Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 179 Change and Help

This time, he really angered Professor Haimer.

The trio were deliberately abandoned in the secret room for a whole night, and were rescued by three broomsticks thrown down the next morning.

At this time, they were in the common room, each of them was wrapped in thick blankets, and each held a cup of hot tea in his hand, dispelling the residual cold.

The three bowed their heads in silence.

At this time, Fred and George crawled in from the passage, and they looked very good.

"Hey! What's the matter with you?"

asked the twins, coming up next to Ron, each with an arm outstretched on his shoulder.

"Leave me alone," said Ron muffled.

"Oh, this really breaks my heart," Fred said exaggeratedly.

"Yeah, we thought you'd be happy to see this scene—" George took out a small cloth bag from his pocket, shook it in front of Ron, and there was a crisp sound of collision inside.

Then George let go of his fingers, and the bag slapped down on Ron's lap.

"Open it and see."

Ron opened the bag dubiously, and found two Galleons inside.

"Where did you get the money?" He asked in surprise.

"It's multi-flavored juice." Fred said proudly, "We successfully sold it."

"Will there be a bar willing to buy this drink?" Hermione looked in disbelief.

"That's not true." George said silently, "We sold it to Zuko's joke shop, and it's still very good as a prank toy. This is your share, don't say we treated you badly."

After the two left, the three of them silently stared at the pocket in Ron's hand. They didn't expect that this would actually be a success, allowing the twins to make a fortune.

Hermione stood up suddenly excitedly.

"What are you going to do?" Harry asked in horror.

"We can't wait any longer." Hermione said decisively: "Now we all know that the suspicion of Professor Haimer is a misunderstanding, how long do you want to escape. This time Professor Haimer really got angry. Thought detention was bad enough, never seen him turn a blind eye to us. Maybe it's too late to apologize."

After experiencing the scene where Professor Haimo defended against the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets, how could they still not understand that Professor Haimo was really targeted instead of acting on his own.

"Can an apology alone work?" Ron asked guiltyly.

"That's better than waiting." Hermione forcibly pulled him up, and Harry didn't let him go. She led the two of them to the passage in a hurry: "Or do you plan to be caught by the sea for the next five years?" Professor Mo hates it."

However, they were in vain. Professor Highmore was not in the office. Only Mr. Ayre was sitting behind the desk with his legs crossed, glasses with half-moon lenses on his nose, and "The Quibbler" open in front of him. He looked at the three comers with scrutiny.

"Mr. Al." Hermione asked cautiously, "Where did Professor Highmore go?"

"Yeah." Al shook his head.

"Then can we wait for him here?"

"Yeah." Al nodded, turning the newspaper to a new page.

Meanwhile, Toby was sitting across the table in the headmaster's office, discussing something with Dumbledore behind the table.

"Are you going to Egypt?" Toby asked suspiciously, "What are you going to do there?"

Dumbledore said calmly: "To confirm a guess. I need to see the immortal mummy with my own eyes. I remember that it should still be locked in Gringotts in Egypt."

Toby put his eyes on the black notebook on the table. As for Ravenclaw's diadem, it was hidden somewhere by the headmaster, and Toby didn't intend to study it now.

"So it's because of the mysterious man. Are you suspecting that these two things are similar to the pharaoh's mask?"

"That's it. But it wasn't just that I called you here. There was another thing—Azkaban."

Dumbledore did not forget about this matter, he said: "I know you need to go to Azkaban to solve the threat of the pharaoh's mask, but this matter is not as easy as imagined. On the island, there are no landmarks nearby, nor an accurate direction, and the specific location is only in the hands of the Ministry of Magic."

Toby didn't feel much about it. He had already thought of it. Azkaban was an indescribable place, otherwise the dark wizards would have successfully found this place.

He didn't interrupt because he knew that Dumbledore would definitely have something to say next.

"I can think of two ways now."

Sure enough, as expected of Dumbledore, there are two ways to speak.

"I have enlisted the help of an old friend whose name you must have heard of—Alastor Moody."

"Mad-Eye?"

"It's him, that's right. He has been to Azkaban many times, and he promised to help me. But only if he finds a specific route. Even if it is him, the way to Azkaban before is the same You need to rely on the Ministry of Magic. In addition, there is another method, that is, wait until a prisoner with sufficient qualifications appears——by then you can follow the other party and find a way to go to Azkaban together. "

"The second method." Toby thought about it and said, "Have you placed an eyeliner in the Ministry of Magic? That's why you can get the news in time?"

"Probably." Dumbledore did not reveal who this person was.

No matter which method is used, Toby has to continue to wait, which in his opinion is an extremely waste of time.

"Or let me report Remus." He lowered his voice and suggested, "I believe the Ministry of Magic would be interested in a werewolf."

