Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 140 The Second Group Photo

"Why am I here?"

After regaining consciousness again, Lockhart found himself standing in the armor corridor on the fourth floor. He remembered that he was going to find Toby Highmore, but he seemed to have forgotten something.

He looked around in confusion, and a strange armor caught his attention. The opponent was holding a long silver axe in his hand. From the direction of the visor, he seemed to be staring at him quietly. .

Lockhart walked towards the visor suspiciously, approaching step by step.

The armor's fingers tightened slightly, gripping the long ax even tighter.

At this moment, the bell for the end of get out of class rang suddenly, startling Lockhart. He took out a gorgeous pocket watch from his pocket, which was studded with precious stones.

He found that it was almost time for his class without knowing it.

"How did time go by so quickly?"

Lockhart was surprised, strode away from the armor and rushed to the office.

The cursed armor from last term stared at Lockhart's back for another moment, then slowly straightened itself as if nothing had happened.

At the same time, in the ancient magic office, it seemed that the place had been completely ravaged by a storm not long ago, and there were traces of damaged items everywhere.

Toby took out his wand and restored the destroyed tables and chairs in the house to their original state.

Al carefully stuffed the Pharaoh's mask back into his belly pocket.

"ah."

"Yeah, Al. The pharaoh mask is still the same. It's extremely powerful. Well, let's let Lockhart go for now. It's safer to use a rooster."

"ah?"

"Dumbledore? It's not because I'm afraid of Dumbledore - well, let's go, it's time to go to Hagrid and ask for cocks. I hope there are enough."

In the afternoon, Harry, who had finished herbal medicine class and transfiguration class in a row, was exhausted.

Herbalism class is okay, they just need to wear ear muffs to deal with mandrake - it's a powerful restorative, and crying can kill people.

Harry also met Hufflepuff's Justin Fenriely, who was a Muggle-born, in class.

Transformation class is different, this is an extremely difficult class, today is even more difficult.The students were required to turn beetles into buttons in class, which was impossible for anyone but Hermione.

"What class is this afternoon?" Harry secretly hoped it was History of Magic, so he could get a good night's sleep.

But Harry's hopes were quickly dashed.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts," said Hermione, looking very pleased.

"Huh," Ron said, grabbing her timetable, surprised, "Why do you circle Lockhart's classes with hearts?"

Hermione snatched back her timetable, flushing angrily.

Harry blinked, and he asked suspiciously: "I thought you admired Professor Highmore, besides, Lockhart's adventures are not as good as Professor Highmore's archeology, why do you worship him instead?"

"Stop it, Harry." Ron took out "Traveling with Vampires" in his schoolbag, pointed to the cover of Lockhart's smile on the book and said, "Just look at this, he is fascinated by this smile." My mum's and Hermione's, and perhaps Professor Highmore should smile more."

Hermione walked away angrily, leaving the two little boys secretly having fun.

But Harry's luck today was really bad.

When he and Ron followed Hermione into the cloudy yard, they found a little boy staring at him as if possessed.The boy was clutching something that looked like an ordinary Muggle camera.When Harry saw him, the boy's face flushed instantly.

"Hello, Harry? I'm—I'm Colin Creevey," he said breathlessly, taking a timid step forward. "I'm in Gryffindor too. Do you think—maybe —Can I take a picture of you?" He held up the camera expectantly.

"Photography?" Harry asked blankly.

"That way I can prove I saw you," said Colin eagerly, taking a few steps forward.

It turned out that Colin was a Muggle-born, and his father was a milkman. Both father and son did not believe in the existence of magic at first.And Colin learned about Harry Potter and the legendary stories that happened to him before coming to Hogwarts, so he wanted to get a group photo and Harry's signature so that he could send it to his father take a look.

"Signed photos? Are you sending signed photos, Potter?"

Draco Malfoy's loud, piercing voice echoed in the courtyard.He stopped behind Colin, flanked by his two big, menacing buddies: Crabbe and Goyle.At Hogwarts, these two were always by his side like bodyguards.

"Everyone line up!" Malfoy yelled at the crowd, "Harry Potter is sending out autographed photos!"

"No, I didn't," said Harry angrily, clenching his fists. "Shut up, Malfoy."

"You're jealous," snapped Colin, whose whole body was only as thick as Crabbe's neck.

They argued for a while, and soon, someone even more annoying than Draco appeared.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Gilderoy Lockhart strode towards them, his turquoise robe fluttering behind him, "Who's sending out autographed photos?"

Harry opened his mouth to explain, but Lockhart put an arm around his shoulder and said cheerfully, "Don't ask! We meet again, Harry!"

Clamped next to Lockhart, Harry was feverish from humiliation.He saw Malfoy retreating triumphantly into the crowd.

"Come on, Mr. Creevey," said Lockhart, addressing Creevey with a smile on his face. "It's a great deal for a couple, and we'll both sign for you—oh, wait a minute, what a coincidence." Well, we meet again, Professor Highmore, do you want to take a photo together?"

The students who had been watching the excitement spotted Professor Haimer in horror at the edge of the crowd, holding a screaming rooster in his hand.The moment they found him, the students stopped talking. They all lowered their heads, for fear of meeting Professor Haimer's gaze.And Malfoy had already sneaked away with his two followers.

"Picture?"

Toby looked at a few people, and suddenly he pinched the rooster's neck hard, and the rooster let out a scream and let its neck hang down, not sure if it was dead.

"Of course, take a photo."

Toby smiled and walked towards them, Lockhart subconsciously took a step back, Harry had already begun to admire Lockhart's courage - if it were him, he would have run to the limit by now.

But it may also be too late.

Toby walked quickly, standing beside Lockhart, putting Lockhart in the middle of the three, and graciously embracing Lockhart's shoulder.

Lockhart kept glancing at the cock who didn't know if it was dead, and he always felt that he would be the one whose neck would be strangled in the next second.

"Oh, Professor Highmore." It was hard for Toby, who was behaving abnormally, not to attract his attention. Lockhart smiled awkwardly; "So, we're all right?"

"What's all right?" Toby signaled Creevey to hold up the camera and ignore the cock in his hand.

"The opening dinner." Lockhart had to ask for confirmation: "I remember you mentioned a person named Angela that day, and said that it was because of our previous photo that she recognized you—"

"Oh, I remembered." Toby acted as if he had forgotten about it: "It was just a small misunderstanding-by the way, Professor Lockhart, what are you doing this morning? Preparing for lessons ?"

"It seems to be." Lockhart said uncertainly: "I can't remember, it seems to be blank for a while—"

"Okay!" Toby interrupted suddenly, and Creevey had already pointed his camera at them.

In the afternoon class bell, he reminded: "Smile, gentlemen."

Creevey pressed the shutter apprehensively—Harry, with a confused expression, subconsciously showed his shiny teeth, but Lockhart, whose eyes were still puzzled, and Toby, who was smiling, were frozen in the same frame.

(End of this chapter)