Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 216 General Ritual
Divination for good luck?

This is much more interesting than a neurotic divination class.

At first, Harry was worried that the first lesson of ritual magic would be evil magic like devils, but he didn't expect Professor Highmore to be so thoughtful.

The only thing that wasn't quite what Harry imagined was that the magician wasn't Professor Highmore himself.

But Mr. Al.

The students saw that Professor Highmore stepped aside, took the modified memory ball from Neville's hand, and threw it on the podium.

Mr. Al walked forward energetically, and it first bowed to the surroundings solemnly, like a musician who is about to start playing.

"Applause!" Professor Haimo applauded.

The students immediately clapped their hands. Mr. Al closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a while, then raised a paw to stop the applause immediately.

Then began the official fortune-telling.

Al made a circle around the memory ball, turned somersaults for a while, bent his body up and down for a while, and made various difficult movements.

"Yeah~ yay~ yay~"

A distinctive tune came out of Mr. Al's mouth, like singing, and the students tried their best to keep this song in their minds.

This looks like part of the ceremony.

Next, Mr. Al took out a Bibi multi-flavored bean from his belly pocket, put it in front of the memory ball, and touched the memory ball back and forth three times in left and right order.

In the next instant, the remembrall turned a sparkling red, and the pricker couldn't open his eyes.

The voices of Al and Professor Highmore sounded one after another.

"ah!"

"Mr. Longbottom, eat this varietal bean."

Neville took the beans and did as he did. He tasted them carefully and said, "It tastes like pears. It's delicious."

Then Al took out another bean and repeated the previous process.

This time, the memory ball's light was not so bright, and it looked a little dim.

"ah!"

"Mr. Longbottom, eat this bean too."

Under the curious eyes of others, Neville couldn't help coughing as soon as he ate the bean: "It's really unpalatable, like the smell of stinky fish."

"Wow!"

The students exclaimed, their eyes sparkling.They all noticed that as long as the memory ball shines brighter, the taste of multi-flavored beans will be easier to accept.

Al bowed to the surroundings again, and this time the applause was much louder than before.

"Perfect presentation!"

Professor Haimer also tried his best to hold the field, but in the next second he said something to break the stage: "You don't need to memorize the previous steps, it's just Al's pretending. The key point is to touch your magic circle item left and right three times—— Don't make trouble-"

Toby pushed away Al, who was floating angrily, and said: "That is a common ritual in ritual magic. It is very simple and anyone can use it. And the most important point is that when you touch the magic circle item , you must maintain a happy mood—remember? It was the first level of the exam last semester, and it was also related to the Patronus Charm."

"It's up to you next."

As soon as the words fell, a large pile of Bibi multi-flavored beans floated out of Al's belly pocket, and fell in front of the students according to the method of dividing two per person, asking them to reach out and catch them.

Al turned his back and forced himself not to watch the scene of spreading money, making his little heart twitch.

The students happily took out their magic circle items. Ron simply put his special sweater on his body, rubbed it up and down, closed his eyes, frowned, and tried to recall the happiest memory.

"Snapped!"

The pointer hit Ron, and Professor Haimer's stern voice came: "What are you doing with a sad face? Be happy! Be happy! Remember, this is a fortune-telling of happiness, full of hope, and you must keep smiling at all times!"

Ron covered the back of his hand and pulled out an ugly smile. Professor Haimer nodded in satisfaction, and then went to point out other students.

For a while, the classroom became messy.Due to the different items in the magic circle, the results of divination are also very strange - sweaters of different sizes, different degrees of burning flames in bottles, different degrees of out-of-tune singing in flutes, withering and blooming flower decorations on hairpins, and even a boomerang once How many people can hit——

"Ouch!"

"Look at it!"

"Sorry, Professor."

Toby caught the boomerang, threw it back in front of Dean Thomas, and asked him, "How about the good luck this time?"

Dean immediately pulled himself together, silently counted the number of people hit, and then replied: "Very good, professor."

He said that he ate the multi-flavored beans in his hand, showing a surprised expression: "It's durian flavored, I guess-oh, no, it's right from divination."

The disgusted expressions on the faces of the people next to them—well, everyone's luck is different, and of course their tastes and preferences are also different.

Thanks to the exam experience in the previous semester, the students quickly succeeded in divination.

Among them, Hermione performed best. Not only did she use the flame bottle to divination the degree of good luck, but she also made the flame inside into a small stickman shape, and successfully shouted "Don't eat! It's too bad to eat".

The result was indeed not bad. Ron, who tasted it curiously, almost didn't spit it out. It is said that the bean was full of fishy smell, and it was not something human could eat at all.

This is somewhat similar to the spider Toby used to find treasure.

"Ten points from Gryffindor!"

Toby gave rewards without hesitation. He walked back to the podium and explained to the excited students: "Don't be too eager to be happy, the number of general rituals is much less than the number of spells successfully transformed into magic circles. , you must seize the time to find out the rituals that truly use your magic array items before the end of the semester—no longer general rituals, but unique rituals that belong to you, which is very important.”

"This is also the final exam content of this semester, and I can tell you in advance now."

