Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 351 Harry is in Love

350 Harry is in love

Harry is in love.

But he didn't know any details.

All he could remember was drinking a lot of beer at Jaime's urging - it wasn't very tasty, by the way - and then his mind went berserk and he only cared about what was going on in his heart Staring at Qiu Zhang in a daze.

The fragment he vaguely remembered was that James suddenly yelled——

"Everyone be quiet, Harry has something to say to Qiu."

Then Harry's head became even more dizzy.

When he came back to his senses, he found that he and Qiu were already hugging each other—he didn't even know where he had the courage to hug this girl, but it just happened.

"I knew it, I knew it!" Wood, who was watching them, cried out.

"What do you know?" Fred asked curiously.

"Harry likes autumn." Wood said with a smile: "When he used to compete in school, he always felt sad because of the autumn equinox—"

"Only once!" Harry retorted subconsciously when he heard it.

"Look." Wood pointed at him and said with a smirk, "I'll just say yes."

"Oh——" Fred and George Qiqi made long voices.

On the sofa not far away, Ron, who was holding a glass, was stunned - after learning that there was a celebration party, he immediately followed him no matter what, but fortunately Mrs. Weasley was in a good mood before agreeing.

"Harry is in love." Ron said with a look of disbelief: "He actually has a girlfriend. Hermione, look at him, Hermione!"

"What you said is wrong!"

Ron was taken aback by the cry. He turned his head and found that Cedric had also sat down at some point. He was also drunk and was arguing with Hermione who was also drunk.

"Miss Granger," Cedric said drunkenly, swaying from side to side but not falling over.

"I admit that your grades are excellent, but the automatic casting wand is beyond the content of the course. This is a problem that even Professor Haimer can't solve-do you think everyone is as good as Professor Haimer?"

"I'm just saying that your thinking is too conservative." Hermione pointed her finger, she was obviously crooked, and pointed at the Quaffle that kept colliding between Cedric and the sofa.

"Don't move, just listen to me."

Hermione held the Quaffle steady with her hand, and said with a dazed look, "You always want to make it with a wand, but have you ever thought that maybe a wand is the best solution? We have to get your wand first. Wands become scepters."

"That's impossible." Cedric waved his hand, almost missing Ron's head, who was far away from him, and knocked the Quaffle flying in Hermione's hand: "How can a wand become a scepter? Can't put a crown on the wand or anything, just a fingernail."

His usual tone of speech was not so blunt.

Hermione stared blankly at the empty hands.

"Cedric."

"what's wrong?"

"Your head turned into a ball and flew away."

"what?"

Cedric clapped his hands to the sides of his head, and shouted in horror, "I have no head! Has anyone seen my head?"

"Here is your head." George walked over waddlingly, holding something in his hand to cover Cedric's head, and just slipped it into it.

"I have a head." Cedric patted the thing twice, making a crisp sound, and he kept repeating happily: "I have a head again!"

Hermione patted it impatiently: "Since you have a brain, listen to me carefully—what am I going to say—"

Ron looked at them in horror, then shook his head and looked at the drunken people on the left and right.

"Am I the only one who can see it?" He shouted in disbelief, "Armor—how could the head of the armor be in George's hands? The devil won't be released, right?"

"Professor Highmore." He turned his head and saw Professor Highmore and Angela walking over together, and immediately said anxiously: "Let me declare that this matter has nothing to do with me—George put—"

"Take it easy, Mr Weasley."

Toby took the helmet off Cedric's head smoothly, and then patted it twice to comfort him: "You really underestimated me too much, how could you let the devil go away just because of a helmet."

Ron gradually relaxed.

Toby continued: "At least it has to be a drunk helmet."

"Huh?" The expression on Ron's face was wonderful.

"Okay." Toby turned around and clapped his hands and said, "It's time to go to bed, children, don't leave tonight, so as not to be taught by your parents - give the bedroom inside to the girls, and the boys will sleep in it." living room."

Facts have proved that Toby's words are not only useful in school, but also have the ability to hangover at the celebration party-Harry became sober a lot the moment he spoke. Sit together on the same sofa.

"Then I'll go to the bedroom first." Qiu's face was still bright red.

"Ah good." Harry felt like an idiot.

Soon, the messy living room was filled with boys who were too drunk to pass out.

Ron deliberately sneaked over and lay down on the carpet not far from Harry - Harry also leaned over, he needed someone to help share his panic now.

In the darkness, and in the lively atmosphere outside the tent that hadn't completely dissipated, Ron stared straight at Harry and said, "So, you have a girlfriend. Did Gazeon help you out?"

Harry was silent for a moment.

"It seems to be such a thing." He whispered back: "My head is still dizzy now, and I can't imagine that this is such a success."

"You have a good captain." Ron changed his words in time: "Tell me quickly, when did this start."

"The game." Harry seemed to hold back these words for a long time, and he spit out a series of words: "We have been playing together for a long time—"

"Just one vacation," Ron interrupted.

"It's been a long time." Harry said with a smile: "She was very nervous at first, as long as I saw it, I would help her to comfort her, and then she would smile at me, and I couldn't help smiling. I want to miss her and want to know everything about her."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Ron complained again: "You seem to be far away from her. If you want to know, just ask her."

"That's stupid," Harry grumbled. "Can you stop interrupting?"

At the end, Harry didn't remember what he had said, so he just fell asleep in such a drowsy manner. Ron, who couldn't help being sleepy, went to bed earlier than him, and everyone in the tent fell into sleep.

Except for the grown-ups who still have a lot of work to do.

