Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 360 Professors

Although the Triwizard Tournament is a long-lost event, there is another more important event for the entire Hogwarts.

That is Harry Potter is back.

"Look, look at him quickly."

"I want to get an autograph."

"Do you think he'll put a kiss on my autograph book. Or on the face."

"Unfortunately, he has a girlfriend."

Harry hurried through the crowd with his head down, muttering under his breath, "It's nothing to be sorry about."

"You hear me!" Ron said loudly, "Harry doesn't think there's anything to be sorry about, so he'll probably just have to kiss your autograph book."

The two lower grade girls were frightened and ran away.

But soon, more people gathered around Harry.

While they were having breakfast, there was an endless stream of congratulators—Harry had already experienced it once in the college common room last night, and today it was celebrations from other houses—of course, this did not include Slater. Forest.

"Your performance at the World Cup was simply fantastic!"

That's what Harry heard the most this morning, but he had to say thanks with his mouth full of pies, and sign autographs for these people or something.

Colin raised his camera and asked excitedly, "Can I take a photo with my brother?"

His younger brother, Dennis Creevey, was a freshman this semester and was also assigned to Gryffindor, and he looked at Harry with the same admiration.

"I want to send this picture to my dad," Colin said again.

"Okay then." Harry had to stand up again, shaking hands with Dennis with a very embarrassed expression, leaving behind this nondescript photo.

After Harry sat back down again, Ron gloated and said, "It seems that you still haven't escaped this fan meeting."

"I wish I could come later." Harry said gloomily, "It's better never to show up."

"Will you participate in the Triwizard Tournament, Harry?" Another Ravenclaw student who came over to congratulate him asked, "I dare say, no one is more suitable to represent Hogwarts than you."

"Thank you," Harry replied, "but I'm not old enough, and I don't want to be locked up by Professor Highmore—he's the Vice-Headmaster now, so he has that power, right?"

"That's true." As soon as Toby's name was mentioned, no one dared to talk anymore.

Moreover, the students in the school agreed that it was Professor Highmore who drove Snape away. Thinking about it carefully, it only took him less than three years.

As for the departure of Headmaster Dumbledore, few people think that it has something to do with Toby. After all, Dumbledore is not retired, but has become the Minister of Magic. This sounds no worse than the headmaster of Hogwarts. .

"I really wanted to try it." Neville interrupted, "But after hearing what you said, I don't dare to mess around."

Ron and Harry looked at him in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Neville asked puzzled.

The two exchanged a look.

"You're very brave," said Harry.

"I don't even dare to think about it." Ron went on, "I saw it in a dream at most."

Neville's expression became a bit distressed: "It's my grandma who has become more and more strict with me since my parents were promoted. In the past, she just needed me not to lose everything. Now I have to help my family win more. Honor - just like you."

He looked at Harry and said.

Harry laughed dryly, but fortunately Hermione arrived at this time, she put the schoolbag casually, and then spread thick jam on the slice of bread.

"You're eating again." Ron said with a strange look in his eyes.

"Yeah, because I thought of a better way." Hermione asked proudly, "Harry, can you find Dobby?"

"What?" Harry asked nervously, "I don't have time, and I don't know what to do."

"It's fine if you don't want to help." Hermione snorted: "At worst, I'll go to Professor Highmore, he will definitely understand me."

Just last year, Professor Highmore hoped that Harry would pass his own exam—trying to change Dobby, at least not let it punish him so badly.

It's hard to say what role ancient magic played in this, but after Harry's repeated persuasion, Dobby really made some changes-at least he would no longer scare Sister just because he heard the name of the former master trembling.

So Professor Highmore gave Harry a qualified evaluation.

Besides, they also saw clearly that Professor Highmore was indeed the best candidate to find Dobby.

"I seem to have something to ask him too." Ron said, looking at Harry.

"Me too," Harry whispered back.

They have special courses again this year - one is to learn about the devil, and the other is to find a way to become the master of death.

And Harry is also responsible for another important mission that James entrusted to him-to find a way to find clues that Lily Evans has appeared, and find out where Professor Highmore discovered this.

In other words, Harry is going to become a spy.

"Are you really going to do that?"

Ron, who learned the secret on the train, asked, and Hermione also looked over curiously.

"I'll think about it," said Harry hesitantly.

He still can't make up his mind completely.

Before they had finished their breakfast, there was a rustling sound from above their heads, and more than 100 owls flew in to bring everyone the morning mail.

Harry looked up instantly, with a premonition in his mind.

Sure enough, Hedwig appeared, slowly flew in front of him, pecked his fingers affectionately, and Ron picked up a bowl of water and handed it over.

"Is it Gjeon's letter?"

"It's him." Harry opened the envelope, and after reading it carefully, he said, "Gazeon made an appointment to meet me at the Pig's Head Bar on the weekend."

"It seems that you have to hurry up." Hermione said: "In less than a week, you have to think carefully."

Hermione was right, there wasn't much time left for Harry.

But fortunately, the first day of a new term is always relaxing, and there was no ancient magic class today, which made Harry feel a lot easier.

Until they saw a snail in Care of Magical Creatures class.

"What the hell?"

"Skret, Malfoy, don't think I can find faults just because I'm in a good mood—look carefully!"

Draco, whose face turned blue and then red, narrowed his eyes, and Hagrid kicked a few boxes on the grass over to let them look inside.

Then some people wish they had a pair of eyes that haven't seen this stuff.

The things in the box looked like big lobsters that had been deformed and shelled. They were slimy white and gray, and they looked terrible. Many legs were sticking out in all directions, and it was impossible to see where the heads were.There were about a hundred of them in each box, each about six inches long, crawling on top of each other, bumping dazedly against the walls of the box.They also had a very strong smell of rotten fish and shrimp.Every now and then a few sparks would shoot off the tail of a snail, and with a soft snap the snail would be pushed forward a few inches.

