Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 373 Wand Inspection

Ron really didn't expect that such a serious matter would be brought up this trip-the reason why he studied the devil was to protect himself?
The monster butler of Death Castle is also missing? !
This made him feel uneasy for the next few days, for fear that he would see one...one piece after waking up in the middle of the night.
"Eh? What's that monster butler like? It seems invisible, right?"

Despite this, Ron couldn't help but put in the faces he was most afraid of - the spiders.

After having this thought, he immediately became more disturbed.

This uneasiness continued until the days when I received extracurricular tutoring from Professor Haimer on weekends.

"Are you afraid of spiders?" Toby asked, staring at Ron, his smile was a little weird no matter how you look at it: "This should be a good entry point. Don't get me wrong, I didn't say that your future devil will change." Like a spider, that's not sure."

Ron suddenly became trembling, and letting him get along with the spider devil day and night was tantamount to killing him!

The way to teach Ron to learn the devil is the same as what he taught Harry at the beginning-it all starts with his magic circle items, which is Ron's sweater that looks like Mrs. Weasley.

After arranging for Ron to sit on the sofa and stare at him in a sweater, Toby turned to look at Harry who came with him.

The expression on his face was extremely disturbed.

"Have you made up your mind too?"

Toby didn't give him any more time to think.

After a brief daze, Harry nodded vigorously.

"Yes, Professor, I still want to keep my devil, it may still come in handy in the game."

Toby looked at him and laughed: "Bad excuse, but good ambition - come with me here, Harry."

Toby brought Harry to the three familiar skeletons.

Just last term, James tried to communicate with the ancestor of the Potter family - Ignotus Peverell. At that time, he mistakenly thought that Hai Erbo was afraid of this ancestor, but Harry later learned that Not so.

Ignotus noticed Haierbo's appearance during the ceremony of summoning the god of death, but he was completely incapable of parrying, so he had to "smartly" make a wish to hide, and the price was that he would never be able to share with his family again. Get together.

That's why Toby could only find the bones of Cadmus and Antioch later. As for the bones of Ignotus, they were additionally buried on the small island where Azkaban was located.

Today, Harry came to these three skeletons again.

He probably guessed what Toby was going to do.

"Shall I try to meet Death, Professor?"

Harry knew that Professor Highmore had the ability to face death through these three skeletons, and not only Professor Highmore, but even James would do this.

The sofa area where Ron was was already separated by a curtain.

After a short silence, Toby nodded and said, "That's right, Harry, before you can become the master of Death, you must have the courage to face Death directly."

Harry was not surprised by this at all. He had already prepared himself in advance, knowing very clearly that he would have to face this day sooner or later.

But when he learned that he would not be accompanied by Professor Haimo this time, he still inevitably panicked.

"It's for your own good too."

Toby said in relief: "Because once I appear, I will definitely become the favorite target of the God of Death, so I don't know how long it will be delayed. The best way is to let you contact the God of Death alone, but there is no need Too worried, you also have your own reliance—have you brought the invisibility cloak of the Potter family?"

Harry touched the stuffed wizard robes over his belly, where the Invisibility Cloak was now.

"Take it, Professor."

"That's good." Toby said: "As a relic of Ignotus, it is one of the few items that has the ability to avoid death. You will rely on it in this lesson. Once you feel that you can't hold on, hurry up Put on the cloak of invisibility, do you understand?"

Harry took out the Invisibility Cloak silently, took several deep breaths, and then nodded.

"Very well," said Toby, watching him, and then led Harry to the skeleton of Ignotus.

"Then let's begin."

This is not the first time Harry reads the historical picture involving skeletons, he even helped James do it - the method is very simple, just use the devil to pretend to be the god of death, and then ask that sentence -

"Tell me what my wish is."

"revenge."

There is always only one answer.

Harry didn't know what became of those who got it wrong, and he didn't want to know.

The only thing he knows is that it is very difficult to wait for death to watch him.For this reason, Harry had to repeatedly watch the scene of Ignotus panicking when he summoned the god of death, because Helbo suddenly found them.

