Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 344 Viktor Krum

On the way for the three of Harry to fetch water, even though they had been mentally prepared, they were still shocked when they saw the vast expanse of orange-yellow.

These people are all here to support the Chudley Cannons, and Harry, a classmate in the school, has seen a lot—it's a pity that he dare not show up in this kind of place, and even deliberately walked on the other side, away from Ron Keep away from Hermione, so as not to be recognized by interested people.

After finally passing through this large area, Harry rejoined the other two.

"You've become a big star!" Ron couldn't help exclaiming.

"Keep your voice down." Hermione reminded, but the corners of her mouth still couldn't help but curl up, as if she was happy for her friend.

"It's also my first time to come to the audience's camp." Harry's originally calm heart became tense again, and he was already worried about the next game.

By this time they were in front of the camp supporting the Bulgarian contingent, the white, green and red flag fluttering in the breeze.On each tent was the same poster of a very sullen face with thick black eyebrows.Of course, the picture is moving, but the face is nothing but blinking and frowning.

"This is the Krum you guys are talking about?" Hermione questioned: "How did he have such a high popularity? Seriously, it would be the same if it were replaced with your photo, at least an embarrassed smile is much better than a frown gone."

Harry subconsciously laughed twice, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he was doing what Hermione said.

"You will definitely defeat him!" Ron followed closely behind the enemy, and he kept encouraging: "Don't show mercy to him just because he almost became your pen pal."

"There's no need for such a big reaction." Harry reassured: "Krum just doesn't seem very...not easy to get close to, but in fact he is still nice."

"Oh?" Ron raised his ears: "Then can you help me get an autographed photo of him?"

"Traitor!" Hermione immediately accused, "I'm so ashamed of you!"

"I didn't!" Ron retorted angrily: "I just want to sell it for money. Didn't you see that he has so many fans? Those people will definitely be willing to pay a high price!"

Both Harry and Hermione felt that Ron was really thinking about money and was going crazy.

"Eh?" Harry suddenly asked suspiciously, "Then why don't you want my autographed photo? I also have quite a few fans?"

"Uh..." Ron hesitated and couldn't speak. He quickly changed the subject and said, "Are there any love letters? Since you are so popular, you must have received a lot of love letters, right?"

"Could your performance be any more clumsy." Hermione said contemptuously, "I don't even have the heart to expose you, but if you think about it, you'll know that Jaegern will definitely stop those love letters, right, Harry? "

"Yeah." Harry dismissed the image of Qiu Zhang worshiping in his mind, and he said helplessly, "Then read it aloud in the lounge, don't think he won't do it-at first it was regarded as There were entertainment programs, and I didn’t give up until I found out that I couldn’t finish reading them.”

Ron patted Harry on the shoulder pitifully.

"Now I know why the relationship between your father and son is not good."

It was the first time Hermione knew about it, and Harry told Hermione what was on his mind as they passed through the crowd of Krums staring.

"It turned out to be like this." Hermione was stumped, and she didn't know how to solve this problem.

The harder question Hermione couldn't have imagined - it was the idea of ​​becoming the master of death that Professor Highmore talked about at the time, and Harry simply took this opportunity to say it out of his head, acting like he was not going to be on the field soon , but an arena where only one side can survive.

Both Hermione and Ron were startled by Professor Highmore's thoughts, and they had the same thought as Harry at the same time—Professor Highmore is really a fearless person, and it seems that nothing can make him sit still and die.

"No wonder he was able to drive Dumbledore away," Ron couldn't help saying.

"Hey!" Hermione quickly hit Ron: "Don't talk nonsense."

Ron turned his head and looked back and forth in fear, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, Professor Haimer didn't appear behind the scenes this time. He always appears elusive."

"But Mr. Al is here!" Harry pointed forward with a smirk on his face, causing Ron to tremble violently - he didn't relax until he saw it clearly, that couldn't be the real Al It is not Mr. Er, but a doll that is bigger than ordinary people, and it looks lifelike.

