Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

Office of Ancient Magic.

"To-by-Ha-Mo!"

Angela walked around the desk angrily, turning round and round: "You can't just call me over so casually, and then tell me it's just a joke. Don't forget, I'm Wa The vice principal of Jiadu has a higher position than you, but he is usually very busy!"

Al held a handful of Bibi's multi-flavor beans and raised his head blankly: "Yeah? (Do you really have a job? Tell me.)"

Angela stared at Al angrily. She snatched all the multi-flavored beans suddenly, stuffed them into her mouth, and said vaguely: "What does this have to do with you? You don't even have an official position." Nothing at all, don't get involved in the wizard's business—"

Al was not angry at all, he took out a pocket watch, stared at the star pointer on it, and counted down silently in his heart.

"Ya-ya-ya!"

"It kills me!"

Angela spewed out flames from her nose and mouth, her face suddenly became the same color as a ruby, and her hair exploded a little bit.

"Where's the milk? Give me what I'm thirsty for! What do you usually eat? Why does it taste so strong? Don't you become like Toby and smell like alcohol in the future? It smells terrible."

Toby, who was thinking about it, came back to his senses. He glanced at Angela who was swallowing ice lemon juice, and then looked at the multi-flavored beans that Al secretly stuffed in his hand, and then raised a stick finger--

"boom!"

"Yeah yah!"

Al clutched his forehead and rushed towards Toby. He easily grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him up, his short claws couldn't reach it.

"Stop it."

Toby put Al down, patted the remaining chili powder on his palm and said, "Please help me think about it, why is the principal unwilling to lend me the crown? He would rather go to see Helena in person. What could be the reason for doing this?”

Angela slapped her palms back and forth in front of her mouth, she hissed and said: "What else could it be because of - hiss - it's not because you - hiss - did too many bad things - hiss - the result You've been targeted by Dumbledore. If you ask me, you should leave Hogwarts as soon as possible. This may be Dumbledore's warning to you. If you do something wrong again, you may not know what will happen."

Angela always wanted to persuade Toby to leave Hogwarts, and it would be best to never come back. She believed that one day the two people would become enemies because of their different ideals, and who would win and who would lose? OK Well, of course Toby has the smallest chance of winning, so Angela hopes that Toby can leave quickly.

Al didn't agree, but it vaguely had the same meaning, and stared at Toby in a daze, without saying a word.

Toby rubbed his furry little head and said: "That's not okay. I finally came back, how could I leave so easily? Otherwise, wouldn't I have vomited it in vain after drinking Gamp." 33 Novel Network

"What does this mean?" Angela asked suspiciously: "What ganpu? What are you going to do when you come back? And what is so important?"

Toby was silent for a moment.

"Archaeology." He suddenly smiled and said, "Of course it's archaeology, otherwise it could be because of something."

"I don't believe it." Angela squinted her eyes and muttered, "Your expression now is exactly the same as before you snatched the scepter. You must not be telling the truth."

"This is the truth." Toby swung his wand and let the white tissue fly to Angela, gesturing for her to wipe off her sweat first: "And speaking of it, I have one more thing to get rid of you. This time you It’s not in vain.”

"Obviously you can just write a letter!" Angela shouted dissatisfied, and then asked vigilantly: "What's the matter? You don't want me to meet Helena, do you? Will you meet Dumbledore? "

"No, no." Toby shook his head and said, "It's the devil's business. When you go back, tell Akinbad (Principal Waggadu) that the time to hand the devil over to him may have to be changed, but it won't be too serious." Later, at most it will be before next year's summer vacation."

"This has more than doubled the time." Angela said with a frown, "I'm not sure if the principal will listen to me, and, to be precise, he took me in, and I can't say anything in front of him." .”

"It's very simple." Toby leaned over and whispered, staring straight at Angela: "You just need to tell him that I promised to give him the opportunity to enter this year after the Mason Gate matures—so that he should be satisfied."

Angela asked suspiciously: "Really?"

"Of course." Toby said confidently: "You have to know that I am not the only one studying ancient magic. Akinbad is also interested in it. He is even the most interested principal among all magic schools."

