Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 394 Treasure
393 Treasure
Poor Hermione didn't know that Toby saw all her actions, and even before Hermione had time to complete the goal of the House-Elf Liberation Front, Toby had already used her in advance and put it in a concealment. Headmaster on this matter.

If it was the time of the Quidditch World Cup, Toby's method would not be so easy to work, and he would have to inform the headmaster in advance—after all, there are too many elves he wants to take away.

Angela was relieved to see the familiar Toby back.

"Then where are you going to drive Principal McGonagall?" she asked, "Is it also the Ministry of Magic? What if there is no Transfiguration professor in the school?"

"It's still early." Toby said mysteriously: "Compared with these, how to arrange the second link is the key."

"I thought you had already figured it out." Angela asked curiously, "What else can't you figure it out?"

After hearing this sentence, Al immediately clutched his belly pocket tightly, for fear that Toby would really bury his treasure in the Black Lake.

"Who else could it be?"

Toby sighed, looking very headache.

"Of course it's the man in the Chamber of Secrets."
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Black Lake, Big Ship.

"Any new news recently?"

"Yes, Professor, I just found out that Dumbledore gave up on letting the Ministry of Magic control the progress of the game, but gave it all to Toby Highmore, but I can't figure it out, why did he suddenly change Is it so generous?"

Grindelwald was silent for a while, as if thinking.

"It seems that they are not far from a formal break."

He suddenly made this judgment.

"Otherwise, Dumbledore would not have left all such important matters to Toby alone. He had reasons to do so. Maybe it was right that Toby took hold of it. I remember Angie La back at Hogwarts?"

"Yes, Professor."

"Keep an eye on her, the key lies in her, there is no doubt about it. It seems that Dumbledore has also begun to pay attention to her."

"But, professor, I only have one person, how can I keep an eye on both of them at the same time, I—"

The faces on the walls disappeared.

Lockhart stood there blankly, opened his mouth wide, and asked in a daze, "Professor? Are you still there?"

No one answered.

"Why am I so...unlucky."

Lockhart began to complain about his own fate. It didn't take long for him to discover that everything started when he returned to Hogwarts. After Toby.

Before that, he lived a good life, occasionally catching dark creatures, helping local residents, enjoying the pleasure of being admired by others, and by the way, he could publish a new book and get a considerable amount of remuneration.

This kind of life seems to be far away from Lockhart, so far away that he can hardly remember what it would be like to open a signing.

"I don't know if my dear readers miss me, and there are fewer and fewer letters from book fans."

As he spoke, he carried the pre-prepared food in his arms, most of which were easy-to-store bread and jerky.

After hesitating for a while, he took another small bucket of pumpkin juice, then walked out of the room as if nothing had happened, came to the deck, and greeted the passing students with a natural expression.

"Do you need me to help you, sir?" A student came up and said courteously.

"No need." Lockhart used to wear a mask called "Toby", and his long golden hair drooped a little bit to block his eyes.

"Just do your own thing. Remember to clean the snow off the deck. I don't want dear Krum to miss such an important game because of a slip."

It feels really good.

Looking at the trembling students, Lockhart said silently in his heart.

Perhaps in the future, he should also try to use this style to collect materials for new books, um. The premise is that he has this opportunity.

After thinking of this, he clutched his cuffs calmly, as if he felt a flame burning on it.

After another 10 minutes, Lockhart finally came to the bottom of the big ship. This place was originally used for rowing by the slaves, and it was also the place where they stayed almost all their lives, eating and sleeping in it.

It is said that there were many dementors on this big ship before, but they were driven away after being discovered by the founder of Durmstrang-Lockhart could not confirm the authenticity of this legend, after all that It was all hundreds of years ago.

But he still didn't want to open this door, and he didn't want to face that guy who was even more difficult to deal with than a dementor.

After going in and closing the door, Lockhart first subconsciously covered his collar tightly. The hole of the rocker extending outward was not completely blocked, and the cold wind kept pouring in in bursts.

