Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 282 Confused Harry

"Let me know when you've figured it out, and let me see—there's another full moon before Christmas, and if you can figure it out earlier, maybe we can treat that as a first try, time is still up." In time."

"But you should understand—"

"Understand what? Is it just because of that little risk? Come on, Remus, this isn't the first time I've faced the transformed you, not even the second time, at least the third time. Time. Need I count it for you? The one at school, and the adventure of getting lost in the snowy mountains-ok, I know, I know, you are worried about my safety, how kind, I knew you weren't like the guys you hung out with—some Blake, for example, and that kid was pretty bad."

"But he's dead. Say no more, Toby, and I'm not worried about your safety, I know what you're capable of—"

"Then what are you worried about? Could it be that you are worried about yourself? You have become a werewolf!"

Toby stared at Lupine in disbelief, acting as if he had said something completely unreasonable.

"To be precise, it's a werewolf who took the wolf's poison potion." Lupine said calmly, "You know exactly what this potion does. It makes me drowsy, and I can't even move. It can't be done, let alone hurt you."

"You really are guarding against me." Toby said with a smack of his mouth: "It really disappoints me."

"Who told you that you almost froze my tail?" Lupine said angrily and amusedly: "I have to guard against this kind of thing happening again, it just happens to be winter again, but you have another one that will never Melted ice—speaking carefully, where did this ice come from, why do I have no memory at all?”

Lupine turned and looked at Toby's collection with a puzzled look on his face.

"Don't think about it." Toby waved his hand impatiently and said, "How could you remember that I found this ice cube after you left the snow mountain. It seems that you were really frozen."

"Okay." Lupine shook his head helplessly, he seemed to be planning to leave, and walked towards the door.

But when he just put his hand on the doorknob, he didn't continue to twist it, but turned his head and said to Toby: "It seems that we are going to experience another adventure together, and I hope I won't lose this Work and keep your tail."

Toby said with an expression that he had been waiting for him for a long time: "Don't worry, I can't guarantee the job, but the tail will definitely be preserved."

Lupine gave a dry laugh, then sighed again, and then he really left.
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As the Christmas holiday approaches, Hogwarts gradually becomes lively.Everyone knows that there will be special activities during this year's holiday. Not only will there be an unprecedented celebration in Hogsmeade Village, but there will also be many interesting guests visiting Hogwarts. The teachers and students attended the dinner together.

As a result, not many students are willing to go home this year. They want to reunite with their families, but such a large-scale event is not available every year.

After signing one name after another on the form to decide whether to stay in school, Ron handed the form to Harry and found that he was in a daze.

"Did you notice?" Ron put his head next to Hermione, and he whispered, "Harry has been acting a little lately-"

"I've decided!" Hermione's loud voice startled Ron and woke Harry up quickly.

He saw Hermione grab the form, quickly write down his name with a quill, and let out a sigh of relief.

"I think it's better to stay. Although I feel a little sorry for my parents, they can't understand how important this is to me—and they can also study and assess things by the way. Gryffindor House wins a few more points, or we'll be passed by Slytherins - haven't you noticed that?"

Hermione looked at Ron and Harry who were staring at her with disgust, and said angrily, "Don't you all only know how to eat when you go to the auditorium?"

"Otherwise?" Ron asked stupidly.

"There's still the score, the score in the hourglass." Hermione said with a headache, she grabbed her hair and scratched it vigorously, and it suddenly became messy: "Professor Highmore's assessment is really too difficult, I never know how to change shape." The technique can be so difficult—"

"Then you did know late," Harry said dryly, making Ron laugh.

At this time, Percy walked over swaggeringly, he was here to collect the form.

"Harry, have you decided to go back for Christmas?" he asked in surprise after glancing at the form.

"How is that possible." Harry snatched the parchment much faster than Hermione just now, signed his name on it, and handed it to Percy. The whole process was done in one go, very fast. Percy didn't react.

Spending Christmas with the Dursleys was one of the scariest things Harry could imagine - second only to being alone with Snape, and perhaps adding Professor Highmore's detention.

On reflection, though, Harry realized that none of these things were as troubling as the problem at hand.

"You're looking like this again," said Ron, staring at him.

"What's wrong with me?" Harry braced himself up to cover up and said, "I'm fine now, and I don't have to spend Christmas with those people, oh, yes, and celebrations, listen to Fred and George Have you said that? It is said that there will be a circus when the time comes—”

"Even I can see that you are abnormal." Hermione suddenly interrupted, she leaned over and asked nervously: "Are you also troubled by the assessment? What kind of examination did Professor Highmore assign you?" Huh? You haven't talked about what happened afterwards—that is, the course between you and Principal Dumbledore, how can you pass it?"

"I"

Harry suddenly stuttered, and he thought of Professor Highmore's instructions to him——

"You can't bring this up with anyone, not Ron and Hermione, or Headmaster Dumbledore. Not at all."

"I remember something else, I have to discuss tactics with Wood—" Harry said hastily.

Not far away, Wood, who was buried in reading "The Quibbler", immediately raised his head: "Who? Who is calling me?"

Ron and Hermione stared at Harry strangely, and even the dullest troll could see the panic in his eyes.

"Anyway, I have something to do."

Harry said without hesitation, he stood up abruptly, and ran towards the entrance of the passage without looking back.

The cold wind passed through the wide corridor, blowing chills in people's hearts.

Harry didn't dare to stop all the time, he ignored all the strange gazes cast by the students, he only felt that they all knew the deepest secret in his heart - all speculations were false, only the evil in his heart was real of.

What has he become?Is this really what Professor Haimer said about recognizing oneself?So he had to have a talent for evil that maybe even Voldemort didn't have?

