Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 210 Quarrel and Shop

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There were shoving, dissuading, and the sound of objects falling.

"Don't stop me!"

"No, you can't get out! Toby Hamel has found your Animagus, and mine, and he'll have us all!"

"I warn you, don't stop me from looking for Peter Pettigrew, I recognize him! It must be him!"

Sirius pointed to the award-winning photo of the Weasleys in the Daily Prophet, and tapped Ron's Scabbers on Ron's shoulder so hard he almost punctured the newspaper.

Regulus clutched his other arm tightly, and he suddenly yelled out, "But who would believe you! Except for the dead Potters, who else knows about changing the secret keeper? No matter how convincing your evidence is, the Aurors will still catch you in advance! Don't forget your current identity, you are just a fugitive now! Just a fugitive!"

The two brothers looked at each other angrily, neither of them to be outdone.

Regulus gritted his teeth and said, "You are not the only one carrying the truth, I am too, but it is not the time yet, before the hope of success appears, we must wait and have enough patience—"

Sirius threw Regulus' arm away impatiently, and he said coldly: "The truth? The truth is that everyone thought you were dead, that you were just a fool, but they didn't expect that you were still alive, and fooled everyone. people."

Regulus' face turned pale in an instant.

"I must do this." After a long silence, he said in a firm tone: "I must prevent the Dark Lord from achieving his goal, so I will risk my life to do those things. The Dark Lord is more powerful than we imagined." He is much more evil, he is the one who deceived us."

"It's just that one person was cheated." Sirius said disdainfully, but his tone was no longer so intense.

Regulus didn't argue either, he continued: "Anyway, at the last critical moment, after I took the last bowl of poison, if the professor hadn't sent someone to save me, maybe I would really have died He showed me a whole new way, the Dark Lord is nothing compared to him, so I will be loyal to him. Not only because he saved my life, but also because he gave me hope. "

Sirius frowned and stared at his brother, he strongly suspected that the idiot had just been bewitched again.

"It's not what you think." Regulus saw his thoughts from Sirius' eyes: "It's real hope. You don't need to hide anymore, you don't need to live every day in fear, and there will even be no more wars." , and everything will end here.”

"That will be a brand new magical world. To this end, the professor specially assembled a group of people. Some are dissatisfied with the status quo, some are dissatisfied with themselves, and more are desperate people like you and me."

"I won't join you!" Sirius sternly refused: "Don't think you can fool me with just these words, all I want to do now is revenge, and Peter Pettigrew—"

"Of course I know what you are going to do!" Regulus interrupted loudly: "But why you just don't understand, your Animagus has been exposed, have you thought about how to catch Peter? ?”

"Trust me." He suddenly lowered his voice and said, staring straight into Sirius' eyes: "You don't have to join us, this can be discussed later, but I do have ways to help you, which is also different from ours. purpose."

Sirius didn't ask Regulus what his purpose was, he didn't care.He just asked suspiciously: "Who is the person who helped you? Why do you call him a professor?"

Regulus didn't shy away from this question, he simply said: "Because he taught us really useful knowledge - Gellert Grindelwald is also our professor of ancient magic."

"The only professor."
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Hogwarts.

Dumbledore and Toby sat opposite each other, the two remained silent, but the portraits on the wall all stared wide-eyed.

After a long time, Dumbledore finally spoke.

"So, I just left for a few days, are you going to abolish the school board?"

Toby stared straight at the spinning top on the table, and Al was also on guard against Dumbledore grabbing the magic book at any time.

"My idea is very simple, Headmaster." Toby tilted his head, and he said intently: "When Hogwarts was first established, there was no school board. It was a symbol of the school's decline, so I gave myself Put on a shackle, now it's time to take the shackles off - in our hands!"

He anxiously waited for Dumbledore's answer. Although he had already threatened Lucius, the headmaster had to pass this test.

"OK then."

"No, you listen to me—huh?"

Toby blinked in confusion: "What did you say?"

With a smile on Dumbledore's face, he said gently: "The reasons for the establishment of the Hogwarts School Board are complex. There are precipitating factors of war, such as the Goblin Rebellion and the War of Giants, in addition to many historical reasons , it will be even more chaotic, and it will gradually become an organization composed of twelve wizards."

"I can probably imagine the difficulties that will be encountered in canceling the board of directors-complaints from parents, and financial problems. On the contrary, it is difficult for the Ministry of Magic to intervene-maybe in the future, but at least there is no need to worry about it for now. After all, It wasn't long before there was a scandal involving Malfoy threatening other board members, and that would get them in trouble."

"Issues about complaints may make the business of the Owl Post Office boom temporarily, but the school has sufficient experience in this area. The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, which changes every year, has made me suffer a lot of complaints."

