Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 379 Death Butler
378 Death Butler
The silent night suddenly became noisy.

Neville, Dean, and Seamus stopped the terrified Ron desperately, lest he really rush out of the bedroom.

"Calm down, Ron!"

"Leave me alone, I'm going to find Professor Haimer!"

"It's so late now, why do you have to go to him? Are you desperate?"

"Ok?"

Ron calmed down a little, and what Neville said really sounded like that.

"no!"

Even so, Ron retorted immediately: "If I wait any longer, I might really die. You guys should go with me too."

He couldn't say why, but he didn't want the three roommates to stay alone in the dormitory either.

Who knows where the elusive housekeeper went.

"You're crazy." Seamus tugged at him and said, "Don't tell me it's because you don't think you have enough homework—don't go. What are you looking for, looking around?"

Ron was so suffocated in his heart that he really didn't know how to explain this to them.

"Someone seems to be coming!" said Neville suddenly.

There was a rush of footsteps coming from the corridor, and the four of them were stunned for a moment. Before they could recover, the door of the dormitory was pushed open.

Toby arrived here in time. He stared at the four people who were still in the pulling position for a while, and slowly set his eyes on Ron. Until now, his face was still a little pale.
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When Toby led Ron into the common room, many students who were awakened probed their heads, wanting to see what happened.When they found out that the person who came was actually Professor Haimo, they immediately retracted their heads, and they were not curious at all.

Toby sat the shocked Ron on the sofa closest to the fireplace, and he flicked his fingers casually to make the flame in the stove more vigorous.

"I asked the Fat Lady on the way here." He sat across from Ron and said, "No one tried to break in before I got here, so - tell me, what do you see?" What's up?"

Ron began to describe in a low voice what had just happened.

At the beginning, Ron thought he was having a nightmare, and he didn't expect that the butler from Death Castle would suddenly appear in the school.It wasn't until the kerosene lamp moved down little by little that he woke up completely. It wasn't a dream at all, but the terrible housekeeper finally found himself.

There was nothing Ron could do at such a critical moment, she screamed completely subconsciously.But I don't know why, after he screamed, the invisible butler disappeared, and even the kerosene lamp disappeared, and he didn't know where he went.

Immediately afterwards, Ron desperately wanted to go to Professor Haimer, but was stopped by his roommates again—they all thought Ron was crazy, and they didn't want to see Ron being punished by Professor Haimer like this.

"Is that so."

Ron saw Professor Highmore say after a moment's silence, "I think at least we'd agree on that - the death steward didn't get scared off by your screams, did he?"

Ron nodded immediately. If it was that simple, he might as well learn to sing, just learn the high notes.

"So, can we think so?"

Toby thought about it and said: "The death steward didn't even attack you, so maybe its real target is not you—in other words, it only needs to write your name on that register to complete its purpose , but it is unwilling to do so, without even trying, but wants to continue to maintain contact with you, so that it can come to Hogwarts at any time?"

Ron's eyes gradually widened.

"Is it because of Harry?" He said as if enlightened: "At that time, only Harry was not in the dormitory. The real target of the death housekeeper was Harry?"

Toby remembered the connection between Death Castle and Haierbo, and Harry happened to be Haierbo's last Horcrux.

"I think this should be the reason. Fortunately, Harry wasn't there when you went to the castle, otherwise."

He didn't continue talking, but stared at Ron for a while.

"Come with me, I have some ideas that need to be tested a few times."

Confused, Ron was taken to the Office of Ancient Magic by Professor Highmore, where he saw Harry who had recovered his human form.At this moment, Harry looked a little tired, with a look of low energy.

After that, Ron enjoyed the same treatment as Harry. Even Harry, who had been turned into a mummy once, was not let go. They were turned into little followers by armor mummies one by one.

But this time, the death steward did not appear again.

"It seems that it has learned to be smart."

Before parting, Toby told the two of them: "I have already given you both the skulls of Antioch and Cadmus, so that you can contact me at any time—remember, come to find me if there is anything unusual. Me, or send a letter."

Harry and Ron touched the necklace pendant under the collar at the same time, which reassured them a lot.

After the two left, Toby was not ready to rest immediately, he came to the sofa and sat silently for a while, Al and Angela accompanied him from left to right.

"Still thinking about the death steward?" Angela asked with concern.

Toby nodded.

"There is one thing that I can't explain clearly for the time being." He whispered: "Harry is affected because he is Hai Erbo's Horcrux, but why can the death steward do this indirectly? It and What kind of connection does Hai Erbo have?"

"Could it be because Hai Erbo is possessed by the death steward?" Angela said in surprise, "Or that death steward was originally Hai Erbo?"

"It's unlikely."

Toby denied Angela's idea and said: "Hairbo would not put such an important key point in front of our eyes, and the death steward also appeared in that castle long ago, it didn't appear after Haier's failure or It’s another special way of using Horcruxes, just like Haierbo prefers to use living Horcruxes, after all, he has been studying Horcruxes for so long.”

"I seem to know what to do."

he said suddenly.
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Early the next morning.

"Congratulations, Toby."

Over breakfast, Slughorn celebrated Toby, who was sitting next to him: "The first round went well, it was thrilling, no one got hurt more, there's nothing better than that." gone."

"I think so too." Toby chatted with Slughorn for a few words, and then suddenly changed the subject: "Dean, you should know Occlumency, right?"

"Of course, what's the matter?" Slughorn asked puzzled.

Toby noticed that Principal McGonagall looked at him. Moody rarely ate with everyone in the auditorium, otherwise he would definitely stare at him because of this sentence.

But he continued: "There is a student, Harry, who here—"

Toby pointed to his head: "There was a small problem. After thinking about it carefully, I realized that only Occlumency can help him."

Slughorn thought Toby was joking.

