Although Hermione's favorability is rising, Yang An is not going to attack her.
It is worth mentioning that the attack on seniors is entirely because they are all adults.
Well, this is an insurmountable red line.
But the more Yang An is like this, the higher Hermione's evaluation of him will be.
The two of them are becoming more and more devoted. Whether it is knowledge or life, Yang An can perfectly answer the questions raised by Hermione.
Even Yang An's answers satisfy Hermione for sharp questions such as Muggles and Wizards.
Every biological existence in the ecosystem has its own reasons.
Although Muggles do not have magic, they can also use technology to sit as convenient as magic.
Although the wizard controls powerful power, he also lacks the ambition to be enterprising. Because he no longer needs external resources, everything can be self-sufficient, so he is closed to the country and keeps his feet on the ground.
If you have to say that you will be eliminated, it is not the Muggle, but the wizard who looks tall and arrogant.
In the UK, Muggle wizards and mixed-blood wizards among wizards reached more than 60% of the total wizard population, but only obtained 10% of the resources.
The pure blood wizard is also controlled by the work.
However, this situation will inevitably become more and more demands for Muggles and mixed-race wizards.
In the near future, there will be a struggle between two forces, including conservative pure blood and mixed-blood wizards who desire more living space.
If you are not reborn in the struggle, the wizards will eventually perish in silence.
When Muggles and mixed-race wizards take power, the conservatism and closure of the wizarding world will also change, and of course this closure may continue.
In the past, wizards did not contact Muggles because of Muggles' fear and ignorance. Now wizards have become the conservative and ignorant group, and closure has become protection.
Once you understand this, the Muggle wizard will try to remain closed as much as possible to maintain the wizard society from being annexed by the Muggle society.
Of course, it may also be open, but that is the future.
After listening to Yang An's faint narrative, Hermione was shocked. At least she had not thought about this issue seriously. The wizard is a maverick, and the idea of being alone has taken root in Hermione's heart.
She never thought about the collision of Muggle's technology and wizard magic.
"Mr. Weasley is right. He studied Muggle items and eventually turned into wizard items. This is correct and the future of wizards. Unfortunately, you see those foolish and conservative guys, but they sneer at it."
An Yang shook his head. He had contacted Mr. Weasley, of course, to let other men contact him. Unfortunately, Mr. Weasley did not intend to give up his work in the Ministry of Magic, and was also an unswerving supporter of Dumbledore.
But in the future, after Dumbledore's death, An Yang will consider taking over the Weasleys. "I never think that wizards are divided, although this concept has emerged from the branch office. Students are different because of the different colleges, which is ridiculous and sad."
Faced with Hermione's thirsty SpongeBob SquarePants, Yang An didn't mind saying more to her and injecting more of her own ideas. "Wizards themselves are a minority, and they are still decreasing, but the wizards are constantly quarrels because of ridiculous so-called bloodlines." "Can't the Muggle Wizard's life-seeking curse kill a pure-blooded wizard? Or Voldemort can survive if he is hit by the life-seeking curse." Yang An sneered, people will die. Unless it is not human, it is easier to do. Things that are not humans will become food for Yang An to become stronger. "Only unity can the wizard continue to continue. Only by absorbing and summarizing the advanced experience of Muggles can the wizard not become the once ignorant Muggles."
"Witches are already considered an endangered group. If internal strife continues, they may become the so-called indigenous people reserve in Muggle society when they come back, not necessarily." After Yang An said that, he stopped and gave the confused Hermione some time to think.
Hermione murmured for some time.
"I never thought about what you said. I don't think there is any problem either."
"Merlin, Yang, you are like a wise man. Could it be that I am really bound by ideas, so I feel that Slytherin is a bad person. They shouldn't treat you like this, and treat an existence that may have been sent by God to save the wizard."
Yang An shook his head, although the West seems to be open and advanced, he actually believes in the divine envoy, the savior sent by God.
"There has never been a savior, and the world of wizards does not need so-called nobles."
As he said, Yang An stood up and smiled, "This is just my personal opinion. Just listen to it, promise me not to tell others, and it will cause me a lot of trouble."
Hermione nodded immediately, her cheeks flushed slightly, "This is our secret, right? I will keep the secret for you."
