Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 359 Moody
McGonagall obviously wanted to continue asking questions, but was interrupted by Slughorn on the other side with a smile.

"Before I came here, I didn't expect Toby to be so valued. Although I also heard some news about his teaching, I really think it's no big deal. Isn't this Hogwarts? Shouldn't be so hard on him, don't you think, Toby?"

"Of course." Toby responded with a smile: "Schools shouldn't curb the creativity of professors."

"You don't understand, Horace." Mag retorted lightly: "The newspaper didn't describe the content of Toby's later teaching."

"Then it's none of my business." Slughorn clearly sided with his favorite student.

At the long table for the students, Harry was filling his stomach non-stop, and from time to time, he glanced in the direction of Ravenclaw's house.

He vaguely heard Hermione asking Nick some questions in surprise, but he couldn't hear it clearly - because someone would always block his view, and Ron kept telling him about playing Quidditch .

"While I'm glad you're willing to teach me how to play Quidditch, I suddenly discovered a problem - I don't have my own broom."

"There are still some Sweeping Seven Stars in the warehouse." Harry's answer seemed a little careless.

"Yeah, I know." Ron stirred the mashed potatoes on the plate. "But it's too old-fashioned. Who likes a player with a knockout broom. So we're back to the original question— —You still have to find a way to make money first.”

"What are you going to do?" Harry finally turned his head and asked curiously: "Continue to be Fred and George's guinea pig? I believe they will be happy to pay you a salary."

"No." Ron shook his head: "This method won't last long, and I don't have that many lives for them. I'm worrying about this. I have to come up with an idea that can make a lot of money-- ——I finally understand that a long flow of water is not suitable for me, and I will only spend all my savings in advance. And I usually have to go to class, and I don’t have so much time—”

"Hundreds of house-elves?" Hermione's questioning voice interrupted their conversation: "I didn't think there were many—I mean, I've seen Dobby, but I didn't expect their number to be so high." so many?"

"If there aren't enough, are you planning to exhaust Dobby to death?" Nick said with a smile, "Although I haven't counted, there are at least 100 house-elves in the school. I dare say there must be more than [-] house-elves here." More than any one location—oh, and I remember Toby taking them all out once not too long ago."

"Is it a holiday?" Hermione asked with luck.

"I don't know." Nick shook his head: "But as far as I know, house elves have no holidays, and they don't need salaries and subsidies. Serving wizards is their natural mission."

"A group of slave owners!" Hermione said with a sudden glare, and by the way involved the bewildered Ron. "All of you are worse than Professor Highmore. At least he knows how to give the elves a holiday."

"Why am I being scolded?" Ron asked aggrievedly, "It's not my fault—it's not wrong, what are you thinking about?"

Hermione pushed the plate angrily, she couldn't eat any more.

Harry was well aware of Dobby's tragic experience, but he ignored Hermione's questions all the time, and he didn't expect Hermione's reaction to be so great.

For the rest of the dinner they tried to persuade Hermione to eat more, and both flinched at each other's angry gazes.

Finally, the dessert was swept away, and the last crumbs of the plate disappeared, and the plate was clean and shiny again.

At this time, Principal McGonagall stood up again.The buzzing voices in the hall stopped suddenly, only the howling of the wind and the beating of the heavy rain could be heard.

"Okay, it's time to announce something." She said seriously: "You should have seen it, or knew part of the news in advance-Albus Dumbledore made an amazing decision. He chose Leaving Hogwarts, I taking over as Headmaster of the school, and Professor Highmore as Vice-Headmaster—this is a big personnel change that needs to be explained to you.”

"And, Professor Snape also temporarily left us due to physical reasons—be quiet!"

She had to call out again to silence the whispered cheers.

"So, we invited the former professor - Horace Slughorn, who will continue to serve as your potions professor and head of Slytherin House."

Slughorn stood up with a smile and waved to the students. There was a burst of applause. He didn't expect to receive such a warm welcome.

"So, Professor Highmore won?" Draco in his seat said in disbelief, "He finally drove Snape away?"

Many people thought as much as he did, thinking that Professor Highmore was all responsible for Snape's departure, and that he even bypassed the dean and directly became the vice-principal.

"Finally, I regret to tell you that the school does not plan to hold the Quidditch competition this year."

"What?" Ron gasped in surprise, "Then why should I learn Quidditch?"

Harry, who was also surprised, comforted subconsciously: "You can think about it in a positive way, which will give you at least one more year to think about how to make money."

"Oh, why didn't I think of that." Ron said sarcastically.

Harry gave him a resigned look.

McGonagall went on: "That's because a big event will start in October and run through the school year, taking up a lot of teachers' time and energy - but I'm sure you'll all have a lot of fun with it. I'm very I am happy to announce to everyone that the Triwizard Tournament will be officially held at Hogwarts this year!"

"Merlin!" Ron's eyes widened in surprise.

"What is this?" Harry asked puzzledly. Hermione, who was quietly perking up her ears, was just about to answer, but thought that maybe she shouldn't break the firm atmosphere at this time.

Fortunately, Principal McGonagall has started to explain to the students.

"The Triwizard Tournament was created some 700 years ago as a friendly rivalry between the three largest wizarding schools in Europe. The three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. Each school selects a warrior, and then three warriors compete in three magic items. The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, and the three schools take turns hosting it. Everyone agrees that it is the friendship between young wizards from different countries. It was an excellent way—but then, the death toll was too high, and the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted."