It was hard, too, Harry thought from the bottom of his heart.

It wasn't until Death's eyes really fell on him that Harry realized that he still thought of this matter too simply.

"Tell me, my wish—"

Inexplicable fear hit Harry. This was the first time he faced death in a real sense. He was so frightened that he couldn't do anything. The first thing he did after regaining his strength was to ignore everything. Put the cloak of invisibility over your head.

The picture disappeared, and the position of the Grim Reaper changed to a different person. Professor Highmore was condescendingly looking down on the pale Harry.

"Why?" Harry trembled and couldn't even answer the question completely.

"Do you want to ask, why did you feel that way just now?"

Toby said in a deep tone: "Otherwise, do you think it would be a good thing to be targeted by the god of death? But don't be discouraged, my performance when I faced the god of death for the first time——"

"Just like me?" Harry asked hopefully.

"It's not that exaggerated." Toby said mercilessly: "After all, the scene where I first saw the Grim Reaper was completely different from what it is now. There is no professor to help me take care of me, and there is another one who has gone crazy and wants to bite me to death. As for the werewolf, I was thinking how bad it could be, and it turns out that being targeted by the god of death is the worst."

"Take a 5-minute break, and then we'll move on."

The first session of special counseling was tough for both Ron and Harry.Ron couldn't find any clues of the devil until the end, and he suspected that he was completely wasting his time.

As for Harry, at least he doesn't need the help of Professor Highmore, he can make the rune snake into Death's witch robe, cover his body, and summon the tragedy of Ignotus by himself.

After Professor Highmore announced that he could stop, the two of them were almost exhausted, especially Harry. The repeated summoning of the devil consumed too much of his magic power, and he didn't even have the strength to sit up from the floor.

There was a sudden cracking sound in the room, and Dobby appeared in the same way he had been in Harry's special training for the devil—he deliberately changed into a colorful holiday suit, wearing several layers of socks, behind him He was also pulling a small cart, which was filled with all kinds of food.

"Go back when you're full." Professor Haimer's instructions sounded like the sound of nature.

"Harry Potter!"

Dobby was very excited when he saw Harry, but he seemed to recall something when he bowed, and finally suppressed the tears in his eyes, and said as calmly as possible (in fact, he just stopped crying loudly) : "It's such an honor to finally have the opportunity to serve you again, Dobby."

Ron, who was stuffing the sausage into his mouth, said vaguely, "Very well, that's it, you don't need to greet me, wait until I'm full."

Harry knew it was last term's exams that had helped, and that Dobby didn't have to be as exaggerated as he usually was.

He glanced at Professor Highmore who was sitting back behind the desk, and after thinking for a while, he asked Dobby, "Hermione—do you remember Hermione? Has she called you recently?"

Ron also quietly raised his ears.

Both of them knew that Hermione would not give up so easily, or they rarely saw Hermione give up.

"Hermione?" Dobby's eyes grew bigger like light bulbs, and his voice became unpredictable: "Of course I remember her, Harry Potter, and not just me, the kitchen All the elves here know her."

"What's the matter?" Ron was surprised, he had no idea that Hermione had secretly made so many "new friends".

Looking at himself, he doesn't even know how to get into the kitchen.

"It's true." Dobby knew very well about Hermione's arrival: "She didn't say anything after she came, but kept helping to make biscuits. At first, this frightened the other elves. They couldn't see it. There are wizards busy in front of her eyes. She didn't stop until she said she wanted those elves to help improve her cooking skills."

Harry exchanged a look with Ron with a strange expression - they used to think that the biscuits Hermione brought back from the kitchen were made by elves, but they didn't expect Hermione to make them herself.

No wonder, when Ron complained loudly that the biscuits were not as good as last time, Hermione would always roll his eyes. They thought Hermione was complaining, but now it seemed that this was not the case at all.

"Didn't she do something extra?" Ron asked suspiciously, which was really not in line with Hermione's style.

"Nothing." Dobby said honestly, "Nothing but making biscuits."

