The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

Chapter 175 One Night

Nick followed Anthony like crazy until he ran to the auditorium and during the dinner, Dumbledore noticed it and stopped Nick himself.

From that day on, Nick began to make trouble for Anthony crazily in the castle.

"If your neck was struck 44 times with a blunt ax before you died, you would be crazier than me!" Looking at Nick in front of him, his milky white body was once again stained with blood.

Harry quickly said: "I understand. If I have any news about him, I will definitely let you know."

"Hmph! I hope you keep what you say!" Nick looked gloomy and glared at Harry before drifting away leisurely.

"Phew!" Taking a deep breath, Harry felt his head hurt. He probably had a worse cold. His whole body was soaked and he was frightened by Nick.His head was spinning now.

Harry, whose legs were weak, hurriedly walked towards the Gryffindor common room.

Then, just as he walked around the next corner, a person suddenly walked over from the opposite side. After seeing the person's appearance clearly, Harry's heart suddenly went cold.

"Potter!"

"You dirty bastard!"

It was Filch, and he was in a very bad mood at this time.

During training, Harry had heard from Fred that he had a cold and that some third-year students had 'accidentally' smeared frog brains on the ceiling of the fifth basement classroom in the morning.

Looking at Filch carrying the bucket and mop, he must have been washing all morning.

Harry groaned inwardly.

He was soaked to the skin, and the soles of his feet were covered in mud.

"I'm going to punish you!" Filch gasped, and then tightened a thick plaid scarf tied around his head.

His nose was unusually red.It seemed that, as Fred said, he too had a cold.

"Get yourself clean!" he yelled, pointing to the mud and dirty water dripping from Harry's Quidditch robe, his eyes bulging horribly and the flesh on his double chin quivering.

"There's dirt everywhere, it's a mess everywhere! I've had enough! Potter!" Filch shouted angrily, his eyes bulging horribly, and the flesh on his double chin trembled.

Harry lowered his head depressedly. He was quite unlucky today.

Afterwards, Filch threw the bucket and mop on the ground. He asked Harry to wipe away all the mud along the way, and he was not allowed to use magic.

It took Harry half an hour to clean up the mud along the way.

Filch stood next to him and stared closely, to prevent him from slacking off.

By the time Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room, he had unfortunately missed lunch time.

"Oh my God! I'm so unlucky today!"

After changing clothes and taking a hot bath, Harry felt slightly better, although his head was still dizzy.

He sat in the armchair closest to the fireplace and Hermione handed him a bottle of pick-me-up.

"Anthony, when are you going to explain this to headless Nick?" Ron also came over.It is extremely cold today. Not only is it raining outside, but the wind is also strong. There is a cross breeze blowing in the corridor, plus raindrops blowing inexplicably.That biting coldness...

This is why today is obviously Saturday, but none of the little wizards tacitly walked out of the common room.

"Wait until he calms down, when he doesn't want to chop off my head." Anthony said in a deep voice while flipping through a book about the history of ancient court magic.

"I don't see a chance." Ron shook his head and said, "Look at his terrifying appearance the day before yesterday. I guess he will remember it in the next 500 years."

"Those ghosts are all the same." Anthony closed the book and picked up the hot tea that Hermione prepared for Harry: "Drinking tea when you have a cold is not good for your health."

Then he took a sip and continued: "Most of them become ghosts because they have something difficult to let go of and cannot let go."

"Huh, you're just right." Hermione pouted and looked at Anthony with some displeasure.

"What's the good thing about becoming a ghost? I can't eat or sleep. I'm just floating in the castle all day. I might as well be dead!" Ron shuddered. If he became a ghost one day, what would happen to the couple? It was definitely worse than death for him.

"Are you really saying they are alive? The ghost is just a mark of the wizard's life, a memory compiled by magic. It has nothing to do with the wizard. If another person has all your memories, can you think that person is You?" Anthony glanced at Ron and said lightly.

"Uh-is that so?"

"Is there no way? I mean, will those ghosts exist like this forever?" Hermione asked pessimistically.

