Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

Although Hermione's favorability was rising, Yang An was not yet going to take action against her.

It is worth mentioning that the reason for targeting senior students is simply because they are all adults.

Well, this is a red line that cannot be crossed.

But the more Yang An acted like this, the higher Hermione's opinion of him became.

The two of them became more and more devoted, and Yang An could perfectly answer any questions Hermione asked, both in terms of knowledge and life.

Even for such a sharp question as Muggles and wizards, Yang An's answer made Hermione satisfied.

Every organism in the ecosystem has its own reason for existence.

Although Muggles do not have magic, they can use technology to do things that are as convenient as magic.

Although wizards possess great power, they also lack the spirit of advancement. As they no longer need external resources and can be self-sufficient, they become isolated and stagnant.

If we have to say who will be eliminated, it is not the Muggles, but the wizards who seem to be superior.

In Britain, Muggle and half-blood wizards make up over 60 percent of the wizarding population, but receive only 10 percent of the resources.

Including the work, all are controlled by pure-blood wizards.

However, this situation will inevitably become more intense as the demand for Muggles and half-blood wizards increases.

In the near future, the wizarding world will see a struggle between two forces, including conservative pure-bloods and half-blood wizards who crave more living space.

If wizards do not rebirth through struggle, they will eventually perish in silence.

When Muggles and half-blood wizards come to power, the conservatism and closedness of the wizarding world will change, but it may also continue to be so closed.

In the past, wizards did not contact Muggles because of their fear and ignorance. Now, wizards have become a conservative and ignorant group, and isolation has become a protection.

Once they understand this, Muggle wizards will try their best to remain closed to prevent the wizarding society from being absorbed by the Muggle society.

Of course, it may be opened, but that is in the future.

After listening to Yang An's calm narration, Hermione was shocked. At least she had not thought about this issue seriously. The idea that wizards are independent and live in seclusion has taken root in Hermione's mind.

She had never thought about the collision of Muggle technology and wizard magic.

"Mr. Weasley is right. Studying Muggle items and eventually turning them into wizard items is the right thing to do and is also the future of wizards. Unfortunately, you can see that those ignorant and conservative guys sneer at this."

Yang An shook his head, he had contacted Mr. Weasley, but of course he asked other men to do the contact, but unfortunately Mr. Weasley did not intend to give up his job at the Ministry of Magic, and he was also an unwavering supporter of Dumbledore.

But in the future, after Dumbledore's death, Yang An will consider taking the Weasley family under his wing.

"I never thought wizards were divided, although this concept has emerged since the Sorting. It is ridiculous and sad that students are opposed to each other because of different houses."

Faced with Hermione and the knowledge-hungry SpongeBob, Yang An didn't mind talking more to her and injecting more of his own ideas.

"Wizards are a minority, and their numbers are decreasing. However, wizards are constantly fighting among themselves because of the ridiculous so-called bloodline."

"Can't a Muggle wizard's Killing Curse kill a pure-blood wizard? Or can Voldemort survive being hit by the Killing Curse?"

Yang An sneered, people will die, unless they are not human, then it is easier to deal with. Things that are not human will become food for Yang An to become stronger.

"Only by uniting as one can wizards continue to exist. Only by absorbing and summarizing the advanced experience of Muggles can we ensure that wizards will not become the ignorant Muggles they once were."

"Wizards are already an endangered group. If they continue to fight among themselves, they might return to what Muggle society calls a reserve for indigenous peoples."

After Yang An finished speaking, he paused to give the confused Hermione some time to think.

It was unknown how much time had passed before Hermione murmured.

"I've never thought about what you said. I don't think there's anything wrong with it."

"Merlin, Yang, you seem like a wise man. Could it be that I am really bound by my ideas, so I think that all Slytherins are bad people? They shouldn't treat you like this, treating someone who might be sent by God to save wizards."

Yang An shook his head. Although the West seems to be open and advanced, they actually believe more in the idea of ​​messengers from God and saviors sent by God.

"There has never been any savior, and the wizarding world does not need so-called nobles."

As he spoke, Yang An stood up and smiled, "These are just my personal opinions, just listen to them. Promise me not to tell anyone else, or it will get me into big trouble."

Hermione nodded immediately, her cheeks slightly red, "This is our secret, right? I will keep it a secret for you."

