Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 149 Monsters in the Darkness
Before night fell, the news that the Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch players were going to be imprisoned spread all over the campus, but the person they offended was still Professor Highmore, and Slytherin House was also affected by it. Fifty points were deducted!
It's a catch-all!

The students were shocked by this, and they were discussing what the confinement was going to be about tonight - until they heard that Professor Highmore was going to don the pharaoh mask himself to teach the students.
Well, no one dared to continue asking. They even made up their minds to hide away, the farther the better, so as not to be affected.

After dinner, Wood called all the Gryffindor players in the common room and wanted to cheer them on, but even Hermione couldn't stand it-yes, she was also involved in the fight , also need to be locked up.

"Stop it, Wood." Hermione persuaded: "I have worked as a proofreader for Professor Highmore, um... I have also been locked up twice, this time is not bad, at least we know that we are going to meet soon For something, it's better to spend all the time preparing the magic circle, maybe—well, I know it's not very good to say this, but maybe there is still a chance."

Wood's face was so pale that even the twins were in no mood to joke - compared to Harry and the others, they could be regarded as senior students, and Professor Highmore never showed mercy to senior students, on the contrary, he was even stricter. .

"I will pray for you." Neville, who was watching, could only say so.

Harry couldn't even force a smile, so he just nodded gloomily.

On the other side, in the principal's office.

"It's only been a year!"

Snape kept walking up and down in front of Dumbledore, he accused angrily: "Look at what he has done?! Now he is going to break the rules in front of you! Don't you just sit back and watch?" Look, do nothing?!"

Dumbledore stared at Fox, who was getting older, and he said calmly: "I thought you knew him, Severus. Once Toby made up his mind, it was very difficult for him to change. He refused, even It is to resist the idea of ​​going against his own will. He never discusses with others, more, it is just a simple notification. I believe you have a deep understanding of this."

But Snape couldn't help becoming even more angry, and he was like a gloomy old bat.

Once again, he gritted his teeth and asked, "So you're just watching, planning to do nothing?!"

Dumbledore slowly closed his eyes, feeling a little tired.

Once again, he was seen as omnipotent.

"Yes," he said softly, "I'm not going to stop Toby, he's been showing more and more resistance to the idea of ​​me having a good talk. Do you remember the last time this happened, he did Did something happen? Need I remind you again?"

Dumbledore opened his eyes again, his light blue eyes met Snape's, ignored the warning contained therein and continued: "Almost, almost, he killed Petunia himself, if it wasn't for the later Hunted by the Death Eaters, he really managed to do it."

Snape had no mercy for this, he said coldly: "It's all her own fault, that damned Muggle has always been jealous of Lily, Toby just wanted to give Lily a sigh of relief, if it wasn't for... if it wasn't"

Snape suddenly couldn't continue talking anymore, his expression became extremely painful.

"You meant to say that you would do it too, didn't you?" Dumbledore asked, but then he shook his head again: "No, it's not that simple. It's just that Toby wanted us to see Yes, not the whole truth. The truth is only known to a few people, and Lily is one of them."

"Otherwise, she won't really draw a line with Toby later on. You and I both know how difficult this decision is for Lily. She will never give up on her friends so easily."

"all in all--"

Dumbledore signaled Snape to sit on the chair opposite the desk with his eyes, but Snape, who was already extremely angry, refused to listen to him at all, turned around directly, and left the office angrily.

Dumbledore looked back at Fawkes, who groaned.

"But what can I do?"

Dumbledore repeated what Toby had said in a low voice, as if he was talking to himself: "I know that Toby doesn't want me to become the White Devil, but in the same way, I don't want to see the birth of the Black Devil with my own eyes." .”

"After all, that's already happened once."

At nine o'clock in the evening, members of the Quidditch teams from the two houses, plus Ron and Hermione, arrived at the door of the ancient office.

There was an aura of confrontation between the two sides, and no one was willing to admit defeat, but they reached a very similar consensus on the matter of knocking on the door-no one was willing to go forward and knock on the door to the door of terror. The door, not to mention that everyone knew that Professor Highmore was waiting for them there.

Just when they thought that time would continue to drag on, the door suddenly opened automatically, and the two sides took a step back in tacit understanding again, both of them were frightened.

“Something seems wrong”

Ron hid behind Hermione and said, and was dragged to him by the angry Hermione when he turned his head.

Not only he could see that something was wrong, everyone could see it—the ancient magic office was dark and the lights were not turned on.Only the beam of light from the corridor poured in, shining impartially on the pharaoh's coffin facing the door, watching everyone silently, making them feel chills in their hearts.

At the critical moment, Wood dared to say: "Don't be like those cowards, let's go, it's time for us to go in."

His legs were still shaking as he said this, but no one could laugh.

The Gryffindors walked into the dark office first, and Slytherin shrewdly followed behind them instead of going first.

Malfoy, who was at the back of the line, was the last to come in, and just as he stepped over the threshold, the door slammed shut behind him, startling everyone.

In the pitch-dark environment, Malfoy couldn't help but want to pull the door open, but it seemed that some kind of spell had been cast on it, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it away.

"We're locked up." He said in horror, he couldn't see anyone, he could only hear the sound of gasping for air from around him.

At this moment, there was a strange rustling sound, as if something was slowly opening.

"Professor Highmore?"

Fred shouted as if grabbing a life-saving straw: "Is it you, Professor Highmore?!"

No one responded to him.

George couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "I said, aren't we here for confinement today, but why did Professor Haimer do this—ah!"

There was a sudden shout, but there was no movement in the blink of an eye.

"Joe George?" Fred called in a trembling voice, "George, where have you been hiding? It's not funny at all."

"Hush!" Harry said suddenly, "Listen, what's going on here?"

It was a voice, a creepy, breathless, cold, malevolent voice.

"Come here let me tear you tear you. kill you"

Immediately afterwards, the previous weird rustling sound sounded again.

Harry didn't dare to move. He tried to keep his eyes wide open, but he couldn't see anything clearly.

But inexplicably, Harry felt something standing in front of him.

He was sure it wasn't any of the crowd.

Because of the monster in the dark, not breathing at all.

He was still looking into his eyes.

It seems that there is only face-to-face distance.

(End of this chapter)