Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 268 Visitor
Harry had never imagined that he would run into Sirius again so soon, and it hadn't been long before.

"How adventurous you are!" Harry said hastily, lowering his voice.

Now he really felt that it was the right decision to find Professor Highmore in time. How could Sirius not be discovered by appearing in Hogwarts again and again?
In this way, he will be exposed sooner or later.

The eyes in Soot blinked twice, but the complete face has not yet been fully revealed.

At this moment, there was a sudden movement from the passageway of the common room. Harry knew that it was Professor Highmore who had arrived. At the same time, he noticed that the person in the fireplace backed away quickly after not saying a word.

This made Harry anxious.

"Listen to me—" he hurriedly stopped: "You are in danger now, I—I found you a helper, a very reliable helper—don't go, don't go!"

But it was all too late.

Toby rushed towards Harry quickly, his hair hanging down in front of his eyes, and his silent gaze cast into the empty fireplace.

After staring at it for a while, he turned to the frustrated Harry and asked him, "Did he say anything to you?"

"No." Harry shook his head in frustration: "I didn't say anything, and this time Sirius became extra vigilant, and left as soon as he heard the sound, and didn't stay for a second."

"Didn't say a word?" Toby narrowed his eyes: "Then are you sure that person is Sirius?"

"What?" Harry didn't understand.

Toby asked repeatedly: "I mean, can you be sure that the man who just appeared in the fireplace is Sirius Black? Did he leave any evidence, evidence other than the sound—such as the appearance? You see Have you figured out that person's face?"

Harry suddenly became terrified, and he said tremblingly, "No, I only saw the man's eyes, and thought it was Sirius."

"It doesn't seem to be the case now." Toby said in a deep voice: "Sirius is still exposed. It is estimated that someone found his hiding place and traces of using Floo powder, so those who tracked him would think I tried to test it once, but I didn't expect to run into you just by chance."

"But who could that be?" Harry asked nervously.

"Who else." Toby's tone gradually became dangerous: "Gellert Grindelwald, only him, and his group of so-called students. Only they know that Sirius is still alive. There won't be anyone else. No, we can't wait any longer—"

Toby said suddenly, as if he was going to do something, which startled Harry.

Kingsley Shacklebolt, the spy lurking in the Ministry of Magic, whose identity has been seen through by Toby, it's time to arrest him and interrogate him.

In fact, Toby wanted to do this as early as the last time he went to the Three Broomsticks, but at that time his mind was more focused on the remains of Sirius—that is, the last request he made to Fudge , the skeleton-turned-remains must appear at the end of Sirius.

This is all for the convenience of getting back the magic ball, and now it is hidden in the body of the "remains", waiting for Toby to get it.

But this time it was different, no one could stop him, Kingsley's problem had to be resolved immediately.

"Professor, what should I do?" Harry asked helplessly.

"You don't need to worry about anything." Toby said resolutely: "Go back to sleep now, and I will let Al come over to guard the fireplace in a while. Don't worry, your safety will not encounter any problems."

It wasn't something Harry cared about at all.

"But Sirius, he—"

"Pray, Harry. Hopefully we can all learn from him."

After saying this, Toby walked towards the entrance of the passage without looking back, leaving Harry alone in the same place, not even taking back the skull necklace around his neck, so that it would be convenient for him Feel free to contact Toby when it reappears - if it's still possible.

When Toby got out of the passage, he suddenly found an unexpected person outside the door.

Dumbledore appeared in front of him in his pajamas, looking extremely serious.

"Are you here to stop me?" Of course Toby thought that Dumbledore already knew what had happened, so he said angrily, "If the news is still so timely next time, I hope you can take a good look at it." That troublemaker—how could he be allowed at Hogwarts?"

Toby had already regarded the appearance of Sirius as the headmaster's default behavior - the premise is that the headmaster can really know every little trouble in the school.

Judging from the current timing, it is quite possible.

