Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 345 Barty and Tom

Harry didn't dare to stay outside for too long. He obeyed Professor Highmore's five minutes and would go back early in about four and a half minutes.

Krum understands this very well.

probably not?That is also possible?

When Harry saw the back of Krum leaving, he always had a feeling of running away in a hurry.

Maybe it's because Krum has also heard about Professor Highmore's deeds. After all, the professor has traveled to so many countries, so I'd like to ask Krum next time—if Harry is in the mood.

This involves winning or losing the next game.

When Harry returned to the tent, he happened to hear Professor Highmore also giving a speech related to the finals.

".I hope to see you all doing your best on the field, and I don't like the Bulgarians. Make a quick decision and drive them back to their hometown as soon as possible-you hear me clearly?!"

"Understood, Professor!"

"No problem, Professor!"

A large group of people shouted in a hurry, for fear that they would be the last one to speak out.

Toby glanced over every player's face, and he was only slightly satisfied.

"Very good." He gave extra encouragement: "I hope you can do what you say, otherwise I can't guarantee that you will be safe and sound next semester-this includes students who have graduated."

He took one last look at the ignorant Wood, and he was so frightened that he stood up straight and didn't dare to move.

After leaving school, Professor Haimer is no longer that "kind" professor, but a real archaeologist.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting better, James waved his hand to let Harry, who was hovering nervously at the entrance of the tent, come in. At the same time, he said to Toby, "Okay, I believe they won't disappoint—can you come over?"

It wasn't until Professor Highmore followed James to the inner room that the players breathed a sigh of relief.

"Scared me to death," Fred said, clutching his left chest.

George covered his other chest as well, adding, "I thought we were going to die before the game."

"What happened?" Wood approached palely and asked, "Who made Professor Haimer so angry? Is it the two of you?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Fred quickly waved his hand and said, "That's at best a betting that hasn't started yet."

"We haven't even pulled out any gold," George added.

"It's really you!" Wood completely misunderstood.

Harry vaguely understood the reason for Professor Highmore's anger. He had just seen Toby ask Percy if he wanted to be the Assistant Minister of Magic. It was probably Fudge who made him angry.

As for the deeper reason, he couldn't guess, after all, Harry wasn't there when Professor Highmore talked to Fudge.

"I am a little scared."

Harry heard a movement like a mosquito. He turned his head and found that it was Qiu Zhang who was talking. She was worried about the next game again, not to mention that Professor Highmore was so serious just now.

Harry hesitated for a moment. He was about to go over to comfort Cho when he saw Cedric standing up suddenly.

"Now is not the time to blame each other." He said to the noisy twins and Wood: "Apart from today, has any of you seen Professor Highmore so angry?!"

"Every day," Fred whispered.

"Every class." George said more specifically.

"Seriousness and anger are two different things." As Mr. Al's assistant, Cedric thought he understood Professor Haimer quite well, and he explained patiently: "Guess, at this time, who else can provoke Haimer?" The professor is angry? Of course it's the Bulgarian team, I guess someone accidentally offended Professor Haimer, after all, not everyone has studied ancient magic, they don't know the rules."

"Then guess again, if we lose the game, will Professor Haimer really only punish us?"

Several people in the room looked at each other.

"you mean"

"Professor Haimer will do something to those people?"

Fred and George said one after the other, worry written all over their faces.

Wood finally concluded with a deep expression: "If this is the case, it is estimated that the Bulgarian team will not be able to leave the UK safely."

After hearing these words, Qiu Zhang became even more panicked.

Harry looked left and right.

He shouted in disbelief: "Am I the only normal person in this room?"
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"What did you say?"

James stared at Toby with wide eyes: "You want to deal with Fudge, why so suddenly? Did Dumbledore agree?"

"Dumbledore." Toby sneered, "No one can stop me now, but I'm helping him. As long as Fudge steps down—"

"That will make everyone suspect that Dumbledore did it!" James dissuaded: "Don't disrupt Dumbledore's plan casually, what he wants is a normal campaign, not...not secretly. "

"Who made Fudge make the wrong choice." Toby narrowed his eyes and said, "Didn't you understand? He learned from Peter the dwarf that Grindelwald was still alive, which means that Grindelwald has Find a way to contact Pettigrew, he still has power in the Ministry - the Ministry of Magic needs to expedite the removal of traitors before it's too late."

