Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

At least one thing, Tom Riddle was not wrong-Toby was indeed distressed because he was sorted into Slytherin House, and even suffered psychological torture because of it.

Even more than Slytherin. Slytherin is just a path chosen by Toby himself, and the reason why he is so obsessed with the pursuit of ancient magic also stems from his desire to prove that blood theory is useless.

He didn't understand why a Muggle-born would be sorted into Slytherin, where blood was supreme.

Toby could often feel the vague repulsion from the black walnut wand, which seemed to prove that the idea of ​​being more Slytherin than Slytherin was wrong, at least not entirely correct.

Toby wants to find out the real reason, from Tom Riddle.

However, after torturing it for a long time, the notebook still refused to let go, it even gave up talking to Toby, and no matter what Toby wrote, a line of words would no longer emerge.

"Yeah?" Al held up a small shovel and asked Toby if he wanted to continue the interrogation.

"No, stop first."

Toby said, throwing the notebook into the coffin, and then he sat on the chair behind the desk and thought silently.

Now it seems that the plan to force the notebook to answer truthfully has completely failed. Although Toby still has many methods that cannot be used, it is difficult to guarantee that the notebook will not be destroyed.

Perhaps Toby shouldn't have been so anxious at the beginning. He should have let the notebook stay with Luna and secretly observed what the notebook's plan was.

But that's really against what a professor is supposed to do - framing students.

And Toby had already thought of a better goal.

Myrtle once mentioned that an uninvited guest sneaked into the abandoned bathroom before school started. This happened to correspond to one of the places mentioned in the notebook. What is the connection between this notebook.

After all, this Tom Riddle notebook couldn't have been conjured out of thin air.

Toby calls Al over and he whispers something.

Gradually, Al showed a malicious smile.

It didn't like the arrogant man who dominated the list from the beginning.

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On the other side, after Professor Hemmer left Hagrid's cabin, the three Harrys quickly said goodbye and left. They found a place by the black lake, sat down, and discussed in low voices what they had just seen.

"As soon as Professor Highmore woke up, he went to Hagrid and asked him to take him to the chicken coop." Harry said, "Do you feel that something is wrong?"

"Need to say." Ron smacked his tongue: "The first time I saw Professor Haimer, I thought there was something wrong with him. Why did he wrap himself up so tightly? To be honest, he probably wouldn't Really turned into a mummy? Do you remember the pharaoh mask?"

He asked with his eyes the only person who had clearly seen the entire passage during the last confinement.

"Of course I remember." Hermione said worriedly: "But I think it might have something to do with the magic circle on the professor's body. It looks much more dangerous than the Pharaoh's mask. After all, who would do that kind of experiment on themselves? ah......"

She still hasn't forgotten the shocking scene at that time - there are dense magic circles engraved on Professor Haimer's upper body, and all of them emit an ominous black light.This caused Hermione to have nightmares for several days, each ending with Professor Highmore turning into a monster and killing both her and Harry.

Seeing that the topic was getting more and more biased, Harry quickly stopped them and said, "Let's talk about Professor Highmore later. I mean the monster, the monster in the Chamber of Secrets. After all, Professor Highmore is the only witnesses."

Ron looked at him suspiciously: "Did I hear you right? Are there any monsters that are associated with roosters? Favorite food?"

Hermione was stunned for a moment, she suddenly stretched out her hand and patted her forehead: "Rooster—quick, follow me to the library, I seem to know!"

"What do you know?!" Ron shouted behind her, but Hermione ran so fast that she didn't have time to stop, so the two had to follow her in confusion.

The three of them quickly walked into the library under Mrs. Pince's dissatisfied gaze. Hermione searched in front of the tall bookshelves, picked up a copy of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", and found a table with Harry and Ron to sit at. Come down and turn the pages of the book quickly. ?

"Look!"

Hermione suppressed her excitement and said, "Look at this."

