Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 378 After the game
377 After the game
"It's the Disarming Charm again. Does he have an auto-casting wand - it seems he doesn't. It hurts enough."

"The mummy rushed towards him—wait a minute, what is he going to do? It seems that he gave up this plan, which is a bit strange, but it doesn't matter, he is indeed the best Seeker, he can dodge all of this—he Got the golden egg!"

Harry gasped for breath holding the golden egg, he fell down on the icy ground and saw all the audience cheering for him.

Angela immediately subdued the mummy with the scepter, her eyes widened in surprise, and then she glanced in the direction of the tent.

She didn't expect that even Harry passed the competition, which was different from what Toby had said in advance.

When Cedric passed smoothly before, Angela thought something was wrong, and almost got on herself, intending to knock Cedric unconscious, but Al pulled her hair hard in time to wake her up She realized that this is not a place where she can do anything wrong, and there are still so many audiences staring at her.

"No injuries."

Scrimgeour stared at Harry from a distance and said, "Only his forehead is a little scratched, maybe it was hit by the splashed stones, I don't think he needs to receive treatment, just give him a grade."

The other three principals all said there was no problem.

Soon, Harry's score came out. Principal McGonagall gave him a score of 9, Lockhart scored 8, Principal Maxim also scored 8, and finally Scrimgeour gave him the lowest score. Yes, but there are also 7 points.

Harry didn't know what these scores meant, but judging from the enthusiastic cheers from the audience, it didn't seem low.

"Your score is the highest."

Harry heard Professor Angela not far away say, "It's probably because you weren't injured much, unlike the other three. By the way, what happened to your forehead?"

"What?" Harry paused for breath.

"It wasn't hit by a stone, right?" Angela looked at him suspiciously and said, "Is it because I was too nervous while waiting? The scar looks fresh."

"What forehead?" Harry still had a puzzled expression on his face. He raised his hand to touch his forehead, but was suddenly stopped by another hand.

"It's time for you to go to the first aid tent." Toby also walked out of the tent at some point, and he said, "Don't keep Ms. Pomfrey waiting too long."

"But, didn't the judges just say—"

"You are not his student, listen to me, come here."

Harry could only let Professor Highmore lead him away amid the cheers, and he was led to the entrance of the second tent, where Moody was also there.

"Extra simple competition."

Moody's magic eyes kept sweeping back and forth on Toby, and his expression looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Dumbledore will be very relieved that his most troublesome student didn't deliberately cause trouble during the game-are you still Toby Highmore?"

"It's true—please let me go." Toby reached out and pushed the doubtful Moody away, and he led Harry into the tent, where Madam Pomfrey was waiting for them, looking very relaxed.

"I like content like this."

As soon as Ms. Pomfrey saw Toby, she praised: "You saved me a lot of trouble, I don't have to deal with dying students, and I don't have to pray for his soul. It's great. I hope the next game will be the same." It's your responsibility."

"Then you may be disappointed." Toby shook his head, his eyes were blocked by the long sea: "I am only in charge of the first link, and the rest has to be checked by the Ministry of Magic. I really don't know Dumbledore Where did you get so much time?"

"I said yes." Madam Pomfrey turned into a worried expression again. She checked Harry's body carefully, and found that there was nothing to worry about except the small scar on his forehead, so she took out a small bottle of White fresh essence is applied on it.

Harry felt a tingling on his forehead that quickly turned to a cooling sensation, something that seemed to be slowly healing and itchy.

"Don't touch it." Madam Pomfrey stopped Harry's arm that couldn't help being scratched: "Give it a little more time, it will be fine soon."

Harry heard Professor Highmore say something inexplicable.

"hope so."
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"What's the matter, Toby?"

As soon as she returned to the office, Angela eagerly asked the person in front of her, "Why did you suddenly change the plan? Didn't you agree to turn those two children into mummies for a while? Could it be that Dumbledore suddenly warned you? "

Toby didn't rush to answer. He first brought the mummy on the field to the center of the office, and then took off the pharaoh's mask very smoothly.

During this process, even without Angela helping with the scepter, Toby did not receive any resistance.

He is not afraid of the pharaoh mask, but the pharaoh mask fears him.

After the pharaoh's mask returned to Toby's hands, it finally revealed what was hidden inside—it was indeed humanoid, but it was not a living person as Harry and Cedric imagined, but a pair of armor—by Toby. Armor brought back from the Castle of the Dead.

And Andros' devil, even during the game, remained bound by his armor and could not escape.

"I hope Dumbledore did it."

Toby's eyes kept moving among the three, and then slowly fell on the armor.

"But the actual problem is much more complicated than we imagined."
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night.

After a whole day of celebration, Harry appeared in the Office of Ancient Magic in a daze. He was eating dinner when he suddenly received a note from Professor Highmore, asking him to come over at 8 o'clock in the evening.

He saw many collections of Professor Haimer in the office, and most of the things were still the same, except for the armor that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Harry knew that there was a devil in that suit of armor too, and had heard that students a year below them had seen the devil with their own eyes and had to overcome their fear in class.

He didn't know which of these two things was easier to accept than the mummy rooster-they were all textbooks needed to explain immortality, in order to tell students that there was no such thing as eternal life in various ways , except to become a monster that cannot be explained by life and death.

Harry gradually withdrew his thoughts. He sat obediently across the desk, and Professor Highmore sat on the other side and kept looking at him.

This time, Mr. Al and Angela were also there, but they didn't gather together. Instead, they sat on the sofa not far away, playing wizard chess silently, and only occasionally raised their heads to glance here.

"professor?"

Harry couldn't wait any longer. Professor Highmore's gaze made him feel very uncomfortable, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

"Are we going to study death class today too? Don't we need to call Ron over?"

