Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 243 Eternal Life, or Eternal Life

Office of Ancient Magic.

"To-by-Hy-Mo!"

Angela walked around the desk angrily, turning round and round: "You can't just call me over so casually, and then tell me it's just a joke. Don't forget, I'm Wa The vice principal of Jiadu has a higher position than you, but he is usually very busy!"

Al was holding a handful of Bibi's multi-flavored beans, and it raised its head blankly: "Huh? (Do you really have a job? Tell me.)"

Angela stared at Al angrily. She snatched all the multi-flavored beans suddenly, stuffed them into her mouth, and said vaguely: "What does this have to do with you? You don't even have an official position." Nothing at all, don't get involved in the wizard's business—"

Al was not angry at all, he took out a pocket watch, stared at the star pointer on it, and counted down silently in his heart.

"Ya-ya-ya!"

"It's killing me!"

Angela spewed out flames from her nose and mouth, her face suddenly became the same color as a ruby, and her hair exploded a little bit.

"Where's the milk? Give me something hungry and thirsty! What do you usually eat? Why is it so strong? You won't become full of alcohol like Toby in the future, it smells so bad."

Toby, who was thinking about it, came back to his senses. He glanced at Angela who was swallowing ice lemon juice, and then looked at the multi-flavored beans that Al secretly stuffed in his hand, and then raised a stick finger--

"boom!"

"Yeah yah!"

Al clutched his forehead and rushed towards Toby. He easily grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him up, his short claws couldn't reach it.

"Stop it."

Toby put Al down, patted the remaining chili powder on his palm and said, "You guys help me think about it, why doesn't the principal refuse to lend me the crown? He would rather go to see Helena in person than Why do you do this?"

Angela flapped her palms back and forth in front of her mouth, and she hissed and said, "What else could it be—hiss—it's not you—hiss—doing too many bad things—hiss—as a result Be targeted by Dumbledore. If I say you should leave Hogwarts as soon as possible, this may be Dumbledore's warning to you, if you do something wrong again, maybe something will happen."

Angela has always wanted to persuade Toby to leave Hogwarts, and it is best not to come back again. She thinks that one day these two people will become enemies because of their different ideas, and whoever wins and who loses at that time—OK Well, of course Toby has the least chance of winning, so Angela hopes that Toby can leave quickly.

Al didn't agree, but it vaguely had the same meaning, and stared at Toby in a daze, without saying a word.

Toby rubbed its little furry head and said, "That's no good, I finally came back, how could I leave so easily. Otherwise, I would have vomited for nothing after drinking Gamp."

"What does this mean?" Angela asked suspiciously: "What ganpu? What are you going to do when you come back? And what is so important?"

Toby was silent for a moment.

"Archaeology." He suddenly smiled and said, "Of course it's archaeology, otherwise it could be because of something."

"I don't believe it." Angela squinted her eyes and muttered, "Your expression now is exactly the same as before you snatched the scepter. You must not be telling the truth."

"This is the truth." Toby flicked his wand, causing the white tissue to fly in front of Angela, motioning for her to dry off the sweat first: "Besides, I have one more thing to get rid of you. This time you It’s not in vain either.”

"Obviously you can just write a letter!" Angela shouted dissatisfied, and then asked vigilantly: "What's the matter? You don't want me to meet Helena, do you? Will you meet Dumbledore? "

"No, no." Toby shook his head and said, "It's the devil's business. When you go back, tell Akinbad (Principal Waggadu) that the time to hand the devil over to him may have to be changed, but it won't be too serious." Later, at most it will be before next year's summer vacation."

"This has more than doubled the time." Angela said with a frown, "I'm not sure if the principal will listen to me, and, to be precise, he took me in, and I can't say anything in front of him." .”

"It's very simple." Toby leaned over and whispered, staring straight at Angela: "You just need to tell him that I promised to give him the opportunity to enter this year after the Mason Gate matures—so that he should be satisfied."

Angela asked suspiciously: "Really?"

"Of course." Toby said confidently, "You have to know that I am not the only one who is studying ancient magic. Aginbad is also interested in it, and he is even the most interested headmaster of all the magic schools."

