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

Until dinner time.

The news that Hermione had confronted Teacher Trelawney because of Yang An spread almost throughout the entire school.

Look, in a place where almost everyone is related to each other by blood, and the entire school has only about 1,800 people in total, gossip spreads so quickly.

Not to mention that it involves a well-known figure who is well-known to everyone.

When Harry saw Hermione again, she was sitting in a corner of the long table, quickly finishing her dinner, as if nothing had happened.

The students around could be seen discussing the matter almost blatantly, with all eyes frequently looking in Hermione's direction.

Harry didn't hesitate, he walked up quickly and sat down in front of Hermione.

Sensing the shadow in front of her, Hermione finally raised her head. Facing Harry who was hesitant to speak, Hermione raised her eyebrows and looked like she was listening attentively to what Harry wanted to say.

"I'm not here to persuade you." Harry thought for a moment and said, "I just want to say that you did a great job. Professor Trelawney lost her mood to attend class after you left. She muttered to herself behind the desk for two hours."

Hermione's tense face suddenly relaxed a little. She put down the knife and fork in her hand and raised her neck elegantly. "I have already consulted Professor McGonagall. She helped me modify the schedule. I will not attend such boring and meaningless classes anymore."

As the head of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall doesn't like the prophecy class which has no basis in fact, so it's not surprising that she favors the best student in her own college.

Harry shrugged, "Congratulations Hermione, you've become an even more famous celebrity than I was when I first enrolled."

Hermione finally smiled, and her smile had a carefree and unrestrained beauty.

"I do not care!"

Hermione glanced around. Those who were looking at her secretly didn't dare to look at her. After Hermione looked around proudly, she turned her gaze back to Harry and repeated, "I don't care what others think of me. Yang was also treated as an outsider in the beginning, but he conquered everyone with his strength. No one dared to point fingers at him, so I don't care about these things either."

Harry didn't quite understand why his friend fell madly in love with a man and followed a man, although he admitted that Yang An was indeed very charming this morning, especially the moment when he calmly crowned the leading mutant exploding-tailed skrewt as the king.

He also brought his personal charm to the extreme, just like the ancient emperor who used the sword to enthrone his close comrade-in-arms as the king of the county.

Hermione lowered her body and said in a very soft voice, "Do you know that it was not Professor Dumbledore who rescued Ginny in the Chamber of Secrets, but Yang An. He also deliberately let your godfather go. Yang was also involved in preventing Chigurh from obtaining the Philosopher's Stone!"

Harry's expression suddenly froze. He looked at Hermione with surprise, astonishment and disbelief, his eyes widening behind his glasses.

"What did you say?"

Hermione nodded, with a sigh in her eyes, "If Ginny and I hadn't noticed the problem, if Ginny's memory hadn't been restored, we might never know about it, right? Yang has helped us so much, but he never said it, nor did he show it, because in his opinion it was just a trivial thing, and he didn't want any reward or reward."

Having said this, Hermione stopped talking and gave Harry some time to think on his own.

After a moment, Harry finally recovered from his initial confusion. He opened his mouth and wanted to ask something, but no one came out.

Harry reviewed the adventures and experiences of the three of them in his mind. It seemed that there was indeed someone helping them. Whenever they encountered difficulties and desperate situations, the person would always appear.

Harry once guessed that it was Headmaster Dumbledore, but now he found that these things could indeed correspond to Yang An.

"I remember that at the end of my first year, I woke up from a coma and was in the school hospital when Dumbledore told me that it was Yang An who found Neville, who was petrified in the corridor by you, Hermione, and finally reported to him that we were going to find the Philosopher's Stone."

Harry hadn't paid much attention to this before. At that time, Ron also mocked Yang An for being Snape's lackey and reporting this matter like Malfoy, but now it seems.
Harry suddenly understood why Hermione defended Yang An so much.

"Well, I don't know how to say it. Should I say that I was wrong before?" Harry said with difficulty.

"Yang once told me that the city building between people is like a mountain, and it is difficult to get rid of the inherent ideas. So in the eyes of those Slytherins, I am just a mudblood of low blood, right?" Hermione said softly.

