Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 279 Phase Two
Since entering Hogwarts, the third year can be regarded as Harry's busiest school year - because his courses have inexplicably increased.

First, before the start of school, Harry studied devils with Professor Highmore for a while, and finally learned how to manipulate the clarinet by accident on his birthday night, and made a dark rune snake, which was his devil.

Then there is the special counseling of Professor Highmore-teaching him how to deal with the soul left by Voldemort in his body.

Then comes the Teacher Recognition Show, when Harry actually needs to teach Dumbledore.He felt that he didn't know much magic, and the only one he could use was the devil, so he had no choice but to tell him what Professor Haimo had taught him.

Today, both the first and third courses are over, leaving only the special tutoring by Professor Haimer.

If you're serious about it, this actually includes Professor Lupine, because at the same time he was teaching Ron and Hermione's Patronus, Harry would sit in and try to learn.

Now none of the three of them can really summon the Patronus, only Hermione succeeded once by chance, but it was only a faint silver smoke.

But the other part of the course is a little different.

That is the personal tutoring of Professor Haimer.

During this period of time, Professor Highmore's personal tutoring has never stopped. No matter how busy he seems, he will always pick out a certain period of time on a weekend and lead the three of Harry to that magical classroom ( Room of Requirement), and the scene will be different every time the class is held—the first time is near the temple, and later it becomes other ruins: palaces in snowy mountains, underground caves, fortresses in the desert, almost everything Have.

Harry guessed it was because Professor Highmore was adding an air of mystery to his lessons in order to make the three of them more wary.

This is very effective, even Ron, who likes to cheer the most, dare not relax in this class.

Because what they have to face is the real devil.

Not only Professor Haimer's textbooks, but occasionally Professor Haimer himself - he almost becomes exactly like the devil, I don't know how he did it, the most strange thing is that it is difficult for people to understand why he is still alive and well of.

You know, the devil is a creature that has undergone torture.

Professor Haimer said it long ago. He guessed that the devil is a punishment that a group of wizards punished another group of wizards, turning them into devils that can never be freed. They can't even commit suicide, they can only live in pain.

In the face of such a terrible example, Harry would never have guessed that he had already gained something - and that was his clarinet.

During a by chance, Harry tried to use him to cast a spell.But what he never expected was that even after his Parseltongue stopped playing, the clarinet still cast a floating spell, causing Ron's ink bottle to fall off the sofa and land on his magic circle sweater .

Harry apologized to Ron for a long time for this, because the sweater acted like Ron had committed some heinous crime, and the ensuing reprimand was stronger than ever.

"It looks more and more like my mother now." Ron said bitterly at the time.

This incident gave Harry a guess-could he also make a self-casting wand?

It was something Cedric had dreamed of.

More than once Harry had heard him mention that he could be locked up for as many days as he could, as long as he could create a self-casting wand.

What happened next was very simple, Harry tried to sit for two exams, he had absolutely no psychological barriers to voting for Dumbledore and Professor Highmore, and by the way, he was able to score twice for Gryffindor House , is a very good result.

But Professor Haimo completely denied him.

"This exam doesn't count as a pass for you, and that has nothing to do with autocasting wands. It's time for you to move on to the next stage of tutoring, Harry."

After Toby finished speaking, he raised his head, looked at Dobby who was waiting to become a teaching material, looked at Neville at the Mason Gate with a dull expression, and Hermione who was racking his brains to compete with the flame bottle—by the way Not to mention, she has turned the flame bottle into a cat uglier than Crookshanks, with hard hair that can pierce the floor, and the eyeballs are protruding outwards, which looks very scary.

"Children, especially you, Miss Granger - before you damage any more of my floors, I want to inform you that today's assessment is temporarily over - or are you going to accept - let me see, How about this head with the skeleton still on it? Let it look at you?"

Hermione turned the cat back to its original form in shame, and she didn't want to stay any longer.

Neville also felt that it would be better for him to go back and check the information first. He knew that Professor Highmore had such a special collection, but he never knew what to call it, and he had never seen it in a book.

As for Dobby, of course he listened to the esteemed Professor Highmore for everything, and he would not hesitate at all—even if he was asked to jump into the fire pit, he would agree.

