Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 426 Conditions and Conditions

425 Conditions and Conditions

James was even more nervous than Harry.

He looked back and forth vigilantly, and quietly squeezed one of Harry's hands as he stepped back, giving the two of them more space.

"If they get into trouble later on, you run home and call mom out quickly, okay?" James reminded Harry in a low voice.

Harry nodded nervously.

"What about you?" he asked softly.

"Of course I'm going to start the magic car." James whispered, "Otherwise, how could we carry the three of us with just two brooms—by the way, there's Angela, too, and we'll have to call her away too." OK, otherwise they won't stop."

"Are you going to run away with us?" Harry asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"Who do you think I am?" James also stared at Harry with wide eyes and said, "Grindelwald, the mysterious man, or Helbo? I'm James Potter, at best I'm a prong—you Do you think I can compare to the Black Devil, or the White Devil?"

They didn't notice that each other's voices were getting louder.

Toby's cheeks fluttered, and he turned his head sharply, startling Harry and James.

"I have the car keys in my hand, and none of you can escape tonight!"

"We just don't intend to trouble you."

James looked at the expression on Toby's face after saying this, and he himself noticed something was wrong - if it wasn't for Lily, there would be no such dinner today.

Sirius and Lupine, who were originally going to be invited first, had to be left behind.

Dumbledore had already walked over, his blue eyes fixed on several people on the lawn, and then turned his eyes to the house not far away.

"Everything is still the same." Dumbledore sincerely wished Harry: "Congratulations, child, you have waited until this day."

"Thank you, sir." Harry said honestly, his eyes continued to glance at Professor Highmore who was aside.

Toby pouted, he knew that Dumbledore was hinting at Angela again.

"Harry waited, but you?"

Before Toby finished his sarcasm, James yelled loudly: "Mr. Minister, come and see our yard. Lily made it carefully, and Harry and I also helped a lot. Look at it." These pretty flowers—”

Dumbledore glanced back at Toby, but no one could see the meaning in his eyes.

"We'll have plenty of time to visit in the future."

Dumbledore turned his head and said gently to James, "Let me and your other guest take a good look at your house first. It would be best if we could have a convenient place to talk."

It seemed that Dumbledore didn't intend to save those pressing issues for dinner.

James blinked, he wanted to ask Toby's opinion.

"I'm fine." Toby said nonchalantly.
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"This is Harry's bedroom. If you don't mind, let's talk here—I'll go down first to see how they're preparing, and I'll call you later."

James quickly closed the bedroom door from the outside. When he took the two of them up the stairs, he was trembling with fear—for fear that Angela would suddenly jump out and ignite the flames of war.

Fortunately, Lily and he had a good understanding, and took Angela to the kitchen very actively, and closed the door so that no one could see.

As for Harry - since the bedroom was occupied, he didn't dare to make any objections, at worst he would just sleep on the sofa at night.

After the bedroom door was closed, Dumbledore walked under Harry's bedside table, and he picked up a brand new family portrait on the bedside table: in the photo, the Potter family of three smiled at the camera, and behind them they rebuilt one's house.

This photo should not have been taken for a long time, and it may even have been taken this morning.

In addition, on the wall opposite the bed, there is a player poster of the Chudley Cannons period, and all the players lined up in a row covering the entire wall.

Harry still misses that time.

There are also many medals and other things neatly placed in the room, including the books Harry needs to study, and a large pile of clothes he bought recently.

Toby wandered around the room and said: "This is the benefit of the biological parents being alive. Harry can at least have a decent bedroom. It's not like when I was a child, I could only go back to the orphanage that I didn't like. , there is nothing related to magic in there, it is extremely boring."

Dumbledore put the photo frame back to its original position, and he said calmly: "I remember that you only went back for a vacation. When you were in the second grade, you already figured out a way to get out of there. Although the means are not special Glorious, but I still have to say that you are much happier than the old Harry."

"Take it as an early practice." Toby stopped in front of the poster on the wall, staring at the picture of several people holding up the Quidditch World Cup championship trophy in the poster.

