Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

After successively going through the first and second year of preparation, the ancient magic class officially entered the content of ritual magic.

According to Professor Heimer's explanation, ritual magic is a relatively dangerous type of magic. Only students who pass the emotional test of the patron saint can continue to learn. It is a pity that he did not notify this news in advance, otherwise it is difficult to say whether there will be students who will not take the ancient magic class. And intentional failure - but it is difficult to say whether Professor Heimer will turn a blind eye to this, or lock that person up for a whole semester.

In this year's ancient magic class, Professor Haimer mainly talked about two parts. One is that the magic array items made by the students themselves will become their scepters, which are easier to control, but the specific usage methods vary from person to person. For example, Harry's flute must be in Parseltongue to work.

As for the second item, it is the magical divination in ancient magic. What kind of arithmetic divination and Trelawney's divination class have all taken the limelight--no one knows that Professor Highmore actually has such an interesting divination The method—divination for good luck, and it is also a rare universal ritual, anyone can easily do it.

The only pity is that this method of divination is still far behind the well-known prophets. Many students have tried, but they can't even predict whether tomorrow's weather will be good or bad - especially Wood, who is going crazy. The bad weather makes Quidditch training very difficult, which makes Quidditch training very difficult. He became worried because it was his last year at Hogwarts and wanted very much to win the Quidditch Cup this year.

I just don't know how Wood would react if he knew that Harry was going to be in confinement for a long time - Harry didn't dare to tell him the news yet, for fear of seeing Wood involuntarily summon the devil, rush out and strangle himself to death. , or settle accounts with Snape.

Originally, during dinner, Harry used ritual magic to divine three times, but the results were different each time - but the degree was somewhat similar, bad, very bad, extremely bad.

Nothing good will happen.

This made Harry attach great importance to tonight's ancient magic class, hoping to learn more skills from Professor Hammer, preferably magic that can change the mood of wizards, so that Wood will also hehe when he hears the news Come out happy, not angry to the hospital.

Not just Harry, almost all the students guessed that tonight's class would be very different - changing the location of the class was a very obvious symbol - they changed classrooms last semester, and as a result, that series of classes became The psychological shadow of many people - it's the mummy again, the Pharaoh's mask, or the flame ball later, which is really difficult for the little wizard.

The students around the campfire saw Professor Heimer and Lupine separated from a distance. One was walking towards them, and the other seemed to be walking in the other direction of the playground. After Professor Heimer arrived, Lupine also disappeared into the darkness. , I don’t know where I went.

This should be Lupine's deliberate detour, but the students didn't know Lupine's other identity.

Neville couldn't help but asked excitedly: "Is Professor Lupine planning to surprise us later?"

You can see how popular Lupine is with the students.

But surprises - don't let Lupine get to the Shrieking Shack in time, otherwise there will be too many surprises.

"Professor Lupine is sick." Toby said, using the excuse Lupine used to use when he was in school: "He went to the hospital. It will probably take a few days."

The wailing sound below was somewhat obvious.

"What's wrong?" Toby asked.

"It's Snape!" Ron was the first to say angrily: "He was our substitute teacher. As a result, he taught a lot of knowledge that was not in line with the curriculum. He also deliberately made things difficult for Harry and put him in solitary confinement!"

"Doesn't fit the curriculum?"

Toby didn't know about Snape's class schedule. When he learned that Snape actually taught werewolves, and even the homework was related to how to kill werewolves, his expression was so wonderful.

"It seems that Severus has finally learned some of the essence of me." He smiled, and did not get angry like the students expected, or any other negative reactions: "Prisoning, that is really useful--Okay , children, I know what you are thinking. Although I am your professor, there are also my professors in the school. The celebration is coming soon. I am afraid I can't do justice for you, and I am also very busy recently , very very busy."

This completely disappointed Ron's hopes. He didn't want to let Professor Highmore fight Snape again, but Harry could be regarded as Professor Highmore's disciple and had specially taught him about devils, so he shouldn't It's only right to be so calm.

