Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 228 Doesn't Look Like a Person
Hogwarts is no longer peaceful.

It can also be said that it is too peaceful, so calm that it is a little weird.

The number of owls that fly to Hogwarts on weekdays reaches its peak, probably more than any wizards some students have ever seen. A large area of ​​Wuyang Wuyang forms a picture that is more infiltrating than dementors—their number There are too many, and the students in the auditorium also saw that there are so many other tricks besides the shouting letter - stinky egg letter, poison letter, and some have several plant tentacles rolling out from the envelope, turning a Professor Flitwick, who was not paying attention, threw the pie into the air, and Dean McGonagall slapped his nose in anger, and his face was ashen for a whole week.

In her opinion, this was an absolute insult to Hogwarts.

However, no matter how angry Dean McGonagall was, he couldn't stop the current situation—the case related to Sirius was too shocking.

Now, in addition to Voldemort, there is another person in the school who cannot name:
Ariana Dumbledore.

Principal Dumbledore's mysterious sister, almost no one knows that he has such a relative, she is an incredible silent person.

No one dared to say this name in public—even though it was not in the specific regulations of the school rules, no one dared to take the risk.

No one even dared to read the "Daily Prophet" in public anymore.

Recently, the "Daily Prophet" and "The Quibbler" have been arguing particularly fiercely. An analysis of Dumbledore's psychological problems from various angles makes people feel that the headmaster is the one who should really be imprisoned in Nurmengard.

Another relentlessly exposed the incompetence and weakness of the Ministry of Magic.Thanks to a certain Mr. Lucius Malfoy who did not want to be named, Al, the editor-in-chief of "The Quibbler", got a lot of material, and the title was not repeated every day.

Yesterday was whether Azkaban was really that tight.

Today is how exactly Dementors obey orders from the Ministry of Magic.

Tomorrow, Al plans to write about whether the prisoners in the prison will join in when the dementors are against the Ministry of Magic, and will quickly become another force no less than the Death Eaters in a short period of time—this is It seems not impossible, the prisoners who can survive the threat of dementors must not be irritating lunatics, and even radical wizards keep writing letters to the Ministry of Magic, demanding that the death penalty be used as well as the Magic Congress of the United States.

After a depressing day of lessons, Harry, Ron, and—

"Where's Hermione?" Ron looked back and forth, "Why didn't she disappear again? She was clearly following us."

"I don't know." Harry said listlessly, "I probably went to the bathroom, or maybe I went to see Myrtle."

"Look at what you're talking about!" Hermione came from the other end of the corridor with a big schoolbag in her arms: "You have to pull yourself together, Harry, you haven't made any mistakes, there's no need torture yourself."

Ron looked back and forth dumbfounded. This is a corridor, and there is no secret door at all.

"Where did you come from?" he asked in shock.

Hermione ignored him, and continued to comfort Harry in a soft voice: "Listen to me, Harry, you don't have to blame yourself for Sirius' death, even people from the Ministry of Magic have misjudged cases." when--"

This sentence seemed to ignite a flame suddenly, and Harry shouted: "That's because they are all complete idiots! Didn't you read what it said in "The Quibbler", those people didn't defend Sirius at all Opportunity, there is nothing, just catch him directly to Azkaban! Why is this?! Magic! They know so much magic, why can’t they find any clues! And let Pettigrew Peter live so long, I don't even know how to deal with him now, just let him continue to live!"

"Wow wow wow wow." Ron took a few steps back in fright: "But it's not Hermione's fault either, you don't need to get angry at her."

"I didn't," Harry said with red eyes, "I just don't understand why they can't do one thing."

"This is a bit exaggerated." As soon as he finished saying this, Ron reacted under Hermione's prompt: "Oh, I mean my dad, he still has a pretty good job. Didn't even think about coming back - and didn't know if it was in the hands of the Ministry or not."

Harry meant that nothing good happened to him.

Hermione looked at him tiredly and worriedly, her eyes suddenly became alert.

"The devil," she said.

Ron almost covered Hermione's mouth, and he quickly reminded in a low voice: "Don't you know the rules yet? You can't mention anything related to silence, and neither can the devil."