"Good girl." Yang An praised and held out his hand, "It's time to go now."

Hermione looked down and muttered sheepishly, "We're obviously the same age, Yang, don't be like this."

"Where are we going?"

It was very natural for Hermione to extend her hand to Yang An again, and she didn't feel anything was wrong. Perhaps she felt that their relationship was so close that it far exceeded the distance of holding hands. After all, they had kissed each other.

"Quidditch World Cup." Yang An smiled, "You shouldn't miss such a big event."

When she heard the word Quidditch, Hermione's expression suddenly froze. She lowered her head and looked hesitant.

“I really want to go.”

"Don't worry." Yang An comforted Hermione, "It's very big there, with tens of thousands of people. You won't be able to run into your friends. Besides, this was just a quarrel. There's no need to sever ties with them, right? Unless you've already made up your mind."

Hermione nodded and looked at Yang An with her beautiful brown eyes. "I am once again amazed by your broad mind and tolerance. In comparison, Ron and the others are really like immature children who are still secretly competing with you."

"Everyone is a child." Yang An lowered his eyes. His long eyelashes and handsome features made Hermione unable to look away for a long time, and her heartbeat quickened.

"But my parents are both Muggles, and I don't want to be a person at the bottom of society with no security of life in the future."

Hearing this, Hermione bit her lip. She had just realized that Yang An's parents were Muggles, which meant that he was not pure-blood or even half-blood, but just a Muggle wizard like her.

The distance between the two of them narrowed again, and Hermione murmured, "It turns out that we are all the same kind of people."
I try hard to prove myself and have to work much harder than ordinary people, but I am laughed at and ridiculed by others.

Yang An proved herself with her absolute strength, so the ridicule turned into fear. But what did she use to prove herself? How did she break other people's stereotypes about Muggle wizards?
Yang An took the hand of the pensive Hermione and walked out, before pushing open the door.

A word floated into Hermione's ears.

"The prejudices in people's hearts are like a big mountain."

Hermione felt the same way.

At the door, Yang An held Hermione with both hands and spoke softly to the confused girl.

"But it so happens that the country where I was born has a fable called The Foolish Old Man Who Moved the Mountains."

"What fable?" Hermione asked with her head raised. The loss on her face was heartbreaking.

“Even if my life is too short to move mountains, I will have children and my children will have children.”

Yang An raised his head and looked at the dark night, and said calmly, "My ancestors have exhausted their knowledge, and even an unshakable mountain will eventually be defeated by human efforts."

These words fell into Hermione's ears, like a heavy hammer. She shuddered and her eyes changed again when she looked at Yang An, this time into admiration.

“Prejudice in people’s hearts is like a mountain, but even an unshakable mountain can be moved away with hard work.”

These words shocked Hermione beyond words.

Never mind what Hermione thinks.

Yang An and Hermione activated the teleportation again, and the two of them disappeared from the streets of London in the blink of an eye.

Quidditch World Cup Camp.

"Snapped!"

With a loud bang, two people appeared near the swamp.

The swamp was even colder at night, and I could vaguely hear noises and chatter coming from the camp in the distance. They were probably having a bonfire party.

Hermione felt the cold, shivered, and subconsciously moved closer to Yang An.

“It’s cold here.”

Yang An said as he saw this, reaching out and patting Hermione on the shoulder.

A warm current flowed through Yang An's palm into Hermione's body, and the coldness and dampness quickly disappeared.

Hermione was obviously surprised and asked curiously, "What kind of magic is this?"

"It's just a use of the power of the fire element." Yang An said casually. Hermione blinked. She knew that Yang An had been studying elemental magic. In fact, the types of magic were not divided very finely. Most of them even only distinguished between black magic and non-black magic.

The concept of elemental magic was proposed by Yang An.

"Just convert the power of ancient magic runes." Seeing Hermione's confusion, Yang An said casually while raising his hand and drawing a symbol in the air.

The fiery red mysterious rune blinked and began to absorb magic power, and then emitted a power as scorching as a raging flame.

Although Hermione still didn't quite understand the principle, but.

Want to learn!

"We can chat when we're free." Yang An said with a smile, and Hermione nodded in satisfaction and began to look around.

"Is this the Quidditch venue?" She seemed a little disappointed. After all, the reality seemed completely different from the magnificent stadium she had imagined.

