Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 347 The end of the game
346 game over
"Now, please welcome the England Quidditch National Team!"

Bagman yelled loudly: "It's—Gjen! Fred! George! Wood! Cedric! Cho! And—and—and—Harry Potter!"

Under Toby's blatant threat, the players flew out of the tunnel almost as if they were escaping. Their agility was thought by the audience as a demonstration to the opponent, which made the atmosphere of the stadium even more heated!
"Harry Potter!"

"Harry Potter!"

"Harry Potter!"

The audience's shouts were overshadowed one after another, Harry waved his hand blindly and subconsciously, still thinking about Draco's tragedy.

"Why doesn't he look right?"

Ron was holding a pair of panoramic binoculars, which he had only agreed to buy him after begging Mrs. Weasley for a long time - and the whole Weasley family had a pair, so that they could watch their two sons play.

Hermione got one too, and she was watching the awkward look on Harry's face.

"Why do you look like you've been cast with the Forgetting Curse? You're out of your mind." She said with some concern.

Little Barty Crouch, who was hiding behind, heard this sentence, and his eyes flashed again—because Bertha Jorkins was cast by his father for the reason of accidentally discovering himself, that The spell is so powerful that Bertha is still in a daze until now, unable to remember her work.

"I think it's a bit like the Imperius Curse." Ron whispered the spell that Professor Highmore occasionally mentioned: "You can see that his face and body are separated, as if he is being manipulated."

Little Barty almost couldn't help breaking free now—his father had been using the Imperius Curse to control himself since the moment he escaped from Azkaban after being exchanged for his mother's life.

How much do these two brats really know?

Did they notice something?
"The game has begun!" Mr. Weasley said excitedly.

"Look at George and Fred!" Mrs. Weasley almost pressed the binoculars into her eye sockets, she exclaimed movedly: "What two wonderful children, but why do they insist on playing tricks? "

All eyes were on the game, and no one had time to answer her - Mr. Weasley could hear him clearly, but he decided it was better not to disturb others at such a time.

The speed of the players on the field was unbelievable, and old-timers also noticed that the Chudley Cannon players were not the same as before, and they played hard almost from the beginning.

"Cedric got the ball! Cho! Gjen! Hawkhead formation! Watch out for the Bludger - blocked! Where did Fred come from - Cedric scored!"

Bagman shouted in a loud voice, and the audience cheered and applauded, shaking the stadium: "10:0, England lead!"

Although the Chudley Cannons' score pleased the spectators, some were not in the mood to watch the game.

It is on the next floor of the box on the top floor. This is a box with second-class tickets. The location is not that good, but the price is much cheaper.

But today, there were no ordinary spectators sitting in the second-class box, but a large group of Aurors from the Ministry of Magic. They scattered around vigilantly, giving up the few seats in the middle to the Minister of Magic, Fudge, and Scrimgeour just walked over with a solemn expression.

"Are you serious?" Fudge asked solemnly: "Hammer really has the ability to control the pharaoh's mask? Couldn't it be some illusion trick?"

The Ministry of Magic has long investigated Toby, and of course this also includes the courses he taught at Hogwarts, many of which are frightening.

"Pyramids may be." Scrimgeour said seriously: "But the pile of mummies will not be fake - Toby Highmore is deliberately showing us his ability, he is provocative!"

Tonks, who was huddled in the corner, moved her ears. She didn't hear the first part clearly, but she listened very carefully to the latter part - because Scrimgeour almost yelled out.

But it's just a provocation, isn't Toby always like this?

Will the Ministry of Magic still be afraid of Toby's provocation?
She didn't know the content of the conversation between Fudge and Toby before, and she didn't understand why Fudge became so panicked next.

"He's ready to strike!"

Fudge immediately judged: "I didn't expect him to react so quickly! Send me back to the Ministry of Magic now! Now!"

Scrimgeour agreed with the decision, since there were more mummies than there were Aurors, and no one knew if Toby would be able to make more mummies.

"Everyone come here!" He turned around and ordered: "Now you must send Minister Fudge back to the Ministry of Magic safely. I will stay here and make sure that no one can hurt the Minister!"

No one would question the orders of the Auror chief of staff, not even Tonks would dare to distract himself at such a time.

