People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 394: Rupert Grint Enrolls

"Maybe," said Ron. "I don't know that Lance Weasley. But his last name is Weasley, and Dumbledore gave him a pass to Hogwarts."

As he spoke, he walked towards the dormitory.

Just as he expected, everyone now began to become curious about Rupert Grint and that Lance Weasley.

He was not prepared to be watched like a monkey on a show.

After sitting on the bed, he said to Harry who followed him in, "I also got a piece of information. Rupert Grint and Lance Weasley also know Devon Longbottom, Professor Malfoy, and Draco. There are portraits showing that they have been communicating with each other for a long time."

"And you know them?" Harry was surprised.

In his senses, Professor Malfoy, who had never introduced himself by his full name, and Neville's relatives smelled different from other wizards.

Their magical magnetic field is also very strange. If the magical magnetic field of a normal wizard is a calm lake, theirs is a turbulent river.

If we connect this with Draco's abnormal behavior after the summer vacation,
Does this mean that all these abnormalities come from one factor?

"Then I should go ask Draco."

As he said this, a blank parchment on the table that was pressed down appeared with words, and then it automatically folded into a thousand paper cranes and flew out of the window.
"Your move is even better than spell cards." Ron exclaimed.

Spell card magic is good in every way except that it is too rigid. Although it can be personalized and controlled, it is too difficult.

"It's not all because of my own excellence," Harry said, and he wasn't being modest.

Until now he still remembers the feeling of transforming in the cocoon of light.

In general, it is a force similar to group thought that is materialized after the wizards gather together and trust in the prophecy of the savior from the bottom of their hearts.

It was just a miracle of chance.

It just happened to be him.

"Ah, here comes Draco." He stood up at the right moment.

Although Draco had just walked up to the Fat Lady's portrait, he had already sensed Draco's unique emotional magical magnetic field.

"So fast." Ron was a little surprised.

"He might have been planning to look for you," Harry opened the dormitory door and waved to Draco who had already entered the common room, "after seeing the report in the Daily Prophet."

"Harry, you looked for me--" Draco ran to the dormitory door and waved the letter in his hand.

Although the letter only said that if there were any questions, Draco had actually guessed that this might be related to Rupert Grint.

So, after entering the dormitory and sitting on Harry's bed and exchanging a few words, he began to tell him all about this magic.

"So, sixth-year me and the ex-Muggle who's playing me are living in my house?" Ron's mouth was almost open.

However, what he could not understand the most was why he only discovered passively that Scabbers was Peter Pettigrew in the third grade, and why his father, Dumbledore, was so cowardly.

He also wondered why Harry and Hermione were so stupid. Why didn't they tell the teacher but had to do it themselves?

Compared with these, the god behind the scenes, the magic fairy, the spell cards, and everything in the interstellar world are too lofty and have a sense of unrealistic.

Also, there's no way Ginny, who looks so ordinary, would be with Harry.

If he were a girl, he would also choose Basil instead of Harry.

"Bajir is dead?" Harry couldn't accept this.

He couldn't imagine Bajir dying at the hands of a werewolf.

Even now, Bagir is like a towering mountain that reaches into the sky with no peak in sight.

Compared to this, Voldemort's death at the hands of another Voldemort was not a big deal.

After all, even if Voldemort in his prime appeared before him, he now had the confidence that he could defeat him.

"That's only in movies and novels. I guess the author of the novel doesn't want a character better than you." Draco comforted, "After all, if there really was a Baldwin in Voldemort, he would just be a clown who shouted loudly, 'I will definitely come back again'."

"Unable to become the terrifying character the author intended."

"To be honest, I was also shocked when I heard what big Neville told me about what happened in the mirror in the headmaster's office."

"If my father was that brave, he might have been sent to Azkaban before I grew up."

"That way at least your dad's still alive," said Ron. "He's safer in Azkaban."

Draco nodded. "That's how it should be. He shouldn't have spent money to clear his name back then."

"I wonder if Dumbledore will allow us to go to the movies too." Harry was very curious.