Dumbledore didn't get angry, and even his tone was extremely calm. He asked, "Are you going to the Ministry of Magic?"

"Yeah." Toby said impatiently: "I really don't understand why no one can cure him when that man is in prison now? Not even you?"

This was once Harry's doubt, and what he never expected was that Toby also didn't understand.

In other words, he really understood it too well, so he pursued more powerful ancient magic, hoping to bring a little change to today's magic world.

however--

"It's late." Dumbledore took out a copy of the latest "Evening Prophet" from his pocket, the pages were turned to the middle, and an obituary was written in a narrow frame——

[Ministry of Magic staff: Kingsley Shacklebolt died in the early hours of this night—]

The following is the time when his funeral will be held, which surprisingly coincides with the time of the celebration, and the place is also in Hogsmeade village.

Toby's palms were clenched tightly, tearing up the newspaper.

"That's impossible," he said in a dark voice that even sounded like Harry's devilish hiss.

"I understand!"

After a moment of silence, he looked up at Dumbledore and said, "It's Fudge and Scrimgeour—we've all been mistaken about who the real middleman is, and they probably knew that Kingsley and Grindelwald were together. Yes, now it's just about erasing the evidence—before the festivities take place! Yes! That's it!"

"Do you really think so?" Dumbledore looked at him disappointedly: "I believe Scrimgeour will not be this kind of person, although he has always had some conflicts with me, he will never bow to the dark wizard. It's the same with Fudge, he can distinguish the seriousness of the matter, he will only feel that everything is under his control, and he will also not understand Kingsley's doubts."

These words directly expressed Toby's mind - he would rather believe that Fudge would resign, and he would never really tolerate Grindelwald's subordinates doing things in front of him.It's not because of how righteous he is, it's just because he doesn't have the courage.

Scrimgeour is courageous enough, but it is impossible for this person to do such a thing. His courage will be used to arrest Kingsley without any scruples, and then interrogate him several times .

But these are not what Toby really wants to ask, it can only be used as a foreshadowing.

"What about you?"

His voice was lower, almost hissing, like a poisonous snake.

"I've told you that Kingsley's identity is doubtful, but why have you remained indifferent? If it wasn't because I believed in you enough, I couldn't even help thinking that you were with Grindelwald."

Under Toby's cold gaze, Dumbledore's tone was no longer so friendly.

"Is that all you can think of?" He asked almost the same question as before, but in a very different tone.

"It seems that you haven't been to Hogsmeade village for a long time, and you don't know much about the situation there. If you have time, I suggest you take a look—by the way, don't go to the Pig's Head Pub, there It's closed."

After saying these words, Dumbledore left straight away, showing his back generously, and slowly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

And Toby—the expression on his face was gradually becoming awkward.

It turned out that Dumbledore had thought of this a long time ago, but he hadn't mentioned it to him.

As early as the end of the original trial, Dumbledore had personally introduced his brother to him—that is, the owner of the Pig's Head Bar, Aberforth Dumbledore.

No wonder the headmaster was not in a hurry, it turned out that Aberforth had already been arranged to deal with this matter.

Although he is just a bar owner, but... well, he is still Dumbledore's younger brother, so he is definitely not bad.

All that's left now is to hope that the headmaster won't hold grudges.

Toby thought of his experience of being able to return after leaving school for more than ten years, and his self-confidence dropped a little bit, becoming uncertain.

Shouldn't it? ——
Harry didn't know how he fell asleep, he didn't dare to leave the common room directly last night, and he didn't leave reluctantly until Mr. Al arrived.

Before he left, he asked one more question, hoping to know if Sirius was all right.

But Al just drove him away impatiently, and reminded him to take care of Hedwig by the way. Every next rehearsal is extremely important, and there must be no mistakes.

But how can this make Harry feel at ease!

Anyway, Sirius is his godfather, and now his life and death are unknown, maybe he has been re-arrested by those people.