"No." Hermione lowered her voice and said, "I'm not kidding."Seriously, Harry, you're feeling a little devil-influenced right now—negative emotions, negative emotions caused by summoning devils, remember? "

"It doesn't matter at all." Harry said perfunctorily, trying to avoid the subject.

But Ron opened his eyes wide.

"You have never given up practicing devils." His eyes were wider than copper bells: "I thought you just hid in the quilt and cried secretly when you were sleeping, and reminded Neville and them not to disturb you—don't tell I, you really did this, what do you want to do? Do you want to fight Peter Pettigrew? Or break into the Ministry of Magic alone? That’s just a devil you summoned, not a real black devil!”

"I think I heard someone calling me."

The sudden voice almost scared Ron to death. He winked at Hermione and Harry desperately, and refused to look back.

"Not Professor Highmore," said Harry, frowning.

Ron finally looked back, and this time he almost died of anger.Draco was standing not far behind them braggingly, followed by Crabbe and Goyle with proud faces—probably not clenching their fists is considered a more confident expression of theirs, and finally they don't need to rely on their physique to scare people.

"Chocolate whistle."

Draco handed the chocolate in his hand to Crabbe behind him, and he was eaten by the other party in two or three strokes. When he spoke again, it had become the voice of Professor Highmore.

"I seem to hear someone calling me, are you blind guys?"

Gore followed suit with a smirk.

"This is the club's latest qualified product." Draco looked condescending, and seemed to want to pat Harry on the shoulder: "You have to work harder, Gryffindor."

Harry took a step back to avoid Draco's palm, and said in a blunt tone, "Go away, Malfoy."

Draco narrowed his eyes: "Are you ordering me? You probably haven't figured out whose Hogwarts this is. If it wasn't for the help of Professor Highmore, Dumbledore would have been arrested long ago Gone. Hogwarts belongs to Slytherin forever, forever."

He walked away with two followers with a proud face.

Ron stared at his back strangely and said, "When did Malfoy become loyal to Professor Highmore?"

"Follow the wind." Harry said disgustedly: "This is the housekeeping skill of the Malfoy family, just like his father. But he doesn't know at all, I just need to blow a whistle now, and he-"

"Harry!" Hermione looked terrified, and Ron stared at him blankly.

"Follow me!" Hermione suddenly grabbed Harry's arm and said, "Follow me to see Professor Highmore for help, now!"

"I'm not going!"

For some reason, Harry was very resistant to seeing Professor Highmore in private: "I have no problem at all! You are completely worrying about it!"

"Yeah." Ron blushed and strangled Harry's neck and said, "Then quickly conjure up your three-headed snake and teach us!"

Harry struggled to break free and said, "Do you think I don't want to? But I can't even speak now."

The strength in Ron's hand unconsciously relaxed half a point: "You really want to do this?!"

There was a sudden hiss from Harry's mouth, and Hermione quickly pulled out her wand and shouted, "Silence!"

Harry opened his mouth wide, but nothing came out.

"Ritual magic." Hermione put away her wand with contempt: "It doesn't look like much."

"It's your fault, Miss Granger."

The familiar voice sounded again, and Ron stood there blankly, motionless.

Hermione turned her head impatiently: "How dare you come back—H—Professor Highmore?"

Toby didn't look annoyed at all.

In fact, the emotions he displayed were so out of tune with Hogwarts that he still had a smile on his face.

"Very good." He excitedly walked around Harry twice, and kept saying, "Very good, Harry, thank goodness I didn't let you go. Compared with Malfoy, you are more Eligible to take over the Black Devil's mantle - literally, with such bitterness and grief - I dare say you're perfect food for the dementors out there."

"follow me."

The three followed Professor Haimer to the Office of Ancient Magic in a daze. They already knew that some of the collections in the room were missing. Floating out of the magic circle, there is also a roaring letter.

A voice was yelling: "Toby Highmore! Tell me! How could you even think of messing with Veela! Don't you understand the truth that they hold grudges as much as they are grateful?! Shouldn't you Will they be dissected and studied?!"

"Cough cough." Toby coughed twice, and simply waved his wand to burn out the roaring letter, and the echo kept ringing in the room: "giants, murlocs, leprechauns, I've had enough—and Hag! Since when did you like eating raw liver—"

The roar finally stopped.

