Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

Hogwarts is no longer peaceful.

It can also be said that it is too peaceful, so calm that it is a little weird.

The number of owls that fly to Hogwarts on weekdays reaches its peak, probably more than any wizards some students have ever seen. A large area of ​​Wuyang Wuyang forms a picture that is more infiltrating than dementors—their number There are too many, and the students in the auditorium also saw that there are so many other tricks besides the shouting letter - stinky egg letter, poison letter, and some have several plant tentacles rolling out from the envelope, turning a Professor Flitwick, who was not paying attention, threw the pie into the air, and Dean McGonagall slapped his nose in anger, and his face was ashen for a whole week.

In her opinion, this was an absolute insult to Hogwarts.

However, no matter how angry Dean McGonagall was, he couldn't stop the current situation—the case related to Sirius was too shocking.

Now, in addition to Voldemort, there is another person in the school who cannot name:

Ariana Dumbledore.

Principal Dumbledore's mysterious sister, almost no one knows that he has such a relative, she is an incredible silent person.

No one dared to say this name in public - even though it was not specified in the school rules, no one dared to take this risk.

No one even dared to read the "Daily Prophet" in public anymore.

The Daily Prophet and The Quibbler have been quarreling particularly fiercely recently, with one analyzing Dumbledore's psychological problems from various angles, making people feel as if the principal is the one who really should be imprisoned in Nurmengard.

The other ruthlessly exposed the incompetence and weakness of the Ministry of Magic. Thanks to a certain Mr. Lucius Malfoy who wishes to remain anonymous, Al, the Queen's editor of "The Quibbler," has access to a large amount of material and can make the title different every day.

Yesterday was whether Azkaban was really that tight.

Today is how exactly Dementors obey orders from the Ministry of Magic.

Tomorrow Al plans to write about whether the prisoners in the prison will join in when the dementors become enemies of the Ministry of Magic, and in a short period of time they will quickly become another force no less than the Death Eaters - this It seems not impossible. Prisoners who can survive the deterrents of the Dementors are definitely not lunatics who are easy to mess with. There are even radical wizards who keep writing to the Ministry of Magic, requesting that the death penalty be used as the punishment of the Magical Congress in the United States.

After a depressing day of lessons, Harry, Ron, and—

"Where's Hermione?" Ron looked back and forth and asked, "Why is she missing again? She was obviously following us."

"I don't know." Harry said listlessly, "I guess he went to the bathroom, or maybe he went to visit Myrtle."

"Look what you're talking about!" Hermione came from the other end of the corridor holding a big schoolbag: "You have to cheer up quickly, Harry, you didn't make any mistakes, there's no need. Torture yourself.”

Ron looked back and forth dumbfounded. This is a corridor, and there is no secret door at all.

"Where did you come from?" he asked in shock.

Hermione ignored him and continued to comfort Harry in a gentle voice: "Listen to me, Harry, you don't need to blame yourself for Sirius' death. Even people from the Ministry of Magic have misjudged the case. when--"

This sentence seemed to ignite a flame suddenly, and Harry shouted: "That's because they are all complete idiots! Didn't you read what it said in "The Quibbler", those people didn't defend Sirius at all Opportunity, there is nothing, just catch him directly to Azkaban! Why is this?! Magic! They know so much magic, why can’t they find any clues! And let Pettigrew Peter live so long, I don't even know how to deal with him now, just let him continue to live!"

"Wow wow wow wow." Ron took a few steps back in fright: "But it's not Hermione's fault either, you don't need to get angry at her."

"I didn't..." Harry said with red eyes, "I just really don't understand why they can't do something."

"This is a bit exaggerated." As soon as he said this, Ron reacted under Hermione's prompting: "Oh, I am referring to my father. He has a pretty good job. He was lost in the Magic Car. I don’t even think about getting it back in the future - I don’t know if it is in the hands of the Ministry of Magic.” 33 Novel Network

Harry meant that nothing good happened to him.

Hermione looked at him tiredly and worriedly, her eyes suddenly became alert.

"The devil," she said.

Ron almost covered Hermione's mouth, and he quickly reminded in a low voice: "Don't you know the rules yet? You can't mention anything related to silence, and neither can the devil."

