Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

The restoration of the disappearing cabinet will take some time, and Toby quickly put it behind after a few attempts, because he is facing a more important thing-the new version of "Quiet" is finally about to start It's on sale.

"free?"

Lockhart, who heard the news, was the first to find Toby. He saw the new magazines piled up on the entire wall—it was no longer a thin magazine, but a thick black wall. These can be stored for a long time.

Lockhart finally realized that he had misunderstood this colleague's financial resources. He put on a bright smile and showed his shiny teeth: "It's a grand business plan, but I believe you must need a powerful interviewer." Or, it could increase the popularity of The Quibbler more quickly."

He tidied up his clothes and wrote the words "This interviewer is me" on his face.

Al shoved a new magazine into his arms and slammed the door in front of him, nearly breaking his nose.

Then came Snape, who also had a few words written on his face, but they were all words like "suspicious".

"What on earth are you doing?" he asked, his lips twisting with a hint of sneer: "I see, I understand, you-"

Before he could finish his words, he was hit by a thick magazine and staggered several steps. The force was so strong that it almost knocked him away.

Compared with these two, the attitudes of the other professors were much better. They all received gifts from Toby and expressed their gratitude.

"But how to charge it?" Professor Flitwick raised his doubts: "I heard that you plan to charge on a monthly basis, do you also want to use an owl?"

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome." Toby picked up the magazine, clicked on the Al pattern on the cover, it immediately came to life, opened the belly pocket, and then Toby threw a few Nats and Sickles inside.

"Magic circle." Toby explained: "I believe that this alone will make the wizards pay enough attention to it."

"Wow—!" Flitwick excitedly said with his eyes shining: "Not only is it important, you will be completely famous for it! This is much more useful than your new textbook—well, you should understand what I mean, Right?"

He patted Toby's thigh in embarrassment, feeling embarrassed to stay here any longer.

The last person to visit was Dumbledore. As soon as he came in, he saw Toby who was immersed in writing. It seemed that he had added a new job besides the professor-the writer and editor of "The Quibbler".

Dumbledore was sitting across from the desk. He took out a few manuscripts and read them carefully before his eyes. He found that most of them were related to magic circles, and they were specific to a separate magic circle. They are all interesting, among them is the magic circle of the bite box, which allows wizards to keep their property and important items.

"How are the sales?" he asked without raising his head.

Toby also bowed his head and said: "Not bad, Gringotts is willing to help with this, just treat it as a pamphlet. There are also shops in Hogsmeade Village to help sell, including the Three Broomsticks and the Pig's Head Bar-but I and I don’t know the owner of the Pig’s Head Bar very well, he doesn’t seem to be very talkative, I wonder why he is willing to help?”

He looked up at Dumbledore suspiciously, but Dumbledore didn't respond.

"Okay." Toby bowed his head again and wrote: "In addition, I also want to use this magazine as a graduation gift for the students, and each of them has one copy. As for the students in school, they already have the college magazine Yes, if you want, you can come to me to apply and submit the application to avoid waste. After all, the current funds are still quite tight, and we have to wait until the first batch of fees are returned to know the effect."

Dumbledore nodded, he put the manuscript paper back on the table, got up and left without saying anything extra, acting like a boss who occasionally cared about his subordinates, just visiting by the way.

Toby stared suspiciously at the closed door.

In this way, he would not be able to know what Dumbledore was thinking, let alone guess whether Dumbledore had guessed the existence of the fourth master.

But none of these can shake Toby's determination to start a new magazine, and the current effect is gratifying. Free magazines are very popular among wizards, not to mention that Toby also set up a seven-day free trial period at the beginning. Fees are not due until one week later.

This time also happens to be midnight at the Halloween dinner, and by then the results will be out.

In the run-up to Halloween, the Great Hall had been furnished, and Hagrid's giant pumpkins had been carved into lanterns, big enough for three people to sit inside.It was also rumored that Dumbledore had ordered a skeleton dance troupe to entertain everyone.

Harry and Ron, who had already regretted it, were forcibly pulled away by the resolute Hermione.

"Once a word is spoken, it is hard to follow." She reminded domineeringly: "You said you were going to attend the Deathday Party."

So, at seven o'clock, Harry, Ron and Hermione walked straight through a doorway that led to the crowded Great Hall. It was decorated with lights, candlelight was shining, and gold plates were placed on the table. It was very tempting, but they still walked towards the underground classroom.

At the same time, Toby was still sitting in the Ancient Magic Office. He looked at the two manuscripts that had been sorted out in advance and was a little undecided.

"Do you think it's better to explain the experience of exploring Loch Ness, or should we continue to introduce the magic circle?"

Al collapsed on the sofa in boredom, and he let out a weak "ah", which seemed extremely perfunctory.

"Okay." Toby said helplessly: "Then you go to the Halloween dinner first. I have to finish the magazine first, and I can't make any mistakes tonight."

Al jumped up all of a sudden, and he happily left the office, leaving Toby to worry about the two manuscripts in front of him.

As time slowly approached late at night, Harry saw hundreds of ghosts at Nick's Deathday Dinner, including Weeping Myrtle, who usually stayed in a toilet in the girls' bathroom on the second floor and rarely come out.