As for the parties themselves—Harry didn't have much in mind.It can only be said that Professor Highmore's education method is very unique. Ever since the day the Firebolt prize was taken away, Harry understood that some things must be won by himself, and it is definitely not enough to rely on others.

As for the Firebolt given by Sirius - Harry had no idea such a thing existed. Toby didn't mention it, and planned to wait until Sirius came back to see it - of course, the scene might not be so pretty then.

"Thank you, Hagrid." Toby sent Hagrid away. He stood by the campfire and said to the students: "It's time to start your class today. Since the beginning of the semester, I have to say that I am a little disappointed. Not many students are able to figure out the correct way to use their magic circle items."

In unison, the students lowered their heads.They thought it was very simple at first, but they didn't expect it to be difficult for them for so long - after all, even their respective "scepters" were created by themselves, and the rest is just the correct ritual , who would have thought it would be so difficult?

Just when they thought they would be reprimanded, Professor Haimer changed his tone and said with a smile: "This is really not what I expected. If I have to say it, in fact, the result is better than I imagined. ——at least one student has done this, I won't mention who, but you really need to hurry up."

Of course this person is Harry.

Because the ritual (Parseltongue) is too taboo, this matter has not been revealed, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble to Harry.

Just when the students below were curious about who this person was, Harry straightened his back unconsciously, Ron looked at him enviously, Hermione quickly reminded them to restrain themselves with his eyes, Neville was staring at them What--Speaking of which, what's interesting is that when Harry was influenced by the devil and secretly practiced devil magic at night, Ron thought it was just Harry crying under the quilt because he was sad, and told the dormitory Don't bother Harry with the others, and don't expose the matter.

I don’t know if anyone heard that Harry was actually practicing Parseltongue at the time.

Toby clapped his hands twice to attract the students' attention.

He continued: "At the beginning, I planned to teach you a common ritual, thinking that it might inspire you, but unfortunately your progress is still too slow - but it doesn't matter, I have already prepared it. We came up with a second teaching plan. Since enlightenment doesn’t work, we might as well use a more direct method—let your scepter proactively tell you how to use it.”

He paused, looking over the faces of the students one by one.

In the reflection of the bonfire, there is quite an atmosphere - but the atmosphere is not very good, and there is a lot of anxiety in the mood.Hagrid, who was looking out the window in the wooden house in the distance, thought that Toby had announced some bad news.

This does seem like bad news for the students - having the scepter proactively tell them how to use it? What kind of weird magic is this? Should they be turned into mummified princesses one by one like the Pharaoh Mask?

"Don't make a sad face." Toby waved his hands impatiently and said, "Think about the bright side - no matter how unhappy you are, you can't change my mind. Doesn't it make you feel better?"

It was indeed much better, and now all the students felt was despair - only Neville still trusted Professor Heimer unconditionally, and his gaze seemed particularly intense.

"Mr. Longbottom."

Toby pointed out Neville's name and said, "You will be the first to demonstrate."

"No problem, Professor." Neville said and walked out of the crowd. Ron sent him away with a heroic look. Hermione became annoyed - why did she hesitate to take advantage of this opportunity to receive guidance? Let go.

"Stand over a little bit, then walk to the left, and you'll be almost at this point - okay, don't move."

Under Toby's instructions, Neville happened to be standing between the students and the bonfire. His throat was dry from the flames—and the students saw Professor Highmore looking up into the sky, and they didn't know What are you looking at - thick clouds cover the stars and the moon, and it is estimated that there will be another day of heavy rain tomorrow.

"Take out your magic circle item first, I remember it was a memory ball, right?"

"That's it, Professor."

"Hold it well, don't be so nervous, if you can't hold it in one hand, imagine that you are holding a spherical wand - I know it's hard to think of it, but this way is the most effective, Nearly all wizards cannot live without wands, and are always the best substitute—let me see—”

Professor Heimer took out a pocket watch and looked at it, then looked up for a while. The students watched this scene quietly, they were so curious about what would happen next.

Gradually, after a few minutes, the clouds began to slowly dissipate, or move to another direction, allowing the stars to appear, and the moon slowly appeared in the crowd's sight - it was a full moon.

