Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 362 Pig's Head Bar
Pig's Head Bar.

James, who had just finished a day's work, hurried over. Mr. Bagman was surprisingly easy-going, and as soon as he heard that it was related to the great star Harry Potter, he immediately allowed him to take an early break.

Of course, the reason why James came to Harry in advance couldn't be because it really had something to do with the agent, but because Harry suddenly wrote him a letter, wanting to test the meeting that was originally scheduled for the weekend. It was emphatically emphasized that it would be best for him to come alone.

As for whether Harry can leave Hogwarts at this time-with the Screaming Shack, coupled with the invisibility cloak passed down from generation to generation in their family, I believe it will not be difficult for Harry at all.

If he couldn't, James would be sad about it.

"Hi, Aberforth—"

"Don't call me by my name in public."

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know—"

"Don't sit at the bar either, there is room for the wine table. Here you go, take this glass of black devil wine."

"Are you in for a treat? Thanks—"

"Seven Sickles."

James was choked speechless.

While muttering "How unreasonable", he took out silver coins from his pocket and put them on the table, then walked towards the empty table with his wine glass in his hand.

He came back not far away, and took out two cups of silver coins.

"Bring me another bottle of Butterbeer—it's a filthy bottle, won't it expire?"

Aberforth stared closely at James.

"Well, when I didn't say it."

James grabbed the bottle and hurried back. He seemed to see Dumbledore's shadow just for a moment.

The waiting time was a bit boring, and the bar was gradually emptying out, and even Aberforth went up the stairs after counting the accounts.

"Hey! There are still guests here!"

"Get what you want to drink, don't forget to pay, and wash your glasses before you leave—that's about it."

"Did you remember wrongly? I wasn't the one who worked for you before!"

"It looks the same to me."

"you--!"

James stared wide-eyed at Aberforth's back as he disappeared down the stairs.

"never mind."

He leisurely sat back on his seat again, thinking that he would just ask Harry to help, and treat it as a friendly parent-child interaction.

Harry must be touched by this.

Finally, after James drank three glasses of black devil wine, the door of the bar opened again.

"Ok?"

James looked up, he looked at the logo on the bottle, and then at the guests who came in from the outside.

"I got drunk so quickly? Otherwise, how could I see the real black devil walking in?"

"So you still remember my nickname."

Toby walked over to James and sat down. He poured himself a glass of wine and said, "It's not like someone who only calls me that guy or that guy. It's not polite at all."

"The black devil sounds polite?" James questioned inwardly.

"At least it can bring fear to people. This is one of the few commendable methods of the mysterious man." Toby breathed a sigh of relief after drinking the wine in the glass: "Don't look, Harry won't here."

"What did you do to him?" James tensed.

As soon as he saw Toby appearing, he knew that the matter had been exposed, but he didn't expect Harry to be exposed so quickly-this seems to be the second day of school, right?

"What else can I do?" Toby said casually: "He is probably busy with his homework now, and he doesn't know how his Patronus Charm is going well—by the way, can't you become a Patronus? Didn't you teach him the spell?"

"You know the same tricks as I do, but I haven't seen you explain all the magic." James looked back at the clock on the wall, and it was already very late.

"Isn't there a curfew at Hogwarts? Why do you need to do your homework so late?"

"You underestimate those children too much. They don't need to sleep for so long."

"Is this child abuse?"

"In my opinion not. Because when I was young, I went to bed much later than them, especially when I first entered school, and I always had to be wary of someone sneaking up on me in the middle of the night—well, that's all for the memories, we still have How long are you going to talk nonsense?"

"As long as it takes." James got up and said, "But since you don't want to continue the chat, then that's fine. Goodbye. Don't forget to wash the glasses on the bar counter."

At this time, a thick book suddenly appeared in front of James.

"have a look."

Toby poured himself another glass of wine and said, "Didn't you always want to know where I got Lily's clue? It's in this book with her name on it."

James took the book in surprise, but instead of opening it, he asked Toby, "Where did you get this book?"

After drinking his second glass of wine, Toby looked up and said, "The Ghost Castle, also known as the Death Castle. But you don't need to go there. Because Dumbledore and I have already explored that ancient castle together." Fort, I can tell you with certainty that Lily is not there. No one knows where she is now, but I think, maybe I can help you. "

James clutched the heavy book tightly in his hand.

"What about the conditions?" He saw through Toby's purpose at a glance, and asked vigilantly, "What are your conditions?"

"Do you know Moody?" Toby asked abruptly, "Alastor Moody?"

"Mad-Eye?" James asked puzzledly, "Of course I know him. I remember he came to Hogwarts, and people in the Ministry are spreading the word about it. Is there any problem?"

"The problem is serious." Toby poured himself a third glass of wine: "He is very hostile to me. It seems that I have a natural problem with these law enforcement officers—except for the Longbottoms, but this is because we were young. For the reason of acquaintance. In short, your son told me that Moody intends to use him to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, and then use this opportunity to investigate me."

"Wait a minute!" James said gravely, "But I also heard that it was Dumbledore who persuaded Mad-Eye to come to Hogwarts. Between you and Dumbledore—"

"Who knows if this is what the minister meant." Toby analyzed: "I think even if the minister intends to investigate me, it will not be so obvious. But his plan to look at me through Moody must be the real intention. I don't like being controlled, so - there are probably two things, one of which is that I will find a way to help you find Lily, I know it will be difficult, but I will try."

"As for the other thing - I've allowed Harry to agree to Moody's terms."

"What did you say?" James said in shock. "What are you asking my son to do? Don't get him involved!"

