Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

Day by day, the life of the trio recently - how to put it, they can't tell whether it has changed for the better or for the worse.

The cause of the matter begins with a Quidditch training.

Wood rallied the players in the Gryffindor common room to start training over the weekend and must win the Quidditch trophy this year.

Harry hesitated for a while and said, "I'm afraid I can't go."

"Why?" Wood asked. "You can't just give up now. We're still counting on you. Is it because of the archeology thing? Listen, I know there are some complaints about you in school, but I don't want that to affect you." Up to your performance—"

He deliberately said these words loudly in the common room, just to speak for Harry and prevent Harry from being troubled by those slanders again.

As for the reason for the slander, everyone knows, of course it is because of Professor Haimer's "thank you" by name on the bulletin board.

"Well, not for that," said Harry, "for special training. I had to go to Professor Highmore for special training at the weekend, dodging Bludgers and trying to catch snitches or something. I didn't We can't go, or Professor Highmore will turn the Bludger into a ball of fire, which he warned us in advance."

Whether they were chatting or studying or doing their homework, all the students stopped all their movements. They were obviously secretly listening to the conversation between the two.

Professor Haimer's special training? !

It was the first time they had heard of it, due to Harry's recent lack of popularity.

Wood froze for a moment, and then became excited: "Is this true? Merlin, wouldn't you be able to defeat the Slytherin team by yourself?!"

"Huh?" Harry didn't understand why Wood and Professor Highmore wanted to be together.

"Do you still need to ask?" Wood walked around, clenched his fists and said, "That's Professor Haimer, his training standards must be different from ours. We want to defeat students, but the professor thinks What you want is not the same thing, at least it has to be—fire dragon? Chimera beast? I don’t know, it’s probably this kind of standard. This is really great, this time we’re sure to win!”

Harry recalled the scene of being hit by Bludgers repeatedly, and then getting up again under the ruthless orders of either Professor Highmore or Mr. Al.

"It shouldn't be that exaggerated, right?" Harry said with some uncertainty, "My recent performance has not been that good..."

"No, no, no." Wood shook his finger from side to side and said, "I don't care how much you underestimate yourself, but it's your fault for underestimating Professor Heimer."

Harry was speechless.

At this time, Neville, who was immersed in his homework, called him and looked at him with bright eyes: "Then do you know what the next archeology class will be tested?"

Those words alone lit up the atmosphere in the common room.

Professor Haimer of Hogwarts has been dead for a long time, and the students gathered around Harry to ask about the content of the next archeology class. They really don't want to be balled up, burn themselves, have snotty noses from the cold, or be unkempt.

Harry shouted out of his wits: "There are also Hermione and Ron, they are also the objects of special training!"

Hermione looked up from her notebook, and Ron stopped swinging his sword.

"Ok?"

"Ok?"

The students dispersed, and Harry took advantage of the gap to get into the passage and left the common room.

Just as he was panting as he walked down the corridor, Hermione and Ron also came from behind.

"What's going on?" Ron asked in surprise: "We suddenly turned into multi-flavored juice? Everyone wants to take a bite of it?"

Hermione thought about it and said, "Do you think this is also in Professor Haimer's plan? Did he think of this step in advance, so he wanted to ask us to go to special training?"

The three of them thought together for a while, and then they quickly gave up trying to figure out what Professor Hemmer was thinking.

It’s not that I don’t want to think about it, it’s that I really can’t understand it.

Let's talk about the special training. They didn't dare to disobey Professor Heimer's wishes. They would go through torture on the weekends, but they no longer thought about it.

Not only did he cause trouble for Principal Dumbledore, but he didn't even want to think about the disappearance of Barnabas Guffy.

The reason is very simple. After continuous misunderstandings, they have already made a decision—unless they saw Professor Haimer framed each other with their own eyes, they would not doubt Professor Haimer anymore anyway, even if it was in line with the intention No more clues.

Even if they see this scene with their own eyes, they will try to maintain a reasonable concession space.

