Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 47 Teachers' Recognition Meeting

Early the next morning, Harry and Ron got up from the bed. They looked at each other tacitly, and couldn't wait to go to the common room to see if there were any results from Professor Highmore and Snape.

According to Hermione's analysis last night—since Principal Dumbledore appeared in the corridor on the fourth floor, he must have a certain degree of knowledge about the movements of Professor Highmore and Snape. Whether there is really a problem with them, just look at today's notifications are fine.

The two walked out of the dormitory without waiting for a wash, and they found that Hermione had come earlier than them. She was wearing pink pajamas, her long brown hair was disheveled, and her eyes were carefully scanning the words on the notice board line by line.

"no problem!"

After seeing the two people appear, Hermione said happily, and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "Professor Haimer is fine, and I can go to him to read the first draft that just came out!"

"This is impossible!"

Harry walked slowly to the notice board, but there were indeed no names of Professor Highmore and Snape on it, just like the notice board last night.

The only difference is that there is a distinctive notification——

[The teacher commendation meeting will officially start tomorrow. Students who are interested in interviewing teachers can put their name strips into the collection box, and finally they will be randomly assigned to the professors who will be interviewed. The specific number of students is based on the professor's willingness. 】

[After the interview, students can choose their favorite professor, and the content of the interview will be printed in the school magazine for students' reference.The final results will be announced at Christmas, as a gift to each student. 】

"The Teacher Appreciation Meeting," Ron commented, "It looks like another form of the Academy Cup, but why should students be randomly assigned to professors, and we can't let us decide who to interview?"

"It should be to avoid the embarrassment of some professors being interviewed by no one." Hermione had already pulled out a small note and scribbled her name on it: "For example, Professor Binns, do you think someone will be willing to interview him?"

Professor Binns, who teaches History of Magic, is a dead ghost too old to bring his own body before class.His class is the most boring, and the sound has a hypnotic effect, so only students like Hermione can listen to it, and everyone else is basically asleep.

Ron thought for a while: "I don't think Professor Binns is interested in this kind of activity at all. The bulletin board says that the specific number of students is based on the professor's willingness. This number may also be zero."

He saw Hermione throwing her name into the collection box: "You signed up so soon? Who are you going to interview?"

"It's best to be Professor Highmore." Hermione said as a matter of course: "In this way, I can ask him more direct questions. I have never dared to do this before. I hope that the professor I interview will be him."

"Sounds interesting." Ron regarded the interview opportunity as a token to avoid death: "I want to sign up too, Harry, what about you? Harry?"

Only then did the two realize that Harry hadn't spoken.

Harry raised his head slowly.

"I want to sign up!" He said firmly, "Only in this way can we have the opportunity to get close to Professor Highmore and Snape. It is impossible for them to have no problems at all. Why didn't Principal Dumbledore find out?"

"That's because they don't have any questions!" Hermione said angrily, but she quickly added: "If you are selected to interview Professor Highmore, can you ask me a few questions? Both of you yes."

After breakfast, the three of them walked out of the castle together. Last night, they discovered that Hagrid was in a very strange state after hearing the escape of the three-headed dog. He was also the first professor who couldn't help but stand up. The words worry and panic were written on his face.

They were going to try and see if they could get any clues.

As they walked, the three had some small quarrels over which professors would be willing to be interviewed—most importantly, Headmaster Dumbledore.

"But he is already the headmaster." Hermione analyzed: "He is not responsible for teaching any courses. Instead, I think the deans of each college are most likely to win the 'Professor's Cup'."

"Based on what you're saying, Hufflepuff will definitely win." Ron said, "Hufflepuff College has the largest number of students, and they will all choose Dean Sprout."

They went to the door of the cabin, and all three were startled when a wailing Hagrid opened it.

"Hagrid!" Harry said in surprise, "Why are you crying? Are you sad about the teacher recognition meeting? We will definitely vote for you."