In the deepest part of this large cabin, a black figure was sitting silently. A faint flame was faltering in front of him. From time to time, he had to cover it with his sleeves so as not to be blown out by the cold wind.

"Look what I brought you."

Lockhart said as cheerfully as he could: "Fluffy bread, fresh jerky, and a little bucket of freshly made pumpkin juice - you shouldn't have to drink the lake, right?"

Snape raised his head slowly, his cold face startled Lockhart.

"You're not dead yet, are you?" Lockhart asked hesitantly.

Snape stared at him silently for a moment before returning his gaze to the pile of flames in front of him.

"You shouldn't have come."

His tone was colder than his face.

"It just increases the risk of exposure for no reason."

After observing him carefully for a while, Lockhart walked over in peace of mind: "I know, but I'm not as cruel as you and Toby. The professor is also good to me. He rarely makes me suffer, no Like you are now——I said, if you really can’t hold on, just tell Toby, I don’t even need you to come forward, I will try to convince him.”

"After all, we've made an unbreakable vow, haven't we?"

Snape clutched his arm subconsciously, but quickly let go of it.

"Are you worried that I will cause you trouble." He said calmly, "Are all Grindelwald's men as timid as you?"

Lockhart sighed deeply.

"I can't stop worrying. Sometimes I have to contact the professor through the big ship. What if he finds you? I don't want to make him unhappy. Besides, no matter how bad the professor's eyes are, Also stronger than Hai Erbo?"

He began to criticize Snape's old master.

"One you, one James, and now you all betrayed him, and none of you wants to go to him. Why, don't you worry that he will settle accounts with you when he comes back?"

"Don't compare me with that person." Snape's tone was much more serious.

"Okay, okay." Lockhart said helplessly, he tore apart the oiled paper containing the food, and pushed it in front of Snape: "You can do whatever you want, at least you still have bread and jerky to eat now , Didn’t Toby say that he had eaten raw meat before, and almost died. It seems that your situation is much better than his—forget it, I won’t compare him with you, okay? "

It wasn't until this time that Snape finally enjoyed his few dinners. It was obvious that he was extremely hungry, and quickly swallowed most of the food Lockhart brought.

"It's okay to eat them all." Lockhart persuaded, "It's fine if I can't bring you any more."

I don't know how Snape understood Lockhart's words. Instead, he refused to touch the leftover food. Instead, he wrapped them carefully and put them next to the flame, so as not to freeze and die hard to swallow.

Lockhart smacked his mouth loudly a few times.

"Actually, there's one thing I've always been curious about."

"You should go."

"When I'm done, it's not a particularly private matter—or Lily Evans, because of her you agreed to do things for Hai Erbo?"

Snape stared at him without saying a word.

"Don't do this to me." Lockhart cried aggrievedly: "I didn't threaten you, nor did I force you to make an unbreakable oath. We are all victims before Toby. In other words, even if I have to die to understand—don't worry, I won't tell others, unless someone can break this oath, but as far as I know, no one can do this, it has to wait until the end of time That's it—that's the day the Triwizard Tournament ends."

"Have you ever guessed what Toby is going to do?"

Snape still didn't speak.

"Think about it." Lockhart simply gave up on getting a response, and said to himself: "He has driven Dumbledore away, and Principal McGonagall must not be in his eyes, so he still wants to What are you going to do? You just—well, I'll get this straight—you trust that he's going to help you get Lily back? We don't even know where she is now."

"Is she really alive?"

Snape's eyes changed suddenly.

"You don't have to worry about it." He said viciously: "The oath didn't stop me from attacking you. If I were you, I would run away as far as possible now. Don't provoke me, and you will never be allowed to mention it." to Lily's name."

Lockhart quickly stood up and said, "I'm going, let me go."

Silence was restored in the cabin.