"I don't know. If ghosts are considered magical creatures, then they should disappear one day, because the magic power will always be used up." Anthony spread his hands and said uncertainly.

"However, it can be seen from the fact that none of the great wizards in ancient times chose to leave ghosts behind. This road is definitely not a 'good road'. Even those extremely vicious dark wizards are not willing to stay in the world, so you can get a glimpse of ghosts. How dark the road is.”

Anthony's words made several young wizards think deeply, and Harry felt more and more pitiful about Nick. He had not had a cold in 500 years, had not experienced wind and rain in 500 years, and had not smelled the fragrance of food in 500 years.

No wonder they turned out like this.Such stubbornness.

At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from the Gryffindor door.

It was cold today and almost no little wizard went out, which naturally attracted everyone's attention.

As the footsteps gradually approached, an unexpected figure appeared in the lounge.

"Professor McGonagall?"

"Huh? You're here!" Professor McGonagall looked at Anthony seriously, her face didn't look very good, and all the little wizards present became nervous after this order.

"Dumbledore is looking for you, Mr. Windsor."

"what?"

"The principal is looking for me?" Anthony stood up slowly in shock, and then followed Professor McGonagall out of the lounge.

Along the way, Professor McGonagall remained silent, which made him extremely nervous. His mind kept thinking about what bad things he had done recently, or had someone discovered what happened in the Forbidden Forest?

But then I thought it was wrong. If he found out, the professor couldn't be looking for just me, so he couldn't call Ron?

Ahem!Anthony swore that when he got Ron involved, he had absolutely no intention of finding someone else to take the blame for what happened!

No!Absolutely not!

snort!As for other things - well - he doesn't seem to have done anything that is outrageous to both humans and gods recently, right?

Is that for Nick?

Just as Anthony was thinking wildly, he and Professor McGonagall had already arrived at the principal's office.

Unexpectedly, there were not only Dumbledore in the office at this time, but also Professor Filius Flitwick, the Dean of Ravenclaw House, Professor Snape of Slytherin House, and Sirius. even...

The wizard standing next to Sirius, leaning on the table, is...Professor Lupin?

Professor McGonagall had no intention of leaving, but stood beside him.

Okay!Three of the four deans are here.Is anyone else lucky?

On the walls, some of the portraits of old principals looked familiar to him.

The more you come here, you will naturally get to know each other...

For example, Principal Delise Derwent, the famous chief therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, was greeting him with a smile.

"Oh! Anthony, you're here." Dumbledore smiled, stood up from the desk, and slowly walked to the table where many strange silverwares were placed.

He picked up a candy that looked like a living cockroach from a silver plate and stuffed it into his mouth.

"How is it? Do you want to try it? Although it looks a bit strange, it still tastes very good."

"..."

"No - no." Anthony quickly took a step back and looked at the lively cockroaches on the dinner plate with a look of fear on his face.I couldn't help but complain loudly in my heart, this damn thing is the invention of that little genius, his brain circuit is really strange, and what's even more terrifying is that this kind of thing can actually be sold!

"Don't be nervous." Dumbledore looked at Anthony with a smile, "I heard about changing the wand. How about it? Does it still work?"

The old headmaster talked about his wand like a heart-to-heart.

"Wands and wizards need time to get along. It is inevitable that the new wand will not be as smooth as the old wand."

The principal's inexplicable tone seemed to tell an unspeakable story.

"Very useful professor." Anthony took out his new wand and shook it, "Phoenix feathers are more suitable for me now than unicorn hair."

"kindness?"

Anthony's unintentional words caught Dumbledore's attention.

He didn't know the specifics of Anthony's wand. He just talked about it casually. Unexpectedly, the little guy suddenly gave him a huge 'surprise'.

"In other words, the core of your previous wand was made of unicorn tail hair?"

"Uh - yes." Anthony's eyelids twitched, and he secretly screamed something bad.My smooth talk is about to be exposed.

"Oh~ Some time ago, there was a fire in the Forbidden Forest. That kind of flame is not common. Anthony, do you know what happened?"

