Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 377 First Project

Harry and Cedric remained silent on the way back. They were not used to such obvious cheating, and the burden of finding the real culprit made them even more uneasy.

But Professor Highmore's order cannot be disobeyed.

Before leaving, Professor Haimer also asked them to never tell anyone about this matter, including friends around them.

For this reason, Professor Haimer also set an example, telling the two that he also did not disclose any inside information to Principal McGonagall.

"Didn't you guess who it would be?"

Before parting, Cedric broke the silence and asked.

Of course Harry had suspects in mind, and each was a big shot who was difficult to deal with.

Helbo, Grindelwald, even Voldemort, are all possible.

Perhaps this is why Professor Haimer is so cautious.
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In the morning, Harry woke up absentmindedly getting dressed, struggling to keep everything in place.

Ron woke up when he heard the movement.

"So, you are going to officially start the game today?"

He was trying to put on a nonchalant tone so as not to disturb Harry's mood.

"Ah."

Harry nodded, looking a little depressed.

Ron didn't know why Professor Highmore left Harry alone that day, and he was later evaded by Harry with the reason of extra tutoring.

"Let's go, go and have some breakfast, it's good for you." Ron was afraid that Harry would become like he was playing Quidditch for the first time, and he was so nervous that he couldn't eat anything.

Hermione was waiting for them in the common room, and the three of them walked through the passage together into the corridor.

Every student passing by was cheering Harry up, but it made him feel even more depressed. He was so depressed that he couldn't breathe.

He seemed to have become an outsider, watching his body led by two good friends into the hall of the auditorium, and then with their help, he chomped down a pie of unknown taste.

The tension gradually became more intense, and just as Harry promised Hermione again that he would never cast the devil, the guests of the Ministry of Magic came to Hogwarts again.

"I heard that the first project was in charge of you."

As soon as Scrimgeour saw Toby, he said, "And it hasn't been assessed by the Ministry of Magic, is that true?"

Toby glanced at him lightly.

"Why don't you ask Dumbledore." He replied calmly, his tone seemed abnormal, neither tit-for-tat nor any ups and downs: "He is the one who makes up his mind, not you, nor will it be I."

After Tonks told Toby about the riot in Azkaban, Toby really understood Dumbledore's real intention of sending Scrimgeour to Hogwarts, so that he would have a way to keep an eye on Toby. Excuses, while not disturbing Azkaban's reforms in any way.

Scrimgeour didn't know about the riot in Azkaban, he had been excluded long ago, and he didn't know anything about it, otherwise he wouldn't have talked to Toby with this attitude.

Dumbledore is indeed a very competent minister. He knows how to use power and how to turn all his subordinates into his own.

As time passed, the students left the castle one after another, and the playground gradually became noisy.

The people in charge of the game were also placed in a tent, very close to the Quidditch pitch.

This also includes Toby, who is also here as the event manager.

Standing on the other side of the tent, Scrimgeour seemed to be deliberately keeping a distance from Toby. He was silently thinking about the reason why Toby behaved abnormally today, and at the same time thinking about how to deal with it.

It didn't take long for the warriors to arrive one after another.

Fleur Delacour was the first to arrive, then the sullen Krum, then the complex-looking Cedric.

Finally, under the leadership of Principal McGonagall, Harry Potter, the only underage warrior, also walked into the tent. His face was full of tension, and he only sneaked a glance at the expressionless Professor Highmore when he first came in , Then I no longer dared to glance around, just found a chair and sat down, staring at my shoes without moving.

"Everyone is here."

Even Scrimgeour's tone was deliberately distanced, he glanced at Toby from a distance: "It's time to officially start."

Toby came in front of the four of them, and he took out an inconspicuous little bag.

"There are four things here, which will determine your order of appearance. In addition, your task is to pick up the golden eggs. As long as you take the golden eggs away, you will pass, and finally the judges will score."

"Which one of you will come first?"

The four of you look at me and I look at you, none of them intends to move.

In the end, Cedric was the first to come out. Under the gaze of Professor Haimer, he put his hand into his pocket bravely, and when he took it out again, there was already a piece of dirty cloth strip in his hand.

There is a "3" on it.

It seems that it is not so difficult to have one person in the first place, then Fleur, who is ranked first, then Krum, who is second, and then Harry who already knows the result in advance - of course last person.

"Go."

Toby looked at the first warrior who should appear on the stage and said that Fleur seemed to have become no different from a Hogwarts student, and he didn't dare to look into Toby's eyes.

Nervously and anxiously, she took out her wand and walked outside the tent step by step, causing cheers from an unknown number of people.

In sharp contrast to the silence in the tent, Scrimgeour also went outside the tent after taking a last look at Toby. He needed to comment on the game and would score later.

Toby didn't leave. He sat on a chair in the corner of the tent, folded his hands on his chest, closed his eyes, and seemed to be resting.

"As we can see—"

Scrimgeour’s meaningful commentary came from outside the tent: “This is what the warriors have to deal with—a living mummy. I believe those who have watched the World Cup performance know that the professor of ancient magic at Hogwarts has The ability to control that mask, it's a very dangerous and sinister—"

"I think it's better to explain normally." Principal McGonagall's voice interrupted, and there was even Lockhart's support: "Yeah, I don't want it to target us for a while, don't you think so? "

The commentary pauses for a moment, then returns to normal.

"She took out her wand and tried to subdue this abnormal-looking mummy with a spell - of course, failed, ordinary spells would not work on it, I think it's obvious, but just in time for us to try it What is your weakness?"