"It's not easy." He twitched his beard and said, "Occlumency is not something that ordinary wizards can learn, let alone students—I remember that you didn't seem to learn this magic so early, did you?"

"I learned it after I left school." Toby admitted frankly: "It was really not easy, and the process was very hard, not to mention that I didn't have a dedicated dean to help me at that time."

The more Slughorn heard the more something was wrong.

"Are you kidding me?" He asked suspiciously, "You should know that this is impossible for a student, and Harry also has competitions to deal with—what problem did he encounter?"

Harry, who was sitting at the bottom, noticed that there were always professors casting strange glances at him, which made him even cautious about eating pies.

Before Toby could answer, Principal McGonagall suddenly interrupted and said, "Toby, come to my office, I have something to talk to you about."

She put down the tableware and walked away, Toby could only show a helpless smile to Slughorn who didn't know why.
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Principal's office.

"What's wrong with Harry?"

McGonagall asked straight to the point: "Why did you ask Slughorn for help instead of Dumbledore?"

Toby sat slowly on the chair opposite the desk, and then explained: "I can't talk about the problems Harry has encountered yet, but I do hope that Dean Slughorn can teach him Occlumency , learned it or not, would give Harry access to Slughorn, and I guess it might be useful."

After getting this vague answer, Mag frowned dissatisfied.

"What's the use?" she continued.

"That's what happened." Toby continued as if he didn't see it: "It's all because of the Horcrux. Before Slughorn came to Hogwarts, Dumbledore asked me to investigate where he came from. I learned about Horcruxes. Later, I also tried to get the answer, which was very straightforward, all because the previous Aginbad, that is, Hai Erbo, was the one who taught Slughorn how to use Horcruxes himself. "

"So I thought, maybe what Haierbo taught Slughorn from the beginning was not an ordinary Horcrux, but a special kind of black magic that he improved again. Now I just want to use this It may be helpful for me to study the mysterious man's horcrux if I find out the specific content of Dao magic."

"That's all?" Mag had a disbelieving expression on his face: "Didn't you hide anything extra? Why did you suddenly become so straightforward?"

"What else?" Toby said innocently: "And I also concealed everything that should be concealed. Didn't I not tell about the problems Harry encountered?"

The veins on the back of McGonagall's hands were swelling up little by little, gradually showing a tendency to evolve into Dumbledore.

Toby quickly took two steps back and said, "Don't get excited, principal, corporal punishment is not a good habit."

Finally, after taking a few deep breaths, McGonagall calmed down and said: "Don't worry about these things, I will write a letter to Dumbledore before making a decision. It just so happens that Azkaban is almost busy recently. He has a lot of time now, and maybe he will come to Hogwarts himself."

"That would be great." Toby's tone was still indifferent, as if he wasn't worried about it at all.
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On the other side, worried Harry and Ron were rushing to class.

"you say."

"you say."

The two spoke at the same time, and they looked at each other silently, showing distressed expressions at the same time.

"Why are we so unlucky." Ron sighed.

Harry lowered his head and remained silent. He was now more and more inclined to avoid eye contact with people, for fear that the other person would become the first person to attack him after he was manipulated.

"You wait for me."

Hermione suddenly caught up from behind. She has been so elusive lately that she doesn't even eat breakfast with them often.

"You went to see the house elves again?" Ron looked her up and down and said, "Have you not given up yet?"

"How can you give up if you haven't started yet." Hermione's tone was very cheerful: "I feel that the thoughts in my mind are becoming clearer and clearer. Maybe it won't be long before I can come up with a good way."

Ron looked skeptical, and Harry also avoided it. He felt that Hermione was a little dazed, and her positive attitude was scary.

This class was Divination class, the class Harry hated the most since Snape left Hogwarts.

As soon as the class started, Professor Trelawney stared at Harry with her light bulb eyes, as if she had discovered something extraordinary in him.

"Uneasy, and panic." She said mysteriously: "You are not in a good mood, and the road ahead is also difficult. I can see that."

This caused a lot of people to murmur, everyone knew that Harry just passed the first round of the competition yesterday, and his score was even No.1.

"Really?" Harry suppressed his anger and asked, "Then can you tell me the reason?"

He didn't add the suffix of professor, which made Trelawney look a little displeased.

"It was the third eye that told me." She began to talk clichéd again: "The ominous smoke enveloped you, and it couldn't dissipate, and there was no hope of a solution in a short time. in this way."

Neville looked back and forth at Harry's body twice suspiciously, but he didn't see any smoke, no matter what.

Only a few girls acted as if they were real, and they leaned back one after another, for fear of being affected.

"It's unknown again?"

Harry's tone was very unfriendly.

"If the unknown really haunts me, then I shouldn't need to take classes I don't like, right? Anyway, I'm going to die soon, so there's no need to torture myself before I die, right? "

"What did you say?" Trelawney was taken aback by Harry's attitude.

"I said!" Harry stood up suddenly, and he shouted under Ron's surprised and admiring eyes: "I don't study anymore, I'm leaving now, is there a problem?!"

After saying this, regardless of what Trelawney thought of him, he walked out of the classroom without looking back.

Until he came to the corridor and was blown by the cold wind, the anger in his heart did not subside.

He simply had enough, and he didn't want to accept someone casting a curse in front of him while he was living in fear.

Maybe it's all Trelawney's fault, if she didn't stop cursing herself, why would there be so many things?
This nerve, disgusting—

"Be polite, Harry."

Harry, who was staring blankly out of the window, suddenly turned his head and saw Dumbledore appearing at the corner of the stairs, walking towards him step by step.

"It seems like we haven't seen each other for a long time."

After coming to Harry, Dumbledore said gently, "Do you want to have a cup of morning tea together?"

"Lemonade is fine too."

(End of this chapter)