Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 299 The Weekend
For the students of Hogwarts, the biggest impact of Grindelwald's escape is that the school is under martial law again.

This is another martial law since Sirius fled last semester. Fortunately, there are no dementors stationed in the school this time (perhaps because Fudge dare not disobey Dumbledore at this time), and the school has not banned The students go to Hogsmeade for the weekend, but
Filch was guarding the gate of the castle, holding a pointed dark magic detector in his hand, staring at the passing students with good intentions.

"Is this thing really useful?" Ron grinned and said, Filch stabbed him very hard just now: "Could it be possible that Grindelwald can become a student?"

"It's a helper." Hermione explained impatiently while rubbing her arms: "How many times have I told you, Grindelwald must have a helper, otherwise he couldn't escape Nurmengard alone , and now the Ministry of Magic is looking for these helpers."

"Yeah, no names, no photos, nothing." Ron muttered dissatisfiedly: "Let's see who can find out this large group of mysterious people."

I don't know if it has something to do with the impact of Grindelwald's escape. The trio surprisingly had free time on weekends. They didn't need to learn Professor Lupine's Patronus class and Professor Haimer's Devil class. They were completely free.

So the three decided to go to Hogsmeade Village to stay for a while, so as not to regret it in case the school suddenly doesn't allow them to travel.

"I heard that a wish box has been installed in Hogsmeade Village." Ron said abruptly, "The anti-demon glasses are probably also available. Do you want to have a look?"

"Where is it?" Hermione clutched the collar of her witch robe tightly. It was still winter, and her face was flushed by the cold wind. If it wasn't for the three broomsticks, she wouldn't want to line up in the cold weather.

"There should be three broomsticks." Ron made the same gesture and said, "Fred and George told me a few places, now go there and have a look, if it doesn't work, I'll change to another place."

"I'm fine." Harry's mouth was blocked by the scarf, and his voice was muffled.

Along the way, they saw a lot of people discussing the wish box, and some even wondered if it was because Professor Highmore obstructed it that Principal Dumbledore was not allowed to completely martial law, so as not to affect the business of the wish box.

"Do you think it's possible?" Ron asked uncertainly.

"How is that possible?" Hermione was still willing to defend Professor Haimer in this matter: "If the professor really intends to earn more gold, he wouldn't specially give the student the discount of "The Quibbler."

"I think so too." Harry said with a smile. "Unless the wish box is replaced with a different period of confinement, I don't think Professor Highmore will fight against the Headmaster over such a thing."

Ron immediately pretended to have a gloomy tone and said, "Congratulations, Miss Granger, you have won three days of confinement. You can't do your homework or read books. The time should be three days before the exam."

Hermione glared at him angrily, and Harry covered his mouth and laughed.

But soon, Harry stopped laughing.

"Can people still squeeze in here?"

Standing on tiptoe, Harry looked into the packed three broomsticks, wondering where these people got so much money, they charged a silver Sickle for each stroke.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze."

The owner of the bar is a bald man. He stood tiredly outside the door and shouted: "I am the owner of this bar. If you don't let me in, no one will make drinks for you! Drinks are not allowed!"

"Let's change places." Ron said dryly.

The two had no choice but to agree, but then they found that any shop with a wish box was crowded. It seemed that the students from the entire castle had come to Hogsmeade Village, and even the wizards in the village, as well as those who came from afar Guys, they carry heavy bags just to smoke a couple of them for fun.

"Is there anything we don't know?" Harry stood in front of Honeydukes' gate in confusion and said, "Why are there so many people here today?"

Hermione took out the "Quieter" she carried with her, quickly flipped through a few pages, then pointed to one of the articles and said to them: "I knew it, you read this—"

[Newly added prizes to the wish box—ten new Firebolts, another pile of "Ancient Magic" written by Toby Highmore, multi-flavored juice, anti-demon glasses, and lucky charms——]

"Multi-flavored juice?" Ron was shocked: "Is it the multi-flavored juice I know?"