"No." Hermione lowered her voice and said, "I'm not kidding."Seriously, Harry, you're feeling a little devil-influenced right now—negative emotions, negative emotions caused by summoning devils, remember? "

"It doesn't matter at all." Harry said perfunctorily, trying to avoid the subject.

But Ron opened his eyes wide.

"You have never given up practicing devil." His eyes were wider than a bell: "I thought you just secretly hid in the quilt and cried when you were sleeping, and you also reminded Neville and others not to disturb you - don't tell You really did this, what do you want to do? Challenge Peter Pettigrew to a duel? Or break into the Ministry of Magic alone? That's just the devil you summoned, not the real dark devil!"

"I think I heard someone calling me."

The sudden voice almost scared Ron to death. He winked at Hermione and Harry desperately, and refused to look back.

"Not Professor Highmore," said Harry, frowning.

Ron finally looked back, and this time he almost died of anger.Draco was standing not far behind them braggingly, followed by Crabbe and Goyle with proud faces—probably not clenching their fists is considered a more confident expression of theirs, and finally they don't need to rely on their physique to scare people.

"Chocolate whistle."

Draco handed the chocolate in his hand to Crabbe behind him, and it was eaten by the other party in a few seconds. When he spoke again, it had changed into Professor Hemmer's voice.

"I seem to hear someone calling me, are you blind guys?"

Gore followed suit with a smirk.

"This is the club's latest qualified product." Draco looked condescending, as if he wanted to pat Harry on the shoulder: "You have to work harder, Gryffindor."

Harry took a step back to avoid Draco's palm, and said in a stiff tone: "Get out of here, Malfoy."

Draco narrowed his eyes: "Are you ordering me? You probably haven't figured out whose Hogwarts this is. If it wasn't for the help of Professor Highmore, Dumbledore would have been arrested long ago Gone. Hogwarts belongs to Slytherin forever, forever."

He walked away with his two followers with a proud look on his face.

Ron stared at his back strangely and said, "When did Malfoy become loyal to Professor Highmore?"

"Follow the wind." Harry said disgustedly: "This is the housekeeping skill of the Malfoy family, just like his father. But he doesn't know at all, I just need to blow a whistle now, and he-"

"Harry!" Hermione looked terrified, and Ron stared at him blankly.

"Follow me!" Hermione suddenly grabbed Harry's arm and said, "Follow me to see Professor Highmore for help, now!"

"I'm not going!"

For some reason, Harry was very resistant to seeing Professor Highmore in private: "I have no problem at all! You are completely worrying about it!"

"Yeah." Ron blushed and strangled Harry's neck and said, "Then quickly conjure up your three-headed snake and teach us!"

Harry struggled to break free and said, "Do you think I don't want to? But now I can't even speak..."

The strength in Ron's hand unconsciously relaxed: "Do you really want to do this?!"

There was a sudden hissing sound from Harry's mouth, and Hermione quickly took out her wand and shouted: "Silent!"

Harry opened his mouth wide, but nothing came out.

"Ritual magic." Hermione put away her wand with contempt: "It doesn't seem to be that good."

"This is your fault, Miss Granger."

The familiar voice sounded again, and Ron stood there blankly, motionless.

Hermione turned around impatiently: "You actually dare to come back to Professor Ha-Hammer?"

Toby didn't look annoyed at all.

In fact, the emotions he displayed were so out of tune with Hogwarts that he still had a smile on his face.

"Very good." He walked around Harry twice excitedly, and kept saying: "Very good, Harry, thank you that I didn't let go of such a good prospect like you. Compared with Malfoy, you are more You are qualified to take over the title of Black Devil - you are simply born with such strong resentment and sadness - I dare say that in the eyes of the dementors outside, you are absolutely the perfect ingredient."

"follow me."

The three of them followed Professor Heimer to the Ancient Magic Office in confusion. They had known for a long time that some of the collections in the room were missing. The most surprising thing was the changes now - there were lights everywhere, and occasionally parchments appeared from There were roaring letters floating out of the magic circle.

A voice was yelling: "Toby Highmore! Tell me! How could you even think of messing with Veela! Don't you understand the truth that they hold grudges as much as they are grateful?! Shouldn't you Will they be dissected and studied?!"