"Come on, let's go and see." Hermione was curious why this doll appeared in the Bulgarian team's spectator camp.

But for some reason, the doll in front seemed to have noticed them early in the morning. It walked through a large number of tents, avoiding it very clearly.

The three of them also changed from pacing at the beginning to trotting, and finally they were chasing after each other.

"Why is it running?" Harry wondered, "Also, shouldn't we stop? What if it... what if it really has bad intentions?"

Hermione had slowed down carefully, but Ron didn't stop immediately.

He yelled unexpectedly: "Percy, don't run away! I recognize you!"

"Oh! Damn it!"

Percy's angry scolding came from afar. He took off his hood, panted for a while, and then walked over angrily, "You're Harry, right? You shouldn't be here !"

"And you, Hermione, that's why you don't want to be a prefect, because you want to keep messing around with them?"

"As for you, Ron! Who told you to call my name in public, huh?"

"Hey hey!" Ron backed up and argued, "You don't have to get angry at us, the most we want is to say hello to you—but are you really at work?"

"Yeah!" Percy said impatiently as he took out a copy of "The Quibbler" from the doll's pocket, "This is what I do—distributing magazines to people who can't even speak English." , the same as the waiter who greets the guests! Now you are satisfied!"

"That's not what we meant." Hermione said carefully, she didn't think she had done anything wrong, but she couldn't help but feel sorry when she saw the sweat on Percy's forehead.

He looked so miserable.

Harry was even more afraid to speak, he was afraid that Percy and himself would be caught in a deadly net, and in the end he really shouted his name again - probably he would be beaten up by Krum's fans, so that he would not be able to play .

Percy cursed and picked up the magazines that had been thrown on the floor one by one. He was completely different now, not so polite anymore, not even serious.

"I don't know what I've become, waiter? Bar guy? Maybe I should quit and do whatever, just stop being a clown—"

"Don't!" Ron interrupted suddenly, "Don't!"

"Why?" Percy raised his head and frowned and stared at him: "Do you know something? Impossible, how could you be able to participate in the personnel arrangement of the Ministry of Magic."

"Who said I don't know?" Ron was so excited that he couldn't bear it. He ignored Hermione's obstruction and said loudly: "Professor Highmore arranged all of this. He said that you don't know the good and the bad, and you will betray us sooner or later. A slave to power, that's why I deliberately arranged such a job for you!"

"What?" Harry exclaimed in surprise, and only then did he know about it.

"What?! Percy yelled louder than Harry. He stood there dumbfounded, and the pile of magazines finally fell to the ground again.

"How could it be Professor Haimer? My grades have always been good, and I even performed very well when I was tutoring at home. This is impossible, you are lying to me, aren't you?"

Although many people have complaints about Toby's course content, this does not include Percy. He has always respected Professor Highmore, and especially likes Professor Highmore's rules-when compared with Snape, Some of Toby's attitudes are not so difficult to accept.

Ron was about to continue speaking, but suddenly froze.

This time, the Professor Haimer he was talking about no longer appeared behind him, but was not far in front of him, still striding towards them.

The most frightening thing was that he had never seen Professor Haimer so angry.

"I knew from the start that I shouldn't have softened my heart. I've grown cowardly, and that's not a good sign. It's definitely not Mr. Weasley!"

"To!"

"professor!"

Percy and Ron shouted at the same time.

But Toby ignored Ron, he turned his head and looked at Percy, who was sweating profusely, with a very pitiful look.

"You will be rewarded for your hard work." He said coldly: "It's time for you to change your job, and soon there will be a vacancy for the position of Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Magic. So, are you interested in this position? "

Percy was stunned for a second, and then excitedly shouted: "Of course, thank you, Professor!"

"You have graduated now, you don't need to call me a professor anymore."

Toby said with a wave of his hand, then looked at Harry.

"The vacation is over, come back with me and end this game as soon as possible."

"Okay, Professor." Harry subconsciously stood up straight and said, not daring to have the slightest thought of rebuttal.

