Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 399 Unexpected Discovery

398 Unexpected Discovery

"Avada—!"

The students screamed at the spell, and James and Snape stopped in time, but neither of them ducked, thinking Toby was just trying to scare them.

"Death!"

A cruel, green-glowing spell shot out from the tip of the black walnut wand, and it reflected in the eyes of the two men the shadow of a devil with claws and claws, getting closer and closer to them, and finally—almost rubbed against them His scalp hit the wall on the other side of the classroom, and black smoke kept rising.

Everyone was petrified.

Harry stood there trembling, not daring to move, James looked at him in disbelief, and Snape's face was filled with anger - bound by the Unbreakable Vow, he couldn't even fight back now.

"What happened?"

Principal McGonagall hurried over from the other end of the corridor, and she stared at Toby who was standing at the door suspiciously, thinking in her heart what trouble he was going to cause again, why would he always appear at such a time.

Then she glanced at the two people in the room, and the students who were getting closer to the wall.

"It's just a small situation."

Toby put away his wand, smiled at Headmaster McGonagall and said, "But I believe the trouble has been resolved—do you have time? I just want to talk to you about something."

"It's fine if I'm asked to resign voluntarily." McGonagall didn't give Toby any good looks, and especially emphasized the word "voluntary".

"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding." Toby smiled friendly, and then whispered: "How can someone like Moody compare with you? He's a fart, and he didn't teach me when I was in school." There is no comparison at all."

McGonagall raised her eyebrows and said, "Oh? Really? What about Dumbledore? Doesn't he teach you less?"

"If you want to blame him, blame him for teaching too much." Toby shook his head, he made a gesture of invitation, and Principal McGonagall snorted and left first.Then Toby yelled into the room again before leaving: "Everyone be obedient, don't let me know that someone failed the final exam, did you hear that? Now, continue with the class and don't waste time!"

"Perhaps I should be the one to say these words?"

"Look, even you yourself admit that I am the most suitable to be the principal, don't you? Why don't you give up that office earlier, so as not to—how should I say it, anyway, it's irreparable now."

"It depends on your ability, I will not be as soft-hearted as Albus."

"Of course, of course."

As the conversation became farther and farther away, the classroom became quiet again.

Harry stood where he was for a little while longer, he wasn't completely calm yet, but he really felt like someone had to speak up at this point.

"Professor Haimer's class is very lively."

He stammered, "So what are we going to learn later?"

Snape glared at him, and James didn't have the heart to deal with this arch-enemy, but waved to Harry and said, "Go back to your seat first, we'll continue with the lesson, boys—but you must remember that no one You can't use the spell just now without authorization? Do you understand? Not everyone has the same accuracy as Toby."
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Principal's office.

Toby really followed all the way into the house, which made Mag a little suspicious. She sat in the principal's exclusive seat almost as soon as she walked in, and then looked Toby up and down with an undisguised vigilance.

"Don't look at me like that, Headmaster." Toby said helplessly: "Some conflicts are only between me and Dumbledore, even if you will definitely vote for him, it doesn't mean there will be trouble between us, right No? Otherwise, there are so many professors in the school, why would I choose Moody? It is not without reason."

"It seems that I still have to thank you." Mag said with a straight face: "Tell me, what do you want to come to me?"

"What else could it be?" Toby asked rhetorically, "Apart from the Triwizard Tournament, what else do I need to discuss with you?"

Then he really explained his thoughts on the next game in detail, including the maze and the obstacles along the way, as well as the final Goblet of Fire—that will be the symbol of the final winner.

"That's all?" Mag didn't think there was anything wrong with Toby's idea, and obviously it didn't deserve his attention.

really.

"Actually not all of them."

Toby suddenly said seriously: "I found that everyone in the school seems to have forgotten one thing - the person who threw Harry and Cedric's names into the Goblet of Fire has not been found yet? Most importantly, I now have a suspect."

"Who is it?" Mag asked immediately.

But Toby wags a finger from side to side.

"It's better that you don't know the details about this matter, because it involves Hai Erbo, and also includes the Ghost Castle. As long as you convey these key words to Dumbledore, he will figure it out himself. It's not because I don't trust you, but I haven't figured out how that guy acts, let alone where it's hidden, so—"

"You want to ask Dumbledore for help?" McGonagall asked in surprise.

"No." Toby said unexpectedly: "I hope you can tell him in a practical way that no matter what happens, don't interfere, let alone appear at Hogwarts—only until the third test begins. Genius. I know why he asked James to come here, and I can't hide it from him, so I thought about notifying him of it in advance."

"Why?" McGonagall frowned in confusion: "Why do you think Dumbledore will listen to you obediently?"

"Just in case, Headmaster."

Toby stood up and said that he seemed to be planning to leave.

"You don't want to see the day when I duel with Dumbledore-I think Hai Erbo will definitely not let go of this opportunity, so it's better for us to avoid meeting each other. This is the only way I can think of .”
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The aftermath of Defense Against the Dark Arts class passed quickly.

In the following class, Snape enjoyed his love of black art to the fullest, and James no longer objected, but continued to correct the students' erroneous impressions that black art might lead to.

"It's dangerous and fascinating."

"It's more dangerous."

"It's impossible to parry."

"As long as you have enough willpower."

"But it's not easy—"

"No, believe me, I will be the patron saint of Animagus, and the will is not difficult for me at all."

"enough!"

Snape glared at James, who just returned an indifferent look.

Fortunately, the get out of class bell rang at this time.

"Now, let me give you homework."

Snape gritted his teeth and left the students with a lot of papers that needed to be completed with difficulty.