"Finally, before the next class officially starts, write an article to guess why the ritual magic of fortune-telling is in this form. It needs to be debated from the perspective of the ritual itself and emotions. The length must be at least nine inches. Alright, let's dismiss the get out of class."

For the first time, Ron was not worried about Professor Highmore's homework, and he was still very excited when he went to the auditorium for lunch.

"This is much easier than a divination class! Tell me, can I also use this ritual to predict whether I can make a lot of gold? No wonder Professor Haimer is so rich—ancient magic is really amazing!"

Hermione, who was scooping up the stew, calmly poured him a basin of cold water: "Don't forget the professor's interview in the first grade, if this method is really so effective, where did Professor Haimer's injury come from? ?”

Ron immediately realized that he and Percy had seen the injury on Professor Higher's leg with his own eyes. The calf was full of bumps and holes, and there was no good position.

"What if that's already good luck?" Ron said unwillingly, "What if the professor survived the injury by relying on this ability? No, I have to try again—"

Ron was still wearing his prank sweater. He held his breath and calmed down for a moment, touching the sweater left and right three times in Harry's and Hermione's sight respectively.

This time the divination was successful, the sweater was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon became the normal size - originally it was too big.

"How?" Harry asked curiously, "What have you been divining?"

Ron said with an ugly face: "It's the protection of magical animals class in the afternoon. It seems that there is no luck at all, it's all bad luck. What did Hagrid prepare for the first class?"

"Let me try it!" Hermione hurriedly took out the flame bottle and performed the universal ritual, this time a rare miraculous effect appeared, the bluebell flame in the bottle turned into the shape of a stickman, and it shouted: "Don't go! Don't go! "

The three of them stared at each other silently for a while, and finally focused their eyes on Harry.

"Okay, it's up to me." Harry thought for a moment, then looked around quietly, and secretly hummed the tune of "Wedding March" in Parseltongue when he found that no one was paying attention - by the way By the way, he hasn't had time to change the magic circle on the flute.

Among the students, Harry was the only student who had found the ritual of using magic circle items before the start of school. He was also using this method for divination, thinking that the effect might be better than the general ritual.

Fortunately, this is not a spell to summon the devil, a slight movement gradually came out from the flute, also in Parseltongue.

Harry listened carefully, his face gradually getting worse and worse.

"It's the head of the rune snake that curses." He raised his head and said, "It scolded me so badly, it was very bad-tempered."

This prevented the next three people from having a good lunch.

It's a pity that no matter what the outcome, they couldn't ask for leave in Hagrid's first class, it would break Hagrid's heart.

The sky outside the castle was a refreshing light gray color, the rain had cleared up, and the green grass under my feet was wet and elastic to step on.

The three of them came to Hagrid's cabin, and the Slytherin students were also there. When they saw Draco's gloomy face, Harry and Ron laughed at the same time. How many applications have been received.

Hagrid stood at the door of the cottage, waiting for the students.He was wearing his moleskin overcoat, and Fang the Hound stood at his feet, looking eager to go.

"Come on, come on, hurry up!" he yelled as the students approached, "I have something nice to show you today! This class is fantastic! Is everyone here? Well, come with me Bar!"

The smile on Harry's face gradually faded, Ron walked slowly, and Hermione became worried.

They had just had no luck, and who knew where Hagrid was going to take them.

Fortunately, it wasn't the Forbidden Forest, so Hagrid led them to the edge of the forest and came to the outside of a small paddock.There was nothing in the paddock.

Harry walked up quietly and asked, "Hagrid, is this lesson really all right?"

"What could be the problem." Hagrid said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I've been preparing for a long time, just waiting to open your eyes. Now—" he said loudly: "Open the textbook—oh , By the way, Toby also reminded me that if you stroke down the spine of the book, you can successfully open the book. I thought this would be interesting, but——Okay, open the book quickly.”

Draco swallowed the provocative words back and stroked the toothy book several times with a resentful expression.

"You stay here first, I'll be right back."

Hagrid left them and disappeared into the Forbidden Forest.

"Oh my God, this school is screwed," Draco finally had a chance to complain loudly, "That idiot came to teach and dropped the students as soon as the class started—"

At this time, Harry's voice suddenly sounded: "Look at my flute, does it meet the requirements!"

Ron followed suit, "And my sweater!"

All of a sudden, the Gryffindor students booed.

"Shut up!" Draco said, pressing hard on the palm holding the Pen of Truth.

The corners of Hermione's mouth turned up, her eyes suddenly became dull, she pointed to the back of the paddock and said, "Look!"

A dozen animals trotted towards them, the oddest animals Harry had ever seen.They have the body, hind legs and tail of a horse, but the front legs, wings and head of an eagle.Their sharp, grim beaks are the color of steel, and their large, bright eyes are orange.The claws on their front legs are half a foot long and look intimidating.Around each monster's neck was a thick leather collar, fastened by a long chain.All the chains were in Hagrid's large hands, and he followed the monsters slowly into the paddock.

"Go, over there!" he roared, dangling the chain, urging the monsters toward the fence where the class stood.Hagrid approached and chained the monsters to the fence, and the students all backed away a little.