The description of words is always empty and pale in front of the picture.

He really wanted to see what that self looked like.

What kind of personality would he have if he grew up in a happier environment?

"He will definitely agree." Ron said, "Besides Ariana, Basil, and Grindelwald, you are the one he values ​​most."

"Even if he doesn't agree to our request, we can still go find me 'myself'."

"Next month, the other world will be connected to our world," Draco said with some yearning, "I must go to that Hogwarts to take a look then."

Harry felt more confident after hearing this.

Even if it was just to learn about the information of the other world, Dumbledore would let them watch the movie.

In fact, the professors of Hogwarts, four deans to be exact, are watching a movie in their offices right now.

"Stupid Muggles, and the same goes for the magical world they made up." Snape raised his hooked nose.

It’s a travesty for him to be more competent in the movie.

This was like exposing his preference for cold violence and vicious words towards students in front of other colleagues, publicly punishing them.

"But it turns out that Sirius in every world is just as stupid and ugly."

He was very satisfied with this. Although the Sirius in the movie looked handsome, he was ugly compared to the handsome version of Sirius in their world, which even Snape had to admit.

Professor Flitwick stroked his black hair sadly. "How could they think I was an old man with a white beard?"

Professor McGonagall didn't care how old she was. She just said with some relief, "Fortunately, the Harry, Ron, and Hermione in our world didn't mess around like they did in the movies. Fortunately, there's Basil."

Professor Sprout was more concerned about the differences between the magical plants in the two worlds. She wanted to know some details about the relationship between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, but she couldn't express it clearly, so she said nothing.

After sighing, Snape asked, "Dumbledore, are you sure the Dark Lord is dead?"

Dumbledore nodded.

Snape smiled, a rare smile. "That's great. What about the Horcrux?"

Dumbledore said, "As for the Horcrux, I have a guess. It now belongs completely to Harry."

"What?" x4
The four Heads of Hogwarts looked up.

"I'm afraid that's true. According to my investigation, the only Horcrux left is the Hufflepuff cup (Professor Sputlow muttered in dissatisfaction)." Dumbledore paused, "It is now in the Lestrange family's vault at Gringotts in the UK."

"I have done a field investigation. After the main body died, the Horcrux was still just a Horcrux. Its effectiveness was still very good. It did not activate and become a life as I expected."

"Potter is not a Horcrux?" Snape discovered the blind spot.

If he had not been told first that Voldemort was dead, when he knew that Harry was a Horcrux, he almost wanted to give Dumbledore an Avada.

Dumbledore nodded, "Harry is no longer a living Horcrux. After that incident, he is now probably what is called a subject." "Does that mean Mr. Potter has a Horcrux out of thin air?" asked Professor McGonagall.

"If the cup belongs to Harry Potter, I think he feels it," said Professor Sprout, head of Hufflepuff House.

"Yes," said Dumbledore, "In fact, I have moved the Horcrux to a safe location."

He gave it to Bajir and asked Bajir to deposit it in the dream world, the law school of good demons.

(In the Good Devil Law School.)
(On the top of the bookshelf next to the magic book called "Storyteller" that writes the fate of the fairy tale kingdom, a small golden cup with a badger pattern is shining on it.)
A muscle in Snape's face twitched in impatience.

In his opinion, Dumbledore was sick again.

Since Harry is immortal because of the Horcrux, Dumbledore plans to grasp the key to Harry's immortality and give it to himself and his descendants for safekeeping.

Professor McGonagall felt that now that all the important things had been discussed, it was time to discuss the key person of the night.

"Dumbledore," she said, "do you think it is appropriate to have a man who is almost 30 years old come to Hogwarts? Molly has been in bad news because of him."

"As long as they have talent, Hogwarts will not refuse admission to anyone." Dumbledore said, "As for Molly, I have already warned Rita Skeeter. I'm afraid you won't see her in the newspapers in the next three months."

"You mean Rita Skeeter?" Snape raised his eyebrows. "Fortunately, our headmaster is not a person who can be trampled on by anyone."