"Only the economic aspect—such as the salaries of the professors, and the funds needed for the normal maintenance of the school, have you considered these issues? Or are you going to pay for it yourself?"

Toby was surprised by Dumbledore's kind words, but he quickly realized, waved his hand and said, "I'm not that generous, and Al won't agree. But—"

Toby's tone changed, and he said mysteriously: "Maybe it's time to set up an institution dedicated to Hogwarts, I want to name it the Black Devil Foundation—"

"Sounds good." Dumbledore nodded.

what?
Before Toby finished speaking, he had already thought of another plan, using the name of the Ayer Foundation.

"Go ahead and do it." Dumbledore smiled and said, "I believe you have the ability."
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Since living in the Leaky Cauldron, Harry has practiced the Devil's Curse every day on his recorder, hoping to get revenge on Sirius Black.

Of course, Harry didn't stay in the room all day, he knew he had to find an opportunity to show his face so that Sirius knew he was living here-in fact, he didn't have to do it on purpose at all. On the second day in the bar, Fudge came over in person and indirectly asked him why he had to go out alone.

"Because I was looking for inspiration for my holiday homework." Harry said slurred at first, but soon became sincere: "And I really don't want to live with the Dursleys, anyway, I have A lot of money."

Harry was sure it was the second paragraph that convinced Fudge, because Fudge didn't seem to like Muggles very much, and his attitude towards them was not considered to be serious.

In short, after finally dealing with Fudge, Harry was completely free.

He found that this was the happiest vacation he had ever had. Not only was he able to visit all the beautiful scenery in one room during tutoring, but now——he could get up whenever he wanted, eat whatever he liked Eat whatever you want and go wherever you want.

Although the scope can only be in Diagon Alley (it was Toby's request at first, and later Fudge also wanted Harry to do the same), but Harry didn't feel wronged at all, otherwise where else could he go?

Diagon Alley alone is enough for him to be dazzled.

Harry ate breakfast at the Leaky Cauldron every morning, and he liked to eyeball the other customers: the odd-looking little witch from the country, who came out early in the morning to shop; odd team rankings; unkempt wizards; noisy dwarves. Once, there was a figure who looked like an old hag, wrapped in a thick woolen coat with a balaclava, asking A plate of raw liver.

After breakfast, Harry went into the backyard, took out his wand, tapped on the third brick from the left above the dustbin, and stepped back to watch the Diagon Alley gate burst open in the wall.

On those long sunny days, Harry wandered in and out of the shops and ate under brightly colored parasols outside the café.The diners he dined with showed each other their purchases (“It’s a moonscope, old man—no more fiddling with moon charts, eh?”) or talked about the Sirius Black case ( "Personally, I wouldn't let my child go out alone until he returned to Azkaban").

Now he can sit in the bright sunshine outside Florin Fusco's ice cream parlor, finishing his theses, with Florin Fusco's help sometimes, and not only does he know a lot about medieval witch-burnings , and gave Harry a free ice cream every half hour.

Harry also saw the Firebolt, the upcoming new broom in Diagon Alley.

That made Harry so tempted that he wanted to buy it right away, but he couldn't do it because he had to spend money wisely, and Harry didn't know what else he could do if he had spent all his parents' inheritance.

He took some of the money from Gringotts and filled his purse, resisting the urge to spend it all.

But soon, Harry found himself failing.

It seems that overnight, the whole Diagon Alley has undergone some uniform changes. In every shop that Harry can name, there is a small mailbox, white and long tube. In the middle, a black snuffer was drawn jumping back and forth, which was obviously the appearance of Mr. Al, and then circles of patterns flashed on its head, and Harry recognized unicorn feathers and devil vines , the duel tournament champion and the magic skills of the famous Animagus, plus a bunch of magic potions, including Wolfsbane Potion.

The most famous of them is the Firebolt, which is more conspicuous than anything else on the top of the circle pattern.

In Lihen Bookstore, many customers were looking at this "mailbox" curiously. Harry found the manager and asked curiously, "What is this?"

"It's a wish box." The manager said distressedly.

"What?" Harry didn't understand why the manager showed this expression: "What is a wish box?"

"There are instructions on the side." The manager became more frustrated: "But remember to take care of your wallet and don't spend all the books."

Harry walked to the side of the wish box in a daze, and saw a gleaming text——

[Wish box - fulfill the wishes of wizards. 】

[Only need one silver Sickle!Yes, you read that right!You only need to put a silver Sickle into the plug, and you can randomly draw any prize, and you will never fail! 】

[Try it! 】

A wizard has already tried to stuff a Nut into the narrow plug. The Xixiu on the wish box immediately looked up and looked up. The circle of patterns moved so fast that it made people lose sight of it. Eye, and finally slowed down slowly, a pattern stopped on the top of Xixiu's head, and then there was a splash in the wish box, and the iron door in front opened automatically.