Harry couldn't figure it out.

"boom!"

When passing a corner, Harry accidentally collided with the person on the opposite side, and immediately fell backwards.

"Sorry." Harry grabbed his back and got up, grinning in pain.

"What's wrong with you?"

Only then did Harry realize that the person opposite him was actually Cedric, and he clutched his stomach in pain: "Is it because the glasses are broken, so that's why I can't see the road clearly?"

Harry shook his head in embarrassment. He walked over to pick up Cedric's backpack that had dropped on the floor, but Cedric couldn't hold it at all and kept rubbing his stomach.

"Should I take you to the hospital?" Harry said apologetically, "I think Ms. Pomfrey should be able to cure you soon."

"No, it's too late." Cedric shook his head and said, "I have to rush to class—by the way, why haven't you come recently?"

"What?" Harry looked at him confused.

"Mr. Barrow's class." Cedric asked puzzledly: "He asked you one more time—we'll talk about it as we walk."

Harry felt a little strange in his heart, he only visited once by chance, and he didn't expect to be missed by Barrow.

He followed Cedric in small steps, and asked, "What about Ron and Hermione? Did Mr. Barrow mention them too?"

"No, because they didn't accept Mr. Barrow's personal teaching." Cedric said: "I think Mr. Barrow is quite traditional, and his habits are a little different from ours. If you take it seriously, it's a bit like a direct disciple? Probably some kind of inheritance between ancient wizards."

Harry was indeed taught by Barrow himself. He answered Harry's questions about divination and told him how to make the results of divination more accurate—the method is actually very simple. You just need to think from a different angle. Divination is seen as a result, but as a part of the process, without a beginning and without an end.

"Can I go, too?" Harry asked, stopping suddenly.

"Of course." Cedric acted as if Harry had asked some obvious question: "Of course you can go with me, just don't stop, we're really going to be late."

"Oh, by the way, I have one more thing to remind you."

"What is it?" Harry asked quickly, "Could it be homework?"

"That's not true." Cedric laughed out loud. He obviously understood that Harry was telling a joke about Professor Highmore. Everyone knew that Professor Highmore was the professor in this school who valued students' homework the most.

"The person who is going to teach us today has changed, not Mr. Barrow, but Ms. Gray, the ghost of Ravenclaw House."

Harry heard from Cedric that this special class was organized by Professor Haimer, but he was not in charge of teaching the class, but asked two other ghosts to teach the students——Bloodman Barrow, and Ms. Gray.

But the strange thing is that they never appear together, and have always been responsible for different courses at different times.The content is roughly the same, and they are all related to the soul.

"Then can I still go?" Harry asked nervously, not familiar with Ms. Gray at all.

"No problem, just rest assured." Cedric patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "There won't be any trouble."

Cedric was absolutely right.

Because when Ms. Gray appeared in the classroom, she completely ignored Cedric and Harry, and only cared about the problems and conditions of Ginny and Luna.

By the way, of course Ginny and Luna also came, and Ginny was very happy when she saw only Harry and no Ron came to make trouble, and even took the initiative to say hello to Harry up.

Ms. Gray's teaching style is a little more normal than Barrow's.

The last time he came here, Barrow asked them who had a problem, but only the students who raised their hands were left behind, and the others left the classroom without listening to anything.

Ms. Gray is different. She looks very proud, and her voice is not warm when she lectures. She looks like an iceman.

But at least she will explain the lesson seriously and not drive others away as soon as she comes up.

Still, Harry felt a little uncomfortable.

It was really because Ms. Gray's ignorance made him feel like he was hated, but he obviously hadn't done anything, and he had never even greeted Ms. Gray, and he didn't know her.

"For many years, wizards have never given up on the exploration of the soul." On the podium, Ms. Gray said in a flat tone: "Some people think it is the source of magic power, while others are in pursuit of more powerful power. .But souls, unlike ghosts, are invisible, and no one has ever made it, and no one has ever actually seen a real soul.”

Cedric was diligently taking notes, and his appearance reminded Harry of Hermione—fortunately, Harry didn't bring his schoolbag, which at least eased his self-blame a lot.

"Don't feel weird."

When Harry was in a daze, he suddenly heard Cedric say to himself in a very soft voice: "I guess Ms. Gray doesn't like to see men, so she ignores us. I guess this is Barrow The reason why Mister won't show up."

It turned out that this had nothing to do with me.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but suspect that wherever he went now someone else knew his fundamentally sinister secret, which had kept him from sleeping well lately.

In this dazed state, the class gradually came to an end.

Harry was finally starting to feel bad - he couldn't understand Ms. Gray's lessons at all, and it didn't seem like something a student should learn - at least at the level of a scholar.

This is not good.

Because Harry came here together to ask for help, he originally hoped to get a reasonable solution from the professor who taught the class, or knowledge that was useful to him, just like in the last class.

But now he has nothing to gain.

"Do you have any questions about this class?"

Ms. Gray asked the same question as Barrow, she still only looked at Ginny and Luna, not at the two boys behind.

Again, Ginny and Luna shook their heads.Harry guessed it was probably because they didn't even understand why they were in this special class, so they couldn't even ask questions-these content was still too much for second-year students.

"I have a question, Madam Professor?"

Harry raised his hand quickly under Cedric's surprised gaze, and he changed his address quickly because he wasn't sure if Ms. Gray liked being called a professor.

Lady Gray glanced at him flatly.

"get out of class."

Harry's eyes widened. He watched Ms. Gray leave the classroom, with no intention of staying to answer questions.

"I told you a long time ago." Cedric comforted him helplessly: "Ms. Gray doesn't like to see men, and she probably doesn't even want to hear voices."

(End of this chapter)