'minister's office' on the letter, you can guess who sent it.

"This is the third copy today. They were all sent to me."

Professor McGonagall placed the envelope on the table and sighed.

Principal Dumbledore calmed down after hearing this, then walked over, picked up the letter from the table, and opened it casually.

The writing inside was very sloppy, but the words were quite heavy, as if they were threatening him.

He read the letter quickly.

His eyebrows gradually wrinkled.

It was a letter signed Malfoy.

The letter boasted that the school board would investigate him for leaving Hogwarts without permission and putting the young wizards at Hogwarts in danger.

It was probably because he was not in Hogwarts yesterday, but Jin Cangshui happened to appear in Hogsmeade Village.

That tone was almost the same as the previous letters sent by Fudge.

It’s all about accusations from the left and guilt from the right.

But that wasn't what really gave Dumbledore a headache.

No matter how much ink they waste on these verbal disputes, the principal will not frown.

What really bothered him was that Fudge actually wanted to send dementors to Hogwarts.

Said to protect the safety of the little wizards.

Dementors!

Entering Hogwarts?

Since the establishment of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry around AD 990, no dark creature has ever entered the school openly. (Smuggling does not count...)

This is simply insulting to the professors at the school.

It is even more insulting to the thousand-year glory of Hogwarts.

As the principal of Hogwarts, how could Dumbledore agree to such a ridiculous request.