Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 274 Teachers' Recognition Meeting

Harry was also wrapping up his last lesson with Dumbledore.

"When I was divination with the devil, all I wanted was to get the result as soon as possible, until the bloody Baro told me—"

"I think it would be better to call him Mr. Barrow."

"Oh, yes, Mr. Barrow, I don't know him at all, and Cedric took me to him in a special class that Professor Highmore made up--do you know about that? School Allowing more ghosts to teach students?"

"Precisely, it's never been banned. For example, Professor Binns' entry time is before the chocolate frog card. But I do know that there is such a thing, Harry, and it involves some ghosts. Maybe there is a little bit of selfishness in Toby, but how can a student not hide something from the professor? This is normal."

Not knowing if it was an illusion, Harry vaguely felt that Dumbledore seemed to be saying these words to himself.

Guiltily avoiding Dumbledore's sight, he said unnaturally: "Where did I just say--by the way, it was what Mr. Barrow said to me. He told me that divination should not just look at the results, That doesn't work, but should be seen as part of the process, with no beginning and no end."

"What is that process?" Dumbledore asked as he performed his duties as a student, "Have you figured this out?"

"What?" Harry froze for a moment. "I haven't given that much thought - but what could it be? A prophecy that takes longer?"

"I think," Dumbledore said slowly, "it might as well be regarded as everyone's fate. These fates are intertwined and linked together to form different endings in the end."

"Fate?" Harry put aside his identity as a professor for a while, and asked curiously: "Is there really someone who can accurately predict the fate of others? It has been determined long ago? It has been like this since I was born? "

In fact, the question Harry really wanted to ask was - had his parents' deaths been pre-determined, too?

If this is the case, who else should he resent?
Voldemort?This is a matter of course.

What about people who can control their destiny?

Dumbledore's blue eyes stared at Harry, and he said with deep eyes: "Choices, everyone's choices are different. Destiny is not really determined, it will be affected by choices. At this time, courage And the sacrifices are so precious, not everyone chooses the harder path, it always has been."

Harry felt Dumbledore reassuring him, and he did feel a lot better—courage and sacrifice, the choices his parents had made.

Dumbledore added: "I hope you can understand, Harry, that not everyone can persevere in the face of a more difficult road. But there is a kind of magic, which is quite different, and it has the ability to affect everyone. choice, except those who cannot truly recognize this magical power."

"Is it love?" Harry asked blankly.

"Do not."

This time, Dumbledore's answer was somewhat unexpected. He looked into Harry's eyes and said, "It's not just love, Harry, but also ancient magic. The devil divination you taught me today is like this, mysterious and dangerous." , but full of fatal attraction - even I can't help but try it."

"This..." Harry suddenly became even more incomprehensible: "But why do you say this is like a bad magic? I know that the existence of devils must be difficult for people to accept, but isn't devil divination just Divination?"

Dumbledore was silent for a while, and Harry vaguely felt that the headmaster's next words seemed to be serious, but what he heard was: "That's it for today, you should go back to sleep."

After Harry left, the sleeping portraits on the wall suddenly woke up.

"Are you really sure?" Dai Lisi Deventer asked seriously: "Do you really think that it was the devil's divination that turned Toby Highmore into what he is today?"

Dumbledore sat behind the desk, and he fell silent again. The portraits did not disturb him, and they all waited quietly.

After a while, he finally spoke.

"Over the years, I've been trying to figure out what made Toby what he is. He was a very talented student, and he wasn't that unscrupulous. Even after Horace talked to him , Toby, who thinks he is even more Slytherin than Slytherin, never thought of hurting innocent lives—maybe not so innocent. But in any case, Toby's reaction was too radical, trying to It is extremely abnormal to kill one student's Muggle sister and then blame another student for the crime."

"I've heard this matter countless times." Phineas Black said impatiently: "If I want to say that there is no devil inducing him, it is entirely his own fault, but he really can't hide it anymore. That's all. How well do you know your students? Do you know what goes through their minds every day? If there is a book to record these contents, I'm sure you will resign from the position of principal in a second, and then Become a loyal fan of this book."

"Why did you become a book fan?" a portrait of the principal wearing reading glasses asked.

"Because he likes to meddle in other people's business the most." Phineas sneered, "Even if he doesn't become the principal, he still can't let go of his former students."

"You're right." Dumbledore said with a smile, "I'm worried about my students. I'm more worried about what other things are affecting them."

"Evil things other than me."

Dai Lisi asked again: "So you still stick to your original idea?"

"That's right." Dumbledore's eyes became serious again: "The devil's divination. Maybe it's not some kind of divination, but something that induces a wizard to perform magic, so it will lead to Toby's change. And, if I If I'm right, it happened when he was in school, long before he found out about the devil."

"But what could that be?" asked a very prim-looking portrait. "Has anyone seen Toby Highmore's devil? That kid also said that Toby Highmore turned himself into a devil. Is it possible?"

"If it's in the category of ancient magic," Dumbledore said, shaking his head, "then, the result is obvious - Toby is good at discovering these magics that no one knows about. As I said, he is a gifted student."

"And all the answers"

Dumbledore stared at Fox on the perch and said, "The ice cube that will never melt has a memory sealed there."

"The answer lies in that memory."
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Harry walked in the corridor restlessly, he always felt that the headmaster didn't finish what he said just now, and Dumbledore didn't seem to agree with the method of devil divination.

"Ha——" the fat lady yawned and asked, "Are you planning to give the password, or are you going to sleep at the door?"

Harry walked back to the entrance of the common room before he knew it, and he didn't respond to the Fat Lady's words.

Because he suddenly thought of a sentence Dumbledore said.

