Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 346 Competition
Draco frightenedly followed Toby out of the box, and he found that he was gradually moving away from the crowd, and there were fewer and fewer people around him, and he became quieter.

"Professor. Where are you taking me?"

he asked in panic.

Toby, who was walking in front, said nothing, and his back became flickering with the dense forest, making Draco see the figure of the devil in a trance.

Draco was almost terrified.

He just yelled at a house-elf, why should he be punished like that during the holidays?
It's the holidays, and he's not even in school yet.

"That's about it."

Toby stopped suddenly.

Where they are now is almost reaching the depths of the swamp, and there is no one around.

Draco saw the corpse of an animal stuck in the swamp, exposing the white bones, attracting birds and beasts to eat.

"Professor Highmore, I was wrong, I was really wrong, don't put me—"

"What's the ink? Come here!"

When Draco was begging, he was suddenly reprimanded by Toby. He let go of his hands covering his eyes, and saw a suitcase appearing at Professor Haimer's hand at some point, and it was still opened and placed on the grass.

The half of Professor Haimer that Draco said was already standing in the opening of the suitcase, he frowned and ordered: "Don't waste time, the game will start in a while, if we are late, we will blame you .”

Draco had to follow Professor Highmore into the suitcase.

This suitcase is obviously extraordinary, and the interior space is much larger than Draco imagined, even similar to the Great Hall of the Hogwarts Castle.

The strangest thing was that there were house-elves standing inside the suitcase—Draco had never seen so many house-elves in his life—they gathered around after seeing Toby appear. , Draco saw an extremely familiar figure.

"Dobby!" Draco screamed.

Dobby was obviously still afraid of his former little master, and he was taken aback when he heard Draco's cry.

Toby slapped Draco on the back of the head with a smack, causing him to lean forward in pain, almost falling with his head on the ground.

"What are you shouting for?" Toby said impatiently, causing Dobby to become stunned when he saw this scene.

"Okay, come here." Toby no longer bothered Draco, clapped his hands vigorously and said, "You should know why I called you here-yes, you will become members of the Chudley Cannons in a while." Mascots—you don’t need to be grateful to me, now, just stand still, and it might be better to close your eyes.”

Although it is not clear why the vice principal of Hogwarts said this, the kind elves were obedient - all the elves except Dobby closed their eyes and waited.

Draco stood up clutching the back of his head, he didn't know what he was going to do in a while, what could the team's mascot have anything to do with him?
"Originally, I planned to play by myself, but now?"

Toby glanced at Draco, and then took out a scary-looking mask from his pocket under his horrified gaze.

That's a pharaoh mask.

Draco still remembered the horror of the mummified rooster.

"House-elves aren't enough, they can't scare anyone, and they don't have enough momentum. But mummies are different, come on, Draco."

"no no--"

Dobby witnessed the scene of Toby putting the mummy mask on Draco's face. This mask seemed to have some special magic power, and the moment it was close to Draco's face, it stopped his struggle immediately.

Immediately afterwards, countless bandages extended from the mouth of the mask, wrapping Draco tightly, turning him into a tall mummy, and the mask became lifelike.

The first time it came alive, it stared at Toby with furious and hateful eyes.

"Be careful, Professor!"

Dobby ran up to Toby tremblingly, separating him from the horrific looking mummy.

"remarkably brave."

Toby praised, and he gently pushed Dobby away, paced up to the mummy, and just looked at him face to face.

Even after waiting in silence for a while, the mummy did not attack Toby.

"It seems that what Merlin left me is not just a gift, he also gave me the meaning of overcoming death. Only in this way can you feel fear, right?"

What Toby is doing now is exactly the same as Grindelwald's method. At that time, Grindelwald suppressed the combination of Toby's three collections with the body of Ignotus Peverell that he had caught up with.

But now, it was Toby who made the pharaoh mask no longer dare to attack him with his own face.

Because he can also be regarded as a person who has defeated death.

"Go, control them all."

Under Toby's order, countless bandages spread out quickly, binding all the elves.

Dobby's eyes were bigger than light bulbs, and he heard Toby say to himself in endless terror, "You want to be free, don't you, Dobby?"