This is related to the particularity of Waggadu - wandless casting is the closest form of casting spells to ancient magic, which has a longer history than magic wands, and even the earliest pioneers are not recorded - it is also difficult to record, it is estimated At least it is an era older than the Dark Ages.

Maybe all wizards back then were monkeys.

"What about Helena and Crown?" Angela asked before leaving, "Do you really not need my help?"

"No." Toby shook his head and said, "I believe the principal will give me an answer. If you are not satisfied, I will say something else."

Shortly after Angela left Hogwarts, the headmaster's office welcomed a special guest.

"Principal Dumbledore," Helena's ghost came through the door, but she couldn't knock on the door: "I heard Nick said you were looking for me, if it's related to the celebration, forget it, I don't know Like to be lively—what's that?"

Her gaze was fixed, and her eyes were fixed on something on the desk—it looked very old, far less glamorous than before, and had gradually lost its charming color.

"Please sit down, Helena." Dumbledore said gently: "Please forgive me for not notifying you in advance, because I have too many things to do recently, and you should have heard some of them."

Even the silver ghost can tell that Helena's face has turned red. It's hard to say what the reason is, anger, guilty conscience, and guilt may all be some of them.

After staring at each other in silence for a long time, Helena gave up her plan to turn around and leave.

"Baro told you?" She frowned and asked, "Only he knows my real name, and no news will leak out except him."

"About this matter—" Dumbledore rubbed his eyebrows and said, "The process may be more complicated than you imagined, and the matter about me getting your mother's crown is even more difficult to explain in a few words—"

"So, you know?" Helena interrupted suddenly, and she seemed to take Dumbledore's words as an insult: "I know exactly what mistake I made, and I will leave without you asking. After all, you It's the headmaster, who has the power to deal with any ghost in the school."

"Wait a minute, Ms. Helena." Dumbledore said wearily: "It may be that I haven't had much contact with you, and you misunderstood me. I didn't expect you to be so decisive. Well, I didn't think about it." I want to drive you away-"

"That's even worse!" Helena suddenly said loudly: "Are you coveting the power of the crown? Want to find out how to use it from me? It's impossible!"

Dumbledore sighed deeply.

"I already know." He returned to a calm tone and said.

Helena froze.

"Know what?" she asked.

"Know the secret hidden in the crown." Dumbledore gestured to the chair across the desk, this time Helena did not refuse again, she walked over and sat down at a loss, and heard Dumbledore continue: "Of course, I also Know that no one but Lady Ravenclaw knows how to use a diadem - and that includes you, Helena, so you needn't worry about that any more."

"How is this possible?" Helena was still in doubt, of course she wouldn't have used the crown correctly, otherwise she wouldn't have been caught up by Barrow back then.

"Nothing is impossible." Dumbledore said, "In fact, it's much simpler than I imagined—it may be difficult for some people, but it may be extremely difficult for others. Easy."

"For example—" he said with sudden emphasis: "Voldemort, and his former name Tom Riddle. Would you mind talking to me about it, Helena?"

This was a development that Helena never expected. She originally thought that Dumbledore would be pursuing the matter of stealing the crown—that was the biggest mistake in her life, and she still couldn't forgive herself until now.
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The night was getting darker.

The students had already finished their short rest day on the weekend, and all returned to school, sharing the candies they bought and the interesting things that happened today.

But today's topic is a bit special - it is related to Professor Highmore, the fight between him and Snape in the carriage was still seen by students from a distance, these people certainly did not dare to show themselves at the scene, But after it was over, I couldn't help but muttered: "Why are they fighting again, weren't they classmates before? They are all from the same college."

"Oh, why haven't you understood? Professor Highmore is obviously anti-Slytherin. Haven't you heard the lecture he taught in the first year?"

"I remember part of it, but I can't forget the other part—Professor Haimer's blood theory is really amazing. He even directly concluded that there are no pure-blood wizards in the magic world. It was a long time ago."

"That is to say, look at Snape, does he think so? It doesn't look like that, I'm curious how they got along in school—hey, do you think they are the same If you live in a dormitory, don’t you have to fight every day?”

