The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

Chapter 248 Godric’s Hollow at Night (3)

"Are you Bathilda? Bathilda Bagshot? The famous historian of magic?" Hermione exclaimed.

The woman in heavy clothes was obviously not as excited as she was. She just nodded calmly and then waved her hand.

Stumbling around, he groped for something on the bookshelf in his room.

It's like looking for some book.

"You shouldn't be here." She pulled out an ancient book wrapped in animal skin from the bookshelf and turned to Hermione on the bed.

"What happened, ma'am?" Hermione asked confused.

She didn't know about Harry's dream, nor did she know that countless dark wizards and Death Eaters had gathered in Godric's Hollow at this time.Even Voldemort has appeared.

"I don't know, child." Mrs. Bathilda was curled up on the sofa beside the bed. In the center of the house was a blazing stove that was boiling water. It provided a small amount of warmth to this cold room.

"Since those people appeared in the town, the town has changed." She said, her voice seemed to come from a dangerous place in the ancient continent,

It makes people's hearts skip a beat.

Hearing this, some fear suddenly emerged in Hermione's heart, which caused her newly calmed mood to stir up waves again.

Maybe she should leave this small room and go outside for a breath of fresh air.Hermione thought as she pinched the quilt.

"If you want to leave, I'm afraid you can't leave now." Mrs. Bathilda turned the pages of the book and made a rustling sound.The cold voice was so certain, as if it was saying some established fact.

"You?" Hermione whispered, her right hand covered by the quilt clenching her wand tightly.

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe me. Maybe you can open the door a little and look outside." Mrs. Bathilda glanced at Hermione, a look full of meaning.

Hermione was moved.

She had read Anthony's "Magical Legends", and the famous historian Bathilda was introduced in the book, saying that she was always enthusiastic and would often visit her neighbors. The book even mentioned that this lady had an affair with Bo The relationship between the Te couple is quite good.

But, after all, that was just Anthony's side of the story. None of them had ever met this lady. After all, she didn't know what kind of person she was.

At this point, Hermione did not hesitate. She nodded slightly towards Mrs. Bathilda, stood up and put on her shoes and the robe that had been taken off and placed by the window.

Mrs. Bathilda's room is very small, only about the width of a bed, and the length is only enough to accommodate a few bookcases.There is a cabinet made of fir wood to the left of the only bed in the room, and to the left is next to the door.

She carefully pushed open the wooden door. There was also a house outside the door. It looked like a kitchen, with pots and bowls on it. On the left, there was a small door on the inside. It should be a storage room, usually used to store food. of.

On the right, slowly going up the wooden stairs, a closed door stood there.

That should be the exit.

Hermione thought.Then he held on to the handle at hand and began to walk up step by step.

When she pushed open the door at the end of the stairs, she was very surprised to find that she was in the attic of a certain house.

The ceiling above her head showed a standard triangle shape, and the height between the ground and the ceiling was only about two feet (sixty centimeters), which forced her to bend down and walk almost close to the ground.

There is a circular window on the wall not far away.

Although the glass was covered with dust, Hermione still wanted to see what was going on outside through the window.

She climbed to the window in a few steps, wiped the dust on the window with her hands, and then looked down.

On the streets of Godric's town, a blizzard was still falling. Thick cumulus clouds covered the sun. Hermione couldn't figure out what time it was. It was like there was no bright light in the town at night, and people were traveling on the streets. There is some kind of creature, a fluid creature that looks like a ghost.

It's almost impossible to describe in words.

That terrifying ghost thing had a deformed, pus-oozing, rotten and filthy body.Threads of flesh and blood wrapped around the dense white bones, like disgusting flesh and blood skeletons.

Then, there was this group of unspeakable evil beasts, actually wearing human clothes, stumbling around one by one, looking around like headless flies in groups.

For a moment, this was a terrifying scene that seemed to come from the vestibule of hell. Hermione retreated tremblingly, and a huge look of horror appeared on her face.

She didn't even think about it, and almost immediately fled back to the narrow house in a panic.

————Listen to the rapid footsteps coming from the stairs.Mrs. Bathilda's voice then sounded: "Did you see it?"

"It seems they appeared extra early today."

"You know?" Hermione returned to the room, she sat on the bed and asked with a pale face.

Her legs were still shaking until now.

"Are you talking about those things?" Mrs. Bathilda raised her head slightly, and then put down the book in her hand. "They have been appearing for a whole week. At first they only appeared at midnight, and then they appeared earlier and earlier. It’s only five o’clock now, and the streets are already full of them.”