This is related to the particularity of Waggadu - wandless casting is the closest form of casting spells to ancient magic, which has a longer history than magic wands, and even the earliest pioneers are not recorded - it is also difficult to record, it is estimated At least it is an era older than the Dark Ages.

Maybe all wizards back then were monkeys.

"What about Helena and Crown?" Angela asked before leaving, "Do you really not need my help?"

"No." Toby shook his head and said, "I believe the principal will give me an answer. If you are not satisfied, I will say something else."

Shortly after Angela left Hogwarts, the headmaster's office welcomed a special guest.

"Principal Dumbledore," Helena's ghost walked through the door, and she couldn't knock on the door: "I heard Nick said that you are looking for me. If it is related to the celebration, then forget it, I am not very good. Love the excitement—what is that?”

Her gaze was fixed, and her eyes were fixed on something on the desk—it looked very old, far less glamorous than before, and had gradually lost its charming color.

"Please sit down, Helena." Dumbledore said gently: "Please forgive me for not notifying you in advance, because I have too many things to do recently, and you should have heard some of them."

Even the silver ghost can tell that Helena's face has turned red. It's hard to say what the reason is, anger, guilty conscience, and guilt may all be some of them.

After staring at each other in silence for a long time, Helena gave up her plan to turn around and leave.

"Baro told you?" She frowned and asked, "Only he knows my real name, and no news will leak out except him."

"About this matter—" Dumbledore rubbed his eyebrows and said, "The process may be more complicated than you imagined, and the matter about me getting your mother's crown is even more difficult to explain in a few words—"

"So, you know?" Helena interrupted suddenly. She seemed to take Dumbledore's words as an insult: "I know very well what mistakes I have made, and I will leave without you opening your mouth. After all, you He is the principal and has the authority to deal with any ghost in the school."

"Wait a minute, Ms. Helena." Dumbledore said tiredly: "Maybe I haven't had much contact with you, so you misunderstood me. I didn't expect you to be so... decisive. Okay. Well, I never thought about driving you away——"

"That's even worse!" Helena suddenly said loudly: "Are you coveting the power of the crown? You want to figure out how to use it from me? This is impossible!"

Dumbledore sighed deeply.

"I already know." He returned to a calm tone and said.

Helena froze.

"Know what?" she asked.

"Know the secret hidden in the crown." Dumbledore gestured to the chair across the desk, this time Helena did not refuse again, she walked over and sat down at a loss, and heard Dumbledore continue: "Of course, I also Know that no one but Lady Ravenclaw knows how to use a diadem - and that includes you, Helena, so you needn't worry about that any more."

"How...how is this possible?" Helena was still in doubt. Of course she didn't know how to use the crown correctly, otherwise she wouldn't have been caught up by Barrow in the first place.

"Nothing is impossible." Dumbledore said, "In fact, it's much simpler than I imagined—it may be difficult for some people, but it may be extremely difficult for others. Easy."

"For example—" he said with sudden emphasis: "Voldemort, and his former name Tom Riddle. Would you mind talking to me about it, Helena?"

This was a development that Helena never expected. She originally thought that Dumbledore would be pursuing the matter of stealing the crown—that was the biggest mistake in her life, and she still couldn't forgive herself until now.

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The night was getting darker.

The students had already finished their short rest day on the weekend, and all returned to school, sharing the candies they bought and the interesting things that happened today.

But today's topic is a bit special - it is related to Professor Highmore, the fight between him and Snape in the carriage was still seen by students from a distance, these people certainly did not dare to show themselves at the scene, But after it was over, I couldn't help but muttered: "Why are they fighting again, weren't they classmates before? They are all from the same college."

"Oh, why haven't you understood? Professor Hemmer is obviously anti-Slytherin. Haven't you listened to the class he taught in the first year?"

"I remember part of it, but there is another part that I can never forget - Professor Heimer's blood theory was really amazing. He actually concluded that there are no pure-blood wizards in the magic world. There was a lot of trouble at that time."

"That is to say, look at Snape, does he think so? It doesn't look like that, I'm curious how they got along in school—hey, do you think they are the same If you live in a dormitory, don’t you have to fight every day?”