"Ahem." Toby coughed hard twice, and with a simple wave of his wand, the roar letter burned out, and the echo continued in the room: "Giants, fishmen, leprechauns, I've had enough - and Dominatrix! Since when did you like to eat raw liver-"

The roar finally stopped.

Al behind the desk calmly adjusted his glasses and continued to write tomorrow's manuscript seriously - if everything goes well, it might be published in "The Quibbler" tonight.

The title is - What If The Minister For Magic Was A Dementor?

"Sit wherever you want." Toby pointed to the sofa and said.

He flicked his wand again, and a whole host of things floated by in sequence—lampshade, camera, microphone, thin white cloth, plus a large bottle of spray.

A skeleton sprayed Harry's face with a spray, scaring Harry into thinking the professor was going to poison him.

"It's just ice water." Toby sat across from the three of them and said, "It's better to make you look haggard, and then dry it hard after a while, and you'll have that effect."

"Professor?" Hermione asked cautiously.

"What's the matter?" Toby adjusted the lighting direction again and said.

"It's Harry," she said. "There's something not right about Harry."

Harry immediately opened his mouth wide to retort, but still no sound came out——

"do not move!"

Toby said suddenly, picked up the camera, and the skeleton followed suit with the flash: "Keep this posture still, open your mouth a little wider, your eyes a little more angry, and better shed some tears—is it hard? Come on, Weasley Spray, sir! Spray on!"

Ron picked up the spray bottle in a daze, but Harry pushed it away.

"Perfect!"

With a click, Harry, who was angry and sad, was photographed. Toby inspected it for a while under the cloth and said, "I can't help but ask you to be a professional model. The expression on this face is very vivid. Especially that scar—that scar alone is worth a lot of money, and look at how the Daily Prophet will compete with us for readers—"

"Professor!" Hermione interrupted eagerly: "Harry has lost control, what should he do?"

"Don't worry." Toby smiled calmly, "It's no big deal, don't you believe me? Don't you think I'm still alive and well?"

"It sounds reasonable." Ron nodded suddenly.

Hermione was terribly depressed.

At this moment, just as Harry was relaxing, Toby suddenly pressed his forehead with one hand, and a lot of black mist spread from it, circling around Harry's head.

Harry tilted his neck and passed out suddenly.

"Professor?!" Hermione looked at this scene in disbelief.

"It is indeed a good seedling." Toby's tone suddenly became much more serious: "It's so good that it shouldn't happen to a child... He shouldn't remember so many things, and he shouldn't be in such pain. right."

Hermione finally realized that Professor Hemmer had already noticed something was wrong with Harry.

"What happened to Harry?" Hermione asked eagerly.

"It's hard to say, Miss Granger." Toby shook his head and said, "I still don't know what the reason is... but it is obviously wrong. I have also personally experienced the pain, but it is not like Harry is in so much pain... so painful that he doesn't look like a human being."

Ron froze—Professor Highmore was calling Harry inhuman?

It didn't take long for Harry to wake up, his complexion improved a lot, and he heard Hermione explain what happened just now in detail.

"Professor Hemmer called you a human being." Ron whispered in Harry's ear.

Harry thought it was Ron joking, and admired his courage for daring to make a joke about Professor Hemmer.

"Sorry, Professor." Harry said apologetically, "I shouldn't have secretly let the devil get out of control..."

When he said this, he suddenly stopped talking, because this happened to be somewhat similar to Ariana's situation - at least it was consistent with the loss of control.

"Don't think too much." Toby said indifferently: "Don't worry about Arianna, since the principal is willing to admit it, then we shouldn't be so obvious, it will make the whole atmosphere feel wrong, just Even Peeves doesn't make trouble in school anymore, it's really deserted recently."

Even so, all three of them could hear that Toby's tone was a bit heavy.

"Forget it." Toby said suddenly and cheerfully: "Let's think of something interesting. I plan to publish a report for you, Harry, specifically related to Sirius."

Harry was a little confused. All he knew was from newspapers, and he didn't understand much about Sirius.

Toby rubbed his chin again and said: "If the writing is more resentful, maybe Sirius can really be caught—oh, I forgot to tell you, Sirius is not dead, I don't know where he is pretending to be dead now."

Harry froze for half a minute.

"We have to find him."

Toby looked at the camera in his hand and said, "Find him, maybe we can really solve the problem-but remember not to spread the word, or he might really die."