"Or, are you going to see yourself lose Harry?"

James frowned: "That's not what I meant, I would never allow—"

"Then there's no need to say any more." Toby interrupted: "If it weren't for you being an insider, I wouldn't even tell you this news—remember to play well in a while, and I don't need your help for the rest .”

James' eyes drifted away with Toby, and his eyes became serious.

"Oh, one more thing."

Before walking out of the room, Toby said: "Al and Angela will come over later, they will keep an eye on Remus and Sirius, I know you will definitely find a way to contact Dumbledore - but don't make trouble, Jen Not every time I can help you."

After saying this, Toby turned and left.

Before James waited anxiously for too long, Toby did what he said - Al and Angela Qiqi arrived, and they also brought an extra eye-catching helper - the knight armor.

The players stared at the armor guarding the tent door with chilling silence—students who had attended the class knew that there was still an uncontrollable devil trapped inside, stronger than Mo Ran.

Sirius and Lupine, who had been with the team all the time, were also deliberately taken care of—in order to avoid causing disputes in advance, it was not Al who came forward, but Angela.

I don't know how James comforted Sirius, but he really didn't let him come out and quarrel with Toby.

As for Al, it gave Toby something else—but not quite a thing.

It was old Tom Riddle, covered by Harry's Invisibility Cloak, who had also been brought.

No one noticed that the invisible man also walked into the tent, Toby took them to a quiet room, he asked Al to take off the invisibility cloak, revealing the old Tom with a young face underneath - Voldemort's Father.

"I brought you here." Toby stared straight into his eyes and said, "I'll let you watch the Quidditch match in a little while, and I hope you don't mess with me—can you understand?"

Old Tom still looked like he was out of his mind, he kept muttering "Merope", and he didn't know what kind of love potion Voldemort's mother had poured into him, and the effect was so amazing.

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At this moment, the top floor box of the auditorium.

"Look at him." Old Barty Crouch ordered in a cold tone: "If anyone asks you, just say it's a seat reserved for me."

"Yes, master." The little elf said nervously, lowering her head.

After Old Batty left, Shining looked at the vacant seats on the left and right, and then whispered: "Don't make Master unhappy again, young master, maybe you will have a chance to come out to breathe in the future."

Under the cloak of invisibility, Little Barty's eyes flickered.

The Imperius Curse began to loosen.
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The waiting time passed by.

"Time to go, boys."

Mr. Weasley said to the children holding a lot of gifts: "Listen to the bell, the game is about to start, it's time to go."

Mrs. Weasley stretched her neck to watch, she roared angrily: "Ron Weasley! If you slow down a little bit, you won't have to go to the game. I think there are many people who want this price. Fee's ticket!"

"Here it is!" Ron made up his mind, and he took out his few pocket money and handed it to the vendor: "I want this doll, yes, it's Harry Potter's, hurry up!"

What he held in his hands was a statue that was exactly the same as Harry's. He still maintained the posture of attacking the Golden Snitch in the semi-finals, with a very concentrated expression on his face.

In contrast, Krum's statue didn't sell so well, who made him just walk around in the palm of his hand, keeping a low voice.

"I think Harry will like this gift." Ron said to Hermione distressedly: "Take this as his Christmas present, and he probably doesn't have time to buy it."

Hermione wears a hat that supports the Cannon Squad - it actually has a little cannon on it that pops at every turn and fires candy cannonballs.

"I'm a little nervous." Hermione said rarely: "Of course, I believe in Harry's ability, but I'm still nervous."

"Me too." Ron admitted nervously.

Behind them followed Luna and Ginny - they met while shopping.

"I still can't believe it." Ginny was also holding a statue of Harry, and she said in a daze, "How long has it been since Harry made it to the finals of the Quidditch World Cup? There has never been a player this young."

On the left side of Luna's face, a small piece of the artillery team's flag pattern was drawn, and she asked abruptly, "Did you give him the jumping shoes?"

"What?" Ginny froze.