"I'm not asking you to read this." Hermione said: "The key is the lucky charm, which was also made by Fred and George, and it is said that Wood helped. They successfully made magic items from the ancient divination we learned this semester." I always thought they were just talking about it."

"What's the use?" Harry asked curiously.

"Lucky decisions can be divined." Hermione said: "For example, good weather and bad weather. Although it sounds not very good, but now is an extraordinary time. Everyone knows that Grindelwald is at large and wants more A way to save your life."

Ron's teeth were itching in anger, he gritted his teeth and said, "They won't take me! No, I'll go back now, and I have to invent something valuable!"

As he spoke, he was about to rush back, but Hermione and Harry just stood there, watching him walk a certain distance, and after turning his head back three times, he hurried back in desperation, bowing his head and not speaking.

"Are there any other places where there are wish boxes?" Harry suppressed a laugh, and asked in a trembling voice, "It doesn't seem to work here either."

"Let's go." Ron said dejectedly, "There is one last place. If it doesn't work there, you have to go back and come back early tomorrow."

Ron hadn't given up on the idea of ​​making money, and he kept muttering ideas that popped into his head along the way-like a comforting sweater, a bottle cat that doesn't need to be taken care of, and a prank flute, whoever touches it It will turn into a snake.

All sounded good, but Ron couldn't possibly make these things by himself, he wasn't as smart as Fred and George.

"Hermione, how about you—" he tentatively asked.

"No!" Hermione's answer made Ron's heart turn cold immediately: "I still have a lot of homework to deal with, and there are assessments for the teacher recognition meeting. There are so many assessments, I can't handle it at all."

"You don't need to attend every one of them." Ron said loudly, "Will you from Trelawney go too?"

Everyone knew that Hermione didn't like Trelawney's Divination class, just wait for when she would voluntarily withdraw from this elective class.

Hermione hummed silently, obviously still hesitating.

"Wait a minute." Harry suddenly felt that the path they were walking was becoming more and more quiet: "Where are we going? Are you sure there is a wish box in this alley?"

"Just a few more steps." Ron urged.

Sure enough, just after passing a corner, they saw a small bar at the intersection.It is indeed much quieter here, and there are fewer people, and the wild boar's head cut off from the wooden signboard is enough to infiltrate people.

In front of the blown crunching signboard, the three of them became hesitant.

"Is this all?" Harry asked.

Ron nodded with determination, no different from a prisoner who was about to go to the execution ground.

"I don't think it's necessary to find a wish box—"

Before Hermione could finish speaking, Ron came to the door nervously, and walked in first.

Hermione and Harry turned their heads and looked at each other, and they had to follow carefully, intending to take Ron away as soon as they found something was wrong.

This is the cleanest shop Harry has ever seen. There are not many customers in it. A big guy who looks stupid and seems to have troll blood is vigorously tapping the wish box in the corner.

"It swallowed my money!" The man yelled blankly, "My money is gone!"

"That's because you lost the bet."

A disheveled man came out from behind the counter. He looked not to be trifled with, pointed at the customer with his wand and said, "Get out of here quickly, don't disturb my business!"

This person was really stupid enough, he stood where he was and thought about it carefully, then walked away muttering in dissatisfaction.

"It's our turn." Ron said in a low voice, his face pale with fright.

Hermione followed the two of them closely. When Ron dropped the precious silver Sickle into the wish box, she felt something was wrong. When she turned around, she found that the boss was also sticking closely behind them.

"Ah!" Hermione exclaimed in shock.

"Ah!" Ron also shouted in despair. He actually won a copy of "Ancient Magic" by Professor Haimer. This is the worst prize.

"Huh?" Harry was also puzzled, he seemed to hear Sirius talking to himself just now—

"I've been forgetting to ask you one thing, Harry, where did the Firebolt I gave you go? Was it snatched by that fellow Highmore?"

Harry turned around in a daze, and saw the strange boss staring at him closely, with angry eyes flashing in his eyes.

