The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

PS: Due to some minor situation, I can only update once today.I'll make it up tomorrow.

for sure.

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"professor?"

After Ron left, there was a sudden silence in front of the lounge door.

Qingqiu did not speak directly, but looked at him quietly with a smile.

The silence lasted for half a minute before it was finally broken by Anthony.

"Okay, Anthony." Qingqiu patted him on the shoulder and motioned him to go out for a walk.

It was getting late now.

It was still cold at night in late January.

The wind was blowing everywhere in the corridor, and the empty castle became a place where the wind could do whatever it wanted.

Qingqiu led Anthony through the moving stairs of the castle.The professor's eyes fell on him along the way. Although it was a harmless smile, it made Anthony very uncomfortable.

"Dumbledore hid you really well!" Qingqiu said suddenly as they walked along.

"Um...what do you mean, Professor?" Anthony was a little confused. Dumbledore was hiding him?What does this mean?

"Ms. Strawney, although she is a well-known prophet throughout Europe, there are also similar figures in the Chinese magic world."

"What are you talking about?" Anthony frowned, although he knew that the Strawney Qingqiu was talking about should be the grandmother of the professor in the school, that is, the lady who lived in Hogsmeade.

But this didn't make him understand what Qingqiu meant.

"Of course you don't understand? Is that nothing?" At this time, Qingqiu, who was riding the Riddler, was still smiling.

It seems that this feeling of hanging others with secrets is very good.

The two of them made their way to the second floor of the castle.

In front of me is a huge mechanical clock. In the dead of night, its heavy clicking sound is extremely loud.

Looking through the window of the bell tower, I can see endless clouds and darkness without any light in the distance.

Except for the flickering lights in a few tower windows of the castle, the entirety of Hogwarts was immersed in darkness.

"professor?"

"Take it!" Suddenly Qingqiu shook her sleeves, and a red, sharp-edged gem appeared in her upper hand. Then, after the gem crossed a graceful arc, it fell into Anthony's hand. .

"Chang'an Imperial College, let's offer wine. I say hello to you on my behalf, Anthony." Qingqiu looked at him with a smile, and then said: "Oh! My mission is completed, I have been looking for him in Hogwarts for so long. "

"I will leave the castle tomorrow. Mr. Prime Minister seems to have some new information. I will capture Jin Cangshui this time." She clenched her fists, her eyes showing tenacity.

That gaze looked into the distance through the window.

Stopped for a long time.

Then, he quietly left here.

Only Anthony was left in a daze, still looking at the ruby ​​in his hand.

He didn't seem to notice that anyone around him had left.

...

What a beautiful ruby!

It will definitely be valuable, this was Anthony's first reaction when he saw the gem.

Then a strange feeling of familiarity came over me.This gem should be an accessory on an item.Something very important to him...

But what could it be?

Why don't I have any impression of myself?

The sound of bells around me could be heard.

Inexplicably, some thin sounds came from the wind.

At first it was just a murmur of gossip.

Later, the sound gradually became louder and clearer.

Anthony seemed to hear many people calling him.

But not by his name.

But an honorific.

The voice was clearly: For the king!

Long live the king!

Longlivetheking! ! !

...

No one knows how Anthony ended up back in the Gryffindor common room.

Harry said he returned to his dormitory in a daze, fell on his bed and fell asleep.

the next day.

When Anthony woke up, the first thing he did was take out the skeleton hookah that Dumbledore had given him and belonged to Grindelwald from the cabinet next to the bed.

Without having time to think, he touched the snakeskin pipe and blew out a breath. After the skull glowed golden, a cloud of water smoke spread violently.

But to Anthony's surprise, no picture appeared this time.

The hookah still looks like water mist.

strangeness.

Anthony, who was sitting beside the bed, holding a skull, frowned.

He probably knew why the shisha didn't show up. It should be because his mind was empty and in a mess.

But the sound I heard last night.

...

He raised his palm and gently stroked the skull, then stuffed the hookah back into the drawer.

...

"Professor, Professor." Anthony knocked on the door of Professor McGonagall's office. When he heard the answer from the person in the room, he opened the door and walked in.

"Oh, Mr. Windsor, what do you want from me? You look very bad."

"Also, you should go to class at this time."

Professor McGonagall sat on the chair and looked at him worriedly.The little guy's condition is not very good. His dark green eyes are extremely red and swollen, and the bags under his eyes are also swollen. It looks like he stayed up late last night.

There was already a Hermione Granger in his own college, and he didn't care less about her who stayed up all night.

Madam Pomfrey had delivered several pick-me-ups.

That kind of magic potion cannot be taken for a long time.

"I know." Anthony nodded. He walked to Professor McGonagall's desk and stood there, asking in a pinch: "Professor! Where does Professor Qingqiu live? I...I have something to ask her for!"

Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then raised her head and looked at him: "She left Hogwarts early this morning with several Aurors."

"Leaved?" Anthony opened his eyes wide.

"Professor Qingqiu's duty is to arrest the wizard criminal. She was just invited by Principal Dumbledore to come to the school as a guest for a few days. She has her own work." Professor McGonagall said calmly.

Anthony blinked his eyes. He had 1 doubts in his heart, but he didn't know how to express them.

In the end, he could only sigh, shook his head and said, "That... disturbed the professor."

"Ah."

Professor McGonagall nodded and continued to lower her head and process the documents in her hand.

"Oh, by the way, Anthony! Qingqiu left a book, saying it was for you." She seemed to suddenly remember something, and pulled out a book from the bookshelf behind her that was obviously incompatible with the surrounding books. A book of similar size.

"For me?" Anthony took the book from Professor McGonagall in confusion.

Then he left the professor's office with doubts.

...

"Some people seem to think that because they are slightly talented in other subjects, they can skip my lessons. I guess I'm not talking about you, Mr. Windsor,"

First class in the morning.

It's Professor Snape's Potions class.

At this time, the professor was standing in front of Anthony's desk, looking directly at the thin boy in front of him, his lips pursed tightly, as if he was suppressing something.

He was trying to control the fire in his heart.

"Uh... um... um... Professor Snape, hello!"