James yelled at the students again: "It's okay even if you can't finish it, I will help you cover it-what, Toby doesn't like you not finishing your homework? Then make sense, don't delve too deep, Otherwise Toby would certainly not like it either."

"I'm the professor of this class!" Snape growled.

James clicked his ears and said, "Strange, why did I hear a bat calling? Forget it, get out of class is over, kids, you should go."

Harry walked out of the classroom in a hurry, he didn't want to worry about these two people at all - they couldn't fight with Professor Higher watching anyway.

It is also possible that they will never have the chance to see each other again.

"It's scary enough."

Ron caught up and said in a panic: "No one thought that Professor Haimer could really cast the Death Curse, did they? Do you think he has used this spell before, otherwise how could he be so proficient?"

"You underestimate Professor Highmore." Hermione corrected disdainfully: "It should be said that he has more powerful magic, how could he use such a low-level spell-just ritual magic is worse than the Killing Curse It's much more complicated."

"I don't think that's anything to brag about, Hermione," said Harry wearily.

"Whatever you say." Hermione separated from them with a flick of her hair, and walked down the corridor.

Ron stared at Hermione's back and muttered, "The House-Elf Liberation Front again? She hasn't given up yet? I thought she'd stop for a while longer."

"It may also be because Professor Highmore gave her confidence." Harry covered his forehead, looking a little headache: "Who makes even Dumbledore can't beat Professor Highmore, and she always thinks that she is Highmore On the professor's side, they're all Muggle-borns after all."

Ron smacked his mouth twice.

"Won't even blood composition become original sin in the future? I'd rather trade my pure blood for a wealthy Muggle-born family, so I don't have to worry about gold all day long."

"Who says it's not." Harry sighed: "But at that time, even if you want to change, no one will dare to take it, unless the White Devil rises, or they get back together."

"None of them seem simple." Ron gave his final evaluation.
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Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

Toby came here suddenly, in front of him was the armor, and Voldemort and Andros' devil trapped in the armor-he locked them all together.

Now that Voldemort is constantly being tortured by the devil, Toby watched this scene with cold eyes—in order to control the two at the same time, the armor must be in the center of a magic circle that Toby specially engraved for it, and he had to come down to take care of it all the time. Row.

But then old Tom couldn't be kept under guard.

But now he is still leaning against the statue of Slytherin, motionless while recuperating silently, and standing in front of him is a very strange figure—a scrawny body, a pharaoh mask on his face, and a pharaoh mask on his head. Ladies wide-brimmed hat.

Here's another helper Toby tried to make—using one of the three skeletons.

It's fine in everything, but it's a bit abnormal mentally.

"How about it, Antioch?"

Toby came over and asked, "Did anything come while I was away? You shouldn't be able to see each other, probably only a kerosene lamp."

The completely changed Antioch skeleton turned around slowly, with deep gazes emitting from the black hole under the mask, making people extremely uncomfortable to watch.

"Roar!"

Suddenly he yelled at Toby.

Toby quickly waved his hand in disgust: "It seems that there is no more, can you keep your voice down?"

"Roar!"

"Okay, it looks like it won't work."

"Roar! Roar!"

"Okay, shut up now!"

One roar means no, two roars mean yes.

Antioch can only communicate in this way now.

Angrily, Toby pulled Antioch away with his palm, and slapped off the mummy's bandages and delicate arms that sneaked over, as if trying to repel mosquitoes.

"It would be great if there were a few more armors. Why is it so hard to find obedient subordinates?"

The armor turned to Toby, and it bowed its head slightly in respect to Toby's praise.

Toby knelt down and stared carefully at old Tom's motionless face.

He knew that the kerosene lamp had found old Tom in the icy and snowy paddock, and it had accidentally caused a part of him to change—it might not be a coincidence, the kerosene lamp obviously had its own purpose.

Toby doesn't know what the purpose of that ghost is now, but judging from its behavior when it found Ron but did not treat him, its target should be the only Harry who was not in the dormitory at that time.

In other words, if Toby wanted to bring out the kerosene lamp again, only Harry and the old Tom who had been changed by the kerosene lamp could be used.

"Could it be because you were a resident before?"

Toby stared at old Tom thoughtfully.

"Then why does the death steward need to use such a troublesome method? Obviously, whether it is Pandora's notebook or myself, it can be one of the means to be controlled by it."

Even though Pandora, who also saw this scene at the time, was terrified by the existence of the death steward, during the whole process, the death steward did nothing, and also did not take away the black feather in the notebook—if it had the ability.

It's the damn feather again.

If it weren't for saving his life under the gaze of the basilisk, Toby would not have ventured to such a place and made such a dangerous experiment on himself.

There was enough deadly stuff about him.

As time passed, Toby's figure began to change constantly, for a while it was a complete human body, and for a while it suddenly dissipated into a whole cloud of pitch-black smoke.

In the end, half of his body turned into an extremely unstable devil, while the other half of his body struggled to maintain a human form.

After going through so many hardships, this is Toby's most comfortable appearance, but despite this, there is still no white light in his eyes, but darkness.

This was the sign of the Patronus gone, and the later Goblet of Fire made him worse.

"Then why did you become like this?"

Toby muttered to himself, two voices came out of his mouth at the same time, one was clearly visible, while the other was extremely low.

"Death steward. Has it always been just a steward?"

A kerosene lamp quietly appeared behind Toby's head, and then, something seemed to be silently forming.

Toby didn't notice any of this until—

"boom!"

With a bang, his body exploded suddenly, turning everything into pitch-black smoke, enveloping the entire hall.

Not long after, the smoke gradually gathered in the middle, revealing Toby's gloomy face.

"I knew you hadn't left yet. Don't worry."

"It's your turn soon."

(End of this chapter)