Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

Ron really didn't expect that this trip would lead to such a serious matter - the reason why he studied the devil was to protect himself?

The monster butler of Death Castle is also missing? !

This made him uneasy in the next few days, fearing that when he woke up in the middle of the night, he would see a picture... a picture...

"Eh? What does that monster butler look like? It seems to be invisible, right?"

Despite this, Ron couldn't help but put in the faces he was most afraid of - the spiders.

After having this idea, he immediately became more uneasy.

This uneasiness lasted until I received extracurricular tutoring from Professor Heimer on the weekends.

"Are you afraid of spiders?" Toby asked, staring at Ron. His smile looked a little weird: "This should be a good entry point... Don't get me wrong, I didn't tell you anything. There’s no telling whether the devil will look like a spider in the future.”

Ron suddenly became frightened. Letting him deal with the spider devil day and night would be tantamount to killing him!

The method for Ron to learn how to be a devil is no different from what he taught Harry - he has to start with his magic circle item, which is Ron's sweater that looks like Mrs. Weasley's.

After arranging for Ron to sit on the sofa and stare at him in a sweater, Toby turned to look at Harry who came with him.

The expression on his face was extremely disturbed.

"Have you made up your mind too?"

Toby didn't give him any more time to think.

After a brief daze, Harry nodded vigorously.

"Yes, Professor... I still want to keep my devil. It might be useful in the game."

Toby looked at him and laughed: "Bad excuse, but good ambition - come with me here, Harry."

Toby brought Harry to the three familiar skeletons.

Just last semester, James tried to communicate with the ancestor of the Potter family, Yingnotus Peverell. At that time, he mistakenly thought that Helbo was afraid of this ancestor, but Harry later found out Not so.

Yingnotus noticed the appearance of Herbo during the ritual of summoning the God of Death, but he had no ability to resist, so he had to "smartly" make a wish to hide it, but the price was that he would never be able to be with his family again. Reunion together.

That's why Toby could only find the bones of Cadmus and Antioch later. As for Yingnotus's, they were additionally buried on the island where Azkaban is located.

Today, Harry came to these three skeletons again.

He probably guessed what Toby was going to do.

"Shall I try to see Death, Professor?"

Harry knew that Professor Highmore had the ability to face death through these three skeletons, and not only Professor Highmore, but also James could do this method.

The sofa area where Ron was was already separated by a curtain.

After a brief silence, Toby nodded and said, "Yes, Harry, before you become the master of death, you must have the courage to face death."

Harry was not surprised by this at all. He had already prepared himself in advance, knowing very clearly that he would have to face this day sooner or later.

But when he learned that he would not be accompanied by Professor Haimo this time, he still inevitably panicked.

"This is for your own good too."

Toby said with relief: "Because once I appear, I will definitely become the favorite target of the God of Death, so I don't know how long it will take. The best way is to let you contact the God of Death alone, but there is no need. Too worried, you also have your own support - did you bring the Potter family's invisibility cloak?"

Harry touched the stuffed wizard robes over his belly, where the Invisibility Cloak was now.

"Take it, Professor."

"That's good." Toby said: "As a relic of Yingnotus, it is one of the few items that has the ability to avoid death. You will have to rely on it for this lesson. If you feel that you can't hold on, hurry up. Put on the invisibility cloak, do you understand?"

Harry took out the Invisibility Cloak silently, took several deep breaths, and then nodded.

"Very good," Toby said, looking at him, and then led Harry to the skeleton of Yingnotus.

"Then let's begin."

This is not the first time Harry reads the historical picture involving skeletons, he even helped James do it - the method is very simple, just use the devil to pretend to be the god of death, and then ask that sentence -

"Tell me what my wish is."

"revenge."

There is always only one answer.

Harry didn't know what became of those who answered incorrectly, and he didn't want to know.

The only thing he knew clearly was that the period of waiting for death to gaze upon him was very difficult. For this reason, Harry had to repeatedly watch the scene of Yingenitus panicking when summoning the God of Death, because Helbo suddenly found them.

