Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 74 Timing
Ever since the trio made up their mind to help Professor Haimer, they have been approaching him intentionally, wanting to find out Professor Haimer's movements and when he plans to put pressure on Professor Quirrell.

If it is replaced by other professors, this method will not work at all, especially during the professors' break time.

But the ancient magic class is different, because each student needs to complete their magic array items on time, which is related to their final test scores, and it will take a long time to really do it.

And Professor Haimo is always willing to smile at the students who find him. After all, there are not many such students, and more people still have fear of the weird souvenirs in the office.

"professor."

Hermione found Toby crying for the seventh time, her left and right palms were tightly bound with bandages.

"My wind chime bottle failed again, I don't know why, can you help me?"

Hermione didn't lie. In order to avoid Professor Highmore's suspicion, she really came to the professor after the production failed.It's just that the scope of the injury was concealed a little bit, and this time it was only a finger injury-but if it was just like this, Hermione would not be ashamed to come to Professor Highmore, in case the injury did not come over and healed It's bad.That's why she deliberately made herself look miserable.

I don't know if Toby noticed it. He was writing the first draft of his next new book, and said without raising his head, "Then change to another bottle, Miss Granger. Since the explosion is unavoidable, then Find a way to make the explosion smaller, maybe a stone bottle would be good."

Stone bottle?

Hermione walked out of the office nervously, but isn't stone harder than glass?If it didn't blow up, it's fine, if it blows up again, wouldn't it blow her hand through?
Could it be that Professor Haimer saw that he had ulterior motives?
Hermione didn't dare to test Professor Highmore anymore, so the person who came to the office in the afternoon was replaced by Ron. The bondage towel he originally planned to use for pranks became too big for some reason, covering his whole body .

"professor."

Ron said dejectedly: "Can you see my sweater? If my mother finds out, she will kill me."

Toby said without raising his head, "Then take this sweater apart and knit it into two smaller sweaters, so that you can have one more prop for making pranks."

It sounds pretty good.

Ron thought vaguely, except for one thing that was not easy to handle - he couldn't knit a sweater.

In the evening, after the students finished their dinner, Harry came to the office again. He was holding the flute that Hagrid gave him in his hand, but the flute kept making noises, blowing some obscene words that were more proficient than Peeves. talk.

"professor."

This time, before Harry could finish speaking, the magic ball took the initiative to wrap the flute.After the magic ball left, the failed magic circle on the flute also disappeared.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Toby finally raised his head and said, "Mr. Potter, are you planning to use obscene words to disturb the attention of Hufflepuff team members? And I remember that the game will be held in a few days. I will give you a piece of advice. Let’s put aside the item matter, Mr. Diggory has practiced hard for a long time, and it will not be easy for Gryffindor to win this match.”

"I-I-I didn't mean that, Professor," Harry stammered.

But the problem with the flute had been resolved, and Harry didn't know what reason to stay in the office, so he could only leave cautiously.

After the door closed, Toby looked at Al suspiciously: "Should I put more students in confinement?"

"ah?"

"Otherwise, why would they always come to me? I never thought that confinement would also help the professor's friendly image."

Al stared at Toby with [You really think so] eyes: "Huh?"

"Okay, I was thinking too much."

Toby avoided Al's contemptuous gaze, and he changed the subject without a trace: "No matter what they are, we have to continue exploring the castle tonight, and there are still many portraits that have not been uncovered."

After Harry returned to the dormitory, Ron and Hermione hurriedly asked what happened.Although Harry didn't seem to gain anything, at least they could be sure that Professor Highmore didn't intend to continue threatening Quirrell today, which was why the three of them would go to the Office of Ancient Magic in the morning, afternoon, and evening respectively.

"Sounds okay."

After Harry finished speaking, Ron commented: "But you really should focus on the upcoming game, you are a Seeker, once you win the game, you will definitely become a hero of Gryffindor! Still a rare first-year hero!"

Harry was a little nervous thinking about the game.

