Rupert Grint Enrolls at Hogwarts

"Perhaps," Ron said. "I don't know this Lance Weasley. But he does have the Weasley surname, Dumbledore even gave him a Hogwarts pass."

As he spoke, he walked toward the dormitory.

Just as he had expected, everyone was now becoming curious about Rupert Grint and Lance Weasley.

He was not prepared to be watched by others like a monkey performing a circus act.

After sitting on the bed, he said to Harry, who had followed him in, "I also got some information that Rupert Grint and Lance Weasley know Lumbaton, Professor Malfoy, Draco. There are portraits showing them talking together for a long time."

"You know them?" Harry asked in surprise.

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

Their Magic Field is also very strange. If the Magic Field of a normal wizard is like a calm lake, theirs is like a rushing river.

If we connect this to the strange things Draco experienced after the summer vacation...

Could this mean that all these anomalies stem from a single factor?

"Then I should go ask Draco."

As he spoke, words appeared on a blank parchment that had been pressed down on the table, then automatically folded into a paper crane and flew out the window.

"Your move is even better than the spell cards," Ron exclaimed.

Spell cards are great in every way, but they're too rigid. While they can be personalized and controlled, they're just too difficult to use.

"It's not entirely because I'm good at it," Harry said, not as a sign of modesty.

He still remembers the feeling of his transformation in the cocoon of light.

In general, it is a force similar to a collective ideology that materializes from the wizards' heartfelt trust in the Prophecy the Chosen One.

This was just a chance miracle.

It just so happens to be him.

"Ah, Draco's here." He stood up at the opportune moment.

Although Draco had only just reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, he could already sense Draco's unique, emotional Magic Field.

"So fast." Ron was somewhat surprised.

"He might have been planning to contact you anyway," Harry, opening the dormitory door and waving to Draco had already entered the common room, "After seeing the Daily Prophet's report."

"Harry, you wanted to see me—" Draco ran to the dormitory door and waved the letter in his hand.

Although the letter only said to ask him if there were any problems, Draco had already guessed that it might be related to Rupert Grint.

So, after entering the dormitory, sitting on Harry's bed, and exchanging a few pleasantries, he began to recount all this magic.

"So, I, in sixth grade, and the former Muggle who plays me, are living in my house?" Ron's mouth was practically agape.

However, what he couldn't understand the most was why he only passively discovered that Scabbers was Peter and his father, Dumbledore such a coward?

He also wondered why Harry and Hermione were so stupid, why they didn't tell the teacher and insisted on doing it themselves.

Compared to these, the Behind-the-Scenes God, the fairies, the spell cards, and everything in the Starry World seem too lofty and unrealistic.

Also, Ginny couldn't possibly be so ordinary-looking that she would end up with Harry.

If he were a girl, he would also choose Basil, not Harry.

"Basil is dead?" Harry couldn't accept it.

He couldn't imagine that Basil would die at the hands of a Werewolf.

Even now, Basil is like a towering mountain that reaches into the clouds, with no visible peak.

Compared to that, it's not such a big deal that Voldemort died at the hands of another Voldemort.

After all, even if Voldemort were to appear before him at his peak, he was confident he could defeat him now.

"That's just in movies and novels. I guess the novelists didn't want a character better than you," Draco comforted him. "After all, if Basil really existed, Voldemort would just be a buffoon shouting 'I'll be back!'"

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

"To be honest, I was also shocked when I heard big Neville recount what happened in the mirror in the Headmaster's Office."

"If my dad had been that brave, he might have ended up in Azkaban before I even grew up."

"That way your father is at least still alive," Ron said. "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 wondered.

Verbal descriptions always seem empty and pale in the face of visual imagery.

He really wanted to see what he looked like.

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

"He'll definitely agree," Ron said. "Besides Ariana, Basil, and that Grindelwald, you're the one he values most."

"Even if he doesn't agree, we can go to 'myself'."

"Next month, the other world will be connected to our world," Draco with some longing. "I definitely want to go and see Hogwarts then."

Hearing this gave Harry a bit more confidence.

Even if it's just to learn about another world, Dumbledore will let them watch movies.

In fact, the professors at Hogwarts, or more precisely, the four heads of the house, are currently watching a movie in their offices.

"Foolish Muggle, their fabricated magical world is just as bad." Snape raised his hooked nose.

The fact that he was more competent in the movie was ironic to him.

This is like publicly humiliating his behavior of using passive-aggressive and sarcastic language towards students in front of his other colleagues.

"However, Sirius is just as stupid and ugly in every world."

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

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

Professor McGonagall didn't seem to care how old she looked; she simply said with some relief, "Fortunately, Harry, Ron, Hermione in our world didn't act like they did in the movies. Thank goodness we have Basil."

Professor Sprout was more interested in the differences between the Magical Plant of the two worlds. She was curious about the details between Dumbledore and Grindelwald but didn't feel comfortable speaking up, so she said nothing.

After finishing his reflection, Snape asked, "Dumbledore, are you sure the Dark Lord is dead?"

Dumbledore nodded.

Snape rarely smiled. "That's great. The Horcrux?"

Dumbledore said, "I have a guess about the Horcrux; it now belongs entirely to Harry."

"What?" x4

The four heads of Hogwarts all looked up.

"That's probably true. According to my investigation, the only Horcrux left is Hufflepuff's Cup (Professor Sprout muttered in dissatisfaction)." Dumbledore paused, "It's currently in the Lestrange family's vault at Gringotts in England."