Al behind the desk adjusted his glasses calmly, and continued to write tomorrow's manuscript in a serious manner—if it goes well, it might be published on "The Quibbler" tonight.

The title is - What If The Minister For Magic Was A Dementor?
"Sit wherever you want." Toby pointed to the sofa and said.

He flicked his wand again, and a whole host of things floated by in sequence—lampshade, camera, microphone, thin white cloth, plus a large bottle of spray.

A skeleton sprayed Harry's face with a spray, scaring Harry into thinking the professor was going to poison him.

"It's just ice water." Toby sat across from the three of them and said, "It's better to make you look haggard, and then dry it hard after a while, and you'll have that effect."

"Professor?" Hermione asked cautiously.

"What's the matter?" Toby adjusted the lighting direction again and said.

"It's Harry," she said. "There's something wrong with Harry."

Harry immediately opened his mouth wide to retort, but still no sound came out——

"do not move!"

Toby said suddenly, picked up the camera, and the skeleton followed suit with the flash: "Keep this posture still, open your mouth a little wider, your eyes a little more angry, and better shed some tears—is it hard? Come on, Weasley Spray, sir! Spray on!"

Ron picked up the spray bottle in a daze, but Harry pushed it away.

"Perfect!"

With a click, Harry, who was angry and sad, was photographed. Toby inspected it for a while under the cloth and said, "I can't help but ask you to be a professional model. The expression on this face is very vivid. Especially that scar—that scar alone is worth a lot of money, and look at how the Daily Prophet will compete with us for readers—"

"Professor!" Hermione interrupted eagerly: "Harry lost control, what should he do!"

"Don't worry." Toby smiled calmly, "It's no big deal, don't you believe me? Don't you think I'm still alive and well?"

"It sounds reasonable." Ron nodded suddenly.

Hermione was terribly depressed.

At this moment, just as Harry was relaxing, Toby suddenly pressed his forehead with one hand, and a lot of black mist spread from it, circling around Harry's head.

Harry tilted his neck and passed out suddenly.

"Professor?!" Hermione looked at this scene in disbelief.

"It's indeed a good seed." Toby's tone suddenly became much more serious: "It's so good that it shouldn't happen to a child. He shouldn't remember so many things, and he shouldn't be in such pain."

Hermione finally understood that Professor Highmore had already seen that something was wrong with Harry.

"What happened to Harry?" Hermione asked eagerly.

"It's hard to say, Miss Granger." Toby shook his head and said, "I still don't know what the reason is. But it's obviously wrong. I have experienced pain myself, but it's not as painful as Harry's. It’s not like being alone in pain.”

Ron froze—Professor Highmore was calling Harry inhuman?

It didn't take long for Harry to wake up, his complexion improved a lot, and he heard Hermione explain what happened just now in detail.

"Professor Highmore called you inhuman." Ron whispered in Harry's ear.

Harry thought it was Ron who was joking, and admired his courage to make fun of Professor Highmore.

"Sorry, Professor." Harry said apologetically, "I shouldn't have secretly let the devil get out of control."

When he said this, he suddenly stopped, because this happened to be somewhat similar to Arianna's situation—at least it was consistent with losing control.

"Don't think too much." Toby said indifferently: "Don't worry about Arianna, since the principal is willing to admit it, then we shouldn't be so obvious, it will make the whole atmosphere feel wrong, just Even Peeves doesn't make trouble in school anymore, it's really deserted recently."

Even so, all three of them could hear that Toby's tone was a bit heavy.

"Forget it." Toby said suddenly and cheerfully: "Let's think of something interesting. I plan to publish a report for you, Harry, specifically related to Sirius."

Harry was a little puzzled. All he knew was from the newspapers, and he didn't know much about Sirius.

Toby rubbed his chin again and said: "If the writing is more resentful, maybe Sirius can really be caught—oh, I forgot to tell you, Sirius is not dead, I don't know where he is pretending to be dead now."

Harry froze for half a minute.

"We have to find him."

Toby looked at the camera in his hand and said, "Find him, maybe we can really solve the problem-but remember not to spread the word, or he might really die."

(End of this chapter)