Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

"Memory balls that indicate the importance? How ridiculous—"

The arm holding the quill suddenly became uncontrollable.

"Praiseworthy creativity——"

Draco suddenly raised his palm, his face became very ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said to Neville, who had not seen enough: "You passed, hurry up, take your garbage and get out of here!"

Suddenly, his arm became uncontrollable again, and he rigidly held the quill pen and carved on the table: "Different color changes, maybe I can also try to add this, and change badges according to pious intentions , let more people enjoy the glory of Slytherin, and the power of Professor Highmore—”

"enough!"

Malfoy said viciously, raising his arms suddenly. When he looked up, he found that everyone around him was staring at him with strange eyes.

"It turns out that you also admire Professor Highmore." Neville sneered. "That's right. Compared with you guys, Professor Highmore is the most powerful Slytherin. No one can compare."

He walked away proudly, but more people came, and the long table of Slatin was surrounded by water.

The most terrifying part is that once Draco wants to refuse, the Pen of Truth will forcefully control his arm to write the censorship content, most of which are insincere words. Draco is furious when he sees it, even the hand on the other hand. I can't even hold onto the pie.

"Get out of here!"

He used all his strength to throw the pen of truth away, but watched it fly back, poking his head again and again, unable to avoid it.

Harry looked gloating, and he squeezed through the crowd and shouted: "Quick! Come and see if my flute talisman meets the requirements!"

Ron also yelled, "And my sweater!"

"What are you all doing here?!"

At the critical moment, it was still Snape who stepped forward, and the moment he appeared, the temperature in the auditorium dropped by three points.

"Don't you need to have breakfast? Don't you need to prepare your homework in advance?! If that's what you think, I can promise you now -"

Faced with Snape's eerie "promise", the students fled in all directions. Draco was still tilting his neck to avoid the attack of the quill, but was grabbed by Snape's outstretched palm and walked all the way to the teacher's desk.

"Good morning, Severus." Toby said leisurely, "You don't still miss Lucius' kindness, do you? What did he do for you? Could it be that he recruited you into that evil organizational?"

"Shut up." Snape said with a twisted face: "Don't let me see you trying to cause trouble in my house again, and don't think that I don't know what you are planning-"

"Your house?" Toby's tone suddenly rose an octave: "This is really funny. You actually think it's your house? Think about it carefully, who is better than Slytherin - "

At this time, Lupine interrupted the quarrel between the two: "The students are still watching."

Snape stared at Lupine with a spiteful look, no less angry than at Toby.

After throwing the pen of truth back in front of Toby, Snape turned around angrily, so angry that he didn't even eat breakfast.

Lupine smiled helplessly at Toby, but Toby didn't react at all, but fiddled with the pen of truth back and forth.

While Al was grimacing at Snape's back, Toby threw the pen of truth into the air, and flew directly along the long table back to the terrified Draco.Fortunately, this time it didn't poke Draco's head again, but Professor Haimer's voice came from it: "The meal time is safe in the future."

Is it only meal time?

Draco turned pale with fright, couldn't even guarantee the time to sleep?

In the direction of the long table in Gryffindor, Harry and Ron looked away in disappointment. The scene of the duel they were looking forward to did not happen.

Hermione glared at them angrily.

"What are you all thinking about?!" She questioned: "Even if you don't focus on your studies, you should at least focus on the prizes for inventions. You can't really let Slytherin win the final championship." Bar?"

Ron thought of a large sum of gold, he clenched his fist and said, "How could they make this money!"

Harry also thought about the Firebolt certificate that was taken away, and became excited at the same time: "You are right, Hermione, you have to do this even to get the Firebolt back! By the way, what is the next class? Ancient magic class?"

"No." Hermione opened the schedule and said, "It's a divination class. I haven't learned divination yet. I hope it will be more interesting."

The divination classroom is on the top of the North Tower, very far away.

The three of them finished their breakfast quickly. When they passed the Slytherin table, they found Malfoy rushing to fill his stomach. He choked and rolled his eyes. Crabbe and Goyle were helpless and slapped his back hard, looking like he was about to die. Beat him to death.

The classroom for the divination class was hard to find, and the three of them struggled to get to the north tower with the help of a knight in an oil painting.

"I'll let you off this time, evil disciple of the black devil!"

The knight shouted: "Don't let me see you doing evil, the just Sir Cadogan will not let you go!"

The three of them watched blankly as the knight fell off the fat little gray zebra horse, hurriedly crossed the portrait to catch up, and accidentally fell again.

"How dare you speak ill of Professor Haimer so openly..."

"Can the professor do the confinement with the portrait?"

