Archaeologists at Hogwarts

"Front Page News Abnormality Statement"

[After careful exclusion and the vigorous investigation by the Ministry of Magic, the disseminator of the previous false news——Rita Skeeter was arrested.The master magazine that this person got by accident was also taken back by this newspaper.As an apology, I hereby give all readers three months of free reading time for free.Here, Mr. Al, the headline reporter of this newspaper, also needs to say sorry to Minister Albus Dumbledore, if he can understand the yelling]

What follows is a lengthy explanation, as well as the specific treatment for Rita Skeeter-currently she is going to be sent to the Spell Injury Department of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

As for what the specific spell is?
Illusion, or taking too much Felicia, causing her to be cocky—whatever.

In short, how long to detain her depends on whether someone will look after her to make a decision.

An absurd farce ended like this.

"It's just nonsense!"

Snape threw the magazine in his hand to the floor, wishing he could step on it a few more times.

In any case, he never thought that Toby's target would become Rita Skeeter, and he thought that Hai Erbo, who was deliberately guided, was the key.

Most importantly, he doesn't have the excitement of Toby's troubles.

"Dumbledore is willing to play around with him like this. These two idiots!"

What angered Snape the most was when he ran into James in the hallway.

The corners of James' mouth were almost turned up into the sky, as exaggerated as the unruly hair on the back of his head.

"I know what's going on", "Looks like you don't know", "Please", "Try it", "Maybe I'll consider telling you" written all over his face .

Snape walked past James with a gloomy face, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom became quiet because of his arrival.

The students were discussing the statement of apology that was published in The Quibbler this morning, and what seemed most incredible to them was that the Ministry of Magic hadn't gone after the Quibbler's boss - now everyone knew it was Mr. Ayer Nope—its face was on the cover of a magazine, after all.

As for Professor Highmore.

Who made him turn his back to the magazine cover, but in the eyes of many people, the two are the same thing, there is no difference.

"Get out all your textbooks, or are you going to wait here for lunch?!"

Snape poured his anger on the bewildered students, and James stood in the corner of the classroom with his arms folded, silently admiring the scene of the enemy's fury.

But fate didn't seem to favor him too much.

"Mr. Potter."

Snape glanced at James sullenly, then turned his head and asked Harry, "Why don't you come and tell us what we should learn now?"

Hermione poked her pen at a photo on the page of the book - it was a wizard who had been tortured by the Cruciatus Curse, and her body was distorted out of shape.

Harry couldn't come up with an answer, he seemed very distracted.

"One point from Gryffindor."

A satisfied smile finally appeared on Snape's face.

"Why don't you tell me again, what did we learn last class?"

"It's a torture curse"

"Wrong! It should be the Curse of the Gut. Let me see, I'm afraid Gryffindor will deduct an extra point because of you."

Now everyone could see that something was wrong with Harry.

"Perhaps it was because he was preparing for the third test that he became particularly nervous."

James heard Neville mutter under his breath, and his brow furrowed slightly.

Because Toby's Killing Curse was too precise before, Snape and James rarely confronted each other in the following classes.But that didn't include lecturing the students—so, after James endured half the class in silence, he finally said, "Harry seems to be sick, maybe I should take him to the school hospital."

The corners of Snape's mouth twisted slightly, pulling out a triumphant smile.

"No problem at all."
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"What happened to you just now?"

James couldn't wait to drag Harry into an empty classroom, he walked over and asked as soon as the door closed, and even tested the temperature on Harry's forehead: "It's not the cold season, yours?" Why is your mind so confused?"

Harry stood there motionless, even his gaze seemed a little dull.

He said dryly, "I'm going to die."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" James burst out laughing.

But Harry didn't laugh.

James' face froze for a brief moment.

"Toby again?" He subconsciously thought of the guy who was staring at his child to frame him: "What did he tell you again?"

Because there is no confidentiality requirement, it makes Harry feel that there are some things that can be said to very few people.