[Even I can't help but give it a try. 】

What does it mean?
Could it be that the principal can also summon his own devil?

But what would that be?

I don't know how it compares to Professor Haimer.

Inexplicably, this thought came to Harry, and then he immediately burrowed into the passageway in fear, not daring to continue thinking about it.
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Early the next morning, Harry walked out of the dormitory after getting dressed.Just as he was pondering whether to do a divination for Sirius again, he suddenly saw a crowd of people standing in front of the academy magazine.

"What happened?" he asked curiously.

Unexpectedly, just after Harry asked this sentence, the room became strangely quiet, and the students were all looking at him and whispering.

He wasn't the only one who got this kind of treatment - as soon as Hermione came down the stairs, she was looked back and forth by many similar eyes.

"What the hell is going on?" Harry was full of anger early in the morning. He pushed away from the crowd and squeezed in front of the college magazine, and saw a new announcement appearing on the big page——

[Notice of the Teacher Appreciation Conference: At present, the active classes of all students and professors have come to an end, and the specific content of the course will be organized in a booklet and distributed to each student—by the way, this booklet The name is "The Quibbler" - thanks to the joint efforts of Miss Luna Lovegood and many students, the financial pressure of the Black Devil Foundation has been relieved, and more free magazines can be printed.Remember to take good care of the "Quieter" sent to you at that time, the version with [-]% off the permanent renewal fee is not common. 】

[Back to the teacher recognition event - students can learn by themselves based on the lessons learned by each professor.For each additional student who learns, you can earn 10 points for your college, plus automatically help the professor cast a vote. 】

[The final result will be announced at Christmas. 】

The content of the announcement ends here.

"What's wrong with you guys?" Hermione came over with a frown, she only realized what happened after reading the contents on the bulletin board.

"This year's voting method is really unique, I like it-why are you looking at me like this?"

A senior student tentatively asked: "I remember that you were selected by Professor McGonagall. What did you teach the dean? Can you tell me in advance?"

"Of course it's okay." Hermione said cheerfully, "It's the content of ancient magic. You should have learned it in class. It's the first-year course—the magic circle. It's very simple, isn't it? It should be No one can make magic circle items, right? I think there must be no one present, otherwise they should be locked up by Professor Haimo."

After hearing these words from Hermione, the people around were immediately relieved - it really didn't sound difficult.Although the crafted items were different, they did pass the test.

After all, no one dared to relax in the black devil's class.

"Wait a moment."

At this time, a slightly dissonant voice sounded.

Hermione Granger's roommate, who also knows a little bit more about her - Parvati Patil asked warily: "Is it really as simple as a magic circle item?"

"Oh, I just remembered when you asked me that." Hermione suddenly realized: "There is also Transfiguration, what's wrong? Dean McGonagall is a professor of Transfiguration, so you have to consider the subjects that she will be interested in. This is very Simple, believe me, all the content will not exceed the scope of "Ancient Magic"-I mean Professor Haimer's first book, you should have read it? Except for the second-year students and freshmen, Everyone should have a copy, it is the textbook we need to buy before going to school."

The senior student spoke again: "Can you tell me which page it is on?"

Hermione immediately said: "Let me think about it—there are 17 pages, 73 pages, 84 to 86, 98, and 100 to 126—that's about it. So specific—"

"Stop talking." Harry reminded softly, "It's time to go, Hermione, hurry up, leave now."

"Huh?" Hermione was dragged away from the crowd by Harry in a daze. When they got out of the passage, the wailing sound behind them startled Hermione.

"How many pages is that?"

"What can I do, I don't know anything about the following content."

"I've even forgotten the previous ones."

After coming out of the corridor, Hermione patted her body, and she said dissatisfiedly, "Aren't those people acting too exaggeratedly? I've already said that it's what I've learned."

"Not everyone can remember." Harry said helplessly, "Otherwise there wouldn't be such a thing as an exam—wait a minute, Ron is here too."

Ron came out of the passage in a hurry, the buttons of the witch robes were buttoned wrongly.

"Why didn't you wait for me?" After complaining for a while, he looked back at the passageway that was not completely closed: "What happened today? Those people are so energetic early in the morning. Is Hogwarts going on?"

Harry couldn't even bear to spoil Ron's few good times.

When he learned the real reason, Ron stayed for a few seconds, then he grabbed his hair in pain and wailed: "Tell me this is a dream, I haven't woken up yet, hurry up!"

"Come on." Hermione said with a frown, "I think your sweater is quite useful."

"Is it easy to be scolded by it?" Ron said brokenly: "Really, how could Dean McGonagall be taught by you—wait a minute, buddy, if I remember correctly—"

"That's right." Harry looked around nervously, and then said in a low voice, "I told you a long time ago—the devil, the magic I taught the headmaster is the devil, and just last night, I I also told the content of the devil's divination."

"Merlin!" Ron was completely stunned.

"Yes." Hermione tried her best to suppress the corners of her mouth and said, "Demon, you can't let others see that, otherwise they will have a deeper misunderstanding of Professor Highmore, and the headmaster—he finally faded out of the wizarding world." How can you use this kind of news to make headlines?"

"What are you laughing at?" Ron saw through Hermione's disguise at a glance: "Could it be that you are happy for the opportunity to learn the real devil? You little witch, why did you suddenly become like this?"

"I don't have one." Hermione tried to bear it for a while, but she finally laughed out loud: "Finally, I have a chance, can you understand? Isn't Cedric also a devil? Falling too far."

"Oops." Harry said suddenly, "And Cedric, he also learned from the devil."

Ron looked left and right, and he said in a completely let go tone: "Okay, tell me, how many devils are there? Can't we share one of them?"

(End of this chapter)