"Who are you?" He asked in disbelief, and at the same time he was glad that he swallowed the name back in time, it would be bad if it was heard by others.

"It's me." The strange boss said, "Come with me."

The shocked Harry, the bitter Ron, and the frightened Hermione followed behind the boss. They went up the stairs, and there was a living room with a worn carpet and a small A small fireplace, above which hung a large oil painting of a blond girl looking blankly and tenderly into the room.

"Where's Aberforth?" she kept asking, "Where's Aberforth?"

"He's gone far away, and he will have to wait for a while before he can come back," said the strange boss.

"Then I'll ask you tomorrow." The girl said sullenly.

Harry read the content of the conversation in a daze until the strange boss took the initiative to say: "This is the bar opened by Dumbledore's brother, and I'm currently taking care of it—it's me, Harry, I'm Sirius, I'm I said earlier that we would meet soon."

Harry opened his mouth wide in surprise, and he saw the person in front of him brushing his hair away, rubbing off some strange things on his face, and returning to his original appearance.

"Wait a minute." Ron held the "Ancient Magic" he had just drawn and said, "I didn't expect the principal to have a younger brother, but this girl, is she Arianna?"

In the end, Ron's voice was too low to be heard.

Now even the appearance of Sirius couldn't attract their attention, and all three of them turned their attention to the girl in the oil painting.

"I didn't expect that." Hermione also whispered, "She looks so normal, but..."

"Don't disturb her." Sirius was still on the Firebolt: "You haven't answered my question yet, Harry, I remember that in the report I read before, you won a Firebolt, then What about the one I gave you? Did Haimer intercept it on purpose?"

That was true, Harry had known for a long time that Professor Highmore had intercepted the Firebolt that Sirius had given him, and he suspected it had been given to Cedric.

Seriously, though, after seeing so many Firebolts in the Wish Box, Harry thought he could put it another way.

"No." He immediately made up: "I have already received the one you gave me. As for the prizes in Professor Haimer's wish box, they have not been distributed yet, but the professor took them back and said that I have to wait until I think about them." I'll give it back to the Quidditch World Cup."

Sirius stared at Harry carefully for a while, and he seemed to understand that Harry didn't want to make his mood worse.

"I'll ask him myself when I get a chance," he said, and then changed his tone into a more relaxed tone. "What do you guys plan to eat? I've got cheese and bread here, and maybe I can make you a pot of tea too. "

Just when Ron was happy about the free afternoon tea, Harry suddenly said, "Are you just staying here like this? Isn't it dangerous?"

"Look at your tone of voice." Sirius said with a broad smile: "I know it's risky, but dangers are everywhere, at least here is close enough to Hogwarts, and I don't have to eat Dead mouse—just pretend you didn't hear the last sentence."

Harry didn't know what to say for a while, he thought it was very dangerous for Sirius to appear in public like this, but how could he persuade him when he heard that he lived by eating dead rats before.

For a moment he didn't know which choice was more unacceptable.

"By the way." Sirius asked while he was busy opening the tea bag: "What did you think about what I told you a while ago?"

"Does it mean that my father is still alive?" Harry couldn't help becoming complicated when he heard this question.

Of course he hoped that his parents were still alive, but what if that "James" was someone else pretending to be?
Moreover, is it really so easy to come back from the dead?

He didn't think so from the bottom of his heart.

"You didn't go to Haimo, did you?" Sirius asked suddenly again, obviously this was his real concern.

"No." Harry shook his head honestly and said, "Recently, he is very busy, very busy, so busy that Mr. Al is taking over the class these days, so I haven't had a chance to ask him."

"I didn't find it either." Hermione said worriedly, "I haven't even tried a single assessment. Could the professor be complaining about us conjuring a cat?"

"Probably not—hey, is that Professor Haimer?" Ron saw a new guest walking downstairs, and he looked back suspiciously.

Could it be that Professor Highmore has been busy meeting Sirius recently?

What happened to these two people? !
(End of this chapter)