"I don't think it's possible." With his mouth full of taffy, he raised his eyebrows at Harry and Hermione, "If it's really a dormitory, at least one of them won't be able to graduate-you understand I mean, it's like putting Neville and Malfoy in the same dormitory - I mean Neville now, not at the beginning of term."

Harry silently expressed his approval, his eyes scanned the college magazine line by line, and finally looked away in disappointment.

"Are you looking for today's news report?" Hermione asked sharply.

"Yeah," said Harry. "Why isn't something so big reported? Haven't the Quibbler and the Daily Prophet always been at odds? Have any of you seen—"

"No need." Fred waved a recent "Evening Prophet", which is a newspaper that is published especially at night, and said, "There is nothing in it. I guess Fudge has softened. You don't know." How messed up he is recently."

"Then how do you know?" Ron asked curiously.

"I'm going to ask the amazing Mr. Al." George said mysteriously, and then gave Harry a smug wink—this was what happened during the day, when they handed Mr. Al the map of the place of life. Harry was there, holding his Invisibility Cloak.

Ron looked at them, shaking his head from side to side.

"Hey!" He said angrily, "Could you be secretly researching some magic circle items? How can you leave me behind? I'm your own brother!"

Fred rolled his eyes, and George smacked his lips in disgust.

Ron suddenly became a little embarrassed, but he couldn't tell why.

"What's the matter with them?" he could only ask Hermione, pretending to be nonchalant.

Hermione shook her head and said disappointedly: "You are really hopeless, don't accidentally become a goblin."

"How is that possible!" Ron said angrily.

Fred and George set him up on the left and right and laughed, "That's not bad, at least it's better than ghouls."

Meanwhile, in the Office of Ancient Magic.

Al shook his body vigorously, picked up a towel and wiped his head vigorously, making the fluff messy, as long as he smoothed it out.After it seemed to be much smoother, it finally put on the nightcap, and pressed down all the fluff that was so hard to smooth out.

"Yeah?" It poked its head to look at Toby who was sitting quietly behind the desk, and asked him how long he was going to wait. Dumbledore didn't say that he would come back to find him today.

"You go to bed first, I'll wait." Toby tapped his fingers on the table and said, making a small sound.

Just when Al was about to have a good night's sleep, he suddenly noticed a flash of light in his peripheral vision, which looked quite familiar.

"coming!"

Toby picked up Fox's feather, grabbed the note underneath, and moved his arm so that Al, who was rushing over, could see it clearly.

The note was just one line, much shorter than Toby had imagined.

"Would you join the Order of the Phoenix if I invited you again, Toby?"

Order of the Phoenix?
The organization formed by Dumbledore to fight Voldemort?
Toby couldn't wait until the next day to reply. He hurried out of the office and came to the corridor, and Al couldn't help following him curiously.

"ah!"

"What? You asked the principal if he would recruit a snuffer? Don't worry, even if he doesn't agree, I've figured out a way--assistant, even if I join the Order of the Phoenix, I still need an assistant."

"Yeah!" Al was very excited. Does this count as a promotion?

In the principal's office, Dumbledore did not sleep, he seemed to have expected that Toby would rush over unexpectedly, and was quietly waiting for him behind the desk.

"What's going on, Principal?" Toby asked as soon as he entered, "Could it be that the mysterious man has been resurrected? Isn't the Order of the Phoenix specially used to deal with him?"

"It's worse than that, Toby."

Dumbledore said in an unprecedented solemn tone: "Perhaps it won't be long before Voldemort can really achieve his goal of immortality."

"How come?" Toby was surprised, and suddenly realized: "It's the crown! What secrets are hidden in the crown? The mysterious man has also studied the crown thoroughly?"

"That's it," said Dumbledore. "Eternal life, or eternal life. It's not just Voldemort who's trying to get it, there are others—"

"This also includes Salazar Slytherin, and Rowena Ravenclaw."

Fox's feathers continued to turn into flames to convey more news, and the light flickered in the room, illuminating the shocked faces of Toby and Al.

After a long time, he asked dryly:

"what did you say?!"

(End of this chapter)