And he really hasn't recovered from yesterday's shock, it's time to talk.

After listening to Harry's description, the expression on James' face was almost exactly the same as Harry's last night.

"You are joking?"

"I don't have Professor Haimo saying that it won't hurt me, and he did say before that, in fact, as long as he kills me, Haierbo's last horcrux can be destroyed. Now he thought of a way to make me survive. Way"

"You really think so?"

"How could I?!"

Harry suddenly became agitated, and he started circling the classroom, yelling, "I'm going to die! I'm really going to die! But what did Professor Highmore give me? A broken rock!" "

"That's called the Resurrection Stone," James said thoughtfully.

This is what he personally sent to Toby.

"Yeah, the Resurrection Stone!" Harry looked like he was about to collapse. "But who knows if magic can bring people back from the dead—wait a minute."

Harry suddenly thought of something, and he stared straight at James.

"Do you remember? Do you remember how you felt at that time?"

James shook his head slowly.

"I don't remember at all, it's deeper than sleep, I don't even have a dream. When I opened my eyes again, I was already doing things according to Hai Erbo's orders. His threats are always very deterrent. So, sorry Now, Harry, I have no idea what death feels like."

Harry couldn't help becoming frustrated.

James stared at him for a while, then said abruptly, "Do you remember what I thought? Actually, we can leave—"

"So you are here."

A voice suddenly broke the silence in the classroom. Toby opened the door and walked in, holding an exaggerated elephant ear next to his ear, almost telling the two that he was eavesdropping.

"Hope I didn't interrupt this wonderful father-son time - but I had to come in because I just seemed to hear you were going to take Harry away, didn't you?"

James stared into Toby's eyes: "I remember you said you wouldn't harm your students, so what is that?"

"Who is it? Harry? No, no, no." Toby said, shaking his fingers left and right: "The only person I really want to hurt is Hai Erbo, and by the way, I can help Harry avoid the threat of the Horcrux. Although the method that came out has not been tested yet, it is estimated that there will be no mistakes."

"Estimate?" James' tone immediately became fierce: "This is a matter of Harry's life and death, but you are telling me an estimate? Do you want to let you estimate it yourself?"

"About this." Toby said with a relieved smile: "I dare say, I have estimated more times than the two of you combined. Archeology has never been an easy job."

James and Harry went quiet at the same time.

"Okay." Toby didn't let the silence last too long, he sighed, and then said: "I know this is hard to accept, but you should also understand how wary I am of Hai Erbo, this is what I can do." Best thing I could think of. And, as far as I know, it's the only way to get Harry out of this mess - unless you guys can think of something better - there doesn't seem to be any, right? ?”

Harry and James looked at each other.

"Can your method of persuasion be simpler?" James immediately sarcastically said, "Think you can convince me and Harry with this alone?"

"I knew it." Toby said with a tone that was as expected: "But what if Lily is added?"

Visible to the naked eye, the expressions of James and Harry became tense at the same time.

"Have you heard from Lily?" James asked hastily.

"Not yet." Toby reassured: "But Harry will know when the time comes—if, I mean if, there may be such a slight possibility. When Harry dies, you can't stop thinking about it. Say Lily's name silently, maybe the god of death can help you find her—after all, the god of death is everywhere. And you don't have to worry about the god of death will kill Lily, because no matter how fast your thoughts are, you can't catch up with the soul of Hai Erbo The speed of destruction—and I don’t remember Reaper having the habit of buying one and getting one free, so—by then you may know where Lily is."

Another unreliable method.

This was Harry's first thought after hearing this passage.

But he still couldn't help asking: "But what if it fails? I mean what if all the plans fail?"

Toby turned to look at Harry, the smile on his face gradually narrowed, and his eyes became as deep as the depths of the sea.

"Then I will be buried with you. Because I ate your devil, I don't think the god of death would like to be a substitute for the devil. The final punishment will definitely fall on me."

