Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 217 Magic Car
The divination of ritual magic is not omnipotent, it is easy to be interfered in the face of more powerful magic and strength.
Harry thought carefully about this passage when Professor Highmore left.

He, Ron, and Hermione's divination results for Hagrid's first class were not good, and now Draco was indeed injured by the "textbook", which was obviously a bad result.

But it doesn't seem to be all bad, because the pen of truth has written Draco's thoughts.Draco knew that this injury was nothing, and he just wanted to simply frame Hagrid.

Is the stroke of truth just more powerful magic?

Harry turned his head to look, and found that Hermione was looking at him just now, her eyes flickered with thought, and then became a little bit excited.

"I know!" Hermione said with suppressed excitement: "It's the Patronus! In the general ritual taught by Professor Haimer, we are actually asking for help from our Patronus! Even stronger power will lead to errors in the divination results of general rituals!"

"But we can't summon the patron saint now, and of course it will be easy to interfere with the divination results."

"It's no wonder that Professor Haimer asked us to practice with Bibi's multi-flavored beans at the beginning, because it is not a powerful magic. But the pen of truth is different, it can easily interfere with the result."

"I finally know how to write the homework of the ancient magic class - as long as it is written from the direction of strengthening the accuracy of divination. Emotions are related to the patron saint. The stronger the patron saint, the more accurate the divination results. There are also rituals, we are now I only use general rituals, and I have to find a ritual that is unique to my own magic circle items, which is much more useful than general rituals."

Harry also figured it out, and he saw Mr. Al, who stayed at the side of the paddock to help maintain order, nodded approvingly at Hermione.

"Wait a minute!" Hermione suddenly enlightened while being happy: "Then how did Mr. Al succeed in class? Can you also summon your own patron saint? I have never heard that Xixiu has such a thing. ability"

"Yeah!" Al floated over to interrupt Hermione's thinking. It stretched out its claws, raised four fingers, and stretched out in front of Hermione solemnly.

"Four points to Gryffindor?" Harry asked curiously.

"Yeah." Al nodded in satisfaction.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other again, feeling inexplicably bought off.

At this moment, Ron suddenly yelled "Ah!"

"What's wrong?" Harry asked anxiously.

Ron stretched out his finger and pointed to the direction where Professor Highmore disappeared in the sky. He shouted in surprise, "Hagrid, why doesn't Professor Highmore need to salute Buckbeak, and just ride away on Buckbeak?"

Hagrid, who was looking up at the sky in a panic, was stopped.

"Yes." He faintly felt something was wrong: "Could it be that they have known each other for a long time? Oh, my little baby"

Hagrid felt betrayed.

"It should be scared by Professor Highmore." Harry tugged at Ron's sleeve and said, "Did you see the movements between Professor Highmore, as if he was going to crush Buckbeak's head, maybe It's just that I was wrong."

Ron accepted the statement.

"Oh!"

He yelled out again.

"What are you screaming about again?" Draco who was lying on the ground yelled impatiently, no one helped him up now, which made him upset, and he didn't know whether he should continue to make trouble, so he simply let go of his anger Sprinkled on Ron: "Did you see gold in the sky? Have a good dream."

Ron glanced at Malfoy with contempt, and then said worriedly: "I remember the headmaster announced at the beginning of the school year that there are dementors all around the school. Will Professor Hammer not attract their attention?"

For a moment, the students around the paddock were all quiet.

They focused their attention on Al, even Hagrid was no exception.

"ah?"

Al turned his head in confusion, no one could interpret what it was saying.

It vaguely feels like this little question should be asked?
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It was as if someone had turned off the volume, and Buckbeak suddenly became deaf. He saw nearly a hundred dementors floating in the sky, and all of them surrounded him. His head was pressed tightly, and he couldn't turn his head. He could only hear him say calmly: "Did you see a blue car?"

He seemed to be talking to a dementor, completely unaffected by the breath of despair.

This is something that only black wizards can do.

After a few seconds, Buckbeak heard the wizard on him spit twice impatiently.

"A bunch of trash! I can't even see such a small place! I didn't find any clues!"

The dementors were getting angry, and they were getting closer and closer, and Buckbeak couldn't help shivering.

At this moment, it caught a glimpse of a white stick appearing beside it, which was held by the wizard on it.

"Get out of here!"

A colder breath than a dementor came from behind, and Buckbeak was frozen to death.

After it regained consciousness, it found that the dementors had disappeared, and the familiar strength reappeared on its head, turning the direction forcefully.

"Fly to the west, hurry up!"

Toby urged impatiently, feeling terrible.

He couldn't understand how the group of dementors couldn't find Sirius. Could it be that he drove over after turning into a big black dog?

Can the claws of an Animagus grip the steering wheel?
Facing the violent wind blowing, the eyes behind the thick hair searched the ground carefully, always observing whether there were traces left.

It didn't take long for Toby to make a new discovery.

"Go over there! Quick!"

This place has broken away from the scope of the Forbidden Forest and is located in a remote wilderness.