After the two left, Percy picked up the dropped magazine and said proudly to Ron: "I knew you were lying to me, Professor Highmore never treats his favorite students badly, it has always been like this .”

But Ron couldn't listen to what Percy said at all.

He turned his head in a daze, and met Hermione's suspicious gaze.

"You think the same as I do, don't you?"

"Professor Highmore. It seems that he is finally going to attack Fudge."
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"Where's Fred and George?"

"They're going to the Weasleys' tent, probably by now."

"Come on, let's go and call them back."

Harry could only apologize silently to Mrs. Weasley from the bottom of his heart.

When they hurried back to the tent, they saw that Mr. Weasley had given up lighting the fire in the Muggle way, and was greeting a plump guest, while Fred and George were listening silently - the two of them Everyone was dressed similarly to Harry, with bandages covering their entire heads.

"Ludo, stop talking. Molly is in the tent, but don't let her hear you."

"All right, Arthur, bet a little more, and I promise you will win the money back. It's just a small gamble, don't be so stingy."

"How can you be like this, is it possible that you can still influence the outcome of the game?"

"It's a secret, I can't tell you the truth - but, would you be interested in putting in some money? I've seen you all, Weasley's fake twins, who are now big stars and must be making money A lot of money."

"Don't talk about it, all the money they earned was handed over to Molly. These two children are underage and cannot gamble."

Fred and George looked at each other.

"It's not all for mom."

"Actually, we kept a small treasury in private."

Ludo Bagman's eyes lit up.

"Bertha!" he cried impatiently, "Bertha Jorkins! Lost again? Well, I'll keep the books myself—get the money out!"

Ludo's attitude changed very suddenly, which made Fred and George hesitate.

"Don't rush."

Toby walked over slowly and said: "Are you really rich, Ludo? I remember that the last bet has emptied all your property, even the house has been sold - don't bet with him, children , let him lie to idiots, but I don't want my players to become idiots."

"Ah, Toby!" Ludo changed his face very quickly, he opened his arms and said with a smile: "So you are here—you don't know, I have a good relationship with Toby, he was just joking with you. "

Ludo was destined to hit the iron plate. Facing Toby's cold gaze, the smile on his face gradually became awkward.

"I'll go over there to have a look again. Goodbye, everyone."

After Ludo left, Mr. Weasley asked in surprise: "Why is he so afraid of you?"

"Because he wanted to renege on his debts before." Toby said indifferently: "Then I taught him a little lesson, I promise, very small."

Mr. Weasley still doesn't quite believe Toby's statement, how small is very small?How could Ludo be scared like this?
"Aren't you staying for lunch?"

"No, Arthur, I have to take your children away first, say sorry to Molly for me, and see you at the game."

On the way back to the player's exclusive tent, Fred and George saw that Professor Highmore was in a bad mood, so they only dared to communicate with Harry with their eyes.

Although they didn't quite understand what message Harry's winking was conveying, the twins became more honest and didn't dare to say a word.

In the silence, they returned to the gorgeous tent, and happened to meet Krum of the Bulgarian team not far away—the distance between the Bulgarian team’s tent and them was not that far away, and they probably came to look for him again. Harry's - it's said he doesn't have many friends in the Bulgarian team either.

When passing Krum, Toby suddenly said: "You will lose."

Krum gave Toby one of his customary dark glances.

"No, we won't lose." He said sullenly.

Harry's heart was about to jump out, he was afraid that Professor Highmore would finish Krum in this place.

Fortunately, the scene Harry expected didn't happen, and Toby just glanced at Krum and went back into the tent.

"Five minutes," he said finally.

Harry relaxed slowly.

"You are really brave." He couldn't help but admire.

Krum glanced in the direction of the tent.

"Will your boss kill me if we win this game?" Krum asked again in his sullen tone. "That's what he just made me feel like."

Harry thought about it for a short while.

"Probably not." He said somewhat uncertainly.

The expression on Krum's face was unprecedented, thanks to the fact that Harry had always thought he was paralyzed.

(End of this chapter)