"No-that's not the case." Hagrid ushered them in sobbing, not forgetting to prepare tea for them, Hermione quickly stopped him, and offered to bring the teapot and cups.

"It's - it's because of Lu Wei!" Hagrid couldn't help but howled loudly at the mention of the name, blowing his nose like blowing a trumpet.

"Lu Wei was sent away by the principal. I still remember the first time I saw it, it was only so small, lying in my arms and sleeping soundly, all this seemed to happen yesterday—"

When Hermione was pouring the tea, she quickly gave the two of them a look. Harry and Ron immediately reacted without her doing so.

"Lu Wei? Are you talking about the three-headed dog from yesterday? Is that your pet?"

Harry couldn't believe he would one day use the word pet to describe a three-headed dog.

"Yes-yes." Hagrid's tears flowed patteringly: "I only had time to see it for the last time yesterday, but luckily it didn't suffer any harm, otherwise how could it survive in a strange environment? So small."

Ron muttered in a low voice: "Then you don't need to worry too much, the only cause of death is starving to death after eating everything that can move."

Hermione quickly slapped Ron's arm and told him to shut up with her eyes.

Harry patted Hagrid on the side hard (as high as he could get it), and he understood immediately: "So you're one of the people to protect that little package, aren't you, Hagrid? "

"S-little package?" Hagrid's sobbing slowly stopped. "How do you know?"

Harry truthfully stated his guesses, including his doubts about Professor Highmore and Snape.

"I know they are accomplices." Harry said confidently.

"That's impossible!" Hagrid immediately retorted, "It's impossible for either Toby or Professor Snape to steal that package."

"Why are you so sure? I saw it with my own eyes yesterday."

"Because they are also responsible for guarding the package."

"They? You mean other than Lu Wei, there are other means of guarding the package? The professors are also in charge?"

"Of course—but you shouldn't know these things, stop asking, I can't tell you."

Harry wanted to continue asking, but Hermione interrupted him quickly and brought the topic to the teacher's commendation meeting.

Hagrid clearly knew something about the activity.

"I remember this event was there before, it was held by the former student body, but with the disbandment of the club, this event was not continued. I don't know why it is held again now, and the scope has been expanded To the students of the whole school, not just a small club."

"You don't have to vote for me in vain. Gamekeepers are not eligible to be interviewed. The minimum standard is to be in charge of a course."

Hagrid couldn't help but said longingly: "It would be nice if I could become a professor at Hogwarts someday."

Hermione gave Hagrid a few compliments, which made him laugh.

Seeing the timing, Harry suddenly asked: "The professor who is qualified to participate in the event is also related to the person who guards the package?"

"Not all. For example, Professor Binns, what else can you ask him to do?"

"What the hell could be hiding in the package, Hagrid?"

What Harry asked was too obvious. Hagrid looked at him violently. Ron next to him was taken aback. On the chair where a corner fell off—the rock cake was unharmed, but the sawdust fell to the ground.

"This has nothing to do with you!" Hagrid shouted violently: "Don't try to get me to say it, it's a very dangerous thing, you shouldn't be involved in it, I don't want to kill you because of curiosity, forget about Lu Wei Well, it is gone, and what it guards should not be known to you, this is between Professor Dumbledore and Nicole Flamel—"

"Nick Flamel?" Harry asked, blinking. "So there's another Nick Flamel? Is that Nick Flamel's package?"

Hagrid drove them out of the hut in a rage, and Hermione couldn't help complaining, "Why are you so curious?"

"I just don't understand why they always ignore the clues right in front of them." Harry muttered dissatisfiedly, "Even if Professor Highmore wasn't driven away, why would Snape stay? He's so annoying , I really hope there isn't a single student willing to interview him."

Ron took out the rock cake that had been hidden in his arms all the time: "Here, as long as you can knock Malfoy unconscious with this weapon, your wish will come true."

(End of this chapter)