Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 321 Player Selection
320 Player Selection
The selection of players was an accident that no one expected.

Although Gjen said that he would select players from among the students, no one expected that shortly after he announced the news, his old buddies would find him.

These people had agreed together to quit the team.

And judging from their expressions, they seemed to have been waiting for this day for a long time, and they didn't propose this idea because they were worried that Gjeon would be overwhelmed.

Gjeon really couldn't figure this out.

"how could be?"

On the day of the player selection, he sat blankly on the sofa in the ancient magic office, and kept repeating in his mouth: "How come no one wants to stay? Is my captain such a failure?"

Faced with Gjeon's doubts, Al thoughtfully took out a pair of anti-demon glasses and put them on for him, and then chattered about his own thoughts: "Is there any need to ask? You lost to the homeless team before— — Tramp team! I never understood how you did it. Who would want to be in a team like this but these stupid students."

Gjeon was very indignant, he couldn't listen to someone demeaning the team he had served for many years.

"What do you know by sniffing?" He retorted with the words he repeated countless times: "Those homeless people are not ordinary homeless people. They have been playing games in the black market for many years, and they are still the type that allows fouls. No one can beat the group of people—otherwise, you won’t see me alive.”

Al still disdains it, and it proposes to fight Gazeon by itself, and even the team members have thought about it in advance-the three skeletons in the room, and a few pieces of Toby's collection will do.

Speaking of skeletons—Toby really took Grindelwald's "corpse" back from the Ministry of Magic. It can be seen that this is a hot potato for Fudge, and it is also a credit he doesn't want to take at all—because everyone knows It was Dumbledore who did the most, and this became the biggest black spot in Fudge's career.

It is estimated that Scrimgeour persuaded Fudge not to give Grindelwald's "corpse" to Hogwarts so easily, but Fudge couldn't care less, and let Toby go to the Ministry of Magic on the day Take the "corpse" away as soon as possible.

Now, the "corpse" turned back into a skeleton again, and it stood in a row with the other two skeletons, silently accepting Toby's gaze.

Gjeon secretly took a look at his new boss who loves "special". After objecting to Al's idea of ​​taking out the shovel during the contest, he finally couldn't help asking: "Are you really going to watch the trials?" Is it? This is the first important event you have encountered as a team owner, so you don’t need to show your face in front of future players?”

Toby said without looking back: "Al will replace me - besides, believe me, as long as you tell them that you made this request yourself, those students will definitely thank you for it for a long time. "

Gjeon glanced at Al curiously, and this time Al did not confront him anymore, but nodded vigorously, indicating that this was the case.

"Okay," Gazeon muttered as he stood up, "who made you the boss."

When he showed up on the Quidditch pitch with Al, the waiting students were relieved to find that Toby wasn't with him.

"What's wrong with them?" Gazeon asked curiously to his two little assistants—Harry and Cedric were both selected in advance because of their previous excellent performance.

"Well, I guess I'm feeling sorry." Cedric said implicitly.

"Probably that's the case." Harry revealed a little secret: "Once the assessment and Professor Highmore get involved, it will always be a little different. If Professor Highmore didn't come, they wouldn't have to fight the beast , or how to find ways to survive the game safely."

"You guys really know how to joke." Gazeon laughed indifferently. He took out the small wine bottle he carried with him and planned to take a sip to refresh himself before the examination.

But at this moment, Al snatched the wine bottle from his hand, put it under his nose and sniffed it.

Well, not the smell of Polyjuice Potion, Al can smell it.

It also remembered Lupine's fondness for hot chocolate during the first half of term, which he had been planning to do for a long time.

"Hey hey!" Gazeon, who was addicted to alcohol, yelled, "Give me back the bottle, you won't even take away employee benefits."

Al gave Gazeon a disdainful look, and then reluctantly returned the wine bottle in full view of everyone—well, it actually planned to get wine from Gazeon a long time ago, but it just never had the chance.

It's okay, there is still time in the future.

"what--"

Gjeon exhaled freely, put the wine bottle back into his pocket, and said cheerfully to the students who were watching him: "Assessment—oh, you don't seem to like this name, so let's call it the selection of players." ——Start now, are you all ready? It doesn’t matter if you are not ready, I specially brought you a lot of wine, just to relieve your pressure—”

"Ahem!" Harry quickly coughed twice.

"Oh?" Gazeon immediately asked worriedly: "Is my Seeker's throat uncomfortable? This is not okay. Would you like a glass of whiskey to moisten your throat?"

"Well, I think what Harry meant was—" Cedric hesitated for a moment and said, "We're all underage, sir, and we can't drink."

"But ordinary teams don't recruit minors as players, do they?" Gjeon said indifferently: "Okay, who wants to be the first?"

It took a lot of effort for Al not to raise his hand first, and then he scanned the students below with a warning look, but unfortunately no one could understand its intention—no one thought of hiding the wine Then secretly gave it to it, and they all shouted that it was impossible for them to drink.

"I'll come first!"

Neville didn't notice the resentful gaze of Mr. Al, at this moment he was full of motivation - as long as he was selected, he would have the opportunity to play in the next day's competition, that's right, Gjeon was selected the day before the competition Players, Neville's parents will also come to watch the game.

Gjeon admired this courageous student very much. He subconsciously picked up a bottle of sweet mead and was about to give it to Neville for his courage. Al suddenly took out a small shovel and hit him on the forehead, with a bang , A huge swelling grew on Gjeon's forehead at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This time, he finally became more honest.

Gazeon didn't change his face, and he announced with the injury enough to be hospitalized: "Let me see your ability first, go, fly around the court, don't be hit by obstacles."

Neville was dumbfounded.

