Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 215 Unknown and Good Luck

"Memory balls that indicate the importance? How ridiculous—"

The arm holding the quill suddenly became uncontrollable.

"A laudable idea—"

Draco raised his palm all of a sudden, his face became very ugly, he gritted his teeth and said to Neville who hadn't seen enough: "You passed, quickly get your trash and get out of here!"

Suddenly, his arm became uncontrollable again, and he rigidly held the quill pen and carved on the table: "Different color changes, maybe I can also try to add this, and change badges according to pious intentions , let more people enjoy the glory of Slytherin, and the power of Professor Highmore—”

"enough!"

Malfoy said viciously, he raised his arms suddenly, and when he looked up, he found that the people around him were staring at him with strange eyes.

"It turns out that you also admire Professor Highmore." Neville sneered. "That's right. Compared with you guys, Professor Highmore is the most powerful Slytherin. No one can compare."

He walked away proudly, but more crowds came and surrounded Slaterin's long table tightly.

The most frightening thing is that once Draco wants to refuse, the pen of truth will forcibly control his arm to write the content of the review, most of which are insincere words. Can't even get hold of the pie.

"Get out of here!"

He threw the pen of truth away with all his strength, but watched it fly back, poking his head again and again, and he couldn't avoid it no matter what.

Harry looked gloatingly, he squeezed through the crowd and shouted: "Quick! Come and see if my flute symbol meets the requirements!"

Ron also yelled, "And my sweater!"

"What are you all doing here?!"

At the critical moment, it was still Snape who stepped forward, and the moment he appeared, the temperature in the auditorium dropped by three points.

"Don't you need to have breakfast? Don't you need to preview your homework in advance?! If you think so, I can promise you now—"

Facing Snape's gloomy "promise", the students fled in all directions.Draco was still tilting his neck to avoid the attack of the quill, but was firmly grabbed by Snape's outstretched palm, and walked all the way to the teacher's desk.

"Good morning, Severus." Toby said leisurely, "You don't still miss Lucius' kindness, do you? What did he do for you? Could it be that he recruited you into that evil organizational?"

"Shut up," said Snape, twisting his face. "Don't let me see you trying to mess with my house again, and don't think I don't know what you're up to—"

"Your house?" Toby's tone suddenly rose an octave: "This is so funny, you think it's your house? Think about it carefully, who is better than Slytherin-- "

At this time, Lupine interrupted the quarrel between the two: "The students are still watching."

Snape stared at Lupine with a spiteful look, no less angry than at Toby.

After throwing the pen of truth back in front of Toby, Snape turned around angrily, so angry that he didn't even eat breakfast.

Lupine smiled helplessly at Toby, but Toby didn't respond, but fiddled with the pen of truth back and forth.

While Al was grimacing at Snape's back, Toby threw the pen of truth into the air, and flew directly along the long table back to the terrified Draco.Fortunately, this time it didn't poke Draco's head again, but Professor Haimer's voice came from it: "The meal time is safe in the future."

Is it only meal time?
Draco turned pale with fright, couldn't even guarantee the time to sleep?
In the direction of the long table in Gryffindor, Harry and Ron looked away in disappointment. The scene of the duel they were looking forward to did not happen.

Hermione glared at them angrily.

"What are you all thinking about?!" She questioned: "Even if you don't focus on your studies, you should at least focus on the prizes for inventions. You can't really let Slytherin win the final championship." Bar?"

Ron thought of a large sum of gold, he clenched his fist and said, "How could they make this money!"

Harry also thought of the Firebolt certificate that was confiscated, and became excited at the same time: "You are right, Hermione, even if you want to get the Firebolt back, you have to do this! By the way, what is the next lesson? Ancient magic class?"

"No." Hermione opened the schedule and said, "It's a divination class. I haven't learned divination yet. I hope it will be more interesting."

The divination classroom is on the top of the North Tower, very far away.

The three finished their breakfast quickly, and when they passed the Slytherin table, they found that Malfoy was eager to fill his stomach, rolled his eyes until he choked, and Crabbe and Goyle slapped him on the back forcefully, looking like he was about to Slapped him to death.

The classroom for the divination class was hard to find, and the three of them struggled to get to the north tower with the help of a knight in an oil painting.

"I'll let you off this time, evil disciple of the black devil!"

"Let me not see you doing evil," cried the knight, "just Ser Cadogan will not let you go!"

The three of them watched blankly as the knight fell off the fat little gray zebra horse, hurriedly crossed the portrait to catch up, and accidentally fell again.

"How dare you speak ill of Professor Haimer so blatantly?"