It was hard, too, Harry thought from the bottom of his heart.

It wasn't until the eye of death really glanced at him that Harry realized that he had thought of this matter too simply.

"Tell me, my wish—"

Inexplicable fear hit Harry. This was the first time he faced death in a real sense. He was so frightened that he couldn't do anything. The first thing he did after regaining his strength was to ignore everything. Put the cloak of invisibility over your head.

The picture disappeared, and the position of the Grim Reaper changed to a different person. Professor Highmore was condescendingly looking down on the pale Harry.

"Why..." Harry was shaking so hard that he couldn't even finish the question.

"Do you want to ask why you felt that way just now?"

Toby said in a deep tone: "Otherwise, do you think it would be a good thing to be targeted by the god of death? But don't be discouraged, my performance when I faced the god of death for the first time——"

"Just like me?" Harry asked hopefully.

"It's not that exaggerated." Toby struck mercilessly: "After all, the scene when I saw the God of Death for the first time was completely different from now. There was no professor to help me take care of me, and there was also a crazy one who wanted to bite me to death. As for the werewolf, I was thinking how bad it could be...it turns out that being targeted by death is the worst thing."

"Take a five-minute break and then we'll continue."

The first session of special counseling was tough for both Ron and Harry.Ron couldn't find any clues of the devil until the end, and he suspected that he was completely wasting his time.

As for Harry, at least he no longer needed Professor Heimer's help. He could turn the rune snake into Death's witch robe, cover his body, and summon the tragedy of Yingnotus on his own.

After Professor Highmore announced that he could stop, the two of them were almost exhausted, especially Harry. The repeated summoning of the devil consumed too much of his magic power, and he didn't even have the strength to sit up from the floor.

There was a sudden cracking sound in the room, and Dobby appeared in the same way he had been in Harry's special training for the devil—he deliberately changed into a colorful holiday suit, wearing several layers of socks, behind him He was also pulling a small cart, which was filled with all kinds of food.

"Go back when you are full." Professor Haimer's instructions seemed to be like the sound of nature.

"Harry Potter!"

Dobby was extremely excited when he saw Harry, but he seemed to remember something when he bowed. He finally suppressed the tears in his eyes and said as calmly as possible (actually he just didn't cry loudly). : "Dobby, it's such an honor to finally have the opportunity to serve you again."

Ron, who was stuffing the sausage into his mouth, said vaguely: "Very good, that's it. You don't need to say hello to me. Wait until I'm full first."

Harry knew it was last term's exams that had helped, and that Dobby didn't have to be as exaggerated as he usually was.

He glanced at Professor Highmore who was sitting back behind the desk, and after thinking for a while, he asked Dobby, "Hermione—do you remember Hermione? Has she called you recently?"

Ron also quietly raised his ears.

Both of them knew that Hermione would not give up so easily, or they rarely saw Hermione give up.

"Hermione?" Dobby's eyes grew bigger like light bulbs, and his voice became unpredictable: "Of course I remember her, Harry Potter, and not just me, the kitchen All the elves here know her."

"Is there such a thing?" Ron asked in surprise. He had no idea that Hermione had secretly made so many "new friends".

Looking at himself, he doesn't even know how to get into the kitchen.

"It's true." Dobby was very familiar with Hermione's arrival: "She didn't say anything after she arrived. Instead, she kept helping to make cookies. At first, this scared the other elves and they couldn't see it. There were wizards busy in front of her. She didn't give up until later when she asked those elves to help improve her cooking skills."

Harry exchanged a look with Ron with a strange expression - they had always thought that the cookies Hermione brought back from the kitchen were made by the elves, but they didn't expect that it was actually made by Hermione herself.

No wonder, when Ron complained loudly that the biscuits were not as good as last time, Hermione would always roll his eyes. They thought Hermione was complaining, but now it seemed that this was not the case at all.

"Didn't she do anything extra?" Ron asked doubtfully. This was really not in line with Hermione's style.

"Nothing." Dobby said honestly, "Nothing but making biscuits."

Well, now the two of them couldn't see through Hermione's plan at all.