All in all, trust Professor Haimer unconditionally.

Lest those ridiculous misunderstandings happen again and again.

On Sunday, the three of them came to the special classroom of ancient magic again.

Only Mr. Al is in the room at the fork, and it is continuing to fabricate news related to the secret room.

The three of them didn't think about it, they spread apart habitually, Harry picked up the Nimbus 2001, Ron picked up the wooden sword and walked in front of the armor and the skeleton, while Hermione sat behind the table and secretly glanced at the news two Eyes, and then put on half-moon glasses to start a new round of learning.

The room was quiet, only Harry and Ron's painful cries occasionally sounded, and the rest was the sound of Hermione turning the pages of the book, and Al's brushing and writing.

The recent sales of "The Quibbler" have been good. To be precise, the renewal rate has occupied a large part of the market that "The Daily Prophet" has abandoned, and it is becoming more and more popular among wizards.

Al put down his quill and looked at the news on the parchment with satisfaction.

"Yeah." it shouted, stretching out a finger and shaking it at them, indicating that they could take a ten-minute break.

Harry and Ron grinned and sat next to Hermione, which was the only seat in the room.

The three saw Mr. Al leaving the room with the draft.

"What's the title this time?" Harry asked.

""The Chamber of Secrets and the Visitor from afar"" Hermione thought about it and said, "It seems to be news related to Professor Angela, but I didn't mention it by name."

"Stop talking." Ron reminded as he rubbed the non-existent scars on his shoulders: "I don't want Mr. Al to know that we are talking about it behind our back. By the way, let me tell you some good news. I'm only two Jinga short." Long can afford a new wand."

While the three were discussing enthusiastically, Al had brought the draft to the deeper part of the tunnel. Not far ahead was the molted skin left by the basilisk and Toby standing in front of it.

"Yeah." Al handed the draft to Toby.

After watching it once, Toby praised: "That's right, I really like the part where Angela is trembling with fright. In short, you can write whatever exaggeration you want. First, find a way to make "The Quibbler" more popular."

Al proudly put away the draft, flicking the fluff on his little head, looking proud.

In order not to expose the existence of the fourth master, Al usually sent the manuscript to Lovegood, who then published it in The Quibbler.

There is no rush to send this manuscript yet. Lovegood already has many manuscripts saved, such as "The Chamber of Secrets and the Disobedient Student", "The Shadow in the Chamber of Secrets", "The Chamber of Secrets and the Unknown Principal", etc. A series of articles including mixed truth and falsehoods greatly increased the renewal rate of "The Quibbler".

Al and Toby looked at the shed skin in front of them together, and they discussed it in a low voice. Valley

"This molting can't be wasted. I originally planned to try it with a magic circle, but I also want to try it with ritual magic. What do you think?"

"ah?"

"Trying to combine them? It's an exciting idea, and it really came to my mind. But that's good. If this time succeeds, then the basilisk corpse will be more useful next time."

"ah?"

"Dumbledore? The principal shouldn't care about it. He's been busy studying the mummy recently, staying in the secret room all day long, and he doesn't know where he is going."

On the other side, in the sealed chamber, Dumbledore burned the mummy with red flames, but watched helplessly as he returned to his original state, even the decayed cloth strips were the same as before.

The mummy tried to attack Dumbledore with its teeth and claws, but was blocked by a thick transparent barrier.

Inside the barrier, Dumbledore calmly examined the mummy, and then put his gaze on the diary and the crown in his hand.

"What's the difference?"

He murmured: "The mummy went crazy, but Tom was able to maintain consciousness... What's the difference?"

"Is it the influence of time, or... these are two completely different kinds of magic."

"Pharaoh's mask, mummy, and Pharaoh's coffin. Is it the influence of the two, or is it all three..."

He suddenly gave Fox a look, making a note disappear with the phoenix feather.

In the next second, a note appeared in front of Toby and Al who were discussing the plan to use the basilisk to shed its skin.