"No Hermione," Harry was about to say that it wasn't true.

But Hermione immediately said, "Why was Ron's father singled out as an example? Why did so many people believe in a slanderous frame-up that was clearly visible at a glance?"

"There must be someone behind this, maybe Malfoy's father is one of them." Hermione continued.

"After all, Mr. Weasley likes Muggle things and is close to half-blood wizards like us who come from Muggle families. That's why he is called the 'shame of pure blood'. That's why he is kicked when he's down and no one helps him."

"Otherwise, among so many Ministry of Magic employees that day, why was Mr. Weasley the only one to be stopped from being investigated? He was even on leave that day."

"And those other Ministry officials who obviously committed serious dereliction of duty were not in any trouble at all? They deliberately focused on Mr. Weasley and Ron!"

"This will cover up their mistakes!"

Harry opened his mouth and felt that what Hermione said made sense.

Hermione didn't seem to stop her impassioned speech. "In Muggle society, the concept of equality for all has long been instilled into everyone's heart. However, the wizards have turned a blind eye to the progress and development of Muggle society, and even resisted Muggle technology? It's as if everything is maintained in the Middle Ages, with wizards divided into three classes, and even a large number of corrupt so-called aristocrats."

"Who made those people noble? The Muggle Queen? Or the King?"

Harry didn't know how to answer an angry Hermione.

"Sister Penelope is so talented and was the female president of the student union. But after graduation, she wanted to work in the Ministry of Magic but was rejected repeatedly. In the end, she could only become a tutor for a pure-blood noble."

"Is it because she doesn't work hard enough? Or is it because her magic level is not good enough? Or is she not smart enough? No, it's because she is of mixed blood!"

"Percy is also the student union president. He successfully entered the Ministry of Magic right after graduation and became an assistant to a senior official. Does that mean he has better grades than Penelope? Is he more talented?"

Hermione's questions became more and more sharp, and her voice spread out, allowing many people to hear. Seeing this, Harry quickly lowered his voice and said, "Hermione, Hermione!"

"Let's not talk about this for now. We can talk about this in private."

Hermione shook her head and looked at Harry and whispered, "Yang is also from a Muggle family, but no one has ever dared to call him a mudblood. He is also a senior consultant to the Birmingham Company and has close contacts with officials from the Ministry of Magic!"

"Only when you are strong enough will others ignore your background, or dare not care about it!"

"Yang thinks it's time for this old and decadent magic world to change. Otherwise, it will fall behind step by step if it is closed off, and eventually wizards may no longer exist. He is also changing step by step. I will follow him to truly change the magic world and create a magic world that is truly in line with modern society."

"Let the convenience of technology and magic combine to create a more dazzling civilization."

"But there is still the Dark Lord," Harry said quickly.

"The Dark Lord is nothing, he's just a more stubborn idiot." Harry was a little shocked by Hermione's disdainful attitude.

"Can defeating the Dark Lord alone really revive magic? If so, why has the wizarding world remained the same even though the Dark Lord has been missing for more than a decade?" Hermione finally stopped talking.

Harry looked at Hermione blankly, with a hint of confusion in his clear eyes. He didn't understand how Hermione could think so much. "Hermione, I think you should be a politician."

"Maybe." Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. At least Harry could understand her instead of laughing at her like the other students.

"I've finished my meal—"

"You're going to the library?" Harry added the rest of the words to Hermione who had stood up.

"OK then."

Harry felt that he should also think about what Hermione said.

Before, he never thought there was anything wrong with the wizarding world. After all, it was a completely different place from the Muggle society. Besides, he lived in his aunt's house and didn't think there was anything good about the Muggle world.

But now that I think about it, what Hermione said does seem to make some sense.

If the Dark Lord is the cause of everything, the main culprit, then why hasn't the wizarding world become better in the past ten years, whether he has died or has been in hiding?

Just as Harry was thinking, there was suddenly some noise behind him.

"Look who this is, isn't this classmate Hermione Granger, the one who bravely stood up to the professor."