Harry looked over quickly, and Ron read in a low voice the passage pointed to by Hermione: [In our country, there are many terrifying beasts and monsters roaming around, the most bizarre and lethal one is the basilisk, also known as snake king.The snake, which can become very large and often live for hundreds of years, is hatched from an egg by a toad.The Basilisk kills in an astonishing way, as its deadly stare can kill as well as its deadly fangs.Anyone caught by its gaze is instantly killed.The spider will run away when it sees the basilisk, because the basilisk is the deadly enemy of the spider, and the basilisk will run away if it hears the crowing of the rooster, because the crowing of the rooster is also fatal to it. 】

Harry and Ron heard Hermione say excitedly: "The basilisk, I think this is the monster in the Chamber of Secrets. Maybe Professor Hemmer went to the chicken coop to check it out because he knew this - and spiders, you remember in Those spiders at the place where Mrs. Norris was injured, they are all running for their lives, and the basilisk is their natural nemesis - this all corresponds!"

Harry and Ron exchanged a look, and then Ron said hesitantly: "I don't want to hit you, but if the basilisk's gaze is fatal, then why is Professor Hemmer not dead? And, most importantly, Why didn't Professor Heimer tell us about this? There seems to be no reason for him to hide it from the students, or any other professor, including President Dumbledore..."

Hermione calmed down a little.

Yes, Ron is right. If Professor Heimer really knew the existence of the basilisk, he was not killed in the basilisk's attack...

"Maybe it's because he hasn't had time to tell us." Hermione said with a fluke mentality: "Go back to the common room and take a look, it might be published in the college magazine."

They hurried back to the Gryffindor common room again, scrolling through the huge pages of the house magazine.

However, there is not even a word of the basilisk mentioned there.

At this moment, not only Hermione, but even Harry and Ron had bad thoughts in their hearts.

They didn't understand why Professor Highmore didn't tell the story.

What's even more unclear is how Professor Highmore was only harmed by petrification instead of dying.

Moreover, did Professor Haimo really wake up by luck?

"Maybe you guys think I'm crazy." Ron said dryly, "But why do I think that Professor Haimer is the mysterious murderer? Don't you think it's reasonable—he did it through petrification first. Hurt himself, so that when he wakes up, no one else will suspect him."

"Professor Highmore is the heir of Slytherin. I'm sorry, Harry, it seems you lost the election."

"No...that can't be the case." Harry didn't believe this from the bottom of his heart. How could it be Professor Heimer? He was the only Slytherin who was different, and even changed Harry's impression of Slytherin House. At the very least, they were not all simply annoying and prejudiced ghosts.

"Go find Principal Dumbledore." Hermione suggested calmly: "That's all we can do now."

Hermione was right, and in case Professor Highmore was the real murderer, Harry couldn't think of anyone who could stop him - probably only Dumbledore.

They hurried out of the common room again, only to find that none of them knew where the headmaster's office was, or who had been taken to see the headmaster, when they were in the corridor.

"How about writing a letter?" Ron suddenly thought of this method.

So, amidst the fat lady's complaints, they crawled back to the Gryffindor common room. Harry hurried back to the dormitory, took out the parchment and quill, but hesitated at how to write.

"Let's just write about the basilisk first." Hermione knew the reason for Harry's hesitation: "As for Professor Highmore... it would be terrible if we make a mistake. Professor Highmore would be suspected for no reason. . But we can mention that Professor Heimer inspired us, what do you think?"

Harry thought this method couldn't be more correct. After writing the letter, they went to the owl hut together and asked Hedwig to deliver the letter to Dumbledore.

The three of them stood on the terrace together, watching helplessly as Hedwig flew further and further away. It didn't look like she was flying to the principal's office.

"It seems that the principal is not at school." Ron clapped his hands and said, "Go back, I hope we can get a reply from the principal soon."