"Those experiences were very helpful to my later archeology, and always allowed me to find the right place to inquire about the news at the first time-those poor people know everything, but they just don't know how to live a good life. Earn a little gold to get by and look forward to a good drink in the evening."

"This way of life is indeed not worth advocating." Dumbledore concluded.

After that, there was an eerie silence in the bedroom.

Toby stared at these posters for a while, and suddenly a strange idea popped up in his mind - as the former owner of the Chudley Cannons, should he also have to print a poster of his own?

At that time, I might still be able to hold a copy of "Ancient Magic" in my hand for publicity or something, but if this is really done, Al's poster may be more popular.

It doesn't make much difference anyway, or it's In-Air's.

After silently making a decision, Toby turned around suddenly, and he saw Dumbledore staring at him at the same time.

"Where is Grindelwald hiding?" Toby asked, "Has the Ministry of Magic found him?"

"He never hid." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "Since the end of the Triwizard Tournament, he has swaggered back to the school with Durmstrang's students. He knows very well that those students are His hostage, we can't do anything to him in England, otherwise the International Federation of Wizards won't let us go."

"But aren't you the president?" Toby remembered that Dumbledore had such a title.

Dumbledore patiently explained: "The International Federation of Wizards exists because of the organizations of the Ministry of Magic of various countries. It represents a common will, and it is impossible to really allow someone to control it without authorization. In other words, at most It's a petty honor with no real power."

Toby understood.

"Then it doesn't look long before the fall of the Ministry of Magic in Germany," he guessed.

"This matter is not as simple as you think." Dumbledore calmly analyzed: "Grindelwald does not need to initiate a war at all, he knows who is more urgent than himself to solve the problem—Helbo needs A more suitable body than a plant Animagus, and Voldemort can't always obey the orders of such a person. I think he should have guessed how Helbo used himself-Grindelwald just needs to wait. "

Toby let out a deep breath.

"So, before we find out where Haierbo is hiding, we are completely passive—not to mention that he can't be found so easily. Since he knows Deria Island and Death Castle, it is very likely that he knows more A lot of places we haven't been to."

"Also, I don't know if you have noticed this - Haierbo can actually choose to wait - as long as he waits until the day when our conflicts break out, he can easily defeat all of us."

"At that time, I don't think that Merlin will be so lucky to have the necessary conditions to refuse a successor. He will be replaced by a mysterious person, or someone else--in this way, Haierbo has achieved his most important goal. The purpose of this is to turn the god of death into his Horcrux, and he will also get real eternal life."

"That doesn't sound very good."

When Toby said this, his eyes were fixed on Dumbledore, and Dumbledore did not easily look away.

"Minister, you should be very clear that it is impossible for me to teach Angela to you. Magic cannot bring people back from the dead, and I am not willing to take this risk anyway."

"Toby, although I still feel a little heartbroken and guilty after hearing this, I can fully understand your thoughts. After all, you are also a person with feelings."

"This is all thanks to you."

"Don't be sarcastic about me, it's too late to say anything now. It was my fault for ignoring your true feelings. I think it's mainly because I forgot that I was so stubborn in school, and it wasn't until that threesome The duel in my house awakened me—but you never had that experience—”

"Look, look. Classes start again."

"Listen to me, Toby. You and I are very clear about where the biggest conflict between us is. The reason why I am willing to come to this dinner this time is not because of a duel. In fact, I feel like I've pretty much figured it out. I can't ignore my feelings, but I shouldn't ignore Angela's—I know you prefer to call her that. So, do you want to talk about it?"

Toby stood motionless, and asked cautiously, "Where do we start?"

Dumbledore smiled slowly.

"It's better to start with the Order of the Phoenix."
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When James saw Toby and Dumbledore coming out peacefully, he thought he was mistaken.

Sure enough, the White Demon King was still the nemesis of the Black Devil, so he couldn't make any movement.

"I might have to go first."

Dumbledore walked up to James and said, "Don't pretend to keep me, tell Lily for me, we will definitely have more chances to have dinner together in the future—it's a pity that it won't be today."