Dumbledore's mouth twitched twice: "I thought you were friends."

"A friend should help at such a time." Toby said heartlessly.

"But the crime is not enough." Dumbledore advised, "Remus is a kind person, and the Ministry of Magic will not just catch a werewolf and imprison him in Azkaban."

"It's not easy." Toby waved his hands and said, "It's better to fake a crime scene. I think Lucius Malfoy is a good target. I have already thought of the title of the news-" Malfoy The Tragedy at Fore Manor". Of course, you don't need to kill him, just turn him into a werewolf. Just kills two birds with one stone - the Ministry of Magic doesn't like a werewolf, even if he is a rich pure-blood supremacist By."

Facing Toby's clever little mind, Dumbledore groped around on the bookshelf.

When he took out the heavy copy of "The Quibbler", Toby on the other side of the table had already disappeared, leaving only the silver top still spinning.

Fox on the perch croaked, as if being amused by Toby.

But only Dumbledore himself knew.

This kind of thing, Toby can do it.

Even almost succeeded once.

After returning to the office, Toby saw the trio sitting on the sofa.

They huddled together, and when they saw Professor Haimer coming in, they immediately stood up nervously.

This time Toby didn't pretend to see them anymore, the corner of the mask's mouth was bent into an arc, and he said sarcastically, "Why, are you still going to prevent me from going back to my office?"

Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he said quickly, "That's not true, Professor, we're here to apologize to you—"

"Apologize?" Toby interrupted: "No, no, no, you don't need to apologize at all. I believe that controlling the basilisk to kill a professor will be a normal thing no matter where it is."

Harry opened his mouth and couldn't speak.

Hermione had no choice but to take over and said, "That's all our fault, we shouldn't doubt you."

"No, no, no." Toby said again: "It's normal to doubt me. Who made me treat you so harshly and wear such a terrible mask on my face. One is that I kicked you out of the office, I should apologize to you, Miss Granger. How could I kick you out, you can even secretly make Polyjuice Potion, I wasted you talent, it's all my fault."

Hermione blushed, too ashamed to say a word.

The only remaining Ron seemed to have given up on himself. He said ruthlessly, "You'd better punish us. You can be locked up as many times as you want."

"punish?"

Toby laughed suddenly, which made their hearts tremble uncontrollably.

"No, there will be no punishment."

He walked behind the desk and looked at the scenery outside the window, leaving a deep shadow behind the three of them.

The heads of the three were lowered to their chests. They heard Professor Haimer's voice, and the tone seemed to be recalling.

"Before I came to Hogwarts, the course I really considered taking a job was actually an archeology course, but for some reason, I gave up this plan. I had to choose the less dangerous ancient magic class, which was originally the content of the archeology course a part of."

"I thought that would be enough, but it's not."

"You will neither avoid danger nor learn to be shrewd."

Toby had come so close to calling them stupid.

All three heard the meaning, and they did exactly that.

"Professor." Harry mustered up his courage, thinking it was too late to be honest.

"I still have a lot to tell you."

He went on to tell about Dobby, and then his own Parseltongue, and Dobby's master, Lucius Malfoy, he told it all.

This actually gave Toby a windfall.

From Angela, he had learned that the first person to get the notebook was Ginny Weasley.

Through the information Harry said, he was finally able to connect all the clues together—it was Lucius Malfoy who secretly threw the diary to Ginny, which made her be deceived, which led to own experience of being attacked for the first time.

There was a brief silence in the office, except for the sound of Al flipping through the magazine.

"You go back."

Toby turned his back to them and said: "Because of the lack of textbooks, there will be some changes in the course after Christmas. I hope you can achieve a result that satisfies me."

The three of them left the office anxiously. They came to the corridor and exchanged glances with each other.

"There will be changes in the curriculum?" Hermione said nervously, "What do you think will change?"

Harry looked equally nervous: "It's not going to be a real archeology class. Didn't you hear what the professor said? The class he originally prepared was even more dangerous than it is now."

Ron expressed the feelings of the two: "I would rather be locked up than take that dangerous class."

But when they returned to the common room, they didn't think so.

Not many students stayed at school during the holidays, but they were all gathered in front of the campus magazine that served as a bulletin board.

"What are you looking at?" Ron asked curiously.

It was good that he didn't speak, but when he said this, all the students who heard the movement turned their heads in unison, staring at them closely, and Ron took a few steps back in fright.

And not all of these eyes were on him, Harry and Hermione also became the focus of attention.

They automatically separated on both sides to make way for the three of them to meet their sights and walked over.

At the end, Fred and George took Harry and Ron's shoulders, and let Hermione walk in the middle in a gesture of welcoming the Queen.

"How did you do it?"

"Can you change Professor Haimer's mind?"

"So we don't have to deal with mummified cocks anymore?"