Harry turned his head quickly to look.

It turned out that a group of Slytherin girls surrounded Hermione.

When Harry rushed over, Hermione was standing in the middle, holding a book, with a very calm expression, "Why, what do you want to say?"

"We don't want to say anything, but you, a Gryffindor, better stay away from Yang. Even if he wants to find a girlfriend, he should choose a good wife and good helper from among us girls of noble birth and blood, instead of a burden like you who can't help him in any way!"

The two girls who were speaking were very beautiful and well-dressed.

Harry knew them; they were all fifth-year Slytherin students, and were said to be of pure-blood aristocratic origin.

However, these Slytherin purebloods usually form their own small groups and never bother to chat with students from other colleges, and their presence is not strong.

I didn't expect him to come and trouble Hermione in public.

"Hehe." Hermione looked at these girls with indifference, as if they were a pile of garbage.

"I don't need you to tell me what I want to do. It's not up to you to decide whether I can help Yang or not."

"So you want to be our enemy?" One of the girls narrowed her eyes. "You probably don't know who my father is, but it doesn't matter. A Muggle-born wizard like you doesn't deserve to know. But you better be careful of your Muggle parents!"

"Are you threatening me?" Apart from Yang, Hermione's Achilles' heel is her parents. She loves her parents very much, but is also worried that they will be involved in the disputes in the wizarding world.

When he heard the implicit threats from these girls, he became like a cat with its fur standing on end, with anger flashing in his eyes.

Even Harry couldn't help himself. "How dare you threaten your classmate's family! If anything happens to Hermione's parents, don't even think about running away!"

The noise here was getting louder and louder, and many people began to watch, looking at Harry who had stepped forward.

"Hmph, savior Potter, you are nothing but impotent rage. You're hanging out with a Mudblood. You're really a disgrace to purebloods!" The Slytherin girls were a little apprehensive when they saw Harry coming forward, but they still had no intention of backing off. Instead, they shouted insults at him.

Harry knew that being called a mudblood was a very dirty and ugly humiliation. He couldn't bear it any longer. He pulled out his wand and shouted, "Apologize! Otherwise I won't be polite!"

"Potter, what gives you the courage to fight a hundred people alone? Is it because of your identity as the savior who has almost become a joke?" Suddenly, a lazy and oily voice came, and Malfoy, who came out of nowhere, also joined the battlefield.

Malfoy was accompanied by his girlfriend Pansy, a short-haired girl with a loli figure, who just looked a little mean.

Malfoy strode forward and drew his wand, pointing it at Harry. "I think you should learn to respect your senior. Apologize, Harry Potter!"

The crowd gradually began to become restless.

Some Gryffindors who had been watching coldly on the sidelines finally couldn't stand Slytherin's arrogance anymore and stood up one by one to surround them.

"Harry, don't listen to that boy, beat him!" A familiar voice came, and Harry's shoulders were patted at the same time. Turning around, he saw that it was the brothers George and Fred. They also stared at the Slytherin opposite with a fierce look, and said with a common hatred, "You insult Hermione, which is an insult to us and an insult to Gryffindor!"

"Apologize!"

"That's right. If you don't apologize to Hermione today, this matter will not be over!"

Seeing that things were getting out of hand, Hermione frowned and wanted to ask Harry to stop for a while. If they continued to provoke each other, there might be a big fight.

Especially since the beginning of this school year, the tension between Slytherin and Gryffindor has become increasingly intense. It only takes a small spark to explode and overturn the ceiling of the castle.

But it is not easy to cool down the situation now. If we back down now, the dignity of the entire academy will be lost.

Soon, hundreds of people gathered on both sides, and many were there to watch the fun.

At this moment, a light but calm voice was heard, which instantly echoed throughout the auditorium.

"You guys, what are you doing?"

The main entrance of the auditorium.

Yang An, wearing a gilded black Tang suit, walked in step by step. His eyes were shining with golden light and his face was full of anger. Wherever he passed, the students made way for him.

“Can anyone answer this for me?”

"you!"

"Are you planning a rebellion?!"

(End of this chapter)