All in all, it was the worst banquet Harry had ever attended, with no food that a living person could eat, and no room that was icy and suffocating.

The discomfort came to a head when Harry did Nick a favour—he promised to intercede for Nick, trying to describe how terrifying he was, but was spotted by Sir Patrick of the Headless Hunter, and ignore.

"I can't take it anymore," grumbled Ron, his teeth chattering.

"Let's go," Harry agreed, leading the two of them away, hoping to have some pudding or something at a normal dinner party.

Then, on the steps leading to the hall, Harry heard it.

"...Tear you apart...Tear you apart...Kill you..."

It was that voice again, but this was not the Office of Ancient Magic, and Harry had no reason to hear it here.

Is it because he guessed wrong?

Harry staggered to a stop, clutching the stone wall, listening intently as he looked around, squinting up and down the dimly lit passages.

"Harry, what did you-?"

"That voice came again—don't talk yet—"

"... I'm so hungry... I've been hungry for a long time..."

"Listen!" said Harry urgently, and Ron and Hermione froze, watching him.

"...Kill...it's time..."

The voice was getting weaker and weaker.Harry was sure it was moving - moving up.Staring at the dark ceiling, he felt a sudden sense of horror and excitement; how could it possibly move upwards?Could it be a ghost, and the stone ceiling would not be able to stop it?

"This way," he called, and broke into a run, up the stairs and into the hall.Here echoed the laughter of the halloween feast in the auditorium, and it was unlikely that anything else could be heard.Harry ran at full speed up the marble stairs, Ron and Hermione stumbling behind.

"Look!"

Hermione gasped suddenly and pointed down the corridor.

On the wall in front of them, something glistened. They approached slowly, squinting to make out the details in the darkness. Between the two windows, on the wall a foot high from the ground, there were some writings daubed on it, glimmering under the light of the burning torch.

【The secret room has been opened,】

[Those who are enemies of the heir, beware. 】

"What's that - hanging down there?" said Ron, his voice trembling.

They approached cautiously, and Harry almost slipped: there was a large pool of water on the ground. Their eyes were fixed on the black shadow below.

It was Mrs. Norris, the caretaker's cat, with its tail hanging from the torch holder, its body stiff as a plank, and its eyes wide open and staring.

"Let's get out of here quickly." After being stunned for several seconds, Ron said, "It's definitely not a good sign to be found here."

However, it was too late.A muffled din, like distant thunder, told them that the feast had just ended.

From the ends of the corridor in which they stood there came the sound of hundreds of feet treading up the stairs, and the cheerful chatter and laughter of people who had eaten their fill.Then, the students crowded into the aisle from both ends.

When the people in front saw the upside-down cat, the lively and chirping sounds suddenly disappeared. Harry, Ron and Hermione stood alone in the middle of the corridor. The students fell silent for a moment and crowded forward to watch this terrible scene.

Malfoy's face was flushed with excitement, and he stared at the three of them with a smirk, but for some reason, he didn't choose to provoke them, lest he be reprimanded by passing professors and locked up again What.

Filch arrived too, shouldering his way through the crowd. Then he saw Mrs. Norris, and he stumbled back a few steps, clutching his face with his hands in horror.

"My cat! My cat! What happened to Mrs Norris?" he screamed.

"Argus!"

Dumbledore arrived on the scene, followed by many other teachers. Harry also saw Mr. Eyre's bulging belly over his shoulder. In the blink of an eye, Dumbledore passed by Harry, Ron and Hermione and unhooked Mrs. Norris from the torch holder.

Snape looked at the line of writing on the wall with gloomy eyes, but did not speak.

Under Dumbledore's calm command, he asked many people to leave together alone, and Lockhart offered his office, which was the closest to here.

On the way, Harry saw Snape approaching Dumbledore. He glanced at Al warily, but still said: "Headmaster, I think it is necessary to find Toby now."

Dumbledore turned to look at him.

"You should understand what I mean." Snape ignored Al's increasingly unfriendly eyes and said: "The heir of Slytherin is written on the wall. In any case, that will attract people like Toby and mess up this place. Everything is turned upside down. I even suspected that he might be some kind of heir, isn't it because he has been saying that he is better than Slytherin-"

"Severus." Dumbledore stopped Snape from continuing with his eyes.

At this moment, there was a loud scream from the stairs, and everyone stopped.

"Professor! Professor!" Percy ran down the stairs and shouted breathlessly: "You...you need to come here, the students can't solve it-"

Before he could finish his words, Dumbledore walked over. He led a group of people behind him to the top of the stairs. The frightened students automatically made way for them so that they could see the wet stairs. And the back view standing at the top of the stairs. Many people are familiar with this back view, which was printed on the cover of the revised version of "The Quibbler".

Snape subconsciously looked at Dumbledore, but Dumbledore just walked across to Toby without saying a word. He stared at the familiar face that no longer changed, pulled out the wand from Toby's hand, and put it back inside his pocket.

Al suddenly let out a sharp scream, and the hair all over his body trembled, showing signs of losing control.

Dumbledore tried his best to appease Al. He looked at Snape who had walked over silently and said, "Bring Toby to Lockhart's office."

Snape and him looked at each other for a short while. No one knew what they communicated through their gazes. Snape finally nodded silently.