Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 389 No one knows
388 No one knows
On the second day of Christmas, everyone got up very late.The Gryffindor common room was much quieter than it had been in previous days, and people chatted casually, interrupted by yawns from time to time.

Besides, Harry was surprised to see that Hermione's hair was back to messy.

"Why, do you think I'm not worthy of being invited now?"

Hermione's tone was still agitated.

"Can't you talk nicely?" Harry said dissatisfied.After that, he looked around vigilantly, and happened to see Ron who had just woken up walking here, so he quickly grabbed Hermione and asked, "You can't hide from us anymore, you have to figure out what to do today." What did they do to the house-elves."

After the two of them experienced Moody's scare last night, they didn't even bother to find any kitchen.This is mainly because of what Professor Moody said later: "But I'm afraid you are violating the archaeological code. I remember this thing, right?"

Although I don't understand the meaning of this sentence, everyone knows that the archaeological guidelines are an excuse specially created by Professor Haimer to punish students, because there is no detailed regulations at all.

This made Harry and Ron worry about this for a long time, thinking that they would be called to the Office of Ancient Magic that night, and if they were found in the kitchen at this time, it would definitely be earlier.

But the strange thing is that nothing happened until the two fell asleep.

At this time, Ron also walked over quickly, and he followed Harry's words: "Yeah, I don't want to wake up one day and find that I have changed into a teacup suit and have to clean the room everywhere-you don't Are you really going to rebel with the house-elves?"

"It's none of your business." Hermione firmly distrusted these two little friends: "I remember you guys laughed at me back then, just wait, if there is such a day, the two of you must be the first to be killed. Replaced person, maybe I will show kindness to you once in a while and hold a Quidditch match or something, remember to catch the golden snitch, otherwise there will be no food for the night."

Ron stared at Hermione's back as she walked away freely.

"She was joking, wasn't she?"

Harry acted a bit relieved.

"Then I have at least dinner, which is not bad."

There was no doubt that Hermione had either gone to the kitchen or the library, and wherever she was, this was a place Harry and Ron didn't really want to be at the moment.

In fact, they didn't want to move at all, they just wanted to play a few wizard chess games by the warm fireplace.

Just when Ron was about to win Harry's third game in a row, Fred and George came in through the passage, neither of them had a very good expression on their faces, and they threw a note in front of them as they passed by .

"Professor Haimer gave it to you." Fred said without stopping, "Remember not to go late, or you will feel better."

Harry picked up the note and found that it was Professor Highmore who asked him and Ron to go to the Office of Ancient Magic to attend classes. Failed to fully face the oppression of death.

"What's the matter with you?" Ron asked the two of them from behind, "Who messed with you so early in the morning?"

Fred didn't look back, only George waved his hand and said, "Don't mention it, who would have thought that the retired professor would be so unreliable, we have to find a new clerk again."

"He meant Snape?" said Harry, standing up, messing up the board so he wouldn't have to be attacked by Ron's words.

"Otherwise, who else could be." Ron miraculously put the chess pieces back one by one, and he even memorized the positions of all the chess pieces.

"There are less than ten chess pieces left in total. Do you think I won't remember? Hurry up and play chess, it's still early, don't think you can interrupt my three-game winning streak."

His white queen taunted at the right time: "Yeah, you little trash."
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After losing five chess games in a row, Harry had to force his hands behind his back to keep him from punching Ron hard in the face.

Ron said contentedly: "Maybe we should consider adding some chips. If I did this earlier, I would be able to make a fortune in advance, what do you think?"

"Then you will also be expelled from Hogwarts earlier." Harry said coldly, "Do you think that gathering a crowd to gamble is not a violation of school rules?"

Ron sighed.

"Hey, why is my way of making money written in the school rules? It's not fair."

They bickered for a while before setting off for the Office of Ancient Magic.

Professor Highmore was already waiting for them. The strange thing was that Mr. Al and Professor Angela were also there this time.When the two walked in, they happened to hear a conversation——

"Al, do you really have nothing to do today? Finished reviewing the Quibbler article? Do you want me to give the students some more holiday homework so you have something to grade? Aren't you the favorite professor?" Yet?"

"It doesn't like it anymore. Al wants to be with me. You are always thinking about it. Don't think that it is only close to you."

"I didn't know you also had a Thestral Patronus. Why, you secretly swapped it with Al?"

"Thank you for your idea, Professor Haimer, I will seriously consider this proposal."

The moment the two of them stepped into the room, an ice colder than ice that would never melt hit their faces, almost freezing them to death.

For a moment, the two of them didn't know whether it was better to walk in or leave. Just as they were hesitating, Angela had already stood up from the sofa.

"I'd better not delay your evil plan, and I'm not interested in seeing what you're going to turn these two poor little guys into-oh, yes, I forgot to tell you, I've been looking for them on the Three Broomsticks. I took a long-stay guest room, and I won’t be back for a while. There’s no way, this place is really crowded—especially when I see your face.”

Harry and Ron stared dumbfounded at Angela's wild words, and then she walked out of the office with a cold face.

Al looked left and right, with a very embarrassed expression on his face, he finally waved at Toby, and hurriedly chased after Angela.

"You spent all my money on finding a room!"

Toby yelled at the disappearing figure, he took several deep breaths, his hair was no longer as neat as yesterday, it was also messy, scattered in front of his eyes.

After a while, he waved to the two terrified little boys and said, "Come here, you shouldn't have missed the previous lessons, right?"

Ron tried desperately to remember how he summoned the devil before, and Harry tried to remember the fear of facing the god of death - otherwise he would have seen something more terrible than the god of death with his own eyes.