What a silly little elf.

"Harry, why aren't you leaving?"

Hermione turned her head with a blushing face, not daring to look at Professor Highmore. Of course, she forcibly ignored the damaged floor—she tried to repair it secretly, but there was something wrong with those floors, it seemed that they were not ordinary wood , cannot be restored.

At this moment, Harry was a little moved, and Hermione didn't forget to ask him to go with him in such an embarrassing situation.

Really worthy of Gryffindor who is famous for his bravery - I don't know what identity Harry put himself into, so that this kind of weird idea came up.

"Mr. Potter still needs to wait for a while before leaving. His assessment is more complicated, so he can't leave now."

Hermione nodded embarrassedly at Professor Highmore, her movements were extremely stiff, her face was even more stiff, and she almost missed the door frame, but fortunately, Al pulled her back with all her strength, so that the fluff stood on end.

After Hermione was the last one to leave, Al just looked at the wooden door distressedly for any signs of damage, when he heard Toby say to it: "Al, go and hang the no-disturb sign at the door, if any more students come to participate The assessment will send them to Severus, it's time for him to do some work. Also, call the armor, you know where it is."

Harry watched Al's expression suddenly become serious, and then saw it directing the two skeletons in the room, they walked out of the door one by one, one turned left and went straight to the stairs, and the other hung a skeleton around his neck. A big piece of parchment, on which was written crookedly - [Go to Severus. Go to Severus].

However, this is still the skull without a head. When it stands at the door, it will look so weird and weird.

Then Al just didn't leave the house and completed the two tasks assigned by Toby, which made Harry dumbfounded.

"Mr. Potter, I have some questions for you."

"Yes, Professor, you can just ask." Harry replied nervously. Since he learned about the devil, Professor Highmore would sometimes call him Harry directly, and it was rare for him to be so serious.

Toby sat upright on the sofa chair, staring straight at Harry opposite, his eyes hidden behind the hair.Compared with when he just returned to Hogwarts, the curly hair has become much thicker, and it is completely impossible to see where his eyes are hidden.

"Have you heard someone whispering in your ear recently?" Toby asked with a cold tone.

Harry tried to remember for a while, and he stammered, "No, Professor, I'm sure not."

"Then do you feel that your body will be out of control?"

"Neither, Professor"

"What about the voice in your head? The idea that tempts you to become another creature? Like a five-legged monster? In short, the kind that makes you not want to be human."

"I still want to be a human, a wizard is better"

"Then do you have a crush?"

".what?"

"Answer my question! Mr. Potter, this is very important - do you have the urge to chop off your admirer's hand and sew it on a hat? Best to describe the type of hat you like in passing, felt Hat? Or a wide-brimmed hat?"

"Of course I don't have one, Professor! Really not!"

"Does it mean the person who has no crush? Or does it mean the idea of ​​not cutting off the other party's arm?"

"None, I swear to God, promise to Merlin, Professor, you don't want to send me to Azkaban, do you?"

Although his vision was obscured, Harry saw the corners of Toby's mouth twitch.

"How could it be?" Toby said with a smile: "Azkaban? That's not as safe as my pharaoh's coffin. It's really sad when I think about it now, it's gone, alas. I really miss being locked in it. The day you could hear mummies banging outside."

Al, who was guarding the door, also nodded distressedly, how much gold he lost.

Harry looked around in panic, looking around, as if looking for something that could replace the pharaoh's coffin—the Mason door looked good, and it was very suitable for locking up a threatening little wizard like him, even No body will ever be found.

"Forget it," said Toby, patting the table lightly, making Harry jump.

"It seems that you haven't been affected by any other weird things." Toby shook his head and said regretfully.

Harry tried his best to refrain from asking Professor Highmore why he felt sorry, and pressed his right fist with his left hand, almost breaking the skin on the back of his hand.

The inquiry seems to stop there.

Harry waited quietly for a while, and when he gradually regained his composure, he found that Professor Highmore had no intention of speaking.

So he tentatively asked, "Professor?"

"What's the matter?" Toby was rummaging through something, and even bent his body under the table.