"Congratulations! "Ancient Magic" is written by the famous archaeologist Toby Highmore! I hope you enjoy reading it and study ancient magic with your heart!"

Fortunately, this is an adult wizard. For a new book, the price of a silver Sickle is not expensive, even cheaper than most second-hand books.

Harry stared dumbfounded as this one left contented, and then the next student, who looked older than Harry, dropped a silver Sickle into the gag as well.

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded again.

"Congratulations! A copy of "Duel Skills", don't underestimate this book, it comes from a duel champion, and it comes with many interesting spells, quite [interesting]."

The last funny thing is going to be a lot more meaningful.

The student was a little disappointed at first, but after looking around for a while, he seemed to have found some treasure, wrapped it in his arms and left quietly, not knowing what was shady.

Then Harry saw many unusual treasures—a unicorn tail feather worth ten Galleons, dragon blood, two silver Sickles, four Knuts, and a lucky one who won the Wolfsbane potion and was drawn It was perfectly packaged in an unbreakable bottle, and the worst thing was "Ancient Magic and Magic Circle"—well, maybe "Ancient Magic" was the worst.

Harry shook his head violently, trying to get rid of these thoughts. He found that all the prizes except the Firebolt had been drawn once, and more and more people gathered around, crowding the shop to the brim.

"I advise you not to think about it." The manager seemed to sense what was going on in Harry's mind, and he persuaded: "I spent more than ten Galleons in the first time I installed the wish box yesterday, but I didn't draw it once. Hit the Firebolt."

More than a dozen Galleons?
Harry blinked, he seemed to understand why the other party looked so sad.

Miraculously, Harry still didn't listen to the manager's advice. He walked towards the wish box amidst the other party's sigh. The Harry of the past felt like he was on a pilgrimage.

Under the eyes of everyone, Harry tremblingly took out a silver Sickle, and stuffed it into the narrow opening with difficulty.

Just once, just once.
He secretly hoped, staring intently at the circling prizes, and clenched his fists involuntarily.

Time seems to be slowed down countless times in a moment, and the aperture slowly slows down—"Ancient Magic", "Ancient Magic", why is it still "Ancient Magic"?
This is--

Harry heard countless gasps behind him, his mouth was opened wide, and the Nixiu on the wish box spun around like a tornado, then stopped abruptly and made a cool pose posture.

"Firebolt! Congratulations!"

Just such a simple sentence completely ignited the atmosphere in the entire bookstore, as if those people were the ones who got the prize, they hugged Harry one after another, and stuffed a silver coin with a firebolt pattern into Harry's hand , with this, it can be exchanged for the Firebolt as soon as it goes on the market, which can be regarded as a voucher.

Inquiries about exchange prices rang out one after another. At some point, Harry saw Professor Highmore standing outside the door, holding an exaggerated camera in his hand, and shouted at himself: "Stand still, Harry! Don't look so dull! Lift up the silver coin! Lift it higher!"

"Okay, Al, grab the flash! One, two, three!"

After taking the photo, Toby handed the camera and flash to the manager of the bookstore, and then squeezed through the crowd with Al, hugged Harry's shoulders from left to right, and smiled at the surrounding crowd: "Hi everyone, I It's the inventor of the Wish Box, Toby Highmore. Let's congratulate Mr. Harry Potter for getting his first Firebolt! Yes, you heard me right! This is just the first one, and we set up a total of After the prize pool of ten Firebolts has been exhausted, there are still nine left! Maybe only nine Silver Sickles are needed, only nine Silver Sickles!"

At the same time, the manager of the bookstore took a group photo for them—surrounded by the crowd excitedly flocking to the wish box, Toby showed an excited smile that he had never had before, and raised his fist high, Al Performing the iconic action of winning the big prize on the box, Harry held up the silver coin voucher with a dull expression, and it was deliberately moved to the same height as the scar, which was very conspicuous.

Five minutes later, the three came to the seats in the ice cream shop. Toby ordered a chocolate cone, a creamy lemon ice, and a nut sundae, and then handed the chocolate cone to Harry. Al took away the nut sundae and licked it, covered his head vigorously after taking a bite, and shook it vigorously, and then took another bite.

Toby held a magic book that looked very much like "The Quibbler" in his hand. He turned to the middle and looked down for a while, and Al grabbed his head and looked at it. The numbers on it made him excited. screamed.

After hollowing out the lemon ice, Toby put down the spoon, looked up at Harry, and almost fell off the chair when he said:
"Do you want to play the Quidditch World Cup, Harry?"
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Ask for a monthly ticket, thank you!

(End of this chapter)