She looked at Fudge looking like he was in a hurry to escape, and couldn't help wondering what Toby had done to make Fudge so terrified.
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At this moment, Toby was standing in the contestant tunnel, holding the suitcase in one hand, while encouraging Al: "Despise them fiercely, even swearing, don't let these veela show their prestige, Now we are ahead!"

Ayrton, who transformed into a Thestral, became even more energetic. The black mist emitted by it formed all kinds of swear words, and the sharp mocking sounds made the veela return to their original forms angrily—their faces pulled grew, and became pointy, beaked heads, and a pair of long, scaled wings were emerging from their shoulders—

"Oh, don't!" Ron yelled heartbroken, "Don't be so scary!"

"You have something to do, you!" Hermione said angrily, "Look at Harry, he's been targeted!"

Harry was indeed targeted, and the Bulgarian's two batsmen were watching him almost all the time, throwing Bludgers at him at every opportunity.

"It's okay, Gjeon has already rushed over-oh, bad!"

Ron watched as the opponent's golfer swung his bat fiercely - he seemed to want to hit Gazeon's head, but fortunately Gazeon dodged it in time, but the hit on the arm didn't look like light.

"foul!"

"foul!"

The audience roared angrily, and the referee had to come forward and announce the suspension of the game.

"The game is suspended," Mr. Bagman roared. "The well-trained field doctor rushed to the field to check Gjen's injury!"

on the field.

"I'm fine." James comforted the worried Harry with a cold sweat. He forced a smile: "The World Cup, ha! There's never a shortage of dirty tricks in this kind of place."

"We want revenge!" Fred, who was spinning down, roared, and George stared at the batter unkindly: "I will find a way to stare at him."

"Don't be impulsive, children." James was still persuading.

A voice came from behind the doctor.

"Yes, you really shouldn't be impulsive. There are so many spectators staring at you, and special protective spells have been set up on the court. It will detect many blatant violations."

James was stunned, and Harry turned his head in surprise. He saw a familiar person wearing a mask looking at them.

"Who are you?" The doctor who was treating the injury asked in surprise.

"I'm your colleague." Toby said impatiently: "Take care of Gjeon's injury quickly, and don't delay the game—if you think you can withstand the anger of so many spectators."

The doctor continued to treat James suspiciously, and Toby said meaningfully to the players at the end: "Remember, conventional methods don't work."

Oh?
Harry noticed that Professor Highmore was staring at him all the time - as for why he appeared on the field pretending to be a doctor, it didn't seem so unacceptable.

Is this the meaning of letting yourself use the devil?

will that work?

Finally, James stood up again, his arm was not so swollen, and he raised it and waved vigorously at the audience.

The doctors began to leave the field, and the person who suspected Toby looked around for a while, and he found that Toby was not in the team, as if he had disappeared suddenly.

As the referee's whistle sounded, the game continued - Harry had his eyes on Krum from the start, and he knew that Krum must have been undisturbed during this time looking for the Snitch.

"Go and protect Harry!"

James shouted to Fred and George, and then looked at the other Cedric and Cho Chang: "Be careful not to be surrounded!"

Affected by the tactical changes, the players couldn't adapt to it immediately, allowing the Bulgarian team to score several goals in a row-and the methods of fouls on the court became more and more obvious, and the number of free throws by each team became more and more. Too much, Fred was caught by the hair, George quickly caught up, and almost beat him up.

The whistle blew sharply, and the referee rushed over to separate the two sides, giving England another free throw.

"It's a personal grudge now!"

Fred gasped and said, "Just wait and see, I've got to smash that guy's head off!"

Harry was still hesitating about actually summoning the devil, but as long as he was careful enough with his mouth shape and concealed it, it seemed that he couldn't be noticed.

Cedric also heard what Professor Highmore said, and he thought of his own automatic casting wand at that time.That can't be counted as a conventional method, at least it can knock the opponent's bat into the air.

The two of them looked at each other across the air, and they both saw the entanglement in each other's eyes.

The competition resumed, and the veela danced happily, acting as if they had won the victory.

This time it was James who was going to make a free throw. He picked up the Quaffle and looked in the direction of the passageway.

Toby comforted the angry Al and watched him silently.