"Jumping shoes." Luna said very naturally: "It's the pair of shoes you invented that can jump high. I think it will help Harry win the competition."

Ginny couldn't understand what Luna was saying, but she was used to it.

The black notebook held in Luna's arms suddenly whispered: "Honey, you should know how popular a player like Harry is, right? After all, he's not bad looking."

"I shouldn't have come to you." Ginny said aggrievedly.

"Anyway, we will meet again." Luna raised the ticket in her hand: "Dad made a lot of money, I think the position on it is right next to you."

"I don't need it anymore." Pandora said with a smile: "After all, a notebook doesn't need a place."

"I want to change seats." Ginny became more aggrieved.

While Xenophilius was discussing the tea formula with Mrs. Weasley, the group of them quickly passed the ticket check, came to the stairs leading to the stadium, and walked into a small box.

"Toby." Mr. Weasley smiled and looked at the people who had already taken their seats inside: "You came so early."

"Yeah." Toby stood up and said hello: "Just sit for a while, I have to go down before the game starts, to help my players cheer up or something."

The two sides greeted each other for a while, and Ron noticed a house-elf sitting third to the left of Professor Highmore.

"Is that Dobby?" Hermione asked cautiously, "Why didn't I know that Professor Highmore had house elves?"

"No, they don't look the same." Ron explained, "I guess it's nothing to do with Professor Highmore, otherwise Dobby would be sad if he found out about it, because he wouldn't bring him over—hey, look at the ad." card, there is actually "The Quibbler"!"

Parallel to the box is a large blackboard, displaying an ad at this time - The Quibbler: Free Magazine, and a chance to win dinner with Harry Potter!
"It shouldn't be true, right?" Mr. Weasley, who also saw this sentence, asked awkwardly, "Did Harry agree?"

Toby said with a normal face, "I don't think Harry will have a problem - after all, he has had dinner at the Burrow many times."

"Oh - oh?" Mr. Weasley was the first to hear that said.

At this time, another family came up from the stairs.

Lucius Malfoy walked ahead, he paused slightly after seeing Toby in the box, his wife Narcissa involuntarily clenched Lucius' palm tightly.

Draco was the only one who was acting the most normal - until he saw Luna sitting next to Ginny.

Not surprisingly, the head of the Black Devil Club has changed, and everyone feels that Luna deserves it—only Draco doesn’t think so, he thinks it’s just that Luna’s luck is better, if it was him, he would join Haimo earlier Professor, there would be nothing to do with Luna at all.

This made his behavior a little unnatural, even though he caught a glimpse of Ron and Hermione staring at him with hostility from the corner of his eye, he still walked across the seat very attentively, wanting to fight with the beloved Professor Haimer Hello.

However, there was nothing around those chairs, but Winky the elf suddenly stood up excitedly, blocking Draco's way.

"Get out of the way," Draco said impatiently.

Shining covered her eyes in fear, not daring to answer—she was afraid of heights.

"Get out of the way!" Draco pushed the elf impatiently, making Toby look away from Lucius.

Winky screamed and leaned back. She still remembered that she must not let little Barty reveal her secrets. She seized the opportunity to move her body, and seemed to catch something in her haste, and then she was held firmly.

"Tut tsk tsk." Toby let go of his arm, and he shook his head dissatisfied: "Mr. Malfoy—"

Lucius looked over nervously, he thought Toby was calling his name.

"Professor, it's been a long time." Draco was about to step forward but was stopped by an invisible resistance.

"Last semester I praised you for learning to be smart, and it hasn't been long—forget it, you come with me, the competition is not important, now is the time to teach students—oh, Lucius, don't worry, I won't do anything to him."

Draco finally realized that he had made a mistake, and he looked to his father for help—but Lucius didn't dare to stop him at all, he knew how to calm Toby—this definitely didn't include disobeying the black devil's wishes .

In this oppressive atmosphere, there was only one person who was so excited that he couldn't control himself.

Barty Crouch Jr. saw the face under the cloak in the empty seat next to him.

Even if it is very short, it is too fast to be seen clearly.

But he's also pretty sure—

That is the master I have been looking for for a long time.

(End of this chapter)