"The Hippogriff!" Hagrid yelled happily, waving at them. "How pretty, isn't it?"

No one spoke, and the students were dumbfounded for a long time.

"Okay," Hagrid rubbed his hands, not noticing the change in the atmosphere at all, he looked at everyone with a smile and said, "If you want to get closer."

Only Harry, Ron, and Hermione cautiously approached the fence; no one else moved.

"Remember, the first thing you need to know about hippogriffs is that they're proud," said Hagrid. "The hippogriff is quick to lose his temper. Don't try to humiliate him, or you might end up getting angry." Death."

"Must wait for the hippogriff to go first," Hagrid went on. "That's polite, see? You go up to him, bow down, and if he bows back to you, you can pet him. If it doesn't bow, get away from it, those claws will hurt."

"Okay—who wants to go first?"

Still no one responded, and finally Harry stepped forward.

Following Hagrid's instructions, he stared at a Hippogriff named Buckbeak, almost crying, but luckily the other party lowered his head in time.

"Good job, Harry!" said Hagrid ecstatically. "There - you can pet him now! Pat it on the mouth and go!"

Harry thought he might as well reward him for backing away, and he walked slowly towards the hippogriff, holding out his hand to it.He patted its beak a few times, and the hippogriff lazily closed its eyes, as if it liked it very much.

"Fine, Harry," said Hagrid, "I think he'll let you ride him!"

This was something Harry hadn't expected.

He carefully put his feet on Buckbeak's wings, pulled himself up, and climbed onto its back.Buckbeak stood up.

"Let's go!" bellowed Hagrid, slapping the hippogriff on its hind legs.Suddenly, twelve-foot wings spread out on either side of Harry, and he had no time to wrap his arms around the hippogriff's neck before it flew into the air.

It's not at all like riding a broomstick—Harry is quite impressed with that, but unlike what he'd imagined, he seems to know how to handle Buckbeak, because it doesn't seem to have the bludger dodging last term. Difficult to train.

Soon, Harry found the trick, and Buckbeak and him had a psychic connection, and his body became stable little by little, and he flew high into the sky, spinning back and forth a few times in the process of flying forward——Harry vaguely He heard exclamations from below, but he didn't care at all, and even wondered if he could ride it for a Quidditch match.

"Wait a minute—what's that! Fly over there and have a look!"

Harry stared closely at the clouds above his head, but Buckbeak was obviously more obedient to Hagrid's words, and was gradually descending, landing slowly.

"Nice job, Harry!" Hagrid roared. "Well, who wants to try?"

"Listen to me." Harry pulled the interested Hermione and Ron aside as soon as he got off, and said in a low voice, "I think I saw your magic car. I don't know if it's a hallucination."

"What?!" Hermione asked in surprise, "Where is it?"

"It's in the sky." Harry said, pointing to the clouds overhead. "For a short time, it looks like the cloaking device failed - how did it get lost?"

"I don't know." Ron shook his head: "I guess I can't stand wizards who like Muggle things so much, so I sneaked out of my warehouse. Should I tell my dad about this? Mom will be angry of."

"What if—" Harry's voice dropped even lower, "What if I said it was Black? Could it be he who stole the magic car?"

Ron and Hermione fell silent, staring straight at Harry.

"It doesn't make sense." After a brief silence, Ron said distressedly: "So many vehicles are targeting my house? Even the Knight Bus is better than that?"

"Never mind." Harry reached out to pull out the necklace from his clothes and said, "I have to tell Professor Highmore about this quickly."

Hermione looked at him in surprise: "I thought you would ride Buckbeak to find Black?"

"Not now." Harry shook his head. "We've caused enough trouble."

Hermione and Ron saw Harry whisper something to the skull at the lower end of the necklace when a cry of surprise came from the paddock.

Buckbeak appeared to have attacked Draco, who was lying on the grass with his arms covered, blood staining his robes.

"I'm dying!" Draco yelled. "It wants my life! Look what you've done—"

At this moment, suddenly, the pen of truth appeared in Draco's hands, and wrote it down in his textbook: It hurts me to death!Am I going to die here?No, it seems that it's just a flesh injury, not a bone injury, and it can almost heal overnight, but this doesn't work either!There must be a price for this stupid guy--

The handwriting ends here.

Professor Highmore suddenly appeared next to Draco. He picked up the textbook, glanced at it, and threw it back.Al took out a bottle of fresh water with a look of disgust, and simply sprinkled it a few times to stop Draco's injury.

Harry noticed Professor Highmore's gaze, he seemed to know what was going on in his heart.

"The divination of ritual magic is not omnipotent, it is easy to be interfered - in the face of more powerful strength and magic. For example, a quill."

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Professor Highmo stepped onto the restless Buckbeak, and pressed his palm on its head, as if it could be crushed with one blow.

"Be obedient, child, take me to the sky to see, don't waste time."

Buckbeak suddenly became quiet, and the gaze in his eyes became shrinking. It spread its wings and disappeared at the end of the cloud with Professor Haimer.

(End of this chapter)