"Looks like he's back to his old self," Ron whispered, his eyes full of concern.

At Hagrid's beck and call, they had to tend the snails, and that started with figuring out what they liked.

Ron was being perfunctory on purpose, as if hoping it would be best to starve them all.

Then, they went through an endless divination class, and Professor Trelawney was also old-fashioned, showing great interest in the impending doom.

"I want to quit the class." After they finally left the airtight classroom full of incense, Ron said bitterly, "I'd rather waste my time in History of Magic class."

"You've got a good idea," said Harry.

Everyone knows that it's okay to sleep in Professor Binns' class.

They went downstairs with the crowd, and Harry heard someone calling him, and the sharp-eyed Hermione immediately said, "Let's go first, Harry."

"Eh!"

"Eh!"

Ron was taken away in a daze. Harry was wondering, but when he turned his head, he saw that the person who came was Qiu Zhang.

"Where are your friends?"

After finally squeezing over, Qiu asked curiously: "I still want to say hello to them—after all, I was a little unhappy when we met yesterday."

"Um..." Of course Harry understood what was going on, and Hermione took Ron away in advance just to avoid embarrassing herself.

"They. Let's talk about it next time. Do you still have class later?"

"It's gone." Qiu shook his head and said, "That's why I thought of coming to you."

"I don't have classes anymore." Harry said inexplicably nervously.

What happened next was very natural. The two left the castle, found a piece of soft grass by the black lake and sat down, watching the big octopus in the lake lying motionless on the water.

Even during the time spent alone, people still kept coming to Harry for his autograph.In this regard, Qiu behaved empathetically, occasionally helping to hand over pens, and did not take the initiative to say that she wanted to leave here.

After seeing off yet another reluctant girl, Harry felt he couldn't go on like this.

"Let's change places." He said apologetically.

"I was thinking about it just now." Qiu said with a smile: "When will you wait until you speak? I thought you were enjoying it."

"How is it possible?" Harry suddenly became more embarrassed.

After packing up their things, they headed to a place where there were few people.

"Did anyone ask for your autograph too?" Harry asked as they walked.

"Yes, but it's not as exaggerated as you." Qiu joked again: "I guess it's because those people know that I'm your girlfriend, so they're embarrassed to strike up a conversation with me—don't think I can't see those girls mind."

"Huh?" Harry really didn't see these things: "You mean they didn't all come to me because of Quidditch?"

"It can only be said to be a very small part." Qiu shook his head and said, "For example, the boys must be because of Quidditch, but the girls are different-you didn't notice it? People who look for Cedric are more likely to look for Fred and George's combined is more than yours."

Harry had a feeling of being cheated, and he was even a little annoyed in his heart, which made his guilt towards Qiu even deeper.

"Sorry, I don't know"

"Then how do you think you should compensate me?" Qiu Xiao interrupted, her bright eyes staring straight at Harry.

Harry blushed, and he looked around guiltily, then quickly kissed Cho on the cheek.

"Yesterday you were not like this." Qiu said dissatisfied.

"Yesterday. Yesterday because of—eh?"

"What's wrong? Don't try to change the subject"

"No, who do you think that is?"

Harry pointed to a strange figure on the playground and asked, and Qiu turned his head to look suspiciously.The dim sunlight happened to penetrate the clouds and shine on the other party's muddy face, which made her turn pale with fright.

When Moody walked quickly in front of them, Harry subconsciously stood in front of Cho.

"Who are you?" He asked nervously, "I warn you not to mess around, this is Hogwarts, Professor Deng Haimo will not let you go!"

Moody looked at Harry silently, his eyes lingering for a brief moment on the lightning scar on his forehead.

"Harry Potter." He said in a dull voice: "It seems that I interrupted your date, didn't I? Let me introduce myself first, Alastor Moody, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. It seems that you Never heard my name." He read it in Harry's expression.

"Can we have a chat alone?" He turned to look at Qiu and said.

"Do you need me to find Professor Highmore?" Qiu Li asked Harry immediately.

That's the downside of not showing up at the start-of-term dinner, no one thinks a guy like Moody is a good guy.

"No need." Harry saw that Moody had something to say to himself, and it must be something important.

"Wise choice," Moody praised, grinning to make the scar even scarier.

After Qiu walked away, Harry nervously accepted Moody's attention. He heard the other party say: "Dumbledore told me that there is a high probability that Highmore will continue to tutor you alone this year. Is this true?"

There was nothing to hide, and Harry replied truthfully, "It's true."

"Can you tell me what he will teach you?"

"I'm afraid not, sir."

Harry couldn't be sure that Moody could be trusted.

"You don't trust me." Moody said sharply: "You don't even trust Dumbledore completely, but you are very frank with that fellow Highmore."

"Is there a problem?" Harry asked with a frown. He could see that this person had a bad attitude towards Professor Highmore, and the address was not friendly.

"There is a small problem." Moody's tone gradually became scary: "This school has been infiltrated to a high degree by Haimo, he has squeezed you all to death, no one will Another chance to resist—"

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked back in shock: "Professor Highmore is at best a vice-principal, and above him there is Principal McGonagall, or even Dumbledore."

Moody suddenly interrupted: "It turns out that you also know that he needs to be controlled."

Harry became speechless for a moment.

"Okay, it's time to get down to business."

Moody did not continue to pursue this topic. He changed his words and said, "I came to Hogwarts for other purposes besides teaching. This matter must be done with a student. I can't think of it except you." There are better candidates."

"So, Harry, are you interested in taking part in the Triwizard Tournament?"

(End of this chapter)