"Besides, I didn't have a resurrection stone at that time."
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Another confusing conversation.

Harry didn't know where Professor Highmore got the confidence that the plan would go so smoothly, and where did he get the weird knowledge - such as the punishment of death.

Does Death have a temper of his own?
It might be easier to understand if it was replaced by a dementor.

Wait a minute. Dementors seem to be non-existent, so is Reaper the same?

Harry didn't realize at all that he had been thinking along the lines of Professor Highmore unconsciously, and was even subtly accepting these ideas.

But James is not so easy to fool.

He didn't send Harry away, but followed Toby all the way down the corridor.

"Why do you think that God of Death has such a great ability? Why can he help you everywhere?"

"Because this is what I have always experienced. As I said, archeology is not an easy task. There are always dangers and opportunities. It is not difficult to understand."

"What about the kerosene lamp? Couldn't it be Lily hiding in there?"

"Lily, who has lost her love completely? Even if you find her, what can you do? She may not even remember you."

"I'll remind her. Harry must have the ability too. He's my only child with Lily—"

"The only, the only, blah blah—do you have anything else to say? I also have the only magic ball and scepter, and I am the only half-devil wizard, and you may be the only one who has learned the Animagus patron saint today." wizards, but what's the use of all this? Gotta find the right way, Jaime—do you want to come in?"

They had already reached the door of the ancient magic office. Through the open door, James saw that there was already a guest inside—it was Lockhart, who was sitting awkwardly on the sofa, and because he was sitting opposite Al and Angela's eyes made him a little uncomfortable.

"Not at all." James said with one last look at Toby, "I don't want to get into any more trouble at all. Besides, we're not done with this matter."

"up to you."

Toby said indifferently, then walked into the office alone, opened his arms to Lockhart who stood up, made a gesture of hugging, and said enthusiastically: "Welcome, the traitor known by Grindelwald."

Lockhart stopped the car in time and leaned back suddenly, avoiding Toby's chasing and intercepting.

"What did you say?" He asked in amazement: "What is a traitor? Where did you come from?! How did I get known?"

"It seems that you don't know yet." Toby shook his head regretfully: "By the way, have you erased the memories of your sisters?"

"Not yet." Lockhart said puzzledly, "I plan to wait for some time to be free before doing this—why are you asking this?"

"I advise you to hurry up." Toby said, "Otherwise, Grindelwald will probably clean up the house. He must have known that you were secretly tipping me off, and Hai Erbo, who was used as an excuse But I can't hide it from him—so I'm going to ask him some questions in person, where do you usually meet?"

"I won't tell you!" Lockhart said in horror.
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big ship.

"I knew you would come for me."

Grindelwald's face appeared on the wall, and he looked at Toby in the room and asked, "How was the trip to Deria?"

"It's terrible." Toby glared impatiently at Lockhart after saying this. He was holding an amulet he bought from who didn't know where and kept talking to himself. He looked a bit like Wes The Lay twins make products that, at best, can be used to keep toes from banging on the door of the house.

"Gidero, you go out first."

"Professor, I."

"You can't avoid threats from Toby, trust me, I know that better than you. Nothing will happen."

Lockhart couldn't help becoming suspicious while he was relieved. When did he become a default traitor?
"Now we can have a good talk."

After Lockhart left, Toby looked carefully at Grindelwald's face and said, "I learned it from the plant Animagus? This is a good mouthpiece."

"Thank you for the compliment." Grindelwald responded with a smile: "So, what exactly do you want to ask me? If it's Deria Island, I'm afraid I have to ask you more questions."

"No." Toby said unexpectedly: "It's not Deria Island, that's over, and I don't hope that I will be a key one day."

"Actually, I didn't come to ask you a question at all, but wanted to give you back a sentence intact."

"Oh?" Grindelwald asked interestedly, "What is it?"

Toby stood up suddenly, he came to the portrait on the wall, stared directly into Grindelwald's eyes and said:

"I already know where you are hiding."