"I don't think it's possible." With his mouth full of taffy, he raised his eyebrows at Harry and Hermione, "If it's really a dormitory, at least one of them won't be able to graduate-you understand I mean, it's like putting Neville and Malfoy in the same dormitory - I mean Neville now, not at the beginning of term."

Harry silently expressed his approval, his eyes scanned the college magazine line by line, and finally looked away in disappointment.

"Are you looking for today's news report?" Hermione asked sharply.

"Yes." Harry said, "Why hasn't such a big thing been reported? Aren't The Quibbler and the Daily Prophet always at odds? Have any of you seen-"

"No need." Fred waved a recent "Evening Prophet", which is a newspaper that is published especially at night, and said, "There is nothing in it. I guess Fudge has softened. You don't know." How messed up he is recently."

"Then how do you know?" Ron asked curiously.

"I'm going to ask the amazing Mr. Al." George said mysteriously, and then gave Harry a smug wink—this was what happened during the day, when they handed Mr. Al the map of the place of life. Harry was there, holding his Invisibility Cloak.

Ron looked at them, shaking his head from side to side.

"Hey!" He said angrily, "Could you be secretly researching some magic circle items? How can you leave me behind? I'm your own brother!"

Fred rolled his eyes, and George smacked his lips in disgust.

Ron suddenly became a little embarrassed, but he couldn't tell why.

"What's the matter with them?" he could only ask Hermione, pretending to be nonchalant.

Hermione shook her head and said very disappointedly: "You are really hopeless. Don't accidentally turn into a goblin."

"How is that possible!" Ron said angrily.

Fred and George set him up on the left and right and laughed, "That's not bad, at least it's better than ghouls."

Meanwhile, in the Ancient Magic Office.

Al shook his body vigorously, picked up a towel and wiped his head vigorously, making the fluff messy, as long as he smoothed it out.After it seemed to be much smoother, it finally put on the nightcap, and pressed down all the fluff that was so hard to smooth out.

"Yeah?" It poked its head to look at Toby who was sitting quietly behind the desk, and asked him how long he was going to wait. Dumbledore didn't say that he would come back to find him today.

"You go to bed first, I'll wait." Toby tapped his fingers on the table and said, making a small sound.

Just when Al was about to have a good night's sleep, he suddenly noticed a flash of light in his peripheral vision, which looked quite familiar.

"coming!"

Toby picked up Fox's feather, grabbed the note underneath, and moved his arm so that Al, who was rushing over quickly, could see it clearly.

The note contained only one line, much shorter than Toby had imagined.

"Would you join the Order of the Phoenix if I invited you again, Toby?"

Order of the Phoenix?

That organization formed by Dumbledore specifically to fight against Voldemort?

Toby couldn't wait until the next day to reply. He hurried out of the office and came to the corridor, and Al couldn't help following him curiously.

"ah!"

"What? Are you asking the principal if he will recruit a Niffler? Don't worry, even if he doesn't agree, I have figured out a way - an assistant. Even if I join the Order of the Phoenix, I will still need an assistant."

"Yeah!" Al was very excited. Does this count as a promotion?

In the principal's office, Dumbledore was indeed not asleep. He seemed to have expected that Toby would rush over unexpectedly and was waiting for him quietly behind the desk.

"What's going on, Principal?" Toby asked as soon as he entered, "Could it be that the mysterious man has been resurrected? Isn't the Order of the Phoenix specially used to deal with him?"

"It's worse than that, Toby."

Dumbledore said in an unprecedented solemn tone: "Perhaps it won't be long before Voldemort can really achieve his goal of immortality."

"How come?" Toby was surprised, and suddenly realized: "It's the crown! What secrets are hidden in the crown? The mysterious man has also studied the crown thoroughly?"

"That's it." Dumbledore said: "Eternal life is still eternal life. It's not just Voldemort who is trying to get eternal life, there are also some other people -"

"This also includes Salazar Slytherin, and Rowena Ravenclaw."

Fox's feathers continued to turn into flames to convey more news, and the light in the room flickered, illuminating the shocked faces of Toby and Al.

After a long time, he asked dryly:

"what did you say?!"