"Can the professor do the confinement with the portrait?"

"Maybe it's true. It seems right to say that. He is quite brave, but his brain is not very good."

They climbed the last few stairs to a small landing where most of the class had gathered.There was not a single door on the platform.Ron nudged Harry and pointed to the ceiling, where there was a circular trapdoor with a brass plaque embedded in it.

"Sybill Trelawney, Divination teacher," Harry read, "but how do you get there?"

As if in answer to his question, the trapdoor swung open and a silver ladder lowered, landing right at Harry's feet.Everyone quiet down.

On the top of the ladder was the strangest classroom the students had ever seen except for the special ancient magic classroom last semester.

In fact, it didn't look like a classroom at all, but more like a mixture of an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse, with at least twenty small round tables crowded around them, surrounded by calico armchairs and bulging futons.

Everything in the room was illuminated by a dim red light, the curtains were drawn tightly, and many lamps were covered with large crimson scarves.It was suffocatingly hot here, and under the well-placed mantelpiece a fire was burning, and on it stood a great brass teapot, giving off a strong, sickly smell. .

Along the circular wall were shelves crowded with dirty quills, candle stubs, many battered playing cards, innumerable silver crystal balls, and a great heap of teacups.

Suddenly a voice came from the shadows, a soft, inarticulate voice.

"Welcome," said the voice, "it is great to finally meet you in the physical world."

Harry's first impression was that he saw a large, shiny insect.Professor Trelawney walked into the firelight, and they found that she was very thin, her eyes were magnified several times by a pair of large glasses, and she was wearing a thin and transparent shawl with many glittering metal pieces.On her long thin neck were innumerable beads and chains, and on her arms and hands were many bracelets and rings.

"Sit down, my children, sit down," she said, and the students scrambled into armchairs or slumped on futons.Harry, Ron and Hermione sat around the same table.

"Welcome to Divination," said Professor Trelawney, sitting in an easy chair in front of the fire, "I am Professor Trelawney. You have probably never met me before. I find that often Descending into the clutter and noise of campus life would cloud my celestial vision."

This divination class was obviously different from Hermione's imagination, not only because of Professor Trelawney's statement that the textbook was useless, but also because the professor frightened the students by saying a few prophecies casually.

They used tea leaves for divination in their first class, Harry and Ron's teacups were filled, they returned to the table, and drank the scalding tea in three gulps.Following Professor Trelawney's instructions, they shook the tea leaves a few times, drained the tea, and exchanged cups.

"What can you see in my glass?"

"A soggy, brown mass."

"Open up your mind, my dear, let your eyes go beyond the boundaries of the world!" Professor Trelawney's voice sounded in the dimly lit classroom.

Harry braced himself.

After trying to compare it with "Picking Through the Fog to See the Future" for a while, Professor Trelawney suddenly turned around and walked towards them.

"Let me see, honey," she said to Ron disapprovingly, walking quickly over and snatching Harry's teacup from him.The students all quieted down and watched.

Professor Trelawney stared at the teacup, turning it counterclockwise.

"Eagle dear, you have a deadly enemy."

"It's something everyone knows." Hermione said it deliberately for everyone to hear.Professor Trelawney glared at her.

"Yeah," said Hermione, "everyone knows about Harry and You-Know-Who."

Harry and Ron looked at her in a mixture of surprise and admiration.They had never heard Hermione talk to a teacher like that before.Professor Trelawney did not answer.She looked down at Harry's teacup again with her frighteningly large eyes, and continued to turn it around.

"A bludgeon attack. Goodness, goodness, that's not a pleasant cup"

"I thought it was a bowler hat," said Ron awkwardly.

"Skull. Danger is on your way, dear."

Everyone stared blankly at Professor Trelawney, who turned the glass one last time, gasped and screamed.

"My dear boy—my poor dear boy—no—better not to say—don't ask me."

"What is it, Professor?" Dean Thomas asked immediately.Everyone stood up, slowly gathered around Harry and Ron's table, approached Professor Trelawney's chair, and looked carefully at Harry's teacup.

"My dear," said Professor Trelawney, opening a pair of huge eyes suddenly, "you have 'ominous'."

"What?" Harry asked.

He could see that he wasn't the only one who didn't understand.Dean Thomas shrugged at him, Lavender Brown looked puzzled, but everyone else put their hands over their mouths in almost horror.

"Ominous, dear, ominous!" cried Professor Trelawney, who seemed shocked to see that Harry did not understand. "That big, sinister dog that haunts the graveyard! My dear boy, it An omen—the worst omen—the omen of death!"

Big dog?

Suddenly, Harry found his grip relaxed.