"Perhaps this is why Ms. Hufflepuff took you in, specifically to resist the oppression of pure-blood wizards, so as to protect people like me."

Dobby's eyes were also gradually wrapped in bandages, and his consciousness then fell into the darkness that he couldn't get out of.

Now all that's left in the trunk are Toby, the mummified pharaoh, and a whole host of big-brained pixie mummies--they've got sullen eyes peeking out through gaps in the bandages, and their teeth have grown hideous.

Toby watched them silently, thinking about the persecution that Muggle-borns might suffer in the future.

"Hermione Granger, maybe a good candidate."

He turned around, left the suitcase alone, closed the suitcase tightly from the outside, picked it up, and walked towards the Quidditch pitch in silence.

Only a trace of black smoke flashed through his eyes, and the trees were his entourage, and when he passed by, they lowered their branches and bowed their heads to him.

The devil looms in the shadows, becoming restless and impulsive.

When it reappeared in the sun, the black smoke in Toby's eyes disappeared, and so did the devil.

Ludo Bagman's loud voice was being heard from the pitch—

"Allow me to introduce... the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

Even outside the arena, Toby could feel the atmosphere of the men's blank consciousness in the arena, because all the male shouts stopped, and what was exchanged was almost uniform stagnation.

The sound of music appeared with the appearance of the Veevas. Their skin was as bright and soft as the moon, and their skirts could dance backwards even without wind.

Ron's head was filled with ecstasy, more than seeing Draco deflated, and perhaps more than Harry winning the trophy - vaguely seeing himself brandishing big bags of gold , Yes, gold, as long as he has enough gold, he can form a veela song and dance troupe by himself, singing and dancing for himself.

"Oh, what are you doing rummaging through my pockets? If you mess around again, I'll beat you!" Hermione's voice came from a distance.

The music stopped, and Ron was looking like he was about to rummage through Hermione's pockets, and kept putting air back into his pockets.

"I" Ron met Hermione's accusing gaze, and his expression suddenly became extremely embarrassed.

Fortunately, the male audience on the court was even more exaggerated than Ron. They vented their dissatisfaction loudly after seeing Veela leave the court.

Hermione smacked her lips loudly, and she slapped Ron's hands off in disgust.

"Why are you like this, no matter how much you love money, you can't steal my money."

Ron was just thankful that Hermione didn't see the scene in his head.

Ludo Bagman, who had barely made a bet, went on to announce: "Now, please raise your wand in the air - welcome the mascot of the England national team!"

The entire stadium was silent at first, and people looked up one after another, but saw nothing.

"Could it be a mistake?" Ron asked hopefully, and by the way, to clear up the embarrassment just now: "Professor Haimo forgot to bring the mascot here?"

"It's not written on it." Hermione muttered and flipped through the manual: "Isn't it really a mistake, maybe the professor forgot about it because he was too busy with the new book?"

"Think about you," said Ron, curling his lips.

As the discussion grew louder, Ludo Bagman inevitably felt that something was wrong. He looked around, but Minister Fudge didn't come—I don't know if it was because he didn't want to meet Toby again Only Scrimgeour stayed with the Bulgarian minister.

At this moment, the minister who didn't seem to understand English suddenly pointed at the venue and yelled for a while. Everyone turned their heads and looked at the direction he was pointing at——a tall bird suddenly flew in in the air parallel to the box. The Thestral, bigger than any Hagrid kept in the Forbidden Forest, and covered in black mist.

It just stood quietly in mid-air, attracting everyone's attention.

"Is this Mr. Al?" Ron asked in a low voice.

"It should be" Hermione said worriedly, "but the black mist on it is really, couldn't it be Professor Highmore?"

But it turns out that Professor Haimer's decision-making is always unexpected.

The black Thestrals suddenly collapsed in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye, countless clouds of smoke spread across the center of the stadium—someone in the audience thought it was an attack, and no one had ever seen such a unique mascot performance.

Until a large number of mummies appeared from the black mist, there were even more people screaming in panic.

"Where did the monster come from?"