The three people who were at a loss saw a few lines written in the college magazine—[Ancient magic class will make appropriate changes in the second half of the semester, thanks to Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and The special contribution made by the three students of Hermione Granger. 】

Ron was so scared that his legs kept shaking, Harry's throat became dry, and Hermione showed despair.

Professor Highmore is putting them on the fire.

It’s fine if the class really becomes easy, but once it becomes a so-called archeology class.
That would be really bad!

Meanwhile, Toby was back in the headmaster's office, watching Dumbledore put away the master copy of the Controlling House magazine.

"It's only half a semester." Dumbledore warned: "And I don't want any students to be seriously injured in this course. Be careful, this is not real archaeology."

"No problem, principal." Toby said with satisfaction: "But I need to go in and out of the school frequently during this time to prepare some decorations. You don't mind, do you?"

Dumbledore cared.

He knew very well that his student would not say these words casually.

He is equivalent to a rope, tied around Toby's waist, pulling him desperately to prevent Toby from falling into the path of real evil.

"Fawkes will go with you." Dumbledore said vigilantly.

But Toby looked more satisfied: "That can't be better."

Next, Toby went to the Chamber of Secrets.

Half an hour later, he returned to the castle, walked back to the office, and said to Fox lying on the desk: "Let's go, I'm going out tonight."

Al set off with him, standing on Toby's shoulder on one side and Fox on the other.

With two magical animals on his back, Toby left the castle and walked outside the school gate.

Here he can Apparate normally.

"Hold on firmly." He was more reminding Fox: "This time we are going to a far away place."

Accompanied by a loud cracking sound, Fawkes appeared in an unfamiliar place in a daze.

Next, it watched Toby use a magic ball to make the three invisible, sneaked into a gorgeous manor, broke into a bedroom in the dark, and brought Lucius Malfoy who had just fallen asleep outside the bedroom, After shaking him awake, the basilisk's fangs were deliberately exposed in the air, and under Lucius' horrified eyes, they stabbed fiercely into his arm, gushing out streams of black blood.

The whole process was smooth and flowing, as if it had been rehearsed countless times in advance.

There was a chilling sound of menace in the air.

"You have less than three minutes to live, Lucius, telling the truth is your only chance of survival—tell me, where did you hide the Dark Lord's reward?"

All this happened so fast that Lucius was completely unable to react as he should.

But the feeling of life slipping by doesn't lie, and Lucius is well aware of what a terrible enemy he has encountered.

When the mouth reappears, Lucius' horrified invisible intimidator says, "In the basement, under the planks of the living room rug!"

He was dragged to the floor by a strong arm, and then thrown into the living room, he pointed in one direction with great effort and said, "It's there"

He became weaker and weaker, and vaguely saw a wand pointed at himself.

"Passed out!"

Lucius was hit by the spell and fell into a coma.

Only then did Toby show his figure, and he nodded at Al.

Al grabbed Fox who was struggling to resist. This was not the strength a Niu Niu should have at all, but it did it.

Basilisk venom is a highly poisonous substance with only one antidote: the tears of the phoenix.

While Lucius was being treated, Toby waved his magic wand indifferently, causing the carpet to be lifted, revealing the floor below, and then slowly rising, revealing the lower stairs leading to the basement.

He walked up to the stairs, holding his wand in his hand, the magic ball floated beside him, watching the situation in the basement vigilantly.

He saw countless black magic items, and also saw a withered branch that should not have appeared in the ground—it looked very familiar, very similar to a wizard's potted plant.

"Looks like I'm a step late," he said, eyeing the dark magic items.

"But it's also very rewarding. It can be used to make up for the loss of starting the magazine, and it can also get him into a lot of trouble by the way."

"Al."

"ah?"

"Help me write an anonymous letter to Mr. Weasley, asking him to come over as soon as possible and take over some dark magic items that violate the regulations."

"ah!"

Seeing the wound gradually disappear, Al was finally willing to let Fox go.

With a cry of grief and anger, Fox turned into a flash of flames, and hurriedly went to Principal Dumbledore in the school for help.

But Toby didn't care to let the principal know about it.

Facing the danger that really threatened his life, Toby could not give up using some extraordinary means.

Although the pharaoh mask put him on the verge of death, reducing his lifespan.

But the basilisk's stare almost killed him.

Toby didn't survive school to this day through patience.

Never was.

Harry shivered in his sleep, as if he had dreamed of something terrible.

At the same time, Dumbledore also met the mournful Fox in the office, and clearly understood what had just happened.

In such a short time, Toby almost killed a wizard with his own hands.

Dumbledore was silent for a long time.

"Are you protesting against me?"

He whispered to himself, "I'm still almost out of control. I'm desperately asking for help."

(End of this chapter)