Archaeologists at Hogwarts

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Draco didn't quite understand Professor Highmore's thoughts.

But he knew that if he continued to stay here and did not leave, he would definitely lose his last hope of becoming the club's minister.

After Draco left the office dejectedly, Toby got up and went to the window, silently looking at the playground outside.

Angela walked over curiously and asked, "What do you mean by what you just said?"

"It's nothing." Toby said casually, "Go and call Snape and Lockhart for me. They still owe me three vows."

Among them, Lockhart had two left, and Snape had only one.

Angela didn't know what Toby had explained to the two, because after she came back, she was asked to inspect the secret room with Al.

After skillfully passing through the wide passage tube, Angela asked suspiciously: "Is there something Toby is hiding from me recently?"

Al turned his head guiltily, staring at the cold stone slab under his feet, hemmed and hawed a few times.

"Do you know that you are acting suspiciously now?"

Angela said in distaste, then grabbed Al again, leaned close to its ear and whispered: "What is he hiding from me? Don't worry, tell me, I won't tell Toby that you leaked the secret."

"ah"

Al looked hesitant, his eyes rolling.

But under Angela's gaze, Al finally couldn't help telling Angela the truth.

This is mainly because it is also worried about Toby's state, which makes it very uneasy.

"Scared and terrified?"

After learning about Al's feelings from Toby, Angela was absolutely amazed.

"Are you sure it's Toby? Can he be afraid of Haierbo? But hasn't Haierbo been caught?"

At the end of the dark corridor, the powerful magic circle is still shining brightly.

There can't be any problems with this.

After finally coming to the secret room, Angela also saw the trapped old Tom and Hai Erbo.

Mainly Haierbo.

"it's you"

The prisoner in the armor lost interest in talking after glancing at the two, and it seemed that only Toby's presence could make him speak.

Angela adhered to Toby's previous entrustment—don't have any communication with Hai Erbo, let alone listen to anything he said.

Every move of Hai Erbo may be a trap, and he must be dealt with carefully.

After patrolling around silently, Angela and Al left the secret room in silence.

Angela whispered, "I didn't see any problem, so what else could it be? Reaper? But wasn't Merlin turned into Reaper? I remember Toby saw him as a helper." Or Dumbledore, Grindelwald? And Voldemort, no one knows where he's hiding now, right?"

Al responded without a word, and it was also lost in thought.

Toby is also a person with feelings, which Al knows very well.

Because Al can always feel many rich emotions from Toby.

But this time something is different.

Al can compare——

For so many years, this was the first time Toby had shown such emotions after learning the news of Lily's death.

It's almost sad.
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Office of Ancient Magic.

"That's it. If you understand, just wait until the third level is over, and the two of you will be completely free."

Lockhart stared at Toby dumbfounded, and the seriousness was also written on Snape's face.

Standing opposite them was Toby, who looked a little careless. After waiting for a while, he asked, "Why, do I need to repeat it again?"

"no need."

Snape said in a blunt tone, he stood up abruptly, walked out of the office without looking back, the door slamming startled Lockhart.

"I don't need it either."

Lockhart said distraughtly that his actions when he left were also full of panic.

After both of them disappeared, Toby grabbed something out of the air—it was the kerosene lamp of Death Castle.

Although it was still very faint, it could still be seen that the fire in the lamp had become brighter.

"What else is going on"

Toby stared at the kerosene lamp, his eyes gradually became loose.

"By the way, I haven't written back to Percy yet. Now he knows who recommended him. Did Dumbledore want Percy to thank me for this?"

"His class has never stopped, and he still wants to bind me through other people's emotions, even though in his view it is completely helpful. Forget it, let it be."

Toby dismissed the kerosene lamp with a wave of his hand. He turned and looked out the window again.

"The last thing Slytherin is afraid of is conscience and guilt, and we are good at pretending to be the same now."

"He miscalculated and always forgets that."

"I'm more Slytherin than Slytherin."
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Percy's recent life is still the same, he goes to work at the Ministry of Magic very early every day, Mrs. Weasley also complains as usual, and Mr. Weasley silently lowers his sense of existence, and does not want to be involved in the troubles between mother and child among.

But there is one thing that only a few people know.

Percy wouldn't be wandering the halls anymore, and he wouldn't make an effort to show himself in front of people who would call himself "Mr. Weasley."

This incident did not cause much disturbance in the Ministry. Everyone here has a busy schedule. Perhaps only a few people may wonder that the number of assistant ministers showing up has decreased recently, but they turned around and said Will be distracted by other work and stop thinking about it.

Percy had expected this.

What I thought was a job I got by virtue of my ability, turned out to be a job that was recommended by a professor with great difficulty.

In addition to being grateful to Professor Highmore, this also made Percy more cautious and uneasy.

In other words, he has become much more "humble" than before.

This morning, Percy came to the lobby of the Ministry of Magic through the fireplace as usual. Instead of looking for the place with the most crowds, he walked toward the elevator with a dull head.

While waiting silently, Percy suddenly heard the voices of greetings coming from behind.

"minister."

"Good morning, Minister."

Dumbledore appeared in the hall, and judging from the direction he was walking, he was heading towards Percy.

"Hello, Minister." Percy greeted honestly, with a meticulous attitude.

"Good morning, Mr. Weasley," said Dumbledore, smiling.

Percy felt a little weird in his heart, and he couldn't help wondering if Dumbledore was deliberately joking about himself.

"let's go."

After a lift came down, Dumbledore gently led Percy into it, and no one else followed.

The iron door closed, and the elevator began to move slowly.