Harry glanced at Professor Highmore not far away, but he was just reading a book quietly, without any intention of commenting or answering questions.

It was only when the two left that Toby suddenly told them: "Next weekend will still be at the same time. If you have something to do, please remember to ask me for leave in advance."

"Yes, Professor."

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Whether it is Ron or Harry, they have gradually become familiar with Professor Heimer's tutoring classes in the past few days, especially Harry who has experienced the most. He knows that Professor Heimer is not willing to take up formal class time, and more Classes are held on weekends.

But this also meant that he spent less and less time with Qiu.

This was originally not a good thing, but for some reason, since that meeting at the Three Broomsticks, Qiu seemed to have fully understood Harry's intentions, and would never embarrass the other party on such a trivial matter, and would not talk too much Ask a question.

But the success of the relationship is not enough to offset all Harry's distress.

Because he found that he really didn't get along with Potions class.

During a Potions class on Tuesday, Harry noticed Professor Slughorn wandering behind him from time to time.

He originally thought that the professor had given up on him in the first class of the semester, but he didn't expect that it didn't take long for the professor to stick to him again.

Moreover, Harry also found that Professor Slughorn's eyes were no longer just staring at the potion, but would circle around himself from time to time.

What exactly happened here?

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the classroom door, and a round little head poked in.

It was Colin Creevey, and he walked up to Slughorn and said, "Sir, I'm going to take Harry Potter upstairs."

"Oh," said Slughorn, as if he knew it all along. "It's the warrior's wand test, isn't it?"

"Ah?" Colin said doubtfully: "Isn't it a photo..."

"Go, Harry, if it's too late, you don't have to come back, just ask your roommate to bring the textbooks."

Harry was afraid that Colin would make another joke, so he walked quickly past the classroom with his head lowered, not daring to stop for a moment.

Slughorn looked at Harry's back, then shook his head regretfully and said, "How could it be possible... How did he fall in love with dark magic? Can this be inherited?"

Well, he was still thinking about Toby's words.

Harry was led by Colin into a smaller classroom where most of the desks had been pushed to the back of the room, leaving a large space in the middle.But there were three desks, side by side, in front of the blackboard, covered with a long piece of velvet.Behind the velvet-covered desk, there were several chairs, and Rufus Scrimgeour was sitting on one of the chairs. He was chatting with Professor Highmore who came for no reason.

"Perhaps we should take this opportunity to test our wands." Scrimgeour seemed to be trying to trick Toby into saying this.

"I don't need it." Toby's tone was very cold: "Anyway, even if I don't have a wand, it's not something someone like you can handle easily."

Full of gunpowder flavor.

Harry looked back and forth, and he silently came to the table where the warriors were standing - this time, besides Krum and Cedric, whom he had known for a long time, even Fleur was there, and she didn't know that she had heard of it What, compared to the last time, the way she looked at Professor Haimo completely changed.

Harry was very familiar with this look, because the students in school who hadn't finished their homework looked at Professor Highmore in the same way-there was fear in the eyes alone.

But the extracurricular stories could not attract the current Harry. He gave Cedric, who had come earlier, a questioning look.

"I heard it's related to the interview."

Cedric said in a low voice: "The Quibbler was supposed to conduct an interview with us, but Mr. Ayer accidentally revealed it. I thought it would go on like this, but I didn't expect it to be intercepted by the Daily Prophet." Hu."

Harry stared at him wide-eyed.

"But aren't these two newspapers the same thing?"

Harry couldn't help but think so. After all, the two newspapers belonged to Toby and Dumbledore respectively, so there was absolutely no reason for such competition.

Cedric gave Harry a complicated look, which made Harry couldn't help but feel nervous.

It seems that the two are at odds again.

All this was more fully confirmed after the arrival of the reporter.

Tonks, whose face was full of excitement, almost jumped up and down. She dyed her hair pink today, and she couldn't help asking curiously when she came up: "Have all the contestants arrived? Let me introduce myself first." , I'm going to interview your reporter later, just call me Tonks."