"It's not as exaggerated as you think." Toby said easily: "I just want to drive Moody out of Hogwarts, let him go as far as possible. As for the Triwizard Tournament, don't worry, he will There is a way to get through it safely, don’t forget, I am also one of the designers of the competition—”

"It's only the first link, don't think I don't know." James reminded.

"But it's no big deal either," said Toby. "And, most importantly, it's also about finding Lily—I can tell you why right now, it's the Goblet of Fire, and that does some magic. But only if Only the winner of the competition is eligible to use it, and Harry is the best candidate, he has the magic of Lily's love in him, even more suitable than you."

"I don't think so." James insisted on his opinion, but even he didn't notice the looseness in his tone.

Toby heard it.

"You will agree." He stood up and said, drinking the last glass of wine: "After Moody leaves Hogwarts, you will be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Ludo will promise you For a long holiday—this is a delicious glass, much better than Gamp."

James stared at Toby's leaving back, panicked in his heart.

The meaning of Toby's last words could hardly have been more obvious.

"Don't think you can recruit me just because of this!" He shouted angrily, turning his head to see the pile of unwashed glasses on the bar.

"At least stay and help with some work."
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It didn't take long for the news of Alastor Moody, an unusual professor, to spread throughout Hogwarts, and the evaluation of him by the students was comparable to that of the ancient magic class.

"are you going?"

"Of course I have to go."

Harry sighed deeply, and he and Ron went to the common room and met Hermione who was waiting for them.

"Why did you come here?" Hermione urged as soon as she opened her mouth, "Hurry up, we won't be able to make it in time."

They were almost the last to come to the classroom, which was full of people, and everyone was wondering what they would learn today.

Finally, the professor who only lived in rumors—Alastor Moody also came.

Although they had been prepared for a long time, many students still turned pale with fright at his terrifying face—in contrast, Professor Haimer's appearance was much easier to get close to.

"Put your books away."

Moody said gruffly, leaning on crutches to walk to the edge of the platform and sat down. "These books. You don't need them."

Harry was relieved that Moody wasn't paying extra attention to him.

When the students had all put away their books, Moody took out the roster, shook his head, shaking his long gray hair from his twisted, scarred face, and began to roll the roll.His normal eye moved down the list, and the magic eye kept turning around, staring at each student who answered.

"Okay," he said when the last student finished answering, "I received a letter from Professor Lupine, introducing the situation of this class. It seems that you have learned how to deal with black magic animals, But how to deal with spells you haven't learned enough - not enough."

"Especially dark wizards, you don't know how to deal with real dark wizards at all."

Some students had expressions of disapproval on their faces.

"You think you are too young, don't you?" Moody's magic eyes swept over the faces of every student who had objections: "But the black wizards don't care if you are old enough, they are not that graceful , let alone invite you to a duel until you're of age—I think there's a prime example of that already in the house."

Harry noticed a lot of people looking at him.

He was used to it, and there was always a professor who would give him a tip.

"Harry Potter."

Moody didn't seem to intend to just let him go like this: "Tell me, when facing a dark wizard, the best way you can think of to defeat him - spells are also fine."

Harry stood up unexpectedly, and he saw Hermione reminding himself with her eyes.Fortunately, it was this look, otherwise Harry would have almost confided the "devil" subconsciously when he was nervous.

"The Patronus Charm." He said loudly, "You can use the Patronus Charm."

"Do you know the Patronus Charm, Mr. Potter?"

"I"

Harry hadn't quite learned the spell yet.

Like everyone else, he can only pass the initial test.

"No, sir."

"It seems that you can't help it." Moody said in a meaningful voice: "Didn't your ancient magic professor teach you any skills to save your life? I've heard that there are magic circles and ritual magic, which are useless at all." do not have it?"

After a brief silence, Moody added: "Didn't he teach you how to deal with wizards who have learned ancient magic?"

There is an archaeological criterion, but until now, no student has been able to explain exactly how many pieces of content there are.

But the students at least saw one thing clearly - this Professor Moody and Professor Higher are very at odds, and even somewhat hostile.

At this moment, Harry suddenly heard Moody say: "Devil, I have also heard of this unique skill you teach, and there has never been similar magic in the wizarding world before——Which one of you can deal with the devil?" Is it?"

Harry almost thought Moody had seen through his little secret—his rune snake with only one head left.

Although he knew that the Patronus that James turned into was the devil's nemesis, of course Harry would not choose to ask for trouble at this time-otherwise it would be difficult to explain.

"I know."

Moody said unexpectedly: "It is also a patron saint. But it is different from ordinary patron saints. It is a spell combined with Animagus. It is very magical, but it is also deadly. If the transformation fails, it will not It will end well."

"Now do you understand? Why don't you write all this down in your notebook?"

The students were stunned for a while, and then there was a series of writing sounds in the classroom.

Hermione raised her head and glanced at Harry quietly, including Ron, and a doubt arose in their hearts at the same time.

How did Moody know about this?
It doesn't matter how long they wait.

Immediately afterwards, Moody began to answer this question.

"Retirement days are always boring, so I often find something to do. I discovered this magic during a trip. Judging from the signs of the caster, the other party should have failed. This person also once I thought about fighting the devil, but unfortunately it didn't end well."

"This semester, it is enough for you to learn this thing—how to fight against the devil."

In front of the stunned students, his magic eyes quickly scanned the direction outside the door - a petite black figure was fleeing quickly, and it seemed to be flying in mid-air.

"Exactly, isn't there a suitable candidate in Hogwarts?" He continued.

(End of this chapter)