"Good girl." Yang An praised and stretched out his hand, "It's time to leave now."
Hermione lowered her head and was embarrassed to mutter, "We are the same big as we are, don't do this."
"Where are we going?"
Hermione handed her hand to Yang An again, and she didn't think anything was there at all. Perhaps she felt that the two were so close that they were far beyond the distance of holding hands, after all, they had kissed them. "Quidigi World Cup." Yang An smiled, "You should not miss such a large event."
As soon as she heard Quidigi, Hermione's expression suddenly stiffened, and she lowered her head, looking hesitant.
"I really want to go."
"Don't worry." Yang An comforted Hermione, "It's very big, there are tens of thousands of people, you can't meet your friends at all. Besides, this is just a quarrel, there is no need to break up relationships like this, right? It's not a decision, unless you have made a decision."
Hermione nodded and looked at Yang An with her beautiful brown eyes. "Your mind and measure surprised me again. In comparison, Ron and the others are really like immature children, and they are still fighting with you."
"Who is not a child?" Yang An lowered her eyes, her slender eyelashes and facial features that marked hermione made her eyes unable to move away for a long time, and her heartbeat also accelerated. "But my parents are both Muggles, and I don't want to be a person under the lower class who is in danger of security in the future."
Hearing this, Hermione bit her lip. She just realized that Yang An's parents were Muggles, which means he was not pure blood or even mixed blood. He was just a Muggle wizard like her.
The distance between the two was further in, Hermione murmured, it turned out that we were all the same type of people.
Trying to prove ourselves, we have to work much more than ordinary people for this, but we are ridiculed and ridiculed.
Yang An proved herself with absolute strength, so ridicule turned into fear. What about her, what should she use to prove herself? What to use to break other people’s prejudices against Muggle Wizards?
Yang An took the thoughtful Hermione's hand and walked out before pushing open the door.
A sentence floated into Hermione's ears.
"The prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain."
This sentence made Hemin empathize.
At the door, Yang An held Hermione with both hands and said softly in front of the confused girl. "But happens that there is a fable called Yugong Moving Mountain in the country where I came from."
"What fable?" Hermione asked with her head raised, and the loss on her face made people feel distressed.
"Even if my lifespan is too short to move away from the 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, "I have exhausted all my ancestors, even the unshakable mountains will eventually be defeated by people's efforts."
This sentence fell in Hermione's ear, no less than a heavy hammer. She shuddered and watched Yang An's gaze change again, this time it turned into worship. "The prejudice in people's hearts is a big mountain, but even an unshakable mountain will be moved away with efforts."
The shock this sentence gave Hermione was unspeakable.
Don't worry about what Hermione wants.
Yang An took Hermione to launch the teleportation again, and the two figures disappeared on the streets of London in a blink of an eye.
Quidic World Cup Camp.
"Bang!"
With a blast, the two appeared near the swamp.
The swamp at night became colder, and you could vaguely hear the noise and noise coming from the camp in the distance. Mostly they are having a bonfire party.
He Min felt the cold and shivered and subconsciously leaned against Yang An.
"It's very cold here."
Seeing this, Yang An said, reaching out to pat Hermione on the shoulder.
A warm current penetrated into Hermione's body along Yang An's palm, and the cold and dampness quickly disappeared.
Hermione was obviously a little 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 always studied elemental magic, but in fact, there was no particular distinction between magic types, and most of them were only black magic and not black magic.
The concept of elemental magic was proposed by Yang An.
"Just convert the power of ancient magical literature." Seeing Hermione confused, Yang An said casually, raised his hand and drew a symbol in the void in the air.
The fiery red mysterious rune began to absorb magic power in the blink of an eye, and then exuded a burning force like a blazing flame.
The most new ⊥小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小小�
Although Hermione still doesn't understand the principle very well,
I want to learn!
"You can chat if you have time." Yang An said with a smile, and Hermione nodded with satisfaction and began to look around.
"Is this the Quidditch competition venue?" She seemed a little disappointed. After all, the reality seemed completely different from the game held in the magnificent architectural stadium in the imagination.
"This is the camp, and the place where magic is hidden there is the place where the Quidditch competition is held." Yang An explained and took Hermione toward the camp.