"This is the camp, and the place covered by magic is where the Quidditch games are held." Yang An explained and walked towards the camp with Hermione.

Wait until the two of them crossed the long swamp and arrived in front of the camp.

A familiar figure was already waiting there.

It was the middle-aged man who had met Yang An before, and he came here early after being notified by Yang An.

Looking at Hermione, who had messy hair but delicate cheeks and was following Yang An, the middle-aged man did not show any abnormality and smiled, "Mr. Tickets."

Hermione observed the middle-aged man and thought he was from the Ministry of Magic, but she noticed the silver medal on his chest with a world tree pattern that was very eye-catching.

"Sir, aren't you a member of the Ministry of Magic?"

The burly middle-aged man with a scar on his face forced out a gentle smile and said, "I am an employee of the Birmingham Security Company. I have been commissioned by the Ministry of Magic to help maintain order in the camp."

As he spoke, the man took the ticket handed to him by Yang An and casually confirmed it.

"Sir, your tent is in row 13, seat 4, area A. Welcome to watch the Quidditch World Cup."

"Tent services are also provided here." Hermione was a little surprised.

"You can bring your own, or rent a pre-built tent." The middle-aged man explained casually, then bowed slightly and left.

Hermione took the simple map handed over by the other party and said, "This person gives me the impression that he is more dedicated than the employees of the Ministry of Magic."

Hearing Hermione's muttering, Yang An smiled, "After all, they are hired security guards, so it's normal for them to be more dedicated."

Hermione found the location of the tent on the map and volunteered to lead the way.

The two men walked into the camp and saw many Irish people singing and dancing around a fire.

Hermione was curious about what she saw, and the bustle of the campsite dispelled some of her fears. With Yang An by her side, Hermione felt a lot more at ease.

"It's so lively here, are they all wizards?" Hermione murmured.

"Yes, they are all wizards who have come from all over the world." Yang An pulled Hermione and moved flexibly among the many drunkards.

In addition to its famous cuisine, Britain is also famous for its football hooligans, and these wizards are no exception. Perhaps they should be called by a new term.

Quidditch hooligan.

In short, many wizards were drinking happily, and by now they were already drunk or starting to make trouble.

Just ahead on the road, there was a man holding a bottle of wine. He saw the young Yang An and Hermione, and staggered over, just blocking their way.

"Hey! Which team are you rooting for?"

Hermione was a little scared and shrank towards Yang An.

Yang An tilted his head and looked at the other person expressionlessly, "Excuse me."

But the drunkard didn't seem to have any intention of giving way. Instead, he stared at the two men with wide eyes, "Little devil, are you talking to me? I advise you to be polite to me."

"Oh!"

Before the other party finished speaking, Yang An had already raised his hand.

The other person seemed to be pulled by something on his legs, and he somersaulted several times before finally hitting the edge of a tent.

This scene immediately attracted a lot of people's attention.

Several wizards in pajamas also ran out of the tent to see what was going on.

"Let's go."

Yang An tilted his head and said to Hermione, whose eyes were wide.

Hermione nodded very meekly. Although Yang An usually had a bad temper and Hermione thought he was too cold to his classmates, he was really in trouble.

Yang An dealt with the other person without saying a word, making Hermione feel very safe.

"That was very cool just now," Hermione whispered.

Yang An smiled as the two continued to move forward in full view of everyone.

Behind him, the drunk man seemed to sober up a little. He found that he was attacked by a little boy. He became furious and drew out his wand.

"Damn you little brat, I'm going to make you pay!"

As he spoke, the man muttered some incantation and was about to shoot towards Yang An.

Well, the spell didn't work.

Because the wand broke.

"Bang!" The exploding chaotic magic power blew off several fingers of the man's hand before the man could scream.

Several wands were already pointed at his face.

On the opposite side, a middle-aged man with a scar on his face appeared, accompanied by several team members. They stared at the man with frosty faces as if he were a dead person.

"What do you want to do?" The man suddenly sobered up a little and said fearfully with a painful look on his face.

"Drag him away." The middle-aged man said casually, and before the drunkard could speak, he cast a stunning spell and knocked him out.

The other party was dragged away like a dead dog.

The whole place was silent!

The middle-aged man said coldly.

"Everyone, you can drink but don't cause trouble! Don't ask for trouble!"

(End of this chapter)