Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 68 Neville
Quirrell failed to capture the troll and returned to the castle. His explanation to the outside world was that it was too dangerous, and it would be difficult to handle if the students were injured.This also dispelled Professor Haimer's eagerness to help. Ever since he personally faced the giant monster protecting the Sorcerer's Stone, he felt that the smell of the giant monster alone could defeat those little wizards. Turn around and run away.

Fortunately, the students hadn't been told that Kiro was going to use the troll as an example, and it didn't cause much disappointment.

And the students were quickly attracted by the next ancient magic class.

"It's time to apply the magic circle to more places, children."

During class, Toby looked at the students with a smile and said: "This will also be our main course next - use the magic circle you have learned, and engrave it on your respective items so that the magic circle can be useful- —anything will do."

"However, I still want to remind you that it's best not to experiment with your wands. The engraving of the magic circle also has a chance of failure. It is not so easy to buy a second most suitable wand."

Ron, who was sitting at the bottom, muttered pitifully, "I don't even have my first wand yet."

His muttering was quickly drowned out in the excited discussions among the students—they had already seen the strangeness of magic balls, and they were also intrigued by Professor Higher's idea of ​​fully automatic casting wands, and they couldn't wait to make something that belonged to them. My own magic circle item.

Toby finally assigned an assignment - describe the object to be made before the next class, and then the students can actually implement their plans after inspection.

After class, Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked down the corridor.

"What are you going to do?" Hermione asked with interest, and by the way, she said the plan she had in mind: "I plan to draw a magic circle on the glass bottle, and just wave the wand to summon blue bellflower flames." Keep warm so you don't have to learn the spell."

The little girl's thoughtfulness earned the grateful eyes of the two boys, and they were kept alive by Hermione's bluebell flames throughout the winter.

"It shouldn't be easy." Ron smacked his mouth and said, "You have to find a way to turn the spell of the bluebell flame into a magic circle. We haven't learned these things yet."

"I already know it." Hermione said proudly, "I learned it in the process of helping Professor Haimer proofread the first draft. The content in it is very detailed. The next freshman is really happy."

"Oh—" Ron showed a gloating expression: "I can't wait to tell Ginny the good news."

Harry's original idea was to engrave the magic circle on the Nimbus 2000, but this broomstick was too precious to him, and it would be bad if it failed.

So he changed his goal to a flute - this is Hagrid's Christmas gift to him, and Harry was very impressed by everyone singing the school song on Halloween, so he hoped that this flute would be the school song no matter how he played it Harry didn’t know whether to choose the "Funeral March" that everyone sang together at that time, or the "Symphony of Destiny" sung by Principal Dumbledore later, this choice made Harry a little tangled.

As for Ron, he plans to transform the sweater that Mrs. Weasley sent for Christmas. He wants to make this sweater into a prank prop that will keep shrinking once worn.

"Your ideas sound equally difficult." Hermione exhorted: "Every step is very difficult to achieve, and maybe you need to learn the spells of the higher grades."

But this can't stop the whimsy of the two boys.

"No problem." Ron said confidently: "Didn't you listen to what Professor Haimer said, this is the course content for the next few months, and it is also the final exam content. We have plenty of time."

Harry also whispered, "Maybe we'll have time to make the wooden swords we used in solitary confinement. It hurts to hit people, but it won't hurt—"

When he said this, he stared straight at Draco Malfoy who was swaggering past, obviously already had a target to hit.

The wooden sword was the perfect tool for violating the rules. As long as the professor didn't find out, he wouldn't be punished, and even the victim's complaint would be useless.

Draco noticed the three people looking towards him, and he said with disdain: "What are you looking at, Potter? Can't you afford the items to engrave the magic circle? Your dead parents must not have left you much inheritance Well. And you, Weasley, your living parents don't have much money—"

Ron rushed up at once, Harry was right beside him, and there was a third person besides him - not Hermione who was full of anger, but Neville who just happened to pass by!
His chubby round face was full of anger, and before Goyle and Crabbe behind him recovered, he grabbed Draco's collar and hit Draco hard in the face with one punch after another. On the floor, the mouth was still yelling: "Damn-de-ma-er-fu! Don't-promise-you-insult-ha-li-father-mother!"

Everyone was stunned, they stopped involuntarily, and even forgot to join the battlefield and stop Neville.

Draco's cheeks swelled up very quickly, and Harry hurried forward to grab Neville's upraised arm: "Neville, stop quickly! He-he-he was knocked unconscious by you. "

Even Harry couldn't believe he was saying that - but he saw Draco's head tilt and two long streams of blood flow from under his nose.

Neville was shaking all over, and Harry didn't know if he was excited or frightened, but he knew that Neville must have regained his composure.

Neville broke free from Harry's grasp all of a sudden, he pushed away the students who were watching, and ran away without looking back.

Draco's body fell backwards, and was caught by the panic-stricken Goyle and Crabbe. They didn't know what to do, and they were all frightened by Neville's sudden outburst—look at Neville's expression just now. He looked like he wanted to kill Draco.

"Hurry up and send him to the school hospital!"

Harry shouted anxiously, not because he was worried about Draco, but because he was afraid that Neville would be kicked out of school.

After the two of them came back to their senses and led Draco away, Ron finally closed his mouth, and he suddenly murmured: "It's not fair, obviously I am also Neville's roommate, and I was imprisoned together at the beginning." There are people like me, but why didn't he stand up for my parents?"

"Why do you still have time to think about such things?" Hermione said angrily, "Go to the professor! We have to bring Neville to the professor before Malfoy wakes up, at least don't let him be Really get out of school! Hurry up! Hurry up and catch up to Neville!"

They ran non-stop, and finally found Neville sitting on the bed in Harry's dormitory. The knuckles on the back of his palm were also torn and bruised. Lying in a daze on the bed, eyes lost.

Ron was taken aback. He quickly turned his head to look, but was also frightened by Hermione who followed him to the dormitory: "You-you-can you enter the boys' dormitory?"

This time Hermione didn't even bother to explain, she punched Ron angrily, causing him to howl in pain.

Then Hermione and Harry exchanged glances, and they walked cautiously up to Neville, sitting next to him.

Hermione spoke out her plan in a soft voice. At this time, it must be better to admit her mistake in advance, otherwise it will be too late when Draco makes a big announcement.

Neville listened in silence, and Harry didn't know if he was listening, but Neville didn't even change his eyes.

Just when he couldn't wait to forcefully take Neville away, he suddenly heard Neville muttering, "Professor Highmore."

"I'm going to see Professor Highmore."

(End of this chapter)