Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 294 James Potter?

Backstage at a theater show.

Hearing the familiar voice of James, Sirius was completely stunned.

"It's impossible." He murmured, "I have seen your dead body with my own eyes. You should have died a long time ago."

"I know it's really easy to bluff people." James said with a smile: "But I didn't expect you to be alive at first. This time we are even."

"Even?" Sirius said confusedly: "How can this be considered even? You have been dead for more than ten years, but I have only been dead for less than half a year."

He suddenly came back to his senses, and suddenly thought of more things worth thinking about.

"It's impossible for you to be alive, unless you also took refuge in Grindelwald? Like Regulus? Why did you do this?"

The smile on James' face faded, and he sighed and said, "It can't be regarded as refuge, but he was indeed the one who rescued me. I don't know how he did it until today. Back from the dead? It shouldn't exist, should it?"

"Yeah." The confusion in Sirius' eyes became more and he became vigilant a little bit.

"Have you met Harry?" he asked suddenly.

"What?" James froze for a moment.

"I asked you, have you met Harry?" Sirius said with increasing tone: "The first thing you did after you came back to life was to come to me instead of seeing Harry? He is your child .”

Just after the atmosphere between the two gradually became abnormal, several familiar voices came from the front desk, and they were getting closer and closer.

"Hey (principal, why are you here? Can you stop asking me about Toby? I'm just a Nixie, don't make it too difficult for me, I shouldn't make decisions for him unless you are willing to bring me a Bottle of Flame Whiskey or something.)”

"I don't think so, Al. It's a beautiful quality to stick to the bottom line, and it shouldn't be broken by me-I ask you, did you just see someone go backstage?"

"Yeah (Backstage? There seems to be nothing? Isn't it just a corpse?)"

Sirius and James exchanged a glance at the same time.

"Don't go," said Sirius immediately.

"It's late, man." The vivid expression on the wizard's face gradually disappeared, leaving James' last words: "Can you believe it? This time I really just came to see you. As for Harry... he He is alive and well, and I shouldn't bother him."

"Farewell, Sirius."

The moment Dumbledore just walked into the backstage, the wizard suddenly passed out and fell to the ground involuntarily.

"Yeah?" Al, who also walked in, pointed at Sirius in horror and said, "Yeah! (How did you survive? No—it was you! No, I'm just telling Toby, you guys are so bad! )”

It already understood that Dumbledore had switched the skeleton with the real Sirius long ago, and what it saw on the stage just now was also the "corpse" of the real Sirius.

How can someone even have the heart to lie to Xixiu!
Dumbledore stopped the grief-stricken Al, and he comforted him: "Why don't we see what's going on, because I remember—"

He scanned Sirius' still puzzled face with serious eyes and said: "We made an appointment tomorrow, and it is far from the time when you should be sober, Sirius."

But Sirius didn't look at Dumbledore at all, he still stared at the fainted wizard and muttered: "Is this the Imperius Curse, why on earth are you doing this?"

Dumbledore heard Sirius talking to himself, and he strode over, carefully inspecting the wizard's condition with his wand, while Al was still staring at them angrily and complainingly.

"He showed no signs of being controlled by the Imperius Curse." After putting away his wand, Dumbledore stood up straight again and asked, "Why did you say that, and how did this person wake you up just now?"

"It's not the Imperius Curse?" Sirius focused his eyes on Dumbledore's face: "But how could it be? Could it be that James really came back to life?"

"Yeah?" Al plucked his ears vigorously, did he hear something extraordinary just now? ——
"Professor Haimo is really courageous."

Ron said unsatisfactorily, "Did you see the smile on Fudge's face just now? It's as hard as you want. I think there must be a few people who can see something wrong among these foreign wizards." of."

"Not necessarily." Hermione's thoughts were more calm: "Everyone knows that this time Fudge is taking the initiative to bow his head and make friends with Hogwarts. In this way, even if he shows resentment, it can be justified—— But we don’t need to worry about this kind of thing, where are we going to play later? Do we still have to go to the booth? Or should we go to the circus?”

They have now understood what the so-called booth is all about - it's all thanks to the Black Devil Foundation, allowing students to have the opportunity to display the magic circle items they made, and if any one is popular, they can make a large batch in advance The production has come out, so that the market can be opened in advance.

Harry was a little tired from dealing with those foreign guests, who kept them staring at his forehead, making Harry feel as if he had returned to the time when he first entered the wizarding world.

Hermione saw the perplexity in Harry's eyes.

"Then go to the circus." She said indifferently, the flame bottle was not as popular as she imagined, and few people came to ask about it. Many adult wizards know the flame spell, so there is no need to carry a bottle with them use.

As for Ron, there is even less of an opinion.Who would be interested in a sweater that likes to berate people?
There are indeed some, but no matter how you look at them, there is something wrong with those people. They all look like they have some strange hobbies, and they are also dressed in strange ways - they don't want to show their faces.This scared Ron so much that he didn't dare to take the sweater out later.

Although the celebration this time seemed rather solemn, perhaps because the students would also stay, in order not to cause them to make trouble everywhere, Fudge also deliberately arranged a lot of activities that would consume their energy.

Without a doubt, the circus is one of them.

"Hey, look." Hermione pointed to the location of the circus and said, "Mr. Scamander is also there. He seems to know the owner of the circus."

"I said." Scamander walked around beside the carriage belonging to the circus. He seemed to want to take a look in the big tent behind the scenes, but was immediately stopped by the fat boss.