Mr. Weasley's magic car stayed there quietly, and Toby squinted and walked over.

The car was empty and there was no one there.

Only then did Toby understand why the dementors couldn't find anything, because the car flew over alone, without anyone driving it.

After a moment of silence, Toby opened the door and sat in the driver's seat.

At this time, the radio in the car rang, constantly fiddled with the channel automatically, and the sound was intermittent.

"Who is. at. there."

"Can't you see me?" Toby said in a deep voice, "Can't even hear my voice?"

The sound of the radio changed again.

"Damn it. How could it be. Find you here. It's not Dumbledore"

"Sirius Black?" Toby's eyes narrowed further. "Is that you? Where are you?"

"In a place where .you'll never find .."

"Hell? You still know how to be ashamed, and finally you are willing to apologize for James and Lily?"

"Shut up. Dying guy. You don't understand"

"You don't need to curse me to death." Toby interrupted: "How did you escape? Or did you become a car? Don't worry, I will bury you well."

The storage port of the co-pilot's seat was suddenly opened. Toby looked over and found several transparent bottles inside.

"It turned out to be a multi-flavored juice. You just relied on these things to get this far? It seems that someone is indeed researching the magic ball. The multi-flavored juice has become your temporary scepter. Am I right?"

"That's right."

Sirius seemed to be in a bad situation, otherwise he would not have been willing to answer Toby's question.

"Where's Regulus?" Toby asked suddenly, "You brothers are reunited?"

But Sirius did not answer this question.

A request came from the radio.

"Catch. Ron Weasley's pet Scabbers. It's Peter Pettigrew. Turned into. I switched Secret Keeper identities with him at the end. He's the one who killed James...and... Lily"

In the face of this amazing secret, Toby remained silent.

The radio continued to ring.

"As long as you do it. I'll tell you. Why. Will. Die imminent"

Toby remained silent.

After a few minutes, he sighed: "I didn't expect that you would find a day to cooperate with me. It's really rare."

"If you want me to say it's better, you tell me where you are now, and then return the magic ball to me, and I can help you out of trouble, and I can also help you avenge, or even clear up your grievances. What do you think of this condition?"

As he spoke, he gripped the scepter tightly, and at the same time quietly stretched out his palm towards the radio.

A thick red fog surged around the radio, and Toby's palm penetrated the fog and seemed to extend into the radio as well.

"hiss!"

Toby withdrew his palm suddenly, frowning and staring at the scars on his hand - dense marks, as if cut by sharp objects.

There are tiny sawdust in his nails, which remind Toby of the also missing plant Animagus.

The radio stopped answering.
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Under the tower of Nurmengard.

Regulus hastily put the three-in-one collection into the dotted coffin, expending so much effort that he almost didn't put himself in it.

After finally finishing his work, he looked at the ruined stone house and waved his wand, causing the stones to fly away, revealing Sirius with a bruised face underneath, who was huddled in a corner, but fortunately nothing serious happened.

"What's wrong with you?" Regulus ran over to ask, and then frowned: "You caused the trouble just now?"

Sirius seemed to faint, his eyes were closed, and he said nothing.

Regulus hurriedly went to find the herb box.

Just when he turned his back on his back, Sirius' eyes quietly opened, and his body began to change, turning into a huge black dog, which suddenly jumped up and kicked Regulus away, making him The magic wand in his hand also flew out.

"What are you doing?!"

Regulus questioned, his face contorted in pain, the kick that Sirius just kicked was not light.

He turned around, only to see Sirius pointing his wand at him.

"Dizzy!" he yelled.

The spell hit Regulus, who threw himself back and passed out on the grass.

Sirius lowered his body a little bit. He lifted his clothes and saw that his abdomen was bruised and swollen from the stone, and his shoulders were also purple.

He hissed in pain and moved a little bit, far away from the coffin, and applied the potion for trauma to his body.

After waiting for a while, Sirius glanced at the motionless coffin, then turned his gaze to Regulus on the grass, and silently cast a stun spell.

"You'll never learn to be smart."

He whispered, "A whole new wizarding world. Look what the hell you're working on now! I'm not going to accompany you in these evil experiments. Just wait, I'll catch Peter Pettigrew myself. Bee Highmore"

Sirius thought of the palm that had just penetrated through the drink, which was also the cause of the movement of the coffin.

He finally said angrily:
"This scheming guy just let him die!"

Toby flew back to Hogwarts on Buckbeak and landed slowly on the edge of the paddock.Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Al who had been waiting here immediately surrounded him.

"Where's Hagrid?"

Toby asked, patted Buckbeak's body, and let him go back into the Forbidden Forest by himself.

"He sent Malfoy to the school hospital." Hermione said, "The other students also dismissed classes early."

Toby nodded. He glanced at the three of them casually, and his eyes inadvertently passed the curiosity on Ron's face. He knew what they were thinking in their hearts and why they were waiting here.

"I tried to look for it." He shook his head and said, "But unfortunately, I didn't find any clues. You must have read it wrong, Harry."