"Full moon night, very good..."

The students suddenly heard Professor Heimer say this, which sounded confusing.

At this moment, Hermione suddenly noticed that the memory ball in Neville's hand also lit up - Neville himself obviously noticed this scene, and he exclaimed, "Professor, what happened to the memory ball?"

"calm."

Professor Haimer's voice gradually became empty, and it seemed to be everywhere, and the students heard him say: "Concentrate on this opportunity, you must seize this opportunity, otherwise you don't know when you will have to wait, and it will be next month at the earliest— — staring at the memory ball, do you remember what it can be used for now?"

"It's time to change the color, Professor." Neville said hastily, his brow dripping with sweat, "If the thing you've forgotten is serious, the color will become darker—"

"Very good." Toby interrupted: "Now, I need you to focus on two things. On the one hand, keep living in the feeling of creating memory balls, and on the other hand, try to be happy."

"Happy?" Neville froze.

"This is a means of protecting you." Toby looked up at the sky and said, "The Patronus is more useful than anything else, and the wizard who invented this magic is really powerful—well, let's start."

The following scene fell into a strange silence, and everyone's eyes were on Neville and the memory ball in his hand.

And Neville - his expression looked extremely weird. While trying to pull the corners of his mouth, his brows were furrowed tightly, as if someone was controlling the other half of his face.

It seems to be so.

Hermione's eyes suddenly widened. She noticed that Neville was in a strange balance - half of his body was shrouded in firelight, while the other half was illuminated by the full moon - she didn't know if this was the case. Coincidence, but Professor Highmore did adjust Neville's position.

Exclamations gradually came, and everyone saw with their own eyes that the color inside the memory ball was gradually deepening—for the first time in history, the smoke inside changed its appearance, beating like a heart, and it seemed that it wanted to What did it look like, but in the end it still didn’t take shape—this time, it was Harry who felt something was wrong. He somehow felt that this ritual was a bit like summoning a devil. Could it be that the thing that the smoke was going to turn into belonged exclusively to Neville? the devil, right?

The ceremony is still going on.

Neville maintained a happy mood under Toby's constant reminders, and tried hard to recall the day his parents recovered.

Just when he was about to be unable to hold on anymore, finally, the smoke inside the memory ball made a voice exactly like Neville's:

"Where's Leif?"

Neville was startled, his hands trembled, and he threw the memory ball on the ground.

"Professor!" He stuttered in fear, "How can the memory ball talk?"

With a wave of his wand, Toby let the memory ball float back to Neville, and he said with strange eyes: "This is a reminder, a reminder about the ceremony of using the memory ball - I can probably guess it, and this should be the one that lights up the most. The reason for the times—how many times have you thrown Rifle?"

"Can't remember exactly," Neville said dryly.

"That should be it." Toby threw the memory ball over and said, "Try it, repeat this sentence, and then use it in any way, pretending to be a wand - try using your wand."

Neville had to follow suit.

Under the eyes of everyone, he asked with some embarrassment, "Where did Lime go?"

In an instant, Neville regained the feeling he had when he had his first wand-he seemed to know that he should do this innately. memory balls.

"I succeeded, Professor!" he said in surprise.

"Yes." Toby looked at the other students with a headache: "I hope your ceremony can be normal - who will come next?"

There was a brief silence, and then the students boiled over, and the hurried shouts made Filch in the castle think that the students were going to rebel. He was about to go to the principal to complain, but was stopped by Mrs. Norris.

"I almost forgot, honey." He said with a smile, his wrinkles all piled up: "There are still rehearsals for the show tonight, I really can't wait to see you perform on the stage, it will definitely surprise these people. "

Mrs. Norris walked in front, her tail held high.

When he came to the door of the ancient magic office, Filch patted his body deliberately, and then carefully knocked on the door and asked, "Dear Mr. Al, are we late?"

The offices were all occupied by the school's pets. Al, who was in the center, was in a hurry. He didn't pay attention to Filch's inquiry, and shouted: "Ah!"

Raffles?How it disappeared again!