Whether it is the Ministry of Magic or Grindelwald, they will not make it easy for Sirius.

As soon as he opened his eyes the next morning, Harry ran out of the dormitory under the surprised eyes of several people in the dormitory. He looked carefully at the lounge first, and found that Mr. Al had left early.

Ron hurried to catch up.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked in surprise, "Are you so hungry? You are so anxious that you don't even have time to change your clothes. You are still wearing pajamas."

"I—" Harry stopped in time, and he saw the twins walking past with smiles.

"I guess I made a lot of money again." Ron said jealously: "Why can't I be like them—do you think the prank sweater idea is still feasible? Do you need me to bother?" do it?"

"I think it's better to forget it." Hermione appeared from the other side of the stairs fully dressed: "You should focus more on your studies." She said to Ron in a teaching tone: "Fred He and George also managed to make money after learning a lot, how do you compare with them now?"

"There's nothing wrong with it," Ron muttered. "Wait, I'll be rich in a while—don't you, Harry?"

Under Ron's stare eager for approval, Harry nodded perfunctorily, then immediately grabbed the two of them and said, "It just so happens that Hermione is here too, and I have something to tell you—let's talk over here."

He took the wounded Ron and Hermione into a corner, and tried to recount what had happened last night in as indirect terms as possible.

"Oh my god!" Hermione opened her mouth wide in surprise, "It's been a whole night now, little boy—is he okay?"

Ron couldn't care less about making money, he said worriedly: "Oops, the prophecy method that Professor Haimer gave us has come true. What should we do now? I said, do you want to do another divination?" ?”

Yeah, why didn't Harry think of this method?

They can also do divination.

"Try it now." Harry said hastily, "I'll go back and get the flute. I'll meet you here later."

The three of them dispersed immediately, and each returned to the dormitory. After waiting for a while, they reunited and held their "scepters" for divination.

But it didn't go well.

"Again." Hermione said with a headache.

The divination results of the three of them are completely inconsistent, and they don't know which one to believe.

Harry frowned and stared at his flute for a moment.

"No." He said suddenly, "There is another method that we haven't tried yet."

After breakfast, all three appeared before a circular trapdoor with a brass plaque embedded in it: Sybill Trelawney, Divination Teacher.

"Don't tell me that's the way you came up with." Ron asked with strange eyes: "Everyone knows that Professor Trelawney likes to target you the most, even if he sees you alive, he won't be happy."

"It's also a divination class anyway." Harry said, and then looked back at Hermione: "Why do you have time to come back to class again? Isn't there still arithmetic and divination?"

"What did you say?" Hermione looked like she didn't hear, she said quickly: "There will always be a way, go in quickly."

"What can it do?" exclaimed Ron, but Hermione had dismissed the question and was the first to walk into the classroom.

There were already a lot of people sitting in the stuffy room, and Harry and Ron found a place to sit down together.

"Crystal ball." Ron pointed to the things on their table and said, "Today we will start learning about crystal balls."

Harry turned to look at Neville's desk, and suddenly realized that his crystal ball was a little different from his own.

"It's my memory ball." Neville whispered to him, "I'm going to try to see if it can be useful in Divination class—in case it works."

"welcome--"

A voice sounded from behind the curtain, and Trelawney stepped out, staring into her distinctive large eyes.

"Welcome to the students who have lost their way -" she said, looking at Hermione, causing Hermione's lips to twitch immediately.

"And you," and then she cast her gaze on Harry Potter.

"I can see that you have something on your mind, child."

"What is it?" Harry asked suddenly, causing the students to look at him in surprise.

But Harry couldn't care less, he really hoped to get some revelation from Trelawney, preferably the revelation that Sirius was still safe and sound.

however--

"What you fear will happen."

Trelawney looked at Harry and said, "In the near future, soon, soon."

"There's no avoiding it."

(End of this chapter)