Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

Before night fell, the news that the Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch players were going to be imprisoned spread all over the campus, but the person they offended was still Professor Highmore, and Slytherin House was also affected by it. Fifty points were deducted!

It's a catch-all!

The students were all shocked by this, and everyone was talking about what tonight's confinement was about - until they heard that Professor Hemmer was going to put on a pharaoh mask to teach those students...

Well, no one dared to continue asking. They even made up their minds to hide away, the farther the better, so as not to be affected.

After dinner, Wood called all the Gryffindor players in the common room and wanted to cheer them on, but even Hermione couldn't stand it-yes, she was also involved in the fight , also need to be locked up.

"Stop talking, Wood." Hermione advised: "I once worked as a proofreader for Professor Hemmer. Well... I was also imprisoned twice. This time it was relatively good. At least we Now that we know what we are about to face in a while, it is better to spend all our time preparing the magic circle. Maybe - well, I know it's not a good thing to say, but maybe there is still a glimmer of hope."

Wood's face was frighteningly pale, and even the twins had no intention of joking - compared to Harry and the others, they were considered senior students, and Professor Heimer was never merciful to senior students, but was more strict. .

"I will pray for you." Neville, who was watching, could only say this.

Harry couldn't even force a smile, and just nodded gloomily.

On the other side, in the principal's office.

"It's only been a year!"

Snape kept walking up and down in front of Dumbledore, he accused angrily: "Look at what he has done?! Now he is going to break the rules in front of you! Don't you just sit back and watch?" Look, do nothing?!"

Dumbledore stared at Fox, who was getting older, and he said calmly: "I thought you knew him, Severus. Once Toby made up his mind, it was very difficult for him to change. He refused, even It is to resist the idea of ​​going against his own will. He never discusses with others, more, it is just a simple notification. I believe you have a deep understanding of this."

But Snape couldn't help but become even more angry, and his whole person was like a gloomy old bat.

Once again, he gritted his teeth and asked, "So you're just watching, planning to do nothing?!"

Dumbledore slowly closed his eyes, feeling a little tired.

Once again, he was seen as omnipotent.

"Yes," he said softly, "I'm not going to stop Toby, he's been showing more and more resistance to the idea of ​​me having a good talk. Do you remember the last time this happened, he did Did something happen? Need I remind you again?"

Dumbledore opened his eyes again, his light blue eyes met Snape's, ignored the warning contained therein and continued: "Almost, almost, he killed Petunia himself, if it wasn't for the later Hunted by the Death Eaters, he really managed to do it."

Snape had no mercy for this. He said coldly: "It's entirely her fault. That damn Muggle has always been jealous of Lily. Toby just wanted to give Lily a sigh of relief. If it weren't for... ..if not......"

Snape suddenly couldn't continue talking anymore, his expression became extremely painful.

"You want to say that you will do this, right?" Dumbledore asked, but then he shook his head: "No, it's not that simple. That's just what Toby wants us to see. It's not the whole truth... Only a few people know the truth, and Lily is one of them."

"Otherwise, she won't really draw a line with Toby later on. You and I both know how difficult this decision is for Lily. She will never give up on her friends so easily."

"all in all--"

Dumbledore signaled Snape to sit on the chair opposite the desk with his eyes, but Snape, who was already extremely angry, refused to listen to him at all, turned around directly, and left the office angrily.

Dumbledore looked back at Fawkes, who groaned.

"But what can I do?"

Dumbledore repeated what Toby had said in a low voice, as if he was talking to himself: "I know that Toby doesn't want me to become the White Devil, but in the same way, I don't want to see the birth of the Black Devil with my own eyes." .”

"After all, that's happened once."

At nine o'clock in the evening, the two college Quidditch team members, plus Ron and Hermione, arrived at the door of the ancient office.

There was a competitive momentum between the two sides, and no one was willing to admit defeat, but they reached a very similar consensus on the matter of knocking on the door - no one was willing to step forward and knock the door to terror in person. door, not to mention that everyone knew Professor Heimer was waiting for them there.

Just when they thought that time would continue to drag on, the door suddenly opened automatically, and the two sides took a step back in tacit understanding again, both of them were frightened.

"There seems to be something wrong..."

Ron said while hiding behind Hermione. He turned around and was dragged in front of him by an angry Hermione.

Not only he could see that something was wrong, everyone could see it—the ancient magic office was dark and the lights were not turned on.Only the beam of light from the corridor poured in, shining impartially on the pharaoh's coffin facing the door, watching everyone silently, making them feel chills in their hearts.

At the critical moment, it was Wood who had the courage to say: "Stop imitating those cowards, let's go, it's our turn to go in."

His legs were still shaking when he said this, but no one could laugh.

Gryffindor walked into the dark office first. Slytherin did not rush first, but shrewdly followed behind them.

Malfoy, who was at the back of the team, was the last one to walk in. As soon as he crossed the threshold, the door slammed shut behind him, startling everyone.

In the pitch-black environment, Malfoy couldn't help but want to pull the door open, but it seemed that some spell was cast on it, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it open.

"We are locked up." He said in horror. He couldn't see anyone and could only hear the gasps from around him.

At this moment, there was a strange rustling sound, as if something was slowly opening.

"Professor Hemmer?"

Fred shouted as if grabbing a life-saving straw: "Is it you, Professor Highmore?!"

No one responded to him.

George couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "I said, aren't we here for confinement today, but why is Professor Heimer like this-ah!"

A sudden shout sounded, but in the blink of an eye there was no movement.

"Jo... George?" Fred shouted in a trembling voice, "George, where have you been hiding? This is not funny at all."

"Hush!" Harry said suddenly, "Listen, what's going on here?"

It was a voice, a voice that was creepy, breathless, cold and vicious.

"Come...come...let me tear you apart...tear you apart...kill you..."

Immediately afterwards, the previous weird rustling sound sounded again.

Harry didn't dare to move. He tried to open his eyes but couldn't see anything clearly.

But inexplicably, Harry felt something standing in front of him.

It was like Harry was staring into the darkness.

The monster in the dark was also staring into his eyes.

It seemed like there was only face-to-face distance.