Amidst Scrimgeour's unbiased commentary, Krum hesitated for a moment, then he walked in front of the silent Harry and Cedric.

"I heard you took this course."

When he said this, he kept looking at Toby on the other side, but Toby didn't respond, and still closed his eyes to rest.

"Saw the show before the World Cup too—so, have you guys learned how to deal with that shit?"

Harry and Cedric looked at each other silently.

"I hope so too, unfortunately"

"Perhaps you can come to the lecture when you have time, so that you can know what style Professor Haimo usually has."

Neither of these men was lying.

They knew very well that with this ability of the students alone, they would never be able to deal with that terrifying mask—not to mention the thing wrapped in a mummy, which might be worse if it was really a living person.

However, 15 minutes later—

"A very daring act!"

Scrimgeour shouted in a solemn voice, and all the audience gasped.

"She got the golden egg, I didn't expect her to have such a skill."

When the explanation came to this point, Scrimgeour glanced suspiciously in the direction of the tent. He didn't think that the way to deal with this mummy would be so simple—it could be done by simply clicking around.

But the process has to go on.

"Now ask the referee to score!"

After a while, the whistle blew again.

"Now, invite the next warrior!"

Krum took a deep breath, even though he knew the result in advance, Harry still suddenly showed great sympathy for him.

"Good luck," he said.

Krum nodded, and walked out of the tent with a stiff posture.

At the same time, the moment he had just left, the only two remaining noticed that Professor Highmore's eyes had reopened.

"Are you all ready?" He just asked so simply.

Harry and Cedric nodded awkwardly.

Just when they thought the questioning was about to end, they heard Toby continue to say: "All the weirdness has traces to follow, and the person with malicious intentions is hiding among us, although we haven't been able to figure out the other party for the time being." The real purpose, but as long as you can catch the opponent in advance, things will become much easier, and it will not affect your next game."

These words sounded a bit like consolation.

Harry saw the same bewilderment as himself in Cedric's eyes, and he really felt that Professor Highmore didn't need to talk so much, since the outcome had already been negotiated anyway?
"Different methods, same result!"

Scrimgeour's commentary was accompanied by cheers from the audience: "The judges are asked to score again, let us see how he performed."

Next up is Cedric.

He stayed for a short while before officially leaving, wanting to see what additional instructions Professor Haimo had.

It's a pity that Professor Highmore has returned to the way he was resting before.

This time, at the moment Cedric left the tent, Harry took a quick look at Professor Highmore, expecting that he would also have something private to say to him.

But Toby still didn't respond.

This is a bit strange.

Harry thought that Professor Highmore would have a private conversation with himself, who knew a lot, even if he only mentioned Haierbo, he probably didn't find any clues. It should be like this, otherwise, otherwise
Harry involuntarily rubbed the center of his eyebrows with his fingers, even he didn't notice this move, feeling the itching of the lightning scar.

He silently listened to the commentary from outside. It seemed that Cedric had encountered a lot of trouble this time, and the audience had a lot more exclamations.

"Looks like it's pissed off."

Scrimgeour put it this way.

It sounds okay, at least it gave the mummy a normal reason.

Harry scratched the lightning scar faster and faster, still thinking about what he would see when he went out later—golden eggs, mummies, would there be another mummy that Cedric turned into?
Or will it be sent to the hospital early?

"what happened to you?"

Harry suddenly saw that Professor Highmore woke up at some point, and asked himself this question.

"I'm fine." Harry's forehead was already bleeding, but the expression on his face was extremely bewildered, as if he didn't know why Professor Highmore asked himself this way.

"What's the matter, Professor? Have you changed your mind?"

Toby stared straight at Harry, and his eyes became vigilant and cautious.

After a strange silence.

"He succeeded!"

Scrimgeour's shout suddenly came from outside the tent: "The Disarming Curse is really useful, what do you think? A mummy that looked so powerful was defeated by the Disarming Curse."

He was obviously talking ironically, and he almost pointed out that there was a problem with the game.

"I do not think so."

A picture emerged in Harry's mind - Principal McGonagall snatched the microphone and said: "You should take a good look at his real ability, a wand that can be used to cast spells automatically, and besides, he just took the golden egg with his wit , didn't really beat the mummy, it's time to score!"

in the tent.

"Yes, Harry."

Toby said suddenly: "I did change my mind. You can behave normally in a while, and you don't need to put any pressure on yourself. But don't forget to not accidentally expose the devil."

Harry looked puzzled.

"All right then, Professor."

Slowly lowering his hand, the blood on his forehead was bright and dazzling.

Finally, it was Harry's turn.

He stood up, clenched the wand in his hand, and walked out of the tent nervously.

Harry felt as if he were in a dream, with hundreds of faces looking at him from the stands above, some of which had been magically added later.At the other end of the paddock, a scarred mummy suddenly appeared. Many of the cloth strips on its body were broken, but many new ones grew later.

Professor Haimer's two assistants were also there—Professor Angela was holding a scepter taller than herself, and the mummy had to be quiet under the power of the scepter.And Mr. Al, it seems much more relaxed. From time to time, he used a handkerchief to help Angela wipe off the sweat on her forehead, and kept fanning her with a fan, even though the weather was already very cold.

Facing the faint sight of the mummy, Harry walked towards it step by step.

What spell should I use for a while?

He thought in his heart, and couldn't help but doubt the scene just now.

Why did Professor Highmore suddenly use the Descaling Charm on himself?
(End of this chapter)