"I mean day students," said Professor McGonagall. "Even though there are students living not far away in Hogsmeade, there have never been any day students."

"Hogwarts has never had a werewolf or half-giant enrolled before," Dumbledore said. "Mr. Grint is an adult, about the same age as some of the professors. He also contributed key memories, so it's no big deal for him to be able to go to school in a more relaxed and free manner."

"Minerva, didn't you also acknowledge the position of our Mr. Malfoy from another world as his assistant after knowing that he was actually another fifth-year student at Hogwarts?"

"That's because of his contribution--" Professor McGonagall was speechless.

"Well," Dumbledore waved his wand, and the peaceful Pensieve began to swirl again. "Let us watch the film again, at a normal speed, before the banquet tonight."

Snape glanced at Dumbledore's wand.

He wasn't intrigued by the fact that Dumbledore used a more 'backward' wand instead of spell cards.

This is the Elder Wand after all, the legendary Deathly Hallows.

But because the Elder Wand could even be broken in the movie, he didn't care too much about it.

I also don't think the resurrection stone can really bring people back to life.

Besides, since Lily had already been resurrected, he didn't say anything else.

5:55pm.

All eyes were focused on the door of the auditorium.

The Sorting Hat under the guest of honor seat proved that the rumors in the newspapers and on campus were true.

They were all looking forward to the arrival of the boy with the adult face.

Especially Filch, whose lightbulb eyes seemed about to bulge out of their sockets.

After reading the newspaper, he realized that the bearded Lance Weasley that day was actually Rupert Grint, a 12-year-old boy who was cursed by his age.

It's despicable that a faculty member like him was deceived before he even enrolled in school!
At first glance, he is a similar character to the Weasley twins.

As expected, he is their relative!

Mrs. Norris, who was beside Filch's legs, seemed to sense her master's mood. She meowed twice and began to move between his legs, rubbing against him.

I don’t know how much time had passed, it seemed like a century.

The door finally creaked open.

A tall, red-haired middle-aged man appeared in front of everyone.

"Please allow me to introduce our new student," Dumbledore stood up, "Rupert Grint. I'm sure everyone has heard about him."

He plans to use the setting that Rita Skeeter gave to Grint.

In fact, he had even prepared a written record at St. Mungo's.

"I'd like to say this in advance. Due to his illness, he will be allowed to stay at home in the coming days, except for classes."

"I don't want everyone to disturb his normal studies because of this."

After he finished speaking, Dumbledore led the applause.

Thunderous applause rang out in the auditorium.

Rupert's mouth twitched.

He already knew his settings by the afternoon.

He walked to the Sorting Hat amid the applause and took a deep breath.

So be it.

He encouraged himself in his heart, put on the Sorting Hat, and sat on the high stool.

There was darkness in front of him.

Gryffindor has a huge headache, this thought flashed through his mind.

"Very good, full of passion for magic, kind and innocent at heart."

Me? Innocence? I'm almost 30?

Rupert began to doubt the Sorting Hat's assessment.

In the entertainment industry, his relationships with men and women are actually a bit confusing.

He might be considered a good guy in this circle.

But from a normal person's perspective
"I am the greatest magic hat ever made. I have never made a mistake!"

"Gryffindor!"

Rupert took off his hat, feeling confused. Is this the end?

Not Hufflepuff?

Judging from the comments, he is a student of Hufflepuff House.

Thinking this, he walked towards the Gryffindor table.

His thoughts were still a little confused until he sat down.

"Hello, I'm Ron Weasley."

A voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Then there was a whisper.

"Another actor of mine."

Rupert's body trembled as if he had been electrocuted. "What are you doing——"

However, when he turned his head
His eyes passed over the tall boy who should be Ron, the more handsome and holy-looking Harry, and the charming and charming Fleur with silver hair that seemed to dance in the air.
"Is that Badger Granger?"

He didn't notice that his voice suddenly became extremely dry.

(End of this chapter)