The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

Chapter 247: Whispering, something external to the body. (3)

"Huhu~" Several people gasped and ran all the way to the entrance of the town, in front of a snow-covered hut.

In front of the only window in front of the hut, bursts of steam were coming out.

"Hello!" said Anthony. "Excuse me, the bus..."

Before he could say anything, an impatient voice came from the window: "Today is Christmas, don't you know?"

"I thought this line was government-funded." Anthony said matter-of-factly without the slightest hint of timidity.

If this remote town still had bus lines, it would definitely be receiving financial subsidies.

This is for sure, capitalists will not extend the line to this remote place in the countryside.

There are not many customers in a week, and the private company will have to lose money just for the maintenance of cars and roads.

"You know so much, kid!" A face suddenly flashed in front of the door and window. What a face it was.

There were no pupils, the mouth was wide open, and the face was expressionless and bloodless as he looked at them.

Ron and Harry were startled.He quickly took a few steps back.

Anthony was also deeply shocked, but he soon discovered that the bad old man in front of him with dry hair and rough face did not have no pupils. He just suffered from an eye disease such as glaucoma.

But the eyes and the face, coupled with the dull expression, when they are combined together, the effect of fear is particularly terrifying.

"So are you still starting today?" Anthony swallowed, and then said bravely.

"Me? Do you think I can still drive? Kid!" the old man murmured. For a moment, Anthony didn't even think he was speaking human language.

"The car broke down. Yesterday's blizzard was a good thing." After a moment, he said.

"You can't leave here today, no one can leave here, no one..." He murmured, and then like a dead corpse, his pale face gradually moved away from the window.

Harry pulled Anthony's sleeve, the three of them looked at each other, and then left the station at the entrance of the town.

"We...Anthony, do you have any other way to go back?" Harry didn't want to see the old man again.It's terrible, more terrible than the Dementors, at least he can deal with those guys in black robes.

"There is a way." Anthony and Harry Ron hid under a fir tree in the woods.

"There's a door key in the suitcase," he said.

"Portkey? Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Ron said excitedly after hearing this.

"But I don't know where the door key is?" Anthony frowned. "You know, I collected a lot of magic props in Knockturn Alley, but I haven't studied this door key. I just kept it in the warehouse."

"Who knows where it ended up. The person who made it is definitely not a serious wizard. It's probably a dark wizard. Maybe it's the dark wizard's secret base. He was killed or someone stole it. This door key. It could have landed anywhere, and it is more likely to have landed in a magic trap."

"What should we do?" Ron asked anxiously. He was trembling slightly while hiding under the fir tree, with snow covering his head and soles.The sounds of the town seemed far away, and all they could hear was a strange murmur.

If you listen carefully, you can hear from the whisper that it is the church hymn.

"It's okay." Anthony's eyes fell on the small town in the distance. Outside the bus station, there was a black bus with flat tires against the wall that looked like an American school bus.

I guess that was the car leaving the town.

"We can live in a suitcase." He patted his pockets. "We can live there for a year, no problem."

"Automobile Association..."

"Wait? Car?" Anthony suddenly seemed to hear something. He was stunned for a moment, then immediately took out his wand and pulled Harry and the others toward the intersection.

"Oh! By the way, there is also the Knight Bus! Look at our stupid minds, how could we forget about this." Ron and Harry also reacted.

The expression on his face also became relaxed.

They were really depressed. Ever since they entered Godric's Hollow, their spirits had been tense. From the moment they stepped here and stepped on the first snow on the ground, they felt as if they had abandoned something.

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Anthony walked deliberately towards the outside of the town for a long time before stretching out his wand.

After all, Tom is nearby, and any wizard's mark may bring them fatal disaster.

He held up his wand...

He held up his wand...

magic wand...

After a long time, it seemed like a thousand years had passed, but there was still no trace of any living thing on the road.

"What's going on?" He groaned, then looked down at his wand.

At this moment, Ron beside him suddenly screamed in fear. He pointed in the distance and shouted: "Anthony, Harry, look over there!"

Hearing the sound, the two of them looked up towards the horizon.

Suddenly many black spots flew over the sky.

And those black spots are getting bigger and closer.The surrounding temperature is also dropping rapidly.

It's...snowing.

"Dementors! It's Dementors!" Harry screamed. Having had close contact with Dementors during the Quidditch game, he could see the true identity of those flying things at a glance.

There was a relaxed expression on his face, and the unhappiness and fear about why the Knight Bus didn't appear suddenly disappeared.

Everyone knew that the Dementors were the guards of Azkaban, and they must have come here to capture the Death Eaters.

