Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 153 Disappearing Cabinet

The confinement came to an end, and the experience of many people was that they fell asleep after being frightened.At the beginning, some people wanted to know what happened, but Harry, Hermione, who knew the truth, and Ron, who was later told, kept silent about it.In addition, the only remaining Malfoy did not dare to disclose more inside information, which made this confinement more complicated and confusing.

"He's scared."

During a dinner, Ron said: "He must not dare to offend Professor Haimer anymore. Besides, he doesn't know much. At most, he saw a few mummies."

Ron was right, Malfoy must have been scared.However, he and Hermione felt almost the same way, except that what they were afraid of was not the mummy, but the magic circle on Professor Highmore's body. This was what worried them most.

Fortunately, there were no accidents in the ancient magic class later, and Hermione also gave her explanation: "Professor Highmore should have engraved the magic circle on his body long ago, before coming to Hogwarts, so There were no problems."

This reassured Ron a lot.

As for Harry, on the one hand, Harry was surprised that Professor Haimer was not punished, and on the other hand, he also had to immerse himself in more strenuous training. The bad weather quickly made him lose his mind about any so-called troubles, including Professor Haimer. And Slytherin, especially when he came back from training soaked and muddy.

Even if it wasn't windy or rainy, the training wouldn't be enjoyable.Fred and George had been scouting the Slytherin team, and they had seen with their own eyes the speed of the new Nimbus 2001s.They came back to report that the Slytherins were now just seven pale green shadows whizzing through the air like jets.

Harry was grumbling and walking in the empty corridor, when he suddenly saw a man who was as preoccupied as he was.The ghost of Gryffindor Tower, Nearly Headless Nick, is looking out the window gloomily, muttering under his breath, "...not half an inch if they don't qualify, if that"

"Hello, Nick," said Harry.

"Hello, hello." Nearly Headless Nick was taken aback, looking around.His long curly hair wore a stylish feathered hat, and he wore a knee-length tunic with a wagon-wheel ruff that hid almost his neck. The fact of being completely cut off.He was as intangible as a wisp of smoke, and Harry could look out through his body at the dark sky and the pouring rain.

"You seem to have something on your mind, young Potter." Nick said, folding a transparent letter and hiding it in the tight jacket: "Is it because of Professor Highmore? I still remember when you turned to me last year Asked questions about him."

"No not exactly." Harry was going to say "no", but he changed his mind in the end.

Now he must know more about Professor Haimo than when he first entered school last year, but those are not good things.

And now he is faintly resistant to Professor Highmore, this is entirely because of the secret that only he knows - the Sorting Hat almost sorted him into Slytherin.Plus the speculation he got in the Office of Ancient Magic - maybe something thought he should be sorted into Slytherin, so he was alone in a threatening way to persuade him.

This made Harry extremely entangled, preferring not to face the facts related to Professor Highmore.

A student and a ghost looked at each other in silence for a moment.

Suddenly, there was a shrill cry near Harry's ankle.He looked down and saw two yellow eyes that glowed like lamps.It was Mrs. Norris, the scrawny gray cat put to good use by the caretaker, Argus Filch, as his second-in-command in his never-ending battles with the students.

"You'd better get out of here, Harry," Nick said hastily, "Filch is in a bad mood. He's got a cold, and some third-years accidentally smeared frog brains on the ceiling of the fifth basement." .He's been rinsing all morning, if he sees you dripping muddy water all over the place."

"True," said Harry, stepping back from Mrs. Norris's accusing gaze, but it was too late.There seems to be some kind of mysterious power connection between Filch and his annoying cat.Suddenly he rushed from behind a tapestry to Harry's right, panting and looking frantically around for the offender.He had a thick plaid scarf tied around his head, and his nose was unnaturally red.

"Dirty stuff!" he yelled, pointing at the mud and dirty water dripping from Harry's Quidditch robes, his eyes bulging terribly, the flesh on his double chin quivering, "Dirty stuff everywhere!" , mess everywhere! I tell you, I've had enough! Potter, come with me!"

Harry waved glumly goodbye to Nearly Headless Nick, and followed Filch down the stairs, leaving another string of muddy footprints on the floor.

Filch's office was dark and dingy, with no windows, except for a single oil lamp hanging from the low ceiling.There was a faint smell of fried fish in the air.Wooden filing cabinets lined the surrounding walls.On the wall behind Filch's desk hung a set of shiny hinges and handcuffs, fetters and the like.Filch was known to frequently ask Dumbledore for permission to hang students by their ankles and hang them upside down from the ceiling.

However, to be honest, since the appearance of Professor Haimer, everyone's impression of Filch has changed a lot. This is not to the extent of changing his appearance, but at least meeting Filch is better than being locked up by Professor Haimer much.

Filch grabbed a quill from a jar on the desk, took a large roll of parchment from a desk drawer, spread it in front of him, took the long black quill, and dipped it into the inkwell. . .

"Name.Harry Potter.Crime."

"Just a little mud!" said Harry.

Filch glared at Harry resentfully: "It's a little bit of mud for you, boy, but for me, I have to wash and scrub again, and I've been busy for an hour! Suggestions for crimes staining the castle"

Filch wiped his runny nose, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Harry maliciously.Harry held his breath, waiting for the sentencing.

However, just as Filch's pen fell, there was a loud noise from the ceiling of the office, and the oil lamp was rattled.

"Peeves!" Filch roared, angrily, he threw the quill viciously, "I will not let you go this time, I will catch you!"

He pushed Harry aside and rushed upstairs, only to find an unexpected person in the classroom.

"Professor Highheimer?" he stammered, looking at a black and gold cabinet that had been broken on the floor, as if it had fallen from a very high place.

"Is this what you did?"

"Oh, no." Toby was standing in front of the cabinet, and said regretfully, "I just happened to pass by here, and I just happened to find this disappearing cabinet. I don’t know if it’s still available”

On the other side of the classroom, Peeves had already been tied up by Wuhuada. Al stood in front of it angrily, and gave it two big mouths. The harder Peeves scolded, the harder he hit.

"Keep working hard." Toby said calmly, "I have to find out where this disappearing cabinet came from. I can't let such a dangerous thing appear in the castle, at least it has to be handed over to me for safekeeping." .”

Filch was stunned, and Nick, who was hiding outside the classroom, was even more startled when he heard——

After so many years, Toby is really old-fashioned, and he has even used his murderous hands on the ghosts in the school.

He ran away faintly, and hurried to find the ghost of Slytherin house—Baro the Bloody Man.

Now only he can stop Toby, not any other ghost.

(End of this chapter)