Professor Highmore had told him that Sirius Black's Animagus was a big black dog.

But Harry is not afraid of him at all, not only because of the skull used to contact Professor Highmore, but also because he already has the means to protect himself-the devil, which can even defeat the dementor.

"What about the color?" He asked calmly, "Is the dog in the cemetery black?"

"What?" Professor Trelawney was stunned.

"Could it be Dalmatians?" Harry demanded, but Professor Highmore hadn't told him if the Dalmatians were Black in disguise.

Professor Trelawney suddenly became very annoyed. She seemed to think that Harry was playing tricks on her on purpose.

"I think today's class will end here." She said angrily, driving the students out of the classroom, unwilling to say another word.

Without a word, Harry, Ron and Hermione descended Professor Trelawney's ladder, down the spiral staircase, and rushed to Professor Highmore's ancient magic class.

"Don't tell me you think it's true too," said Harry, looking at Ron, not expecting him to avert his gaze.

"I had an uncle," said Ron worriedly. "He saw a big dog and he died - within 24 hours."

"Are you serious?" Harry asked in surprise, "Big Dog, don't you understand? Could it be that Black was also what your uncle saw? If it was true, wouldn't I have died a long time ago?"

"Harry is right." Hermione agreed, "The divination class is worse than I thought. What do you mean you can't learn from textbooks?"

"You don't understand." Ron said quietly, "Maybe he thought my uncle was not as lucky as you to meet Professor Highmore, not everyone has the chance to meet the black devil."

The classroom of the ancient magic class has vacated a lot of space. The desk and chairs have been moved together and placed at the back of the classroom. By the way, this place has been restored to its original state. Much brighter.

"What happened to you?"

As soon as the students came in, Toby noticed their strangeness: "Is there anything I don't know? You have to calm down quickly, otherwise you won't be able to study ritual magic seriously, and be careful to become a devil or something."

The students were already used to Professor Haimer's "intimidation", and they stood obediently in the middle of the classroom.Hermione, who likes to raise her hand, told her about the things in the divination class.

"Unknown?" Toby stared at Harry with interest: "Have you also been predicted to be unknown?"

and also?
Among the curious eyes, Harry said in surprise: "Professor, you also—"

"Yeah." Toby waved his hand and said, "But it wasn't at school, but when I was doing archaeology later, the specific situation—well, it's very complicated, it's related to a temple, where the scepter came from. Here it is. And Angela, do you still remember Professor Angela? It was an adventure I took with her, to be honest, I suspect that she is the one who infected me with the ominous. "

The students wanted to continue listening, but Toby had no intention of telling the inside story.

"And then, Professor?" Harry asked boldly, "What happened then?"

"Of course he almost died." Toby said carelessly, ignoring Harry's pale face. There is a way to save you."

"Let's officially start the first class of this semester—mysterious and dangerous ritual magic!"

Harry couldn't help but suspect that Professor Highmore had said that on purpose, since he always had a way of relating anything to the classroom.

On the blackboard, Al scribbled down two words, and Toby stood on the podium and said: "Emotions, and rituals, these are the two most critical contents in ritual magic, not only different from the magic you are learning now The same, even the magic circle is very different-in fact, I have always suspected that the magic circle was created on purpose to oppose the existence of ritual magic, but there are actually some special connections between the two, This part of the content is very complicated, and it’s not time to formally study it.”

"Speaking formally about ritual magic, it's not difficult to understand the rituals and emotions - emotions can be good or bad, and rituals are the same, maybe you just need to whistle, snap your fingers, or something more complicated and evil some, such as"

Toby suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Murder, killing innocent lives, or causing war, it's all possible."

The classroom suddenly became silent, and a needle could be heard falling.

Satisfied with the students' reactions, Toby said, "But how could I let you take this kind of risk? In order to reduce the difficulty and prevent you from being occupied by evil thoughts, I deliberately set two restrictions—one It is to use magic circle items to cast ritual magic, and the second is to pass the test of last semester to judge the ability-fortunately, you all passed, otherwise this year's course will not be easy to start."

"Let's talk about divination."

The students were confused when they heard that Professor Haimer suddenly changed the topic to divination: "I don't like divination very much, because I made a discovery by accident—that is, no good things happen in the result of divination. Only bad results will be divined out."

"Although you can check the information to see if what I said is true."

"So, under this premise, I will use a more harmless way to start this semester's course—use your magic circle items to perform ritual divination to achieve good things."

"Trust me, kids."

Toby smiled and said, "It will work, because I have personally verified that not only bad luck will happen to us, but good luck will also happen to us."

(End of this chapter)