Percy bowed his head and said nothing, but the silence didn't last long.

"Got a good new."

Dumbledore said abruptly: "After you put forward the idea of ​​lubricating the elevator, the complaints in the ministry have decreased a lot, and the communication between people has become more and more calm, so I guess even if there is no In the realm of magic, noise also affects the mental state of the wizard, doesn't it?"

Percy looked up at Dumbledore, who saw it as a trivial matter.

Especially after Percy found out that he didn't live up to his name, it became something that made him feel ashamed - he couldn't help but blame himself for being too lenient, and regret his stupidity.

"So you see, you are doing well as an assistant minister, at least you are more popular than Umbridge."

Although he was praised, Percy was still not happy.

How badly does he have to perform to reach Umbridge's level.

That old woman had never been used by him as an object of comparison.

"It seems you don't know yet."

After observing Percy's reaction, Dumbledore went on: "You have no idea that you got the job after being tested, and always think that you don't live up to your name, do you?"

"Isn't it, sir?" Percy finally spoke, his tone seemed a little low and lost: "I'm just a relationship, and I've never been tested."

"Then you think too much of Toby as an irresponsible person." Dumbledore said gently, "During the Quidditch World Cup, he arranged for you to distribute magazines. To test your patience. And a long time ago, when you were still working under Frank, didn't you always do some work that didn't look so eye-catching?"

Percy remembered.

Or, he should have thought of it long ago.

During the Quidditch World Cup, he wore an oversized Al doll and kept talking to visitors who didn't understand English, just to sell The Quibbler.

It was also at that time that he was reprimanded by Ron who happened to meet: he said that he would become a slave to power because he didn't know what was good and what was wrong.

Also at the same time, Professor Highmore, who suddenly appeared, asked Percy if he wanted to be the Assistant Minister of the Ministry of Magic - the Minister at that time was still Fudge.

But Percy didn't think much of it at the time. He was taken aback by Ron's words, and thought it was all because of his good grades that he was loved by Professor Highmore.

In addition, even though the minister was changed to Dumbledore later, Percy got the job smoothly-this made Percy think that he was just born good.

Now Percy understood.

It turned out that it all started from then on.

What frightened him the most was that, combined with his recent experience, Ron's complaints seemed to be coming true—Percy really enjoyed being treated with respect.

After a few seconds of sluggishness, a voice came from the elevator.

[The first floor, the office of the Minister of Magic and the logistics department. 】

After the notification sounded, the elevator stopped smoothly, and the iron door opened without making any noise.

Dumbledore didn't walk out immediately, he said: "So you got the job through a test, Mr. Weasley. I believe Toby's vision, and you should think so too."

"I'm good, sir." Percy said in a complicated tone.

But Dumbledore wasn't gone yet.

"From the point of view of your ignorance, Toby hasn't replied to your letter, has he?"

"Yes." Percy said honestly, "Professor Highmore didn't reply to my letter. He must be too busy. There are so many preparations for the Triwizard Tournament."

He stopped talking suddenly.

Dumbledore sighed heavily.

"I believe that Toby's vision is not only for people, but also for troubles. He always knows what to do to bring the most trouble to others, and he has never missed it."

"That's how it is. When you receive the invitation letter from Hogwarts, let me know the news. I hope everything is still in time."
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On the playground under the night, Harry sneaked to an inaccessible corner.

He first found a few stones and pushed them together, and leaned the Pandora notebook on it, then squatted down and tied the shoelaces tighter.

When the preparations were complete, Harry took a deep breath, took out the clarinet from his pocket, put one end in his mouth, and blew vigorously while running.

A miraculous scene happened - there was no sound from the recorder, but Harry's shoe snapped up, sending Harry up into the air.

Relying on his flying talent far beyond ordinary people, Harry didn't cry out in shock.

After landing again, Harry turned his head and saw that the soles of both his shoes had become tattered and he couldn't wear them anymore.

"We made it."

Harry staggered back to Pandora's notebook, he said excitedly: "Sure enough, we still need to use two magic circles, one is on the clarinet, the other is engraved on the sole of the shoe—it's just that there are some useless shoes, in the It can only be used once in the test."

"It's really a pity." Pandora said regretfully: "It's too late to teach you the Untraceable Stretching Curse, otherwise I would have asked you to bring a few more pairs of shoes."

"Actually, I'd rather invent a magic circle that doesn't cost the soles of my shoes. But, forget it." Harry was still very excited. He picked up his notebook and said as he walked back to the castle, "I'll have to think about it later. A clumsy excuse is fine, not like Cedric - my witch robe was just accidentally scratched by a branch - and he doesn't think about any branch that can be so sharp, except Whomping Willow is the Forbidden Forest. I guess the sea Professor Mo also knows that Cedric is doing experiments secretly, otherwise he would have been locked up long ago."

"You have to think of a more suitable reason." Pandora pondered for a while: "Or is it because you are learning to use a magic wand with your toes, so you accidentally broke your shoes?"

Harry's expression became extremely exciting in an instant.

"Then I might as well tell the truth."

"...Then think about it again."
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"What's wrong with your shoes?" Mr. Filch, the castle warden, stared at Harry's feet.

"I" said Harry reluctantly.

"I tried to use my wand with my toes, and I accidentally ended up like this."

This was the first time Harry had seen such a look of disgust on Filch's face.

"Good luck." Filch gave Harry a rare blessing.

As for the "fool" in the back, Harry could only pretend not to hear.

He couldn't help but think——

If you are facing Cedric's auto-casting wand, is it really necessary to use the toe trick to win?

(End of this chapter)