"You call this a mascot?!"

This is not finished.

All the mummies started to roar crazily, making people think that they were really going to launch an attack—suddenly, there was another feeling of shaking, and an inverted pyramid rose from the ground, shaking the entire Quidditch Odd field occupied, and also squeezed away the veela on the side of the field, as if they would fall down at any time.

"It's a hallucination, isn't it?" Ron opened his mouth and shouted. "Or my eyes are wrong. Do you see it? Do you all see it?"

Everyone saw this scene, and Ludo Bagman had already begun to feel that something was wrong. He turned around to ask for Scrimgeour's opinion, but found that Scrimgeour had left the box at some point and disappeared.

Fortunately, the inverted pyramid didn't really fall down, and all the mummies didn't launch an attack, and their roars didn't stop, one after another, gradually forming a melody.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts" Ron hummed the lyrics with strange eyes: "Did I hear it right? Is this the school song?"

It's really a school song, but the melody is a bit off. It's a funeral march.

Harry, who was staying in the player tunnel, almost thought that his devil was about to be summoned, and then he realized that those mummies couldn't speak Parseltongue.

"It looks interesting." James, who was standing at the front, turned around and said, "Don't you see that? Toby is scaring the Bulgarian team, but you won't be scared in the same way, right? After all You are all Hogwarts students."

"Of course not." George said palely.

"It's just that I might have to go to the toilet again." George said and was about to give Fred the broom, and then Fred gave Wood the two brooms together.

"I'll go as well."

"Um..." James blinked in confusion.

"It's a mummy rooster." Harry explained in a low voice, "It's a class taught by Professor Highmore. I didn't expect him to bring this class to the World Cup—no!"

Harry's eyes widened suddenly, and he exchanged glances with Cedric, Cho, and Wood respectively.

Finally, it was the question raised by Cedric.

"How did the professor control them? Didn't they always get out of control before?"

"What's going on?" James subconsciously felt something was wrong: "Tell me about it."

Lucius and Narcissa in the box were standing in front of the railing. They had been standing like this since England's mascot appeared, and even the pyramids didn't scare them.

"Where is Draco?" Narcissa asked tremblingly, "Did he become a mummy too?"

"Don't worry." Lucius' answer seemed very lacklustre: "Toby Highmore must have a sense of proportion, he won't frame his students casually—ah!"

Lucius screamed and fell back—the tallest one among the group of mummies jumped up suddenly, it stood on the countertop, almost an arm’s distance away from the box—now it He was handing over a thick black magazine, but was caught by Narcissa who was also terrified, and at the same time drove away with some fear: "Go, leave!"

The tall mummy let out a loud roar, which made Narcissa's hair mess up.

They seemed to be handing out "The Quibbler", and no one dared to refuse in front of such a group of terrible "mascots", not even those who had earlier regarded Percy as a liar dared to resist.

Fortunately, the show ended without any risk. The mummies and pyramids were gone, as if they had never been there before.

Ludo was also holding a magazine gift. He breathed a sigh of relief, regained his energy and said: "Performance-well, let us welcome the Bulgarian Quidditch national team! Please come out as soon as possible, if you are scared , but I'm sure it's not going to happen, is it?"

Unnatural-looking players rushing out of the tunnel re-ignite the atmosphere and draw their attention back.

The veela who were squeezed away returned to their original positions one after another, and they stared unfriendlyly at the contestant channel on the other side.

Harry was squeezed in the middle of a large pile of mummies. He looked around helplessly, and found that the expressions on other people's faces were also very stiff.

Toby clapped his hands as if greeting a pet and said, "Okay, all go back to the box one by one, and Al will help deal with the Bulgarian mascot in a moment--Also, come on, boys, and girls. Don't worry, It’s all up to this point, you just have to do your best, and you don’t need to put too much pressure on yourself.”

As he spoke, he took off the pharaoh's mask, revealing Draco's white paper-like face underneath, which looked no different from death.

Toby let Draco fall to the ground, he shook the pharaoh mask in his hand, and smiled at them:

"Trust me, I mean it."

(End of this chapter)