"Oh, yes, sir." He said dryly, picked up the broom and flew up, and he didn't know whether his skills were so bad or he was frightened, in short -

"really not bad!"

After Neville came down crookedly from the sky, Gazeon said with bright eyes: "Did you just use the sloth to hug the tree and roll?"

This is a move in Quidditch, specifically for players to hang on a broom and hold the handle of the broom tightly with both hands and feet to avoid the Bludger.

"Well..." Neville decided that it would be better to tell the truth: "No, sir, I was turning too fast just now, and I didn't react—"

"No, that's a sloth hugging a tree and rolling!" Gazeon seemed to recognize Neville himself in this way: "If you use this trick tomorrow, you will definitely beat the opponent to pieces!"

Oh?
Neville's eyes widened in disbelief, he was chosen?
The students noticed that the captain seemed to be more eloquent than expected, so they rushed forward one after another to show off.

Cedric loudly maintained order, and Harry struggled to drag Neville who was standing there stupidly.

"Congratulations." He said out of breath.

"Is this true?" Neville still couldn't believe what happened just now: "I was really chosen?"

"Yeah." Harry wasn't surprised by this at all: "You wouldn't say that if you'd seen the players before him, believe me, Neville, you're better than those players who left the team Tens of thousands of times—as long as you don't come out drunk, you can beat most guys."

"I'll choose you next!" Gazeon appointed another student in the chaos and said, "Pick up your broom and fly around, don't worry about it, kid."

Seeing that the chosen one turned out to be Ron, Harry immediately calmed down and looked nervously at Ron's performance, watching him step onto the broom with blushing cheeks—seriously, his performance was better than Neville's Too much, at least it flew smoothly without any crookedness.

Just when everyone thought that Ron would also be selected, Gazeon suddenly shook his head unexpectedly and said, "It's a pity, I don't see any talent in you. Sorry, child, you lost the election."

Ron stood there stupidly as if he had been struck by lightning. Harry wanted to go up to comfort him, but the space between him and Ron was soon filled with students who rushed up again, and it couldn't be squeezed. past.
-
At the same time when the player selection started in a weird way, Toby was also staying alone in the office observing the three skeletons.

Now he has a Deathly Hallows in his hand-the Resurrection Stone that James gave him, the Elder Wand and the Invisibility Cloak are still with their respective owners, namely Dumbledore and Harry.

He is still not sure what the consequences of collecting all the holy artifacts will be. The more dangerous the experiment, the more careful it is - this is the experience Toby has learned a long time ago, otherwise he would have been killed by the god of death .

But if that's the case, it's fine, and what Toby is even more uncertain is whether the death will affect everyone in the school.

Through Grindelwald's experience, Toby understood one thing.

Although what he and Grindelwald saw happened to the Grim Reaper, the Grim Reaper that Grindelwald saw was the Grim Reaper in its early stages, when he was just about to become a devil and had no ability to affect all observers ——This is why Regulus, who knew about this memory, and Dumbledore were not affected by the last full moon.

But the three dead brothers Toby saw were different.

In that memory, the Grim Reaper has completely become the Grim Reaper, and the threat is much greater than Grindelwald saw the person in the picture.

All in all, it doesn't have much impact on Toby himself, but it might be on the people around him.

"It's really tricky."

Toby let the three skeletons stand obediently together, while he sat on the sofa listlessly, with his feet up, drinking a glass of lemonade slowly.

Even if he has collected all the Deathly Hallows, what can he do?

Do you want to re-demonstrate the magic ceremony he has seen?
Leaving aside the premise that the other two people who know the existence of the Grim Reaper must be gathered together, the consequences alone are unpredictable-except for the Deathly Hallows itself, who knows if the three brothers at that time would have other ideas.

None of these wizards who like to study ancient magic are easy to deal with, and Toby understands this best.

Just when he was feeling distressed, there was a knock on the door of the office.

"The door is unlocked, come in."

Ron walked into the office with a blank face. He silently walked across to the surprised Professor Haimer, and stared at him for a while.

His eyes were red, as if he had just cried once.

"Ahem, Mr. Weasley."

Toby withdrew his legs from the coffee table, and asked suspiciously: "Is there anything I can help you? Could it be because of the assessment of the teacher recognition meeting? Don't worry, you can always pass, then It's not that difficult."

It would be better if Toby didn't mention it. Ron collapsed immediately when he heard his words. He burst into tears and cried, "Why am I so useless? No one thinks about me—" —”

"Hey, drink a glass of lemonade first." Toby quickly conjured up a cup and handed it over. He asked with strange eyes: "It seems that your mental capacity is a little weak. What happened?"

Ron repeated the selection process just now. He didn't resent Neville very much, and he couldn't resent him. He just felt aggrieved, and impulsively came to Professor Highmore as soon as he was in charge.

"Were you like this before?" Ron asked pitifully, holding the cup in both hands.

"Me?" Toby waved his hand immediately: "Do you mean when I was in school? I seem to have mentioned it to you, and I forgot too—but I am not as miserable as you, yes, I was in the first grade It's really hard, but it's only one year, you're almost three years now, right?"

Ron became even more sad when he heard this.

"I want to learn from the devil too!" He said impulsively, and then carefully added the address: "Professor Haimo, can I learn from the devil?"

"Are you sure?" Toby asked with strange eyes: "Even after seeing Harry lose control like that, what kind of devil are you still going to learn from?"

Ron was determined to do this. Who told him that he had no talent for making money, even playing Quidditch, and his academic performance was even worse than that of Hermione.

Toby thought about it for a moment.

"Since you are so persistent"

Ron showed hopeful eyes a little bit.

"Then I have no choice but to write to Mrs. Weasley." Toby continued: "Let her know how my son is unwilling to be a waste, and even plans to be a bad person."

Ron was dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)