Well, now the two of them couldn't see through Hermione's plan at all.

Harry glanced at Professor Highmore not far away, but he was just reading a book quietly, without any intention of commenting or answering questions.

It was only when the two left that Toby suddenly told them: "Next weekend will still be at the same time. If you have something to do, please remember to ask me for leave in advance."

"Yes, Professor."
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Whether it is Ron or Harry, they have gradually become familiar with Professor Highmore's tutoring classes in the past days, especially Harry, who has experienced the most. He knows that Professor Highmore is not willing to take up formal classroom time, and more It's on weekends.

But this also means that he spends less and less time with Qiu.

This was originally not a good thing, but for some reason, since that meeting at the Three Broomsticks, Qiu seemed to have fully understood Harry's intentions, and would never embarrass the other party on such a trivial matter, and would not talk too much Ask a question.

But the success of the relationship is not enough to offset all Harry's distress.

Because he found that he really didn't get along with Potions class.

During a Potions class on Tuesday, Harry noticed that Professor Slughorn was dangling behind him again from time to time.

He originally thought that the professor had given up on him in the first class, but he didn't expect that the other party would post it again after a while.

Moreover, Harry also found that Professor Slughorn's eyes were no longer just staring at the potion, but would circle around himself from time to time.

What exactly happened here?
At this time, the door of the classroom was knocked suddenly, and a small round head poked in.

It was Colin Creevey, and he came up to Slughorn and said, "Sir, I'm going to take Harry Potter upstairs."

"Oh," said Slughorn, as if he knew it all along. "It's the warrior's wand test, isn't it?"

"Ah?" Colin said suspiciously, "Isn't it a photo?"

"Go, Harry, if it's too late, you don't have to come back, just ask your roommate to bring the textbooks."

Fearing that Colin would make another joke, Harry walked quickly past the classroom with his head down, not daring to stay for a moment.

Slughorn looked at Harry's back, then shook his head regretfully and said, "How could it be? How did he fall in love with black magic? Can this be inherited?"

Well, he was still thinking about Toby's words.

Harry was led by Colin into a smaller classroom where most of the desks had been pushed to the back of the room, leaving a large space in the middle.But there were three desks, side by side, in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet.Behind the velvet-covered desk, there were several chairs, and Rufus Scrimgeour was sitting on one of the chairs. He was chatting with Professor Highmore who came for no reason.

"Perhaps we should take this opportunity to test our wands." Scrimgeour seemed to be trying to trick Toby into saying this.

"I don't need it." Toby's tone was very cold: "Anyway, even if I don't have a magic wand, it's not easy for someone like you to handle."

Full of gunpowder flavor.

Harry looked back and forth, and he silently came to the table where the warriors were standing - this time, besides Krum and Cedric, whom he had known for a long time, even Fleur was there, and she didn't know that she had heard of it What, compared to the last time, the way she looked at Professor Haimo completely changed.

Harry was very familiar with this look, because the students in school who hadn't finished their homework looked at Professor Highmore in the same way-there was fear in the eyes alone.

But the extracurricular stories couldn't attract the current Harry, and he sent a questioning look to Cedric, who had come earlier.

"I heard it's related to the interview."

Cedric said in a low voice: "The Quibbler was supposed to conduct an interview with us, but Mr. Ayer accidentally revealed it. I thought it would go on like this, but I didn't expect it to be intercepted by the Daily Prophet." Hu."

Harry stared at him wide-eyed.

"But aren't these two newspapers the same?"

Harry couldn't help thinking this way. After all, these two newspapers were said to belong to Toby and Dumbledore respectively, so there was absolutely no reason for such competition.

Cedric gave Harry a complicated look, which made Harry's heart skip a beat.

It seems that the two are at odds again.

All this was more fully confirmed after the arrival of the reporter.

Tonks, whose face was full of excitement, almost jumped up and down. She dyed her hair pink today, and she couldn't help asking curiously when she came up: "Have all the contestants arrived? Let me introduce myself first." , I'm going to interview your reporter later, just call me Tonks."

(End of this chapter)