I don’t know if this high-stress environment caused the changes between the two of them, or it was simply because they were frightened by the terrifying sight of the black devil—in short, after the ball, Harry and Ron actually had a special moment in this episode. I have gained a lot in the classroom.

"Professor, I can finally summon the devil! It's—it's—how is it really a spider?!"

Ron was so frightened that he fell down on the floor. He kept throwing back and forth, but the acromantula he summoned, which was about the same size as himself, was determined to make out with its master, and kept making out Scalp-numbing clicking clicks.

Toby, who was sitting at the desk, just analyzed lightly: "It seems that before this, we have all misunderstood the direction of your learning about the devil. Only fear is your real talent, but it is not about bringing fear to others, but about bringing fear to others." It's about scaring yourself—well, put it away."

"I won't, Professor!"

Ron had quickly hid behind the professor's chair, only daring to glance at the acromantula, his face pale with fright.

Toby waved his wrist impatiently, and the black mist emitted from his fingertips easily defeated the fragile spider.

"Time to check your work, Harry."

Toby turned his head and said.

Harry was sprawled on the floor, sweating and panting from exhaustion.

"I finally did it, Professor."

Just now, he finally managed to face the god of death without giving up halfway.

"Yeah, I see it, but it's not close to our goal, and maybe you should try more Gamp - well, I didn't say it, after all, you are not of age. That's all for today Well, you two go back first, and I will notify you when there is a class."

Both Ron and Harry had a look of survivors on their faces.

Especially Ron, he was even a little excited. As soon as he walked out of the office, he left his ridiculous appearance behind, and kept talking: "Hey, did you see it? Have you seen my devil clearly? Although it is not as powerful as the Rune Snake, I think it is at least more powerful than the Devil Snake with only one head left, and Hermione will definitely be shocked when she finds out."

"You're right." Harry didn't bother to argue with him, his mind was full of the next thing - what should he do in the future to become the master of death? ——
After the two left, Toby was the only one left in the office.

But this alone time didn't last long, and soon, a flame ignited across the desk, and Toby didn't look surprised at all, as if he had expected it.

"Toby, Toby."

His tone was obviously that of Professor Slughorn, but the person who appeared on the chair was Dumbledore. As soon as he appeared, he saw Toby pouring the black devil wine into the glass, and the rim of the glass kept going up. Moisturize with skull prints.

"What's the matter?" Toby's tone was not very friendly: "Moody asked you to speak ill of me again, isn't he really afraid that I will secretly go to him one day?"

"I dare say, he has been looking forward to this day." Dumbledore said calmly. He watched Toby's pouring of wine and did not stop him, but talked about another old friend.

"Nick was disturbed to discover that his Philosopher's Stone was missing."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with this. Anyway, didn't he want to end this journey a long time ago? At most, a strange and kind person appeared to help him."

"And what about Severus, where did you hide him?"

"Where did I hide him? Isn't it supposed to be buried somewhere? Maybe you can search carefully, maybe you can find one of his arms in a stinky ditch, it should be a piece of paper Very interesting puzzle."

"What about Angela? What happened between you two? I thought you were always trying to find out her identity according to Hai Erbo's scheme."

When he heard the name, Toby's face finally changed slightly.

He said helplessly: "What else could it be? I can't ask her to always do things according to my will. Emotions are an important source of strength for wizards, and Angela is no exception. There are always times when she loses her temper. I just don’t know when I will change my mind. But Al has already gone to comfort her, so it probably won’t take too long.”

"Do you really think so?" Dumbledore asked sharply: "You know very well how much Angela looks forward to this ball, but you still want to cut off all her thoughts—"

"Merlin." Toby said with a long sigh, "I thought you were there last night, otherwise how could I know so clearly, or did you also steal Harry's Invisibility Cloak?"

"It does not matter."

Dumbledore stared straight at Toby.

"What's really important is that I'm done with Azkaban and have time to spend with you. Don't make it difficult for me, Toby."

"I've said it to Horace once, but I really don't want to say it to you again."
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Black Lake, Big Ship.

In the warm and comfortable cabin, Lockhart, who had finally stopped vomiting, was reporting last night's situation carefully with Grindelwald on the wall.

"I didn't expect that glass of wine to have so much stamina—"

"Speak the key."

"Okay, okay, professor. I'm just finding out now that Toby probably didn't intend to kill Snape in the first place, or he really did, but if that's the case, he doesn't have to pull on me to make jokes To be honest, the first thing I did when I came back last night was to finish the suicide note first, and I was going to go to my family members tomorrow and cast an oblivion spell on them so that I could be completely forgotten."

"Important, Lockhart."

"The point, yes, the point. Well, it turns out that nothing happened - is that the point? Well, I'll think about it. I think Snape mentioned Lily, but we already guessed that Isn't he? He has always loved Lily deeply, and he has always felt guilty for Lily's death, and even resented Toby. But I guess as long as he can save Lily, he will be able to let go of everything. It was like this last night What's going on-"

"Snape suddenly mentioned Lily, and Toby seemed to understand something, and he didn't make that scary look anymore, and just left. And Snape, I really wanted to follow him, but My puke was too obvious to just follow him, so I came back, and that was all."

"Just Lily Evans? I see. Keep staring at him."

"Yes, Professor."

The faces on the wall slowly disappeared, and Lockhart sat on the rocking chair and felt it carefully for a while, and he was slightly relieved after making sure that he didn't feel sick.

"It's over at last, it's a torment."

He quietly pulled up his cuffs, and he could vaguely see the traces of thin ropes on his arms, which looked like fire snakes.

"I don't want to lie, Professor."

Lockhart collapsed on the chair decadently, muttering indistinctly.

"But this is an unbreakable oath."

(End of this chapter)