"Over the centuries, people have tried several times to restore the Tournament, but none of them have been successful. But fortunately, this time we were lucky enough to make the Triwizard Tournament a reality with the help of Professor Highmore and Headmaster Dumbledore. The established facts, plus ensuring that no one's life is in danger for every warrior."

"In October, the Headmasters of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will bring their handpicked contenders, and the selection of the warriors will take place on Hallowe'en. An impartial referee will decide which students are best qualified to participate Compete for the Tri-Strong Cup, win honors for your school, and personally get a bonus of [-] Galleons."

"A thousand Galleons?" Ron's eyes straightened when he heard the number.

Looking at the restless students below, Mag continued: "I know that both the reputation and the amount of bonuses are very attractive, but for the sake of safety, we agreed after discussion that students who are too young should not be allowed to participate in the competition. ——In the end, this restriction was pushed down to 17 years old—quiet!”

McGonagall had to shout again to overwhelm the students' discussion.

"It's a necessary measure," she said sternly. "It's what you have to do if you're going to survive the match—do you have anything to say, Toby?"

"Yes, principal." Toby said simply, "Just one word, children."

He scanned the auditorium with his eyes, there seemed to be some magical power, and the students were suddenly silent.

"I know that some of you are very confident, or most of you think so, but believe me-as one of the designers of the competition, students who are too young cannot survive the competition safely ——This time, it’s no longer a small fight like in class.”

This passage is more convincing than anything else. The freshmen may not understand it, but the old students are all frightened.

Going to class is actually called a small fight?
Isn't it going to be a killing spree this time? !
"Thank you, Toby." McGonagall nodded at Toby, she explained some other things, and then asked the students to rest in the dormitory.

Under the leadership of the prefects, the students from various colleges dispersed like a tide, and Ron kept murmuring his dissatisfaction in his heart, so Harry had no choice but to respond: "Don't think about it, didn't you hear? Professor Mo will be one of the designers. I can't imagine what kind of competition there will be—hey, why do I feel like something is missing?"

"Of course you feel that way." Hermione interjected, "The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Headmaster McGonagall didn't announce the candidate for the professor of this course until the end-you said, she wouldn't be no Are you recruiting someone?"

"If you go one a year, how could anyone dare to come." Ron said in a sullen voice, "This is not a survival match, and there will be a thousand Galleon bonus."

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At this moment, to everyone's surprise, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor they were talking about was sitting on the sofa in the ancient magic office.

Angela stared vigilantly at this strange man in front of him - his face was covered with scars, his mouth was like a big crooked opening, and the protruding nose was missing.The most terrifying thing is his eyes, one of his eyes is small, black and shiny; the other eye is very big, round like a coin, and it is a vivid bright blue—— — This magic eye doesn't need to blink, it keeps turning around, and it moves very flexibly.

The water glass placed in front of Moody didn't move, he was only willing to drink from his own curved wine bottle, Angela frowned.

"You have to be vigilant at all times."

Moody seemed to be answering Angela's inner thoughts, and some seemed to be talking to himself: "The strange environment is full of danger and unknown. No one knows what will happen in the next second—in that block of ice What's there?" He asked suddenly.

Angela was not intimidated by the other party's tone at all, she had already received a lot of training from Toby.So she just drank the lemonade in her glass and deliberately didn't answer Moody's question.

This can't be completely blamed on her ignoring people, it's because Moody's tone is really not normal, and it even looks like he is interrogating a prisoner.

At this time, the door of the office opened.

Toby walked in with Al, who was chubby alone, and he saw Moody's magic eyes turning sideways at a glance, and he kept looking at himself.

"We finally meet." Moody stared at him closely and said, "Toby Highmore, I have heard your name from Dumbledore more than once."

"Should I be honored by this?" Toby came over and extended a friendly hand to him, but Moody didn't respond, and deliberately leaned back, as if Toby's hand Like poisonous.

"Did you live in this environment?" Moody asked. "Since I came to Hogwarts, my looking glass has never stopped ringing, especially here it is the loudest."

Toby withdrew his arm unaffected: "About this, I dare say that this room is much safer than many places I have been to."

"Including the principal's office?" Moody asked abruptly.

"This joke is not funny at all." Toby said, sitting across from him, "Why don't you go to the dinner party? The students won't have a chance to meet you-although the news of your coming to Hogwarts will be completely spread tomorrow." Yes, but at least let them make more psychological preparations."

"No need." Moody resolutely rebuffed: "I'm here to work, not to attend any dinner party. Dumbledore is not here, I don't have many old friends at Hogwarts, and I also told McGonagall in advance It was explained, and she offered to understand."

"It seems that I was targeted by both of you at the same time." Toby said sharply: "What is this? Dumbledore's alliance? Or do I become an enemy of the Order of the Phoenix instead of a member?"

"No." Moody said unexpectedly: "This has nothing to do with Dumbledore, it's entirely out of my own intuition. This time the intuition is stronger than ever before, I can feel it, and you will Hogwarts poses endless risks, and if not stopped in time, disaster will happen."

"However, the premise of all this is that I can survive this year's length limit, otherwise this matter sounds like it has nothing to do with me."

"Thank you for your hospitality."

He stood up, left the unmoving drinks and snacks on the table, and left the office without looking back.

As soon as Moody left, Angela began to complain: "Do you know how annoying that person is? He came here on purpose to inquire about the news, and he is probably ready to arrest you. Come here in advance to familiarize yourself with the environment." What."

"I think we're all aware of that," Toby said, looking in the direction Moody was going.

"Hogwarts, who refuses to calm down, has ushered in another year full of troubles."

(End of this chapter)