"what is this?"

Toby picked up the note, and Al craned his neck to read the words on it, suddenly shouting with excitement.

【Toby, if you don't mind, can I destroy the pharaoh's coffin?This is critical. 】

Toby cares a lot! Not to mention Al!

But what Toby wanted to know more was how the principal planned to destroy the pharaoh's coffin. It was so hard that it couldn't be destroyed with ordinary magic.

Could it be said that the principal has gained something? Cracking the secret of the coffin?

"Go, go and see!"

Toby said hurriedly, leading Al to run deeper into the tunnel.

Dumbledore seemed to have expected this a long time ago. The originally sealed wall was opened with an entrance, and the mummy was put back into the coffin.

Of course, he had hidden the crown long ago, so as not to be targeted by this disobedient student.

When Toby and Al arrived, they saw Dumbledore leaving the coffin alone and standing in front of the dead basilisk.

"It's the venom of the basilisk!" Toby said: "Are you planning to use the venom of the basilisk to destroy the coffin? This is really a genius idea! I should have tried it a long time ago. By the way, there are immortal mummies. Maybe we should also try using basilisk venom——"

"No, Toby." Dumbledore interrupted. He turned around, looked at Toby with complicated eyes and said, "The truth may be worse than we imagined... Do you mind if I destroy the coffin?" Did it fall?"

The coffin is just one of the accompanying collections, with more commemorative significance. Especially in the face of the principal's profound tone, Toby had no reason to reject the other party's idea.

He wanted to find out what the principal had discovered.

After receiving the permission, Dumbledore did not pull out the basilisk's fangs, but walked to the coffin.

Fox stood on his shoulder. It flew up and landed on the coffin. He lowered his head and shed a few tears from the corners of his eyes.

At the moment when the tears touched the coffin, something miraculous happened.

It was as if thousands of years had passed by in the blink of an eye, the coffin was filled with yellow sand from top to bottom, and the face on the lid showed a relieved expression.

In just a few seconds, the coffin completely disappeared, and even the yellow sand turned into dots without leaving any traces.

Now only the mummy inside the coffin remains.

At this moment, it was no longer crazy, but stood there incomparably calm.

"Don't let it destroy you..." An indistinct voice came out of the mummy's throat. It actually regained its senses, looked at Toby's hood and said, "Find a way to take off the mask, now. not late......"

As soon as he finished speaking, the mummy seemed to have lost its skeleton. Like a poorly carved statue, it collapsed in an instant, fell to the ground, and disappeared like a coffin.

Al watched this scene in horror, and it grabbed Toby's collar tightly.

Dumbledore broke the silence and said: "It turns out that we were all wrong. It wasn't the mummies and coffins that existed first, but the pharaoh masks that existed first, and these two things came later."

"You should be able to see that this is a poison as violent as the basilisk's venom. If we don't remove the mask in time, this mummy and coffin will be your home. You will become them, And guard the mask in the dark."

"It is the subject, the one that controls everything."

"Now, tell me, Toby, how far has it affected you?"

Toby looked at Dumbledore through the fog.

"No, principal." He murmured: "No, we can't destroy the Pharaoh mask so easily. I have some new ideas now, no..."

He stepped back slowly.

Dumbledore didn't stop, and watched him disappear at the end of the tunnel.

"Okay." He said helplessly, "I knew this would be worse than I thought."

Fawkes cried, gently touching the back of Dumbledore's hand with his head.

On the other side, Toby was running in the corridor, and Al shouted anxiously: "Yeah!"

"I know, Al, the situation is a bit bad, but this may also be an opportunity. Yes, I am referring to the Pharaoh's mask. It is of great value. It may be the key to studying ancient magic. You can also find out from it The reason for the decline in the level of the magic world.”

"Trust me, just trust me."

He finally consoled me: "You know, only my body is engraved with magic circles, not to mention the hidden dangers in my body."

"They're not going to make it easy for masks to do what they want."