When the two of them walked through the long swamp and came to the camp.
A familiar figure was already waiting there.
It was the middle-aged man who met Yang An before who came here early after Yang An informed him.
Looking at Hermione, who was following Yang An with a messy hair but delicate cheeks, the middle-aged man did not show any abnormality and smiled, "Mr. Ticket."
Hermione observed the middle-aged man, thinking that he was from the Ministry of Magic, but she noticed the silver medal on the other party's chest, and the pattern of the World Tree was very eye-catching.
"Sir, are you not a staff member of the Ministry of Magic?"
The middle-aged man with a scar on his burly face squeezed out a gentle smile as much as possible. "I am an employee of the Birmingham Security Company and have been commissioned by the Ministry of Magic to help maintain order in the camp."
As he said that, the man took the ticket handed over by Yang An and casually confirmed it. "Sir, your tent is located in No. 4, Row 13, Area A. Welcome to watch the Quidditch World Cup." "Ten services are also available here." Hermione was a little surprised. "You can carry it yourself, or rent a tent that has been built." The middle-aged man explained casually, then bowed and left slightly.
Hermione took the simple map handed over by the other party, "This person gives me a more dedicated feeling than the employees of the Ministry of Magic."
Hearing Hermione muttered, Yang An smiled, "After all, it's a hired security staff, so it's normal to be more dedicated."
Hermione found the location of the tent from the map and volunteered to lead the way.
The two walked into the camp and saw many Irish people singing and dancing around the fire.
Hermione was watching novelty, and the lively camp also dispelled some of her fear. With Yang An by her side, Hermione felt much more at ease. "It's so lively here. Are they all wizards?" Hermione murmured.
"Well, they are all wizards who come from all over the country." Yang pulled Hermione and walked flexibly among many drunkards.
In addition to being famous in the cuisine, Daying is also a fan of football hooligans, and these wizards are no exception. Perhaps they should be called by a new noun.
Quidich hooligan.
In short, many wizards are drinking happily, and at this point they will be drunk or start to cause trouble.
I saw a man holding a wine bottle on the road ahead. Seeing the young Yang An and Hermione swaying over, just blocking the road between the two.
"Hey! Which team do you support?"
Hermione was a little scared and shrank towards Yang An.
Yang An tilted his head and looked at the other person expressionlessly, "Borrow it."
But the drunkard seemed to have no intention of giving way. Instead, he stared at the two of them with wide eyes, "Little kid, are you talking to me? I advise you to be polite to me"
"Bang!"
Before the other party could finish his words, Yang An had already raised his hand.
The other party seemed to be tugging at the leg by something, and he flipped over and hit a few times, and finally hit the edge of a tent.
This scene immediately attracted a lot of attention.
Several wizards in pajamas ran out of the tent to see what was going on.
"Let's go."
Yang An tilted his head and said to Hermione with wide eyes.
Hermione nodded and looked very gentle. Although Yang An had a bad temper on weekdays, Hermione still felt that he was too indifferent to his classmates, but he really encountered trouble.
Yang An dealt with the other party without saying a word, which made Hermione feel very safe. "That was very handsome just now," Hermione whispered.
Yang An smiled, just as the two continued to move forward in full view of everyone.
Behind the man who drank too much seemed to be awake, and found that he had been sneaked up by a little boy. He was furious and pulled out his wand directly. "Damn it, I want you to look good!"
As he said, the man was about to shoot at Yang An without knowing what spell he had recited.
Well, the curse is useless.
Because the wand was broken.
"Touch!" The chaotic magic that exploded exploded several fingers of the man's hand, without waiting for the man to scream.
Several wands were already pressed against his face.
Overside, a middle-aged man with a scar on his face appeared, and there were several team members around him. They stared at the man with cold frost on his face as if he was staring at the dead. "What do you want to do?" The man woke up a little bit of alcohol and said fearfully, with a painful face at the same time. "Take it away." The middle-aged man said casually, and before the drunkard could speak, a coma curse knocked him out.
The other party was dragged away like a dead dog.
The whole audience is silent!
The middle-aged man said coldly.
"Everyone, drink without causing trouble! Don't cause trouble!"
(End of this chapter)
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