A regretful expression appeared on Harry's face: "Sorry, Professor, I"

"There's nothing to be sorry about." Toby interrupted: "You did a good job this time. Even if you don't get any results, if you find anything wrong, you should notify me in time, just like this time. Do you hear me clearly? ?”

"Listen, Professor!" Harry clenched his fists.

Toby nodded, and he took Al out of the paddock and returned to Hogwarts Castle.

As soon as they walked into the office, Al couldn't help pulling Toby's hair and asking questions.

"There are some circumstances."

Toby murmured, obviously different from the answer just now.

He looked at Al and whispered, "Do you think it's possible to successfully cast Legilimency on a closed-minded person at a distance with something like multi-flavored juice?"

Al looked at Toby as if he was looking at a fool, and curled his lips in dissatisfaction, imitating Lupin's way of telling this joke is not funny at all.

"Of course I know it's impossible."

Toby's tone dropped slowly: "But why would Sirius know that my death is imminent? Where did he get the news?"

"I distinctly remember the night Snape almost died at school, he was outside the Whomping Willow"
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The trio returned to the castle where they happened to meet Hagrid coming out of the school hospital.

"Is Malfoy's injury serious?" Harry asked quickly, "Will that affect you?"

"No." Hagrid said happily: "Fortunately, Al arrived in time, and Malfoy has been discharged from the hospital, and he doesn't even need to stay for one night. I don't know where Toby found him. Is there any brother?" sisters or something"

Ron's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly suggested: "Then how about we learn about Xixiu in the next class? Teach us how to take care of Xixiu, and take it as a thank you to Mr. Al."

"Is this really feasible?" Hagrid was about to move again: "I have prepared a lot of cuties for this semester's courses, so wouldn't they be useless? Ever since Aragog left, I have been working from seek comfort in them."

Hermione was also in a hurry, she said quickly: "Don't you think this is a good idea, Hagrid? If Mr. Al wasn't there, you would have been fired if you weren't! And Buckbeak, Will it be punished too?"

When Hagrid thought of this possibility, he almost burst into tears, his eyes turned red, and he said sadly, "I see, thank you."

After Hagrid left, the trio breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you Mr. Al." Ron said sincerely.

They had dinner together, and then returned to the common room, ready to complete the ancient magic homework - thanks to Professor Haimer's ardent teaching, students never dared to put off the homework of this course, all in the first time is done.

"What's the Patronus spell?" Ron asked, biting the tip of his pen.

"It's the guard of God." Hermione suddenly pushed the homework away and said, her face looked a little heavy.

"I just can't remember it for the time being." Ron was shocked: "There's no need to be so serious, right?"

Harry probably guessed what Hermione was thinking.

"Listen to me." He also said seriously: "I know that you may still want to take risks, but I have indeed made plans. Professor Haimer is very reliable, and he also uses his vacation time to help me with my homework. I can't do anything wrong with him anymore."

After he finished speaking these words in a serious manner, he found that both of them were staring at him with strange eyes.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked confused.

"Listen to me." Ron tried to imitate Harry's tone and said, "I understand what you mean, but I really didn't expect that there would be a day when you specifically told us. It's really strange."

"Yeah." Hermione said, "I don't know who advised you not to be so radical before? Let me think about it carefully. Oh, it turned out to be me and Ron."

Harry's face turned red.

"Then what's wrong with you?" He deliberately changed the subject.

Ron chuckled twice, then looked at Hermione equally curiously.

"On the one hand, it's because of the magic circle item." Hermione said with a headache, "The flame bottle is not bad, but it's still not as good as Digory's self-casting wand. I'm hesitating whether to hurry up and make a new one." .”

Harry thought of his own flute, which was "Wedding March", and he hadn't had time to change it.

His face turned even redder with shame.

Ron didn't like the subject, and studying hard was too far away from him.

"What about the other side?" he asked.

Hermione hesitated longer.

After a while, she lowered her voice and said, "Don't you think Mr. Al is a bit weird?"

"There's nothing to be alarmed about." Ron lost interest as soon as he heard it: "How can Professor Haimer's collection be as scary as it is weird? He is a very famous archaeologist. I've heard Bill say it." , Professor Highmore is something of a legend in the local Gringotts."

"That's it." Hermione suddenly became excited: "Collectors, and archaeologists. Do you think there is a possibility that Mr. Al was also discovered by archaeology? Otherwise, how can there be a Nixie who can cast magic?" ? Even if you don’t use a wand, an indirect scepter is pretty much the same.”

Harry looked at Hermione in shock: "No wonder you didn't pick on Professor Highmore just now, so it was Mr. Al's idea that you did! Don't you already have a pet?"

"It has nothing to do with pets." Hermione shook her head and said, "I'm just curious about the origin of Mr. Al."

"Yeah." Ron sarcastically said, "I'm also curious about where your little tiger came from. Maybe it used to be a neighbor with Mr. Al."

(End of this chapter)