The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

With that said, Anthony handed over the gift box in his hand.

It was a gadget he bought from DeVos and Bans store.

It's a crystal ball.

There is a little queen wearing a crown, holding a scepter, and sitting on the throne.

She doesn't just sit there, sometimes she just disappears.

Whenever she reappears and steps up to the throne, fireworks will be set off around her.

The scenery at this time will be very beautiful, just like a scene from a fairy tale.Anthony walked into the store and spotted this magical thing at first sight.

"This is my Christmas gift to you, I hope you like it."

Of course, the gift box has not been opened at this time, and the Queen does not know what is inside.

But no matter what it was, it couldn't cover up the happy expression on her face at this moment.

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Admittedly, Anthony couldn't handle this kind of family gathering.

The Anthony who had argued with Hermione for hours in the Gryffindor common room over some trivial matter, and in the end the two of them had to rush into the library to collect evidence, had become taciturn again.

At a royal dinner, he ate with great restraint.

He preferred eating with Ron than this. Everything the guy ate tasted delicious.

Now, Anthony just hopes to escape from these elders quickly, leave this unbearable space, and go outside to take a breath.

However, contrary to expectations, the royal family's dinner was so slow.

Pre-meal, main meal, after-meal order, and then drinking tea and sitting together chatting.

This year's topic, everyone mainly focused on Anthony, which forced him to rack his brains to tell what he saw and heard in school.

With a sound, an exclamation, and the sound of glasses clashing, this family dinner finally came to an end.

Anthony ran away from here.

The thought of a bigger dinner party on Christmas Day gave him a headache.

After returning to his room, Anthony fell asleep.

When he woke up again, it was already the next day.

After having breakfast.

He saw the chief court mage, Rosius Anbu, walking in, waving to him, and then turned and left.motioning for him to follow.

Anthony looked confused.He stood up in confusion and followed him all the way to the palace garden.

I saw that a platform had been cleared on the empty grassland at this time.

Four puppets were placed around, and some protective gear was placed at Anthony's feet.

"Actually, His Majesty asked me to find you yesterday, just because he wanted me to teach you more magic spells."

"She is afraid that you will be hurt." Rosius explained simply, then took out the wand from his sleeve and said, "I will teach you a few simple spells during Christmas!"

"Oh...Okay!" Anthony was stunned for a moment. He couldn't figure out what this wizard had in mind, but since someone was willing to teach him the magic spell, he was naturally willing to learn it.Then Anthony bent down and prepared to pick up the protective gear on the ground.

"No need to put on protective gear yet."

Rosius glanced at Anthony who bent down to pick up the protective gear, and said lightly.

"Look at my gestures and I'll teach you the first spell, which is also the most commonly used spell by wizards, the 'Disarming Charm'."

"The spell is: Expelliarmus. It is a spell that can make weapons or any items fly out of the opponent's hands. The wizard who invented this spell is no longer traceable. Of course, you don't need to understand this. Now look at my gestures. ."

"Except your weapons."

A red light wave shot out from Rosius's wand, hitting the puppet not far away.

Immediately, the wand in the puppet's hand fell out of his hand and was knocked away.

"Do you see clearly?" he asked.

"clear."

As he said that, Anthony also took out his wand and pointed it at the other puppet. He kept imagining Rosius holding the wand just now in his mind. Then he looked sharply and shouted: Expelliarmus.

Unlike Rosius, he accurately knocked the wand out of the puppet's hand.

Anthony's spell directly hit the entire puppet, and the huge force forced him to fall, but the puppet's wand was still held in his hand.

"Very good." Rosius smiled and praised: "You are able to do this for the first time using this magic spell. You are really talented."

"However, your wrist posture was wrong just now. It was not the straight-forward, dexterous, and gently lifted feeling of the wand. Try again."

"Ok."

Anthony took a deep breath and slowly entered the state. He stared directly at the other puppet, stretched out his right hand, pointed the wand at it, raised his wrist slightly, and shouted: "Expelliarmus."

"boom!"

This time it was better than last time. Although the puppet was still knocked down by him, the wand in its hand was also knocked out by him.

Looking at the puppet lying on the ground, Rosius clapped his hands with satisfaction and said: "It's very good, a hundred times better than I imagined."

And Anthony also had an excited smile on his face.

"The next thing you need is a lot of practice."

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Anthony had been practicing disarming spells all morning, starting with puppet exercises and then ending with wizard duels.

He finally knew what the protective gear he prepared was used for. After he flew out for the fourth time...

It has to be said that the wizard's spellcasting is very strange.

God knows, they even have to aim, and every time they cast a spell, they have to predict the opponent's position and next actions.

Completely different from practicing with a puppet, his spell couldn't even scratch Rosius, let alone hit him.

The whole exercise was like the king beating the bronze. He was crazily deflated, while the chief magician of the palace was leisurely and elegant as if he was taking a walk.

At first, Anthony could maintain his composure and remained unmoved by Rosius's various taunting moves, but as time passed, a sense of irritability began to arise in his heart.

Looking at Rosius, who was still smiling, he wished he could grab a handful of micro-charges from the surrounding guards and give him a tug-of-war.

Of course, this is just his fantasy.

The practice between the two ended only after the butler Mr. Hobson called a halt.

Anthony, who was covered in mud, looked like he had rolled in the mud. On the other hand, Rossius, who was wearing a purple and gold robe, had no wrinkles at all, especially if it was covered in mud. His face still had the same smile that had never changed for thousands of years. Fake smile boy.

Return to the castle to simply freshen up, put on new clothes, and have lunch with the Queen.

Different from last night's family gathering, this time the Queen obviously came to him for something.

After lunch, his aunt asked him the question he had been thinking about.

"Do other countries have armies of wizards?"

This is a fatal problem.

Because Anthony couldn't answer, no.

The reason is very simple.

Although the information currently held by the Sixth Branch and WIC is not much, various signs indicate that there are wizards in institutions in other countries.

Judging from the chain of suspicion, he must not take it as his basic understanding that the other party does not have a wizard army.