"No need." Toby didn't look away, he still stared at Harry's forehead and said, "I'm here to talk to you this time. Before the conversation officially starts, I have something to ask you."

"Ask the professor." Harry said a little uneasy.

"You really don't remember what happened in the tent?"

As soon as Toby came up, he asked straight to the point: "No memory at all? I didn't cast the Forgetting Curse on you."

Harry thought about it for a while, his brow furrowed tightly.

"What is it?" After thinking about it, he asked puzzledly: "I remember asking you a few questions, and then I have been waiting for the game to start. The rest, is there anything else?"

Toby's gaze suddenly became much heavier.

He changed the question.

"Do you remember that before the match where you were deciding whether to be selected for the World Cup, your forehead suddenly and violently hurt for a while? It wasn't until you returned to Hogwarts and was comforted by Angela that the pain finally eased." Relief." (Chapter 339)
Of course Harry remembered this incident, the pain came very suddenly, and even made him think that he might as well die for a while, it was so painful that he couldn't bear it.

Toby stared at Harry for a moment.

"If it was Dumbledore, I don't think he would tell you the truth directly, but I am different. I hate the feeling of being concealed, so I don't do this to students. Listen first, Harry, Be calm no matter what you hear, you know?"

The expression on Harry's face suddenly became more disturbed.

After listening to Professor Highmore's narration, Harry realized that he had uncontrollably pressed the scar on his forehead in the tent.

His expression gradually became frightened.

"Have I been controlled? Is it because of the Horcrux again?"

"It seems that you already know the answer." Toby narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Horcruxes do have such abilities, you may be considered light, at least you didn't think about killing anyone, and you didn't suddenly pull out your wand Casting a Killing Curse on yourself is still acceptable."

Harry didn't see at all how it was acceptable.

"There's one thing I need to make clear to you."

Toby suddenly brought up the scar pain incident that happened at the beginning.

"If there is no comparison with this incident, maybe I won't be able to figure it out in a short time-but, Harry, when you were dying of pain, Dumbledore and I happened to be in the Castle of Death and took away That booklet."

"And this time, something strange happened when you were about to face the armor mummy—more precisely, you were about to become the armor mummy's little follower. You didn't stop trying until I changed my mind. pinch your forehead."

"I think these two things are related—both are related to Death Castle. And not only related to you, but also Hai Erbo."

"After all, we all know now that you are not the Horcrux of the mysterious man, but Hai Erbo's."

Harry couldn't speak, he was so flustered.

After the last painful incident, Harry originally thought that this incident was over, at least it would not happen again in a short time.

But he never expected that not long after that, he had already turned into a puppet, and he couldn't even notice what he had done.

What should he do.

"Calm down, Harry."

At the same time Toby said these words, the chess game between Al and Angela seemed to be over better, and he stood up from the sofa and walked over here.

"I think we have to verify it again. Only in this way can we find out Haierbo's real purpose. And you don't need to worry about it. Judging from the strange behavior you showed twice before, Haierbo seems to be The inability to precisely control you is entirely due to your subconscious reaction as a Horcrux - there should be no problem, are you willing to give it a try?"

"Before verifying, I have to ask your permission in advance. Anyway, this doesn't seem like a safe behavior—"

"Of course I'm going to do it!" Harry said impatiently, "I don't want to wake up one morning and find a big hole in my head, even if it hurts other people."

Toby nodded in satisfaction.

"As expected of my students." He said.
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After Harry agreed, he didn't have to leave the office immediately, but silently watched the other people in the room go about their work.

Knowing the result in advance, Professor Highmore obviously decided to make more preparations. He asked Angela to take back the scepter and stand by. Even his own wand was assigned to Al, ready to change at any time. into gigantic thestrals.

As for Professor Haimo himself, he was shrouded in a magic ball, with bright lights constantly flashing on it, as if he was ready to cast an extremely powerful magic circle at any time.

Then, while Harry watched anxiously, Toby picked up the pharaoh's mask and pressed it on the visor of the armor bit by bit.

This is really a very strange thing, after all, the armor cannot be counted as a living thing, but a miracle just happened, and it quickly turned into a burly mummy, the same as the one Harry saw in the game One is the same.

The only difference is that the mummy appeared to be very honest in front of Professor Haimer, without roaring or messing around.

"It's your turn, Harry."

Harry took two deep breaths, stood up, and walked nervously in front of the armor mummy.

"Relax, don't worry, you'll wake up in a moment, I promise."

In Toby's soothing voice, the armor mummy stretched out a trembling arm, and ribbons extended from it.Harry closed his eyes tightly, silently enduring the discomfort, hoping that it would be over as soon as possible, even if he passed out quickly.

His wish came true. In less than 5 seconds, a brand new little mummy appeared in the office, screaming non-stop.

Al was teasing it back and forth on the flying carpet, while looking around suspiciously.

Angela and Toby were no exception. They kept an eye on the surroundings of the office, guarding against any possible crisis.

Everything was quiet and nothing happened.

"It seems to be all right." Angela said with a sigh of relief: "It should have been just a coincidence - where are you going, Toby?"

Toby suddenly left Harry alone and rushed out of the office without a trace.
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"Harry. Are you back?"

Ron opened his eyes half asleep in the dark, he didn't want to ask anything, and he was not curious about the conversation between Harry and Professor Highmore.

"Go to bed first, and we'll talk about the rest tomorrow morning. Why are you still standing here?"

This time, Ron opened his eyes wider.

There was no one by his bed.

Only a kerosene lamp was quietly hanging on his head. From the perspective of this kerosene lamp, it seemed that some transparent person was bending down to observe him.

Face to face, even the sound of breathing can be heard.

(End of this chapter)