"Maybe it can be done... It seems to be true. He is quite brave, but his brain is not very good."

They climbed the last few stairs to a small landing where most of the class had gathered.There was not a single door on the platform.Ron nudged Harry and pointed to the ceiling, where there was a circular trapdoor with a brass plaque embedded in it.

"Sybill Trelawney, Divination teacher," Harry read, "But how to get up there?"

As if to answer his question, the trap door suddenly opened and a silver ladder lowered, landing right at Harry's feet. Everyone fell silent.

At the top of the ladder is the strangest classroom the students have ever seen, except for the special ancient magic classroom last semester.

In fact, it didn't look like a classroom at all, more like a cross between a loft and an old-fashioned teahouse, with at least twenty small round tables crammed into it, surrounded by calico armchairs and bulging poufs.

Everything in the room was illuminated by a dim red light, the curtains were drawn tightly, and many lamps were covered with large crimson scarves.It was suffocatingly hot here, and under the well-placed mantelpiece a fire was burning, and on it stood a great brass teapot, giving off a strong, sickly smell. .

Along the circular wall were shelves crowded with dirty quills, candle stubs, many battered playing cards, innumerable silver crystal balls, and a great heap of teacups.

A voice suddenly sounded from the shadows, a soft, inarticulate voice.

"Welcome," said the voice, "it is so good to finally see you in the physical world."

Harry's first impression was that he saw a large, shiny insect.Professor Trelawney walked into the firelight, and they found that she was very thin, her eyes were magnified several times by a pair of large glasses, and she was wearing a thin and transparent shawl with many glittering metal pieces.On her long thin neck were innumerable beads and chains, and on her arms and hands were many bracelets and rings.

"Sit down, my children, sit down," she said, and the students scrambled into armchairs or slumped on futons.Harry, Ron and Hermione sat around the same table.

"Welcome to Divination," said Professor Trelawney, sitting in an easy chair in front of the fire, "I am Professor Trelawney. You have probably never met me before. I find that often Descending into the clutter and noise of campus life would cloud my celestial vision."

This divination class was obviously different from Hermione's imagination, not only because of Professor Trelawney's statement that the textbook was useless, but also because the professor frightened the students by saying a few prophecies casually.

They used tea leaves for divination in their first class, Harry and Ron's teacups were filled, they returned to the table, and drank the scalding tea in three gulps.Following Professor Trelawney's instructions, they shook the tea leaves a few times, drained the tea, and exchanged cups.

"What can you see in my cup?"

"A soggy, brown mass."

"Open up your mind, my dear, let your eyes go beyond the boundaries of the world!" Professor Trelawney's voice sounded in the dimly lit classroom.

Harry steeled himself.

After trying to compare it with "Parting Through the Fog to See the Future" for a while, Professor Trelawney suddenly turned around and walked towards them.

"Honey, let me see." She said to Ron dissatisfied, walking over quickly and snatching Harry's teacup from his hand. The students all fell silent and watched.

Professor Trelawney stared at the cup and turned it counterclockwise.

"Eagle...honey, you have a nemesis."

"It's something everyone knows." Hermione said it deliberately for everyone to hear.Professor Trelawney glared at her.

"That's right," said Hermione, "everyone knows about Harry and You-Know-Who."

Harry and Ron looked at her in surprise and admiration. They had never heard Hermione speak like that to a teacher before. Professor Trelawney did not answer. She lowered her frighteningly large eyes, looked at Harry's teacup again, and continued to turn the teacup around.

"Bludgeon... an attack. Boy, oh boy, this is not a pleasant cup..."

"I thought it was a bowler hat," said Ron awkwardly.

"Skeleton... there's danger on your way, dear..."

Everyone stared blankly at Professor Trelawney, who gave the glass one final twirl, gasped, and screamed.

"My dear child - my poor dear child - no - it's better not to say it - don't ask me..."

"What is it, Professor?" Dean Thomas asked immediately. Everyone stood up and slowly gathered around Harry and Ron's table, moved closer to Professor Trelawney's chair, and looked carefully at Harry's teacup.

"My dear," Professor Trelawney suddenly opened his huge eyes, "you have something ominous about you."

"What?" Harry asked.

He could see that he wasn't the only one who didn't understand.Dean Thomas shrugged at him, Lavender Brown looked puzzled, but everyone else put their hands over their mouths in almost horror.

"Ominous, dear, ominous!" cried Professor Trelawney, who seemed very shocked when Harry didn't understand. "That big, sinister dog that haunts the cemetery! My dear child, it It is an omen—the greatest omen—the omen of death!”

Big dog?

Suddenly, Harry found his grip relaxed.

Professor Highmore had told him that Sirius Black's Animagus was a big black dog.