"Where do you think the principal went?" On the way back, Harry was still wondering: "He chose to leave at this time...could it have something to do with Professor Heimer?"

Neither Ron nor Hermione could answer.

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At the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Lockhart received a mysterious letter with a package.

"Let me see which enthusiastic reader sent this in—no signature? How could it be unsigned?"

Lockhart turned the envelope over and over several times, but both the name and the address were blank.

"It seems to be a reader who likes a mysterious atmosphere."

Lockhart gladly accepted the other party's kindness, which was not too unusual among letters from fans, and it was also a treatment that another author in the same castle had never enjoyed.

[Dear Mr. Lockhart, I am a reader who cannot be named, but I really like your book, but I can’t get your autographed photo. Don’t ask me why, it’s also inconvenient. revealed. All in all, I sent you a gift, and I hope you can write your reply to me on the gift. I think I will feel those words in my mind. 】

Facing the curious eyes of the portraits on the wall, Lockhart opened the package and saw the black-covered notebook inside.

“Aha—as a top-selling author, I shouldn’t let my readers down, right?”

The portraits nodded approvingly, and several of them looked proud.

Lockhart took out a quill, opened the notebook, dipped some ink, and wrote on the blank page: "Dear reader, I hope you can feel these words with your heart, because I received your gift gone."

Just when Lockhart was thinking about how to continue writing, he suddenly saw these handwriting disappear little by little, and another line of blurred words appeared instead: [Who are you? 】

Lockhart was startled and watched as the line of text disappeared.

Now it seems that I have broken away from the scope of replying to book fans.

Lockhart tried to continue writing: "Is it you, my crazy book lover. If it is convenient, can you tell me your name?"

Then, the notebook's answer appeared.

[Don’t think you can fool me in this way - Tom Riddle - I know this name will scare you, remember this name well, one day, you will pay the price for it -]

With a "snap", the notebook was forcefully closed.

A fine bead of sweat appeared on Lockhart's forehead, and he panicked suddenly.

"Merlin..."

Lockhart hurriedly put the notebook in his arms, looked around, found a mirror, looked at the expression on his face in the mirror, and tried to show himself a confident smile in the past.

After adjusting for a while, he returned to his cheerful look and walked out of the office pretending to be nonchalant and walked to the corridor.

"Ok?"

Lockhart stared suspiciously at a piece of armor in the corner of the corridor, was it originally placed here?

He turned back three times and stared at the armor for a long time. When he came to the stairs, he quickened his pace and hurried to the abandoned bathroom on the second floor. Then he casually opened a cubicle and threw the notebook inside, like It was as if he was getting rid of some unpredictable trouble, and then he left in a hurry.

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This was a dark room with the curtains drawn. Dumbledore was sitting on an uncomfortable chair. He looked helplessly at the suspicious owner of the room opposite.

"Alastor, as I said, I am not joking."

Moody's hideous face appeared, and he grunted, "Oh, really? But I've never heard you make such a request of me—let me help one of your students Azkaban? I remember you hated dementors, which makes it hard for me to imagine what made you change your mind."

"This has nothing to do with my views on dementors." Dumbledore said, but Moody suddenly became alert at this moment. He quietly came to the window, holding the wand in his hand, as if he was ready to take action at any time. look.

"Owl..." he suddenly shouted: "Damn it, those people found me after all! Don't tell me you are with them, Albus-"

"Don't be nervous." Dumbledore walked to Moody, and he also saw the flying owl: "If I'm not mistaken, it's just another student's pet of mine, let it in, there won't be any harm." Yes."

After Hedwig was allowed to enter the room, it was completely seen by Moody's magic eyes, and it hid in a corner and shivered.

Dumbledore opened the letter, and when he saw the contents, he frowned a little bit.

"What, is there a problem?" Moody asked, the magic eye still fixed on Hedwig.

A flame ignited from Dumbledore's hand, igniting the letter and illuminating his obscure face.

"Always like that," he said quietly.