James lowered his arm in embarrassment. He originally wanted to be polite, but he didn't expect Dumbledore to say it so directly.

After Dumbledore left, Lily, who was holding the magic cat, happened to poke her head out of the kitchen, and through the open door, she could see Angela looking at the boiling soup in the pot with a sad face—that became Like lava, it turned into a small volcano and scattered sparks everywhere.

"Dumbledore left so soon?" She looked at Toby curiously and asked, "What did you guys talk about?"

Toby frowned and thought, and Al and Harry, who were playing wizard chess in the living room, also looked at him.

"We're talking about who the owner of this place is, how could he have the heart to let the guests wait for so long without being able to fill their stomachs, not even a glass of lemonade—"

"Here you are!" James quickly opened the refrigerator and took out a big glass bottle and said, "I'll give it to you now, tell me quickly, what's the matter?"

"You guys prepare dinner first." Toby didn't intend to speak immediately, he took a few sips from the bottle and said, "I have to keep thinking about it."

No one could make Toby speak at this time, even Lily didn't continue to try. She knew very well that once Toby said that, it was really because he had encountered a problem that was difficult to solve.
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The well-prepared dinner was spent in silence. Several people at the table noticed that Toby didn't even move the knife a few times, and he didn't even have the mind to eat.

Fortunately, there is the little assistant Al, who cuts a piece of steak and stuffs another piece into Toby's mouth, and then Angela presses Toby's head up and down to chew the food Swallow it again.

James was stunned by this scene.

He asked Lily in a low voice, "Did this Toby exaggerate like this when he was in school? Who was pressing his head at that time? Don't tell me it was Snape."

Lily said angrily: "Just watch him pretend, he has no problem at all. It's because he thinks this way of eating is very interesting, so he didn't plan to stop."

Before Angela glared at Toby, Toby coughed a few times and said: "I'm full, you don't need to feed me anymore—Al, put the knife back, don't poke my eyeballs—Okay, everything Listen to me."

Toby straightened his face immediately, and he really looked decent, as if he was about to announce something important.

"Dumbledore just mentioned some ideas to me, um. Generally speaking, he will let McGonagall leave willingly and let me officially take up the post of headmaster at Hogwarts, but he will also serve as the next semester. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at the school - that's all."

The dining table immediately became extremely silent, and everyone stared at Toby with wide eyes.

"I knew it was so easy to understand."

Toby patiently explained: "McGonagall will concentrate on the specific affairs of the Phoenix Department after leaving. Dumbledore also asked me to ask if you want to join in again, but don't have any burden. I know you still want What to ask——Moody is obviously more suitable than McGonagall, and has more dueling experience. But Dumbledore doesn't think this is a good idea. He thinks that there is too much grudge between me and Moody. It's easier to communicate."

"In addition, did you guess that I would use Fudge to deal with Dumbledore? You are completely wrong. In this critical period, such indiscriminate means will not work, and Fudge Getting very weak and he's going to be at St Mungo's for a long time to come, hopefully he'll make it through."

"As for the Minister of Magic coming to Hogwarts as a professor, I know it just sounds impossible, but who made him Dumbledore? I dare say he is not at ease with anyone taking over his position now, Scrimgeour doesn't have the ability either, it has to be him himself."

"Dumbledore said that this matter should be handed over to him. He also said that it was for the convenience of protecting Angela. After all, she is Haierbo's last Horcrux. Who knows how Haierbo will use her—but I I still feel that this is just his devious tactic, at most he changed another name to get closer to Angela."

"Well, do you all understand?"

James nodded blankly: "Understood, you are about to become the headmaster of Hogwarts, right? My dear, you should have heard this sentence, right?"

Lily nodded solemnly.

"Let me think about it." She said to herself, "Durmstrang must be dead. Should we let Harry go to Beauxbatons? Or just let him study at home, we Both are no worse than Aurors."

Toby looked at them with a cold face and started talking with each other.

Harry looked around frightenedly, and said cautiously, "You guys should wait until Professor Highmore leaves to discuss this—"

"By the way, can Hermione and Ron join me in home lessons too?"

(End of this chapter)