Hermione also persuaded: "Yes, Harry. Digory hasn't gone to see Professor Highmore for many days. Even he knows that he needs to rest well, so you should do so."

Harry could only briefly detach from the incident, focusing on the game.

So, the next day, Hermione and Ron were the ones who went to see Professor Highmore.

They went together, because Hermione felt that she had been looking for Professor Highmore too many times recently, and she had to find some new tricks to hide it smoothly.

Ron was bound by a huge sweater, and the wool was entangled randomly, like tiny long snakes. Hermione hurriedly knocked on the door of the ancient magic office—the anxiety on her face was not pretending. It came out, this time it was a complete mistake, if it was later, the sweater might really become a monster.

"Professor! Professor! Ron he—"

Al, who was the only one staying in the office, turned his head: "Yeah?"

Professor Haimer is not here!

Hermione really panicked, let alone Ron in a while, the wool may even spread to the entire castle, entangled all the students.

At this moment, Al, who was sitting on the flying carpet, flew over, blinked his small eyes twice, stared at the frantic sweater on Ron's body, and then took out the magic ball in his belly pocket. Take it out.

Hermione never expected this - Al can also use magic balls.

The magic ball melted away, forming a magic circle on the ground, covering Ron completely.

With a flash of light, the sweater stopped moving immediately, and was dragged loosely to the floor. Ron gasped for breath: "It almost suffocated me."

Hermione stared at Al with bright eyes: "Wow——"

She doesn't have any pets yet, and she also wants a Niffler.

Al stared at her warily, and didn't relax until he realized that Hermione wasn't looking at the belly pocket.

It floated back to its previous position—that is, in front of Mason's door, and sprinkled ice water on the wooden door little by little.

Today's Mason Gate is no longer so rotten. What Toby said before is indeed true. The Mason Gate is like a certain kind of plant, which gradually becomes complete from withering. It will bloom.

"Mr. Al?"

After helping Ron pile up the loose balls of wool, Hermione didn't intend to leave immediately, she had to find out what Professor Highmore was doing.

"Where is Professor Highmore?"

"ah."

Al pointed out the window, and Hermione looked along Al's paw, and saw the dense forest in the distance—there was the Forbidden Forest.

"Oh fine."

Hermione remembered that Mr. Al's return gift to Diggory was a gold galleon from the Forbidden Forest. Professor Highmore must have been there more than once, and it seemed to be related to the purpose of archaeology—this is what Hermione knew Professor Highmore's only hobby.

If it is archaeology, it should have nothing to do with threatening Professor Quirrell.

Hermione secretly breathed a sigh of relief, at least she completed today's task perfectly.

At this moment, Ron suddenly asked without thinking: "Mr. Al, which academy team do you support?"

He had known for a long time that Cedric was Mr. Ayre's assistant, but Professor Highmore was from Slytherin House, and the other editor, Hermione, was from Gryffindor.

In addition, Ron is also curious about whether Mr. Al likes Quidditch. No matter how you look at it, Mr. Al is a hundred times smarter than his own Scabbers.

"ah."

Al waved his hand, and Hermione saw what it wanted to express—either Mr. Al was not very interested in Quidditch, or it didn't matter which team liked it or not.

"Then will you still go to the last game?" Hermione asked on a whim.

"Yeah." Al shook his head.

"Well, goodbye, Mr. Al."

"ah."

When he came to the corridor, Ron said regretfully: "It would be great if I could win Mr. Al to Gryffindor's side. Aren't you able to meet him often? Why don't you try? Gryffindor That’s when support is needed.”

Hermione shook her head and said, "Don't think about it, Cedric is still Al's assistant. And didn't you hear it? Mr. Al won't go to the last game, and neither will Professor Highmore."

"If Professor Quirrell doesn't go either"

The two exchanged glances, and Ron finally understood.

On the day when the game started, it was the best time for Professor Highmore to threaten Quirrell again.

(End of this chapter)