As time passed, the students on the big ship began to rest, and Lockhart also endured the dissatisfaction in his heart and fell into a dream.

Snape didn't sleep.

Carefully protecting the flames in front of him, he suddenly started to move around in the cabin very regularly.

Finally, a magic circle gradually formed under his feet.If Toby was there, he would be able to recognize it. This is the magic circle that summons wizards with the patron saint. He also used this method to play with Harry and James.

Although Toby was not there at the time, the sudden appearance of Al still made their father and son suffer a lot-who would have thought that there would be a wizard whose patron saint was a Thestral?It's unbelievable that it can even turn into such a harmless Niffler.

And now, Toby had already known about this magic circle when he had a private conversation with Snape, which was the reason why he was really willing to give Snape an extra chance.

The magic circle was awakened, and the strange and beautiful doe gradually took shape. Its figure was very vague and vague, not as real as Snape's own Patronus.

This special magic circle will be changed according to different wizards, because their patron saints are not exactly the same, which represent the souls of wizards.

There are no two identical souls in this world.

This was what Hai Erbo told Snape, and it was also the reason why he was willing to work for Hai Erbo—all because of this unique magic circle.

But for some reason, the magic circle didn't last long, causing Snape's outstretched hand to freeze in the air, while the silver doe in front of him had long since dissipated, and he failed to make a call until the end.

This time Snape failed again.

Haierbo gave him hope, but refused to give him any possibility of success.

Just like hundreds of thousands of temptations in the past.

No one responded to him.

Along with the sudden cold wind, the last flame in the cabin was also extinguished.

In the darkness came Snape's last whisper.

"I will find you."
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Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

Toby hadn't been here much since he used Voldemort's Horcruxes to get old Tom to attack him.

But in the recent period of time, he often appears here.

Now, there is finally a new guest, or prisoner, in the secret room.

Fudge lying on the ground has long since lost his life and death, and the face of Voldemort on the back of his head is also close to dying.

Toby walked over and pulled the toe of his shoe back and forth a few times, looking down at this wizard who was only afraid of death.

"You cannot humiliate me in this way," Voldemort said weakly.

"Do not."

Toby knelt down and looked him in the eyes.

"I'm just curious as to why you haven't died yet, after all, you know, all your Horcruxes have been destroyed - unless there's some other unknown Horcrux like a living person."

He moved his gaze elsewhere.

At the foot of the Slytherin statue, old Tom was lying there quietly, he hadn't fully recovered and couldn't move.

The armor on the side stared at him faithfully, with the Andros devil inside it, never retreating an inch.

"It's really interesting to think about it now."

Toby said slowly: "At first I planned to ask you to bring Snape back, but I didn't expect him to understand as soon as he heard your goal. The only thing that makes you change your mind is old Tom. I I think he must have never seen the note I sent you, but he did know—you said, could Hai Erbo also guess this? He has lived for so long and committed such a crime. Stupid mistake?"

"I don't think you know."

There was nothing but pity in Toby's gaze on Voldemort.

"It's so pitiful. Until the end, you were just a test subject. It seems that Hai Erbo's love for living horcruxes was not as early as I thought. You were the first to enjoy this kind of treatment, and you also used Facing a mortal enemy like my father."

"Don't look at me like that!" Voldemort growled with the last of his strength.

Toby simply waved his hand and completely blocked Voldemort's mouth.

"I'm not interested in the story between your father and son."

He continued as if he was not disturbed: "That is probably Hai Erbo's plan long ago, and the purpose should also be to get rid of your hidden danger at any time—but, at least with me, you still have the value of being studied .”

"Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily. After all, Harry Potter is still alive, and he is also a rare living Horcrux. As a professor, I have to find a way to save his life. "

"And, most importantly."

He looked at the scepter in his hand, and the magic ball floating in the air beside him.

Both of these things are related to Merlin, and a lot of his soul was entrusted to him in the deal with Death God.

"It might work for me too."

(End of this chapter)