"Well..." Facing Dumbledore's questioning eyes, Anthony suddenly felt a huge pressure.Then, he said bravely: "I was sleeping in the dormitory that day."

Yes, he was sleeping, that was true, but he was sleeping in the latter half of the night.

"Really?" Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and looked at him with a half-smile.

"Okay, I'm not looking for you today for this matter." The old principal suddenly changed the subject. He returned to his desk and talked about another matter: "Ms. Atropos told her recent The prophecy informed me.”

With that said, he took out a letter from the desk and handed it to Anthony.

Ok?

Looking at the familiar signature, Anthony quickly browsed it carefully.

This is a letter of help from Downing Street.

What it roughly means is that in mid-November, a multinational summit meeting will be held in London, and I hope Mr. Principal can assist with security work and the like.

Um...are we really going to hold a meeting?

Anthony was suddenly frightened. Some time ago, he was still thinking about how so many heads of state gathered in London, and now he was told that a multinational meeting was about to begin. Is this the ability of a prophet?Predict future?

For the first time, he became curious about the prophet's abilities.

"I was wondering, Anthony, did you see anything?" Dumbledore suddenly asked, making Anthony dumbfounded. It took him two seconds to remember that he seemed to have boasted that he was also a prophet. ...

The principal was asking him if he had made any predictions...

Well - this is really shooting yourself in the foot, he is a prophet!I can see a ghostly future.

No, you must not answer like this, otherwise the lies you told before will not be fulfilled.

After a while of brainstorming, Anthony said with a sullen face, pretending to be serious: "This matter seems to be related to a Muggle. I only know that his name is Moriarty. The rest - um - the fog of fate It’s too deep and I can only see so much.”

The fog of fate...

Haha - he remembered this sentence clearly. Whenever he asked Ms. Atropos some questions that were far beyond her knowledge, she would dismiss him with this sentence.

So now it’s easy to use.

"Muggle?"

"I've heard of such a name." Suddenly, Lu Ping on the side said dullly: "I heard about him from the leaders of the resistance forces in Libya."

"He is an arms dealer, specializing in selling Muggle weapons."

Hearing this, Anthony raised his eyebrows. Regarding the identity of Moriarty's criminal consultant, it would not be known for at least ten years. In 1992, no one knew what he was doing now.

Unexpectedly, Professor Luping actually had news about him.

Then, Professor Lupine briefly described what he knew about the situation to everyone.

To put it simply, this man named Moriarty transported weapons from a city in Northern California on the West Coast of the United States and sold them to the entire African continent.

He is found in many African countries, and a conservative estimate of the number of Muggles killed by his weapons is in the millions.

Millions of people are easy to say, but for wizards, there is a question of whether there are millions of wizards in the world!

The total number of people they have seen in their lifetime is probably less than ten thousand.It’s hard to imagine that millions of people could die because of one person.

"How terrible!" exclaimed Professor McGonagall.

"How can such a person live happily?" Sirius also interjected.From Lu Ping's story, everyone already knew that this person was making money from this, and it could be said that he made a lot of money.

"Um..." Anthony didn't want to get involved in this question.

After all, private arms dealers are just fish in the cracks between big powers, trying to find opportunities to make a fortune from time to time.

Compared with those truly kind people, they will not be small fish or shrimps.

"In the past few months in the country of Libya, I have heard too much mysterious news. One person has multiple bodies, some mechanical monster appeared somewhere, and a group of undead people suddenly appeared in the town... In short, that The place seemed to have descended into chaos early on.”

"And the most frightening thing is that in a few months, I have never met a local wizard, and the Libyan Ministry of Magic does not exist. The person I am cooperating with in the investigation is a wizard from Egypt, sent by the Egyptian Ministry of Magic. Auror."

"How... how is this possible?" Professor Flitwick immediately retorted: "I once traveled to that place when I was young. Although they don't have many wizards, they still have a Ministry of Magic."

"I don't know. The Egyptian side claimed that they all disappeared overnight."