Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 110 One Person's Revenge

"Listen, Neville - you go back to Ron, grab a couple of broomsticks from the room with the flying key, they'll carry you through the trapdoor, past the armor - go straight to the owl shack, send Hedwig is going to send a letter to Dumbledore, we need him to rescue—or any professor in the school, if it doesn't work, you should go to Dean McGonagall—do you remember everything, Neville? Wei?"

Neville was too shocked to speak, he was still staring at the two bottles on the table in a daze.

"Sorry, Neville."

Hermione could only whisper: "But I really can't write to Mrs. Longbottom and tell him the bad news about you, no matter what. It's not you who should take the risk, your parents are still waiting And you. Remember? They're on the verge of healing, and they're all waiting to see you."

"Feel sorry."

Hermione turned and said, unable to bear to meet Neville's eyes.

"Neville, sorry"

Just as she was about to pass through the black flames, she suddenly heard Neville's shout from behind.

"then!"

Hermione hurriedly turned her head, she saw something thrown at her by Neville, and subconsciously caught it with both hands.

It was an old wand that seemed to have been used for many years.

"This is my father's wand."

Hermione saw that the shock on Neville's face had disappeared, leaving only concern in his eyes.

"It will bless you." Neville said, "Just like it has always protected me, even if I have a bad memory, I can live well until now."

"I'm going to find Dean McGonagall now, and I'll be back soon."

After saying these words, Neville ran away in a hurry, running back along the purple flame.

"thanks."

Hermione whispered thanks in words no one could hear.

Ever since Neville offered to jump into the trapdoor first, Hermione knew he had really made up his mind this time.

But as far back as he could remember, Neville's parents were two patients on the hospital bed, and this was the first time they finally had the chance to get along normally.

Hermione really couldn't bear to puncture this hope, which would make her regret it for the rest of her life.

She stared at the wooden door behind the black flames, whispering incessantly: "It will be fine, it will be fine."

Hermione, who never felt as courageous as Harry and Ron, had been terrified from the start—she had been terrified before Hogwarts.

She was afraid because she was a Muggle-born, and worried that she would not be as good as a freshman from a wizarding family, so she memorized all the textbooks before school started, but even so, after officially entering the school, she dared not There is no slight relaxation, and I hurry up to study every day, for fear that I will not be able to compare with others-and thus be discriminated against.

Hermione was afraid that she would be discriminated against and that she would become out of tune with Hogwarts. This was what she feared the most, and she didn't change until she was imprisoned by Professor Highmore for the first time.

Because after that confinement she finally made two real friends - Harry and Ron, who gave Hermione more courage and made her change her fear from Hogwarts to failing the exam .

Now, what Hermione was afraid of was that her parents might lose sight of her.

"If only I could learn the Oblivion Charm."

Even at this moment, it didn't occur to Hermione to turn and run.

The man who wanted to steal the Philosopher's Stone was Voldemort.

Hermione knew that Harry must be on the other side of the door—because he was the Boy Who Lived, his disappearance must have had something to do with Voldemort.

So Hermione did something more courageous than lying in front of the black devil.

That time, the person she really wanted to help was herself, so that she could have an excuse to be expelled from Hogwarts and leave this school that made her feel only cold.

Only this time. Only this time!
Hermione pushed the door open and entered the last room.

She is for-

"Ok?"

Hermione's mind suddenly became messy, Harry's figure was erased from her mind like an eraser, and turned into an empty room in front of her eyes.

Where is Harry?
Where is the Sorcerer's Stone?

why there is nothing
She walked quickly into the center of the room, then turned her head, and finally saw the Mirror of Erised standing by the door, her eyes widened quickly - usually this face can only be seen on Ron.

In the mirror of the Mirror of Erised, Hermione didn't see her own figure, but instead saw Harry tied to the chair, and standing beside him, her eyes kept sweeping back and forth Quirrell!
These two people inexplicably appeared in the picture of the mirror—Hermione, who was spinning her head quickly, understood what was going on in an instant. She immediately pulled out her wand, pointed at Quirrell in the mirror, and shouted: " Let go of Harry - Quirrell, you - I thought you were a good man!"

However, Quirrell in the mirror didn't seem to hear Hermione's words at all, and only Harry was looking at Hermione on the other side of the mirror—but it didn't seem to be staring at each other, but Harry was forcibly fixed I was unable to turn my head and gaze.