Harry didn't know what to do for a while, his mind was confused, he also bent down, and asked under the table: "Are the questions you just asked are likely to be encountered when studying devils? Did it happen to me?"

Toby had already bent his body lower and lower, and said without raising his head: "Are you talking about those problems just now? Don't think too much, Harry, I'm just eliminating some unnecessary risks, who knows Will you make a mistake? Ancient magic is such a dangerous thing——I found it, so it’s here.”

Harry saw Professor Highmore take out a black notebook from under the corner of the desk, the cover of which was severely dented.At the same time, the office door opened, and people walked in with a skeleton head and gleaming armor.

Snapped.

Toby slapped the notebook on the table, wiped the dust off it in distaste, then reached out and called the armor over.

"Swallow it," said Toby, offering it.

The loud howling sound appeared almost at the same time. Harry immediately covered his ears, and the scar also started to ache. He subconsciously closed his eyes, tears flowed from the pain, and his consciousness also fell little by little.
"Harry, Harry, don't sleep!"

Harry thought that the place where he woke up would be a hospital, but he didn't expect to be on the couch in the ancient magic office.

Nothing had changed in the room, except for the black notebook that had disappeared.

And the armor, with its visor flipping up and down, sort of like belching.

"I, I." Harry murmured, still unconsciously pressing the scar with his palm.

"Look at you." Toby frowned and looked at Harry's miserable appearance. He took a tissue and wiped away the tears next to Harry's eyes with heavy hands-this time Harry learned a lesson He quickly took off his glasses, grinning his teeth while keeping the mirror legs from being broken, forgetting that he could ask himself to do so.

"Harry, Harry, if you can't even bear this pain, what will you do in the future?"

"I can bear it." Harry said hard. "I was beaten by Dudley a lot when I was a child. It was almost as simple as eating and drinking."

Toby looked at Harry's pitiful and ridiculous appearance, he shook his head, and threw the tissue into the trash can in the corner of the office with precision.

"Stand up." Toby ordered, his tone sounded even ruthless: "Stand up straight, it will be time to suffer."

Harry immediately did so. His legs were so weak that he almost didn't fall again. Fortunately, he held down the armrest of the sofa in time and stood up stiffly.

Toby walked up to the armor that had stopped hiccupping, and he muttered to himself: "You must be very unwilling, thinking of so many ways to escape, do you really think I don't know, there are a total of 134 ways Ah, it's all gone now, all gone."

There was a slight roar from inside the armor. As soon as it lifted the visor, it spit out a small black ball, which was caught by Toby's hand and handed to Harry.

"Swallow it."

Harry's lips were trembling. He looked at the thing in Professor Highmore's hand in horror, and then looked up at Professor Highmore's face.

"Are you sure?" He asked tremblingly.

It was a big, powerful hand that answered him, and Harry thought his teeth were going to be smashed.

A sticky, cold, and chilly thing was stuffed into Harry's mouth, and without moving his throat, it slid straight in from his mouth and stuck in his esophagus, almost suffocating.

Harry stared wide-eyed at Professor Highmore, rolling his eyes until finally he didn't hear the next words.

However, what Harry didn't see was that after he was unconscious, Toby ordered the skeleton to hug his body to the sofa, and then he opened his sleeves, and the magic circle engraved on his body was slightly fanning light.

The armor untied automatically, and put it on Toby's body bit by bit—the devil trapped inside seemed to be crazy, and penetrated into Toby's body along Toby's mouth, ears, nostrils, and eyes, causing his skin to vibrate violently. agitated.

After the devil disappeared and the final helmet was placed on his head, Toby gave Al a final order: "Remember to watch the door, but don't let the principal see this scene. Otherwise."

"He will definitely be worried about his two students."

Al nodded sternly.

Toby fell all over and fell to the ground without making any sound.

Only then did Al's eyes become worried.

"Yeah." Its voice was weak, and it asked the skeleton with its head to help, and moved Toby to a more comfortable position.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the office.

Draco Malfoy shouted from outside the door: "Professor Highmore, are you in? I brought my work and came here to take the assessment by the way!"

"Believe me, Professor, give me a chance, I will never lose to that guy Lovegood!"

(End of this chapter)