Harry thought so, but Anthony didn't think so.

He immediately pulled Harry and Ron into a sliding shovel and ran towards the woods on both sides of the road.

While running, he took out his suitcase from his pocket.The other two were not allowed to ask, so Anthony pushed them in.Then he stuffed the suitcase into the snow, threw two more alchemical creations from his pocket, and then jumped in himself.

The suitcase closed firmly.

A set of actions that flow smoothly.

After landing, Harry was the first to ask at the wooden ladder: "What's wrong Anthony!"

"How is it?" he said. "I don't know who the dementors listen to now."

"What do you mean?" Ron asked worriedly.

"I can't explain it to you, but the dementors are probably loyal to Riddle."

"What?" they both shouted in surprise.

"It's just a guess. No matter what, we can't leave here today anyway." Then he picked up a mirror and an ear from the bookcase nearby.

"Hide here first and check the situation. Whether the dementors are fighting the Death Eaters or being loyal to them, it has nothing to do with us."

Hearing this, Harry and Ron nodded. Anthony was right, this really had nothing to do with them.

The few people looked at each other, walked down the stairs, and came to the living room on the first floor.

Anthony prepared fragrant milk tea and chocolate for them. After a few cups of warming tea, the tense nerves immediately relaxed, and what followed was endless exhaustion, especially Harry, who had just gone to bed last night. Didn't sleep much.

Gradually, several people fell on the soft sofa. Sunlight shone in from the ceiling window, and the room was filled with light and warmth.

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"You're awake, poor kid."

In Godric's valley town, in a small two-story building that was slightly off the main road, a shambling old woman was holding a cup of hot tea.

She placed the hot tea by the window and called in a low voice.

"You fell in the snow near my house. Fortunately, I got up early today," the woman said.

On the bed, Hermione, whose forehead was wrapped in a bandage, opened her eyes slightly.

Ah ~

It hurts!

It was the only thing she could feel at this moment.

"Are all the little wizards at Hogwarts so bold now?" the old woman continued to mutter.

Hermione, who had calmed down at this moment, turned her head slightly, and she almost immediately noticed something falling on the woman's shoulder.

It looked like a luminous crow.

That's the patron saint!

The woman in front of me is a wizard!

"Hello!" Hermione said, enduring the smell of old age and dust that filled the room, looking at the woman's wrinkled, almost transparent skin and sparse white hair sticking to her forehead.

"Hello!" the woman replied, then stretched out her withered arms and helped Hermione up.

"Godric's Hollow is not a place for flying," she said suddenly.

"what?"

Suddenly, Hermione remembered that she was brought here by the portkey.At that time she suddenly appeared in mid-air.

The huge air flow violently impacted her brain.

As she breathed, she felt a strong sense of suffocation and fainting.

She barely had a few seconds to wake up, and after screaming a few times, she hurriedly pulled out her wand and cast the spell.

after...

She didn't remember it after that. She seemed to have fainted. God knows where she would be blown by the strong wind.

Simply, Hermione touched her forehead, and then took the strong tea from the woman's hand.

I met a kind person.

"Can the Patronus Charm be cast?" Just after Hermione took a few sips of tea and took a few breaths, the woman suddenly asked.

"C-yes, ma'am." Hermione put down her teacup and fumbled for her wand from her pocket.

During the summer vacation, she was able to successfully summon a physical Patronus. After Harry was attacked, she practiced this magic even harder.

"Call God Guard!"

Hermione whispered, the front end of the grapevine wand emitted milky white light, and the light gradually became more and more intense. In the blink of an eye, a white cat appeared in front of her.

It looks almost exactly like Sirocco.

"Physical Patronus!" The old woman was a little surprised, her withered face full of curiosity. She took a deep look at Hermione, "Dumbledore's students are really getting better with each passing year."

"Madam, do you know Professor Dumbledore?" The Patronus jumped on Hermione's shoulder, just like where Sherlock often carried him.Hermione suddenly felt much calmer, as if something had been separated.

After that, her mind suddenly became active, or in other words, normal.After she heard Dumbledore's name from the old woman in front of her, who seemed to be about to fall to the ground in the next second, Hermione was immediately moved by curiosity and asked.

"Him?" The old woman seemed to be lost in memories, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, "Him? Haha - he was always hanging out with my nephew during that time. He had delusional dreams of changing the world."

"Nephew? Dumbledore?" Hermione noticed something sharply.She remembered the story from Anthony's novel.

"Are you Bathilda? Lady Bathilda Bagshot?"