All the officials of the Ministry of Magic who were on the Quidditch pitch were summoned together in the box on the top floor, and Scrimgeour told the fact that Fudge was kidnapped, and his life and death are unknown now.

This moment ruined everyone's good mood.

Ludo complained: "Why does it have to be today, England won the World Cup with great difficulty-I mean, it's really unfortunate, and can I understand it this way-there is no Minister of Magic?"

"Indeed." Scrimgeour said, withdrawing his angry gaze. "During the time Minister Fudge has been missing, someone must be in charge, especially...especially when we don't know who the murderer is."

In the end, he chose to conceal the news of Grindelwald.

"I recommend Albus Dumbledore." The old Barty Crouton, who had been silent all along, suddenly said.

This caused a lot of discussion, everyone knew the grievances between Dumbledore and Fudge, they were almost enemies.

Scrimgeour looked at Old Barty, his face was still pale, but his eyes were blazing.

"I have no objection." Scrimgeour interrupted the discussion, "and I think the Wizengamot would agree, after all, Dumbledore is still the chief wizard of the Wizengamot now-but to be fair, it is best We still adopt a secret ballot method, and everyone writes the name they intend to nominate on a note."

After a burst of brushing and writing, the note was quickly taken back.

"Albus Dumbledore."

"Albus Dumbledore."

"Albus Dumbledore."

"A--Ludo Bagman?"

Scrimgeour looked up in surprise.

Ludo smiled awkwardly and said, "I'm just kidding, anyway, everyone knows the answer—forget it, I can change it now."

"Albus Dumbledore, unanimously approved. I will inform Minister Dumbledore of the good news in time, and everyone can go to rest."

After the crowd was almost gone, Bagman lingered and did not leave.

"Do you have anything else to do?" Scrimgeour asked very bluntly.He was in a very bad mood - he knew who the murderer was, but he couldn't say it in public, because this would not only make Grindelwald's problem unresolved, but might also make Dumbledore an enemy as well.

After all, this is Dumbledore in real life, not Grindelwald who died in a lie.

The most important thing is that Dumbledore does have the value of winning over, otherwise Scrimgeour would not agree to this decision against his will.

He'd rather have a glass of Gamp now.

"I just want to ask," Bagman asked with a look of guilty conscience, "Is there any clue about Fudge's disappearance? Could it be——you should know who I'm referring to. "

"I don't know." Scrimgeour said coldly.

"Toby Highmore." Bagman said Toby's name impatiently: "Anyone else but him, he has a lot of criminal records, I've seen them all, don't you suspect him ?"

"I thought you had a good relationship." Scrimgeour simply glanced at Bagman, "If you really want to know the answer, go check it out. I can pretend that today's conversation never happened."

After Scrimgeour left, Bagman breathed a sigh of relief, and he said to himself: "How could I have such courage? Fortunately, I paid back all the money I owed him in time, otherwise the missing It’s really going to be me.”
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"You really gave me a hard time looking for it."

James sat beside a messy long table. He looked at Sirius and Lupine on the other side and complained: "Why don't you come to the celebration? Although you haven't been to the field, the children miss you all." .”

"Really?" Sirius swallowed a whole glass of beer, and asked reeking of alcohol, "Did they really mention our names?"

"Of course." James said with a smirk: "In the end I had to take out all the wine I prepared in advance to divert their attention, and no one should remember now-by the way, Harry also confessed his love to Qiu .”

Looking at the men and women cuddling each other under the campfire in the distance, Lupine said with a pun, "It's really beautiful."

"Just like Lily and I." James said boldly, "A match made in heaven."

Sirius and Lupine looked over at the same time.

"Well, there were some twists and turns in the beginning." James admitted helplessly: "But who made it so that there are not many normal people around her-this seems to include me, but-whatever, Give me a drink too."

Sirius sat still.

Lupine didn't speak either, he obviously had no intention of meddling in this matter.

"Come on." James saw the reason for Sirius' dissatisfaction at a glance: "Don't tell me that you didn't go to the celebration because of Toby-but I wouldn't agree if it were me, so, again There is no artillery team anymore, and I will not have any boss in the future.”

Only then did Sirius speak: "What do you mean?"

"I want to find Lily."

James' words completely attracted the attention of the two of them. His tone was lost for a while, but soon became excited again.

"When I lifted Harry up after the game it was so Lily could see it too - but I forgot she wasn't with me now and I had to find her more than anything .”

"You two, are you going to help out together?"
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"Master. I have completed all the tasks you gave me, me."

"Calm down, Wormtail."

Grindelwald looked at the distant sky, and a deep castle was revealed under the dark clouds.

"You will be rewarded, so I will rescue you-but not now, don't worry, all of us need to wait patiently. Gildero, my excellent student, come here."

"Professor?" Gilderoy Lockhart, who hadn't seen him for a long time, walked over with a confused face. It was hard to imagine how he could maintain this glamorous appearance forever. Dwarf Peter is totally two kinds of people.

"As a credit to the risky lurking in Hogwarts, it's time for me to formally reward you."

Grindelwald turned his back to the castle and said, an indistinct large ship flickered under the cloudy sky, like a skeleton, or the remains of a shipwreck, attracting Lockhart's blue eyes.

This is the first time he knows where the Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is located - the magic school known for its black magic - Durmstrang has the most mysterious school site, they will use the Oblivion Curse to erase it Part of the visitor's memory, so no one is sure where it is located.

However, what is the reward that the professor said?
You can't give me this school, can you?

He must have thought too much.

(End of this chapter)