"It's not time to go in and watch the show yet." He said in a muffled voice, "What are you looking for? Why do you walk around with your suitcase every time I see you? There is nothing strange inside this time." something?"

Newt held the suitcase away from his boss, as if worried that he might get his way.

"You still have the nerve to ask me? This time you don't have any strange employees here, right? Don't make trouble for yourself."

"You don't need to remind me." The boss said angrily: "Before we came in, we had to accept seven different investigations. They even kept the flame bat, and they refused to let us bring it in—"

"Flame bats?" Newt immediately returned to his old ways, and he asked with interest: "Where did you find them? Do you have a more specific location?"

"No!" The boss urged Newt to leave quickly: "Don't disturb our work, unlike you, we have to make money by pleasing these brats."

"Don't be so sarcastic." Newt was pushed away dissatisfied and said, "You can also write a book and try it out. I believe what you see along the way will be interesting."

The boss stopped suddenly, and he tentatively asked: "Are you serious? Would anyone really want to read the book we wrote?"

"How do you know if you don't try it?" Newt said vigorously, "I was considered a freak when I was in school-so can you tell me where those flame bats come from?"

"We do have a lot of freaks here." The boss glanced at his employees, some of them were jumping around and spitting out flames from their mouths, and some were repeatedly creating more big bubbles. So that the students can get in and roll and play.

"Retirement is also a difficult problem. I can't support them all the time. There are always times when I can't jump."

He hesitated and glanced at the expectant Newt, wrapped his fingers around the hooked beard on his nose, and then let go of his fingers after the beard was tightly wound, allowing the beard to spring back to its original shape in an instant.

"Come with me." He made up his mind and said, "I even hid one secretly. I originally planned to find a chance to find suitable customers at the celebration. If you are willing to buy them, that's fine."

"No problem." Newt immediately agreed. As for how to explain the disappearance of the gold to Tina, well, let's just blame his son, for example, buy him a Firebolt or something, or grandson also.

There are two excuses, he is really smart.

Just when Newt was about to follow the circus owner into the tent, he suddenly saw someone nearby.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were staring at him and the boss.

"Why do I feel that they are not discussing good things?"

"I think so too, with a mysterious look."

"Hey, he found us."

"Hello, kids." Newt could only come over to say hello in embarrassment, "We meet again."

"Mr. Newt, you—"

Before Hermione finished speaking, Ron asked in a daze, "Is there any hidden project in the circus? Can we go and see it with you?"

Harry and Hermione exchanged a look - what was going on in Ron's mind, why he only knew how to play.

"Hurry up." The circus owner began to urge again: "Who are they, your book fans? They are really enviable."

"Not exactly." Newt regretted coming over to say hello now, he should just pretend he didn't see it.

Well, he always had a hard time dealing with the relationship between wizards and wizards, which was ten thousand times more complicated than the social structure of Bowtruckles.

"By the way," he said suddenly, pushing Harry over. "Do you know who he is?"

"A little devil—eh?" The circus owner rubbed his eyes vigorously, his eyes were focused on Harry's forehead, and his eyes began to change little by little.

"Harry Potter," he said in a low voice, acting as if he had discovered something serious.

But it's also really amazing.

Because of the noise in that trial, the miserable Harry has become a well-known figure in the entire wizarding world. To this day, wizards who pity him still write to him.

"I have an idea." Newt felt that his head was particularly bright today: "After you write down what you have learned, how about asking Harry to help you promote it? For example, Harry Potter's favorite experience and so on. recommendation words. Of course, I won’t let you help in vain, but I consider paying you—”

"Gold?" Ron asked with bright eyes, and his tone was extremely envious. Can Harry make money so easily?

"It's a flame bat." Newt said dissatisfiedly: "How can gold be compared with a rare magical animal?"

"You didn't say that when you were young." The boss said suspiciously, "I remember that your purpose of writing the book was to make more money."

"It doesn't matter." Newt said angrily, his face under the gray hair was flushed red, of course, it is also possible that he became embarrassed after being punctured.

He tried to persuade Harry: "The poor people who work in the circus are all homeless people. Some bad things happened here before, so I want to help them, at least To live out my old age. Of course, I'll write their testimonials for them myself, and maybe consider an ad in The Quibbler, which is a wonderful magazine, and Tina can't stop reading it."

"But the effect of advertising doesn't seem to be that great." Ron muttered in confusion, "What was the ranking of "Ancient Magic" last week? Has it retreated? If this continues, the front page will become like this again." book."

"Front page?" Newt said in amazement. "Does anyone still read the front page of The Quibbler? It's the most useless article in the entire magazine. It's always about stuff no one can understand. Or just don't care."

Hermione mourned for Professor Highmore in her heart for a few seconds. It seems that the ranking of "Ancient Magic" will drop a lot.

I hope that the professor's new book will be more popular, um. It's best not to let Professor Haimo just give up on writing a new book.

It seems to be on the cards now, with no new books in the last year.
"I'm OK."

Just when Hermione was talking non-stop, Harry suddenly said, "I don't think it's nothing, right? It's just a recommendation, and I should read it myself."

"Look at what he said." The circus owner said emotionally, "[It's just a recommendation], you don't understand how much this will help us—"

"Okay, okay." Newt urged dissatisfiedly: "Hurry up, how long do we have to wait, or it will be time for the dinner."

"It's time to see the flame bat."

(End of this chapter)