"What is that? Is it the Inferi?" Hermione was still breathing heavily and seemed to have not recovered yet.

She subconsciously asked about the 'creature' that Anthony often talked about.

"The Inferi? Do you still know about the Inferi?" Mrs. Bathilda's tone was obviously higher. "I thought Hogwarts would not be as open to dark magic as Durmstrang."

"I heard it from other places." She deliberately changed the topic, but emphasized again: "What is that? Madam?"

"Walking dead? I don't know. I found any traces of magic on their bodies. It's not like they were cursed or poisoned. There has never been such a terrifying poison in the known magical world. I once guessed it might be a curse or something like that." Yes, but surprisingly, I found out later that it was definitely not a curse."

"No?" "Wait?" Hermione suddenly remembered something, "Those monsters are wandering on the streets, and the residents of that town..."

"They are the residents of the town, child!" Mrs. Bathilda said lightly.

"What?" Hermione's eyes widened in complete disbelief.

"That's what I said, it's definitely not the reason for the curse." Mrs. Bathilda paused for a moment, and then continued: "During the day, they will reappear and become normal people. There is no such kind of curse that has such a magical ability, but , their waking hours are getting shorter and shorter over the week, and they may soon turn into some kind of complete monster."

"Become? Monster!"

"Yes, even wizards can't avoid it." Mrs. Bathilda was suddenly silent for a moment, "My neighbor, Old John, is a wizard, but he can only last a little longer than normal Muggles, and he is still a wizard. Hiding in a cupboard, a cupboard with an infinite stretching spell."

"Then why don't you ask for help from the Ministry of Magic..." Before Hermione could say anything, she immediately thought of something.

No one wants to sit still and wait for death. How can these wizards allow themselves to become monsters if they can ask for help?

she...

Oh my God!Where did she run to!

Get out of here Anthony!It's all him...

etc!Anthony.

No——Hermione wailed in her heart.

He doesn't know anything yet!

And Harry and Ron.

"I - I have to go out, I - I still have friends." Hermione stood up suddenly and said worriedly.

"Friend? Also brought here by the wind?"

"No, they might be luckier than me, but they don't know anything about this town."

"Twelve hours," Lady Bathilda said suddenly.

"what?"

"Wizards can only last twelve hours. After this time, they will turn into monsters and wander the streets at night. I don't know if those Muggles and wizards who have turned into monsters can turn back into humans. However, You'd better not take any chances." Mrs. Bathilda stood up slowly, walked to the bookshelf with unsteady steps, and pulled out a piece of parchment from the complicated books.

"This is the information from my investigation into this strange incident during this period. If you and your friends can escape alive, these may be of some use." She handed the parchment to Hermione.

"You, aren't you running away?" Hermione took the parchments.

"Me? I'm too old and have lived long enough. This is the place I chose to bury my bones. Don't have any hard feelings, because you are not the first wizard I have met these days, but I still don't Any rescue, I think you can understand!”

"I - I know." Hermione put the parchment in her pocket and nodded.

She believed that Anthony would definitely have a way to escape. He always had a way.

"It's been a long time since I met a brave, fearless, kind-hearted witch like you. You remind me of a wizard family that used to live near here. Oh! I still remember that the hostess of that family had dark green eyes. "Mrs. Bathilda suddenly became chatty, as an old man of her age would do.

"Remember, those monsters are difficult to deal with. The Patronus Charm is the only thing you can rely on. The Patronus Charm can not only isolate the bad magic that lures wizards into monsters in the dark, but it is also a powerful weapon against them."

"But if you can avoid provoking them, try not to provoke them, you know?"

"I took note of Mrs. Bathilda, thank you!" Hermione looked at Mrs. Bathilda sincerely. Even the lazy patronus kitten on her shoulder raised its head slightly and nodded towards the octogenarian old man. nodded.

"If you can't find your friend, come back. Don't force it."

"I will."

After that, Hermione put on her hood, cheered herself up, and walked up the stairs again.

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"Hi! Anthony, do you feel a little uncomfortable?" Ron said with a pale face in the suitcase. He breathed heavily, straightened his neck, and kept scratching his ears and cheeks with his hands.

"Uncomfortable?" Anthony stared at the mirror in his hand.

Just as he had guessed, the group of Dementors had indeed surrendered to Voldemort. They did not enter the town at all, and even though the Death Eaters were right under their noses, they did not make any move.

At this time, hundreds of dementors surrounded the town, seeming to have surrounded it.

Around the suitcase, there were figures of dementors everywhere in the air.