"I have conducted an on-site investigation. After the main body dies, the Horcrux remains just Horcrux; its effects are still working well, but it has not come to life as I had expected."

"Potter isn't Horcrux?" Snape discovered the blind spot.

If he hadn't been told first that Voldemort was dead, he almost gave Dumbledore an Avada when he learned that Harry was Horcrux.

Dumbledore nodded. "Harry is no longer a living Horcrux. After that incident. He's probably become what's called the subject now."

"So, Mr. Potter suddenly possesses a Horcrux?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"If the Golden Cup belongs to Harry Potter, I think he feels that way," said Professor Sprout, Headmaster of Hufflepuff.

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

He gave it to Basil, asking Basil to store it in the world of dreams, in that School of Good and Evil.

(At the School of Good and Evil.)

(At the top of the bookshelf next to the Grimoire titled "The Storyteller," which chronicles the fate of the Fairy Tale Kingdom, a small golden cup with a badger pattern is Winky.)

Snape's facial muscles twitched impatiently.

In his view, Dumbledore was having another episode.

Because Harry is immortal due to the Horcrux, Dumbledore intends to seize the key to Harry's immortality and entrust it to himself and his descendants.

Professor McGonagall felt that since the important matters had been discussed, it was time to talk about the key figures of the evening.

"Dumbledore," she said, "Do you think it's appropriate for someone who's almost 30 to attend Hogwarts? Molly has had bad news because of him."

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

"You mean Rita Skeeter?" Snape raised an eyebrow. "Thankfully, our headmistress isn't some pushover."

"I'm referring to day students," Professor McGonagall said. "Even though there are students who live in nearby Hogsmeade, there have never been any day students."

"Hogwarts didn't have Werewolf before, Half-blood- Giant enrolled," Dumbledore said. "Mr. Glint is an adult, about the same age as some of the professors, and he contributed crucial memories, so it's not a big deal that he can attend school in a more relaxed and free way."

"Minerva, didn't you also acknowledge Mr. Malfoy's position as an assistant teacher from another world, after learning that he was actually a fifth-year student at another Hogwarts?"

"That's because of his contributions—" Professor McGonagall was somewhat speechless.

"Alright," Dumbledore waved his wand, and the calm Pensieve swirled again. "Let's watch the movie one more time, at normal speed, before the evening banquet."

Snape glanced at Dumbledore's wand.

He wasn't curious that Dumbledore used a more 'outdated' wand instead of spell cards.

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

But because the Elder Wand could even be broken in the movie, he didn't pay much attention to it.

They also do not believe that the Resurrection Stone can truly bring someone back to life.

Since Lily had already been resurrected, he didn't say anything more.

5:55 PM.

All eyes were focused on the Great Hall door.

The Sorting Hat under the High Table proved the rumors in the newspapers and on campus to be true.

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

Filch, in particular, had eyes that looked like they were about to bulge out.

After reading the newspaper, he realized that the bearded Lance Weasley from that day was actually Rupert Grint, a 12-year-old boy under the curse of age.

It's despicable that they deceived a faculty member like him before he even enrolled!

He looks like someone from the Weasley twins.

No wonder they're relatives!

As if sensing her master's mood, Mrs. Norris was beside Filch's legs, meowed twice and began to scurry between his legs, rubbing against him.

I don't know how much time passed, it felt like a century.

The door finally creaked open.

A tall, red-haired middle-aged man appeared before everyone.

"Please allow me to introduce our new classmate," Dumbledore rose, "Rupert Grint. I'm sure you all already know about him."

He plans to use the character design Rita Skeeter gave to Grint.

In fact, he had even prepared written records of it in St Mungo's's.

"I'd like to mention in advance that, due to his illness, he will be allowed to stay at home in the coming days, except for attending classes."

"I don't want this to disrupt his normal studies."

After he finished speaking, Dumbledore led the applause.

Thunderous applause erupted in the Great Hall.

Rupert's lips twitched.

He already knew his setup in the afternoon.

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

That's settled then.

He mentally encouraged himself, put on the Sorting Hat, and sat on the high stool.

Everything was dark.

The thought, "Gryffindor really a headache," flashed through my mind.

"Very good, passionate about magic, kind and innocent."

Me? Innocent? I'm almost 30?

Rupert began to have doubts about the Sorting Hat's assessment.

His romantic relationships in the entertainment industry are actually quite chaotic.

He might be considered a good person in this circle.

But from the perspective of a normal person

"I am the greatest magic hat, I have never made a mistake!"

"Gryffindor!"

Rupert took off his hat, his mind in turmoil. Was it really over?

Not Hufflepuff?

Judging from the reviews, he must be a student at Hufflepuff.

With that thought in mind, he walked toward the Gryffindor table.

Even after he sat down, his thoughts were still somewhat confused.

"Hello, I am Ron Weasley."

A voice suddenly rang in his ear.

Then came a whisper.

"Another actor of mine."

Rupert jolted as if electrocuted, "How could you—"

However, when he turned his head

His gaze passed over the tall boy who should have been Ron, and the even more handsome Harry with his holy aura, and the captivatingly beautiful Phoebe with her silver hair that seemed to dance in mid-air.

"Is that Basil Granger?"

He didn't realize that his voice had suddenly become incredibly dry.