The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

Seriously, who could not love Lily?

Girls like her almost include the most beautiful words in the world.

In the entire Harry Potter story, the most profound impression on Anthony was the part where Slughorn told Harry about the Horcruxes.

The red-haired girl gave him a birthday gift, a lily petal floating on the water in the fish tank. With a click of the magic wand, it turned into a flexible little fish.

With just a few strokes, one can vaguely glimpse the gentle and lovely girl through the fish tank.

If you don't have a soft heart, you can come up with such gentle and romantic magic.

If you are not strong enough, how can you fight in the darkness.

If she wasn't good enough, how could so many people remember her with tears of nostalgia?

It can be said that although Harry's mother is not described much in the book.

But no one can ignore such a character.

She shouldn't just be Snape's scar, Harry's mother, James' wife.

She is what she is.

Impeccably perfect.

...

"What love?" Harry was confused. From Anthony's thoughtful eyes, he could clearly sense that this seemed to have something to do with him.

"Ah!"

There is bitterness and saltiness in the wind, the smell of regret.

In this situation, Anthony couldn't help but recite that few classic poems:

'My lover's eyes are nothing like the sun. '

'The coral is much redder than her lips'

...

'I admit that I have never seen a goddess walking'

'My love walks with his feet on the ground'

'But, I swear to God, my lover'

'Better than any beauty praised as a fairy'

Slowly, a stream of dead love from the past spreads across the hills with the wind.

So everyone is silent in this inexplicable sadness.

Only, Ron.

He suddenly said loudly: "What were you talking about just now? Anthony."

"A long poem by Shakespeare." Hermione rolled her eyes at Ron, as if complaining about his incomprehensible style.

Then she turned to look at Anthony, and she immediately realized that he must know something.

For example, the love he just talked about.

"Shakespeare? A long poem? What is that?"

"That's not a thing, it's literature. Do you understand literature?"

"I don't understand..."

"Don't talk if you don't understand, hold it in!" Hermione turned around, glared at Ron, and yelled angrily.

"Oh!" Hermione's look reminded Ron of Professor McGonagall, and he immediately shrank his neck and did not dare to continue talking.

Hermione also looked away, her face wrinkled, as if she was sulking.

Anthony smiled, looking at this scene, he seemed to hear something, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"What's wrong?" Harry tilted his head and looked at him.

"A smart girl with red hair, green eyes, Muggle-born. No wonder Snape always gives you three troubles..."

"Hey! You have green eyes too, Anthony, it's the four of us." Although Harry didn't understand what Anthony meant, he knew that there was never a threesome, only a foursome.

"That's right. I missed myself."

Anthony chuckled, and then merged into the painting called Regret and Regret.

They continued to look toward the mountains.

Looking at that lonely back.

The midday sun shines on the grass, illuminating the green grass.

Suddenly, a violent condensation of light and shadow twisted in the distance, and the next second, Dumbledore appeared near Snape.

There was also a little girl on hand.

That was a strange girl. On such a cold day, she was only wearing a white singlet, and that singlet was one piece.

They don't look like normal clothes, but like prison uniforms.

Her hair was disheveled, making her face unclear.

"Harry!"

On the mountain, Dumbledore waved to them, and it seemed that he had discovered them.

Several young wizards quickly jumped down from the sofa. Anthony picked up Hagrid's moleskin jacket from the sofa with sharp eyes, and everyone trotted towards the mountains.

"professor."

After arriving in front of the two professors, the four little cats greeted them obediently.

Dumbledore saw everyone, nodded slightly, and said: "Your new classmate, she will enter school in the second half of the year."

"Ok?"

Hearing the sound, Anthony, who was putting Hagrid's huge moleskin jacket on the girl, was slightly startled.

Only at this moment did he see the girl's face clearly.

Long brown hair, hanging behind her back, blue eyes, and a chubby face.

Well, this is a pretty pretty girl.

What surprised Anthony even more was her unique temperament.

Not indifference, nor arrogance.

It's a kind of silence, seeming to be indifferent to anything.

What's even stranger is that judging from her appearance, this girl is at least thirteen or fourteen years old.

Where did the principal abduct such a big little wizard?

It's not from another school, right?

"Come, Orosi, let me introduce you. This is Anthony, Miss Granger, Mr. Weasley, Harry, Harry Potter."

Dumbledore looked very enthusiastic and pointed at them one by one.

"They are all excellent students at Hogwarts."

"He is also a well-known troublemaker in Hogwarts." Snape sneered at the side.

"Often putting yourself in danger, and the Gryffindor twin, huh..."

"Okay, Severus." Dumbledore quickly stopped Snape's sarcasm.

Then, he smiled again, but this time he was introducing the girl beside Anthony to them.

He reached out and touched the girl's head, and said with a smile: "Euros Holmes, I am the one who should sort her into Ravenclaw."

"Oh! This is Professor Snape, your future Potions Professor."

As he spoke, he looked into the distance.

In front of the hunting lodge, Hagrid was chasing Norbert.

The little guy took advantage of the moment when the four little ones went out and slipped out.

Smelling the breath of freedom, it flapped its wings and scurried around on the ground.

"That's it, Hagrid."

"The warden of the hunting ground. He knows a lot about magical animals. Maybe he will become your professor of protection of magical animals in the future." Dumbledore smiled slightly, with deep meaning in his blue eyes.

Listening to Dumbledore's words, Anthony looked strange.

He knew that the Sorting Hat told Dumbledore part of the 'prophecy', but how much.Anthony is unknown.

But what is certain is that the hat definitely did not tell the whole story.

As for why, you have to ask the hat.

"Hello, Professor Snape." Orosi said expressionlessly.

"Hmph." Snape's attitude was still cold, but he did not directly mock him like he did to Gryffindor.

This kind of humming nasal cavity is already his greatest tolerance...

Afterwards, everyone began to get acquainted with each other, and Hermione and the others were mostly talking, while Orosi was listening.

Only Anthony on the side gradually became serious, and the seriousness gradually turned into shock. Then, the shocked expression slowly turned into a look of panic.

?

I heard right!

Oros Holmes?

Merlin's beard!

what's the situation?

Does such a monster-level monster really exist?

Oh my God!

Don't be kidding, okay?

Do you think a master who can defeat London in 5 minutes wants to come to Hogwarts?

Even buy Karma!

Where's Sherlock?Where is Sherlock?Sherlock, help me!

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