Hermione yelled again, she moved quietly, but the two people in the mirror did not respond at all.

What exactly happened here?
Hermione threw herself in front of the mirror, and then quickly withdrew her hand to break the mirror—she wasn't sure what would happen when she broke the mirror, what if Harry couldn't get out?
At this moment, Hermione almost thought that she was hallucinating—the whole room flickered from the top of her head to the floor, and Hermione felt as if she was going to faint just by looking at those glowing intricate patterns. There was a feeling of nausea and discomfort in her heart—she saw all the patterns converge on the mirror surface of the Mirror of Erised in a casual glance, and with the light flickering in the room, she vaguely saw One Two Three Four...
is seven.

This is a seven-pointed star magic circle.

But Professor Haimer clearly said in class that this does not exist.
At this moment, Hermione suddenly heard someone say to herself: "If I were you, I wouldn't try to recall the magic circle just now, Miss Granger. Not all ancient magic is harmless, I I believe you should have known this long ago."

While the light of the magic circle was dimming, another figure suddenly appeared beside Hermione, as if conjured out of thin air.

"Professor Highheimer?"

Hermione yelled in fear and joy until she noticed the scratches on Professor Highmore's face: "Professor, are you injured?"

"A trivial accident is a 'surprise' left by the horse people."

Toby walked up to the mirror and said, "Baek Hsun will leave scars, and it will be better to wait for the treatment after returning to the school hospital. A tidy appearance can reduce the enemy's vigilance, and it is not so easy for people to be vigilant. Facts have proved that this method Very effective, especially in front of dark wizards."

"Horseman?" Hermione subconsciously blocked the second half of the thrilling words, but even so, all the joy in her eyes disappeared.

She noticed that something was wrong with Professor Haimer's state at this time, and he was more gloomy and calm than before.

What's even more frightening is that she just remembered that Professor Haimo threatened the centaur in the Forbidden Forest during the last Forbidden Forest.

Could it be that.
Hermione couldn't help thinking the worst - Professor Highmore killed the centaurs -?
However, Toby seemed to know what Hermione was thinking, and added a little gentleness to his calm tone: "This is not what you think, on the contrary, I have been deliberately avoiding similar things from happening. The influence is already deep enough, and there is no need to speed up the process. Perhaps, I should have done this earlier when Lily first persuaded me."

Professor Highmore's voice was getting weaker, and Hermione panicked again when she heard the word "enough"-this news didn't sound very good, and it couldn't be comforting at all-or did Highmore Is the professor's usual way of comforting people so direct?
The panic quickly turned into panic when Hermione saw Quirrell in the mirror take a red gem from Harry's trouser pocket.

"Professor Highmore!"

Hermione shouted anxiously at Toby, who was in deep thought: "Isn't that the Sorcerer's Stone? Quirrell has already got it, stop him!"

But Toby was just staring at the mirror, and Hermione was horrified to see a smile appear on his face.

Hermione thought that Voldemort had taken Professor Highmore under his command at some point, until she heard Professor Highmore asking herself a question, which pulled her back from the terrifying fantasy to the rigorous classroom.

"Remember the wooden swords you used for dueling when you were first imprisoned?"

"Remember, Professor," Hermione replied with a guilty conscience. She played a trick secretly during that confinement, but judging from the later signs, it was still discovered by Professor Highmore.

As for the wooden swords they used in the duel—a special magic circle was engraved on those wooden swords—it would only cause pain to the victim, but no real injury.

"It's all the same thing."

Toby said calmly, and he moved closer to the mirror so that he could observe what Quirrell was doing more clearly.

"Everything that happens in the mirror is false, it only reveals the deepest desires of those imprisoned, and it is also their deepest secret."

"I've been waiting for this moment for a long time"

To be honest, Hermione has never seen Voldemort with her own eyes, but compared with Quirrell in the mirror, Professor Highmore standing beside her is undoubtedly more terrifying.

Hermione was so glad it wasn't Professor Highmore locked in the mirror, she couldn't even imagine what she was seeing.

She should indeed be grateful for this.

Because Toby had been waiting for this moment—

In order to completely eradicate pure-blood supremacy, but also for revenge.

The revenge that belongs only to him.

(End of this chapter)