But Harry was not afraid of him at all, not only because of the skull used to contact Professor Hemmer, but also because he already had a means to protect himself - the devil, which could even defeat the dementors.

"What about the color?" He asked calmly, "Is the dog in the cemetery black?"

"What?" Professor Trelawney was stunned.

"Is it possible that it's a Dalmatian?" Harry asked. Professor Hemmer didn't tell him whether the Dalmatian was Black in disguise.

Professor Trelawney suddenly became very annoyed. She seemed to think that Harry was playing tricks on her on purpose.

"I think today's class will end here." She said angrily, driving the students out of the classroom, unwilling to say another word.

Without a word, Harry, Ron and Hermione descended Professor Trelawney's ladder, down the spiral staircase, and rushed to Professor Highmore's ancient magic class.

"Don't tell me you think it's true too," said Harry, looking at Ron, not expecting him to avert his gaze.

"I had an uncle," Ron said worriedly. "He saw a big dog and then died - within twenty-four hours."

"Are you serious?" Harry asked in surprise, "Big Dog, don't you understand? Could it be that Black was also what your uncle saw? If it was true, wouldn't I have died a long time ago?"

"Harry is right." Hermione agreed, "The divination class is worse than I thought. What do you mean you can't learn from textbooks?"

"You don't understand." Ron said quietly, "Maybe he thought my uncle was not as lucky as you to meet Professor Highmore, not everyone has the chance to meet the black devil."

A large space was vacated in the ancient magic classroom. The tables and chairs were moved together and placed at the back of the classroom. By the way, this place has been restored to its original state. It is no longer the dark tunnel of the last semester. It has become Much brighter.

"What happened to you?"

As soon as the students came in, Toby noticed their strangeness: "Is there anything I don't know? You have to calm down quickly, otherwise you won't be able to study ritual magic seriously, and be careful to become a devil or something."

The students were already used to Professor Haimer's "intimidation", and they stood obediently in the middle of the classroom.Hermione, who likes to raise her hand, told her about the things in the divination class.

"Unknown?" Toby stared at Harry with interest: "Have you also been predicted to be unknown?"

and also?

Among the curious eyes, Harry said in surprise: "Professor, you also—"

"Yes." Toby waved his hand and said: "But not in school, but when I was doing archeology later, the specific situation - well, it was very complicated, related to a temple, where this scepter was obtained. Come. And Angela, do you remember Professor Angela? It was an adventure that she and I went on together. To be honest, I suspect that she was the one who infected me with the unknown."

The students wanted to continue listening, but Toby had no intention of telling the inside story.

"And then, Professor?" Harry asked boldly, "What happened then?"

"Of course he almost died." Toby said carelessly, ignoring Harry's pale face, and then his tone turned solemn, and he said with a sinister smile: "So, only ritual magic can There is a way to save you."

"Let's officially start the first class of this semester—mysterious and dangerous ritual magic!"

Harry couldn't help but suspect that Professor Hemmer meant that because he always had a way of relating anything to the class.

On the blackboard, Al wrote two words, Toby stood on the podium and said: "Emotions and rituals, these are the two most critical contents in ritual magic. Not only are they different from the magic you are learning now, Same, even it is completely different from the magic circle - in fact, I have always suspected that the magic circle was deliberately created in this way to oppose the existence of ritual magic, but there are actually some special connections between the two. This part of the content is very complicated and it’s not time to study it formally yet.”

"Let's talk formally about ritual magic. It's not difficult to understand the rituals and emotions - emotions can be good or bad, and the same goes for rituals. It may only require you to whistle or snap your fingers, or it may be more complicated and evil. Some, for example..."

Toby suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Murder, killing innocent lives, or causing war, it's all possible."

The classroom suddenly became so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

Toby was very satisfied with the students' reaction. He said: "But how could I let you take such a risk? In order to reduce the difficulty and prevent you from being possessed by evil thoughts, I deliberately set two restrictions - one The first one is to use magic circle items to perform ritual magic, and the second one is to judge your ability through the test last semester - fortunately you all passed, otherwise it would be difficult to start this year's course."

"Let's talk about divination."

The students were confused when they heard Professor Heimer suddenly change the topic to divination: "I don't like divination very much, because I made a discovery by accident - that is, the results of divination never bring good things. Only bad outcomes are divined.”

"You can go check the information and see if what I said is true."

"So, under this premise, I will use a more harmless way to start this semester's course—use your magic circle items to perform ritual divination to achieve good things."

"Trust me, kids."

Toby smiled and said, "It will work, because I have personally verified that not only bad luck will happen to us, but good luck will also happen to us."