As the whistle blew again, Ludo Bagman resumed his commentary: "The Quaffle was in Gjen's hands, he threw it out - oh my god, is the keeper okay? Looks like It was an accident, the captain of the Bulgarian team was protesting to the referee - no violation! The game continued!"

In the blink of an eye, the spectators watched as the Bulgarian goalkeeper was hit in the jaw by a flying Quaffle, at a tricky angle - as if he had hit the Quaffle on purpose.

The players on the artillery team couldn't help muttering, they stared at James in surprise.

"What are you standing there for?!" James roared at them, "Fred and George, keep an eye on Krum! Harry just looks for the Snitch, Cedric, and Cho, come with me! "

The tactics suddenly changed again, and Harry became someone who no longer needed to be protected, but his situation was smoother than before-he saw his father's ability on the court for the first time, and it was a brilliance. Relying on one person against seven people, even the Bludger is following his orders, confusing the opposing players.

It's just that James' methods are very weird. He can always achieve his goals, but he can't let the referee find any faults.

"Do you think he did it on purpose?" Cedric asked as he flew past Harry. "Why wasn't it done before?"

"I guess, he probably wants to set a good example for us!" Fred said excitedly after knocking the Bludger into the air, "But I can't hold it anymore, this feeling is awesome!"

Harry did feel great, he had never enjoyed a game so much, he didn't have to hold his breath anymore.

Most importantly, he saw the shadow of the Snitch, which was next to the goal of the Bulgarian team, unnoticed by the opposing goalkeeper.

Harry caught a glimpse of Krum staring at him all the time. He was in a bad situation, and he had a big lump on his head - which was caused by George.

"Harry Potter!" Ludo Bagman shouted in disbelief, "Did he find it?"

Harry suddenly began to dive downwards, one of his signature tricks - the Ronsky feint, which he'd been able to pull off in first grade - and Krum was no slower than he was, but with Harry Unexpectedly, Krum was not deceived by his trick, but also found the trace of the golden snitch!

He was deliberately confusing him!

But at this moment, Qiu, who was about to score a goal, heard James shouting to himself: "Pass the ball to me!"

With a beautiful pass, James manipulated the tail of the broom to hit hard, and hit the Quaffle firmly, but instead of hitting the goal, he turned the angle, just toward the goal. The Golden Snitch flew diagonally downwards!

The Quaffle passed by the back of Krum's head, making his scalp ache - he watched the Snitch being driven to the bottom of the goal, grabbed by Harry who was in a hurry, and couldn't stop flying up into the air. Fly higher than the tallest goal in the end!
Harry was so excited that he couldn't help himself. He lifted the Golden Snitch high and looked down at Krum who was looking up at him.

He suddenly remembered the letter Krum wrote to himself back then.

"You did a good job."

Harry gasped, embracing James, who was galloping over, in a joy that no one could stop.

"We've won!" James shouted flamboyantly, lifting Harry off the broom and lifting it high above his head - he had never done such a dangerous move before.

The cheers of the audience were overshadowed one after another, and Harry saw a large area of ​​orange lighted up in the auditorium, everyone was celebrating wildly, and the scoreboard flashed the score, England: 470, Bulgaria: 330.

Surrounded by the rest of the team, Harry made his way back into the tunnel, where Toby was standing ready to greet them, walking towards James first.

"It seems that you understand what I mean." Toby smiled and said, looking in a good mood: "My sight also reminded you enough so that you don't have to worry about living anymore, and then Set a disgusting example."

"Because Lily is not here." James said in a low voice, only Harry could hear the conversation between them: "So to be precise, I am still a single father, and I have to take on the responsibilities of parents at the same time. But don't you It's too early to be happy, Toby, I have already decided that I must stop you, and nothing will work this time."

"No need." Toby waved his hand indifferently and said, "I just got the news that Fudge was attacked by a group of unknown people while leaving the stadium, and he is now missing."

"You actually—"

"It's not me." Toby shook his head: "It seems that we have all misjudged a person-Albus Dumbledore, no wonder he has not been in a hurry to do it. The principal's methods are always beyond imagination, and this time No exception."

"Just wait and see, the era of black devils and white devils has come."

(End of this chapter)