Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

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Entering June, the atmosphere in the castle became tense and excited again.Everyone is looking forward to the third race which will be held a week before the holiday.

Harry handed the Pandora notebook back to Luna. He has now learned this trick for flying, but he still can't relieve the tension in his heart.

To be honest, ever since he found Snape from the Black Lake last time, he has been worried that he will encounter even more terrifying "treasure".

What if he becomes number one by then, but what awaits him is not the Goblet of Fire, but something else?

Harry's nervousness continued until the day of the competition.

As they ate lunch, Harry, with the help of Ron and Hermione, kept thinking of spells he might be able to use.

The Crushing Charm, the Obstacle Charm, and the Orientation Charm were also important to ensure that Harry would not lose his way during the final test.

They already knew the general content of the last project—it was a maze, but they might encounter something.

"But there must be no devil..."

Harry prayed in a low voice: "But I would rather meet Andros than Professor Highmore's devil. If only I could learn the Patronus Charm, maybe I can make him forgive me."

Ron raised his head to look, and he suddenly said, "Headmaster McGonagall is here. She seems to be looking for you."

Principal McGonagall walked up to them and stopped with a serious expression.

"Potter, the warriors assembled in the conference room next to the auditorium after breakfast."

"But it's game night!" Harry accidentally spilled scrambled eggs on his body, thinking he had misremembered the time.

"I know, Potter," said Professor McGonagall. "The warrior's relatives have been invited to watch the final. You can meet them."

She walks away.Harry stared blankly at her back.

"Aren't my family members already at Hogwarts?" Harry asked blankly.

"It might be someone else." Hermione guessed in her mind: "Sirius and Lupin, they might come too."

This seems to make sense.

After dinner, Harry said goodbye to the two of them. He stood up from the table and Cedric came over after seeing him.

"It's the last day."

Harry noticed that Cedric's tone was also tense.

Cedric went on: "Do you think we should team up on the last level?"

"Isn't the matter of the golden egg over?" Harry couldn't understand.

"But I never planned to participate in the Triwizard Tournament from the beginning." Cedric shook his head and said, "And isn't it the same for you? This time, compared to getting honors, I hope that I can stay in school safely. . I know this sounds a little strange, but I still think it is more important to research self-casting wands."

This is true.

If Cedric really developed such a powerful wand, he would definitely go down in history.

"Then how is your research going?" Harry simply asked the other party's details: "Hasn't Hermione been helping you all the time? Has there been any results?"

The expression on Cedric's face became a little complicated.

"There are a few changes... including making the quill automatically write, correcting typos, and being able to polish the direction of the story... I have read a few articles, all of which are related to Jia Yang Something to do with elves.”

"I understand." Harry motioned for Cedric to say no more.

Hermione really took "The Tales of Bard Granger" seriously, and even started to silently cultivate tool people, as well as tool wands.

The two walked through the hall in embarrassment. When they came to the meeting room, Harry suddenly said, "I think your idea is good. Compared with being able to win the championship, I also hope that I can come back safely."

"Then it's settled." Cedric grinned and opened the door to the conference room.

Harry saw that Fleur and Krum were already inside, and apart from Cedric's parents, there was only one person left.

Albus Dumbledore.

Only he could possibly be a relative of Harry.

Cedric looked equally surprised. He walked to his parents' side, looking back at Harry all the way.

Dumbledore walked towards Harry with a smile.

"I didn't expect that." He said, "Originally, I was also invited to watch the last project. It happened that I didn't have much work today, so I decided to come back early to see my students."

Harry knew that the student Dumbledore had mentioned was definitely not him.

"Professor Haimer, he should be proctoring the exam, right? Are you going to find him?"

"No." Dumbledore shook his head and said, "I received a letter from Toby this morning. He didn't want to see me, so he found a place to hide."

Harry didn't know what to say.

"Go for a walk." Dumbledore said indifferently, "I haven't been back for a long time."

So, throughout the afternoon, Harry, accompanied by Dumbledore, has been walking in the castle.

Probably because they said hello in advance, not many people in the castle would disturb their interaction.

When the two came to the owl hut and silently watched the resting owls, Dumbledore suddenly said, "I asked James to go back, do you want to do the same?"

"What?" Harry was taken aback. "Where? The Tonks family?"

"If the person you are asking is James, yes, he is resting at Tonks' home now." Dumbledore turned his head and looked at Harry and said: "What about you, Harry, are you willing to withdraw from the game early? What?"

Harry didn't understand why Dumbledore would say that.

"It's just a hunch." Dumbledore's tone was a little unpredictable: "If possible, I would rather not have the last project, but I am also powerless to stop Toby -"

At this moment, a voice interrupted Dumbledore's narration.

"So you set your mind on my students?"

Toby found this place somehow. He walked over with a cold face and grabbed Harry's arm without allowing Harry to refuse.

"Follow me, Harry, and stay away from this man."

"Professor, I..."

"Toby."

Dumbledore looked at Toby's back and shouted: "Are you really not going to talk about it again?"

Without looking back, Toby said, "We have nothing to talk about, Minister."

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Harry told Ron and Hermione about it at dinner.

"What's wrong with them?" Ron asked puzzledly, "Why can't they talk properly? At least we must be able to understand them."

"Professor Highmore is always so enigmatic." Hermione retorted: "You have to know that some things are not convenient to say directly. For example, in terms of his attitude towards house elves, you have to hide it secretly. The message awakened me. This is something you pure-blood wizards will never understand."

"I'm half-blood," Harry corrected again.

In any case, it is definitely too late to quit now.

The main reason was that Harry didn't need to take the exam because of his status as a warrior, but once he quit, he knew very well that Professor Highmore would definitely not let him go.

However, Harry still took the time to write a letter and send it to James, but the reply might not be received until tomorrow.

On the way to dinner, Harry heard Professor McGonagall announcing to them: "Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes, I will invite everyone to the Quidditch pitch to watch the final event of the Triwizard Tournament. .Now please brave men and Mr. Scrimgeour to the playing field."

it's time.

Harry stood up from the Gryffindor table, and the Great Hall gave the warriors a round of applause.

Led by Scrimgeour, the group walked into the Quidditch pitch, which had become completely unrecognizable. A hedge twenty feet high surrounded the edge of the field. There was a gap in front of them, which was the entrance to this large maze. The passage inside is dark and a bit scary.

Harry and Cedric kept exchanging glances on the road, silently adhering to the "safety first" plan.

Five minutes later, people began to enter the stands. Hundreds of students filed into their seats, and the air was filled with excited voices and chaotic footsteps. The sky was now a clear deep blue and stars were starting to appear.

Harry saw Dumbledore sitting in the stands, and saw the other professors - but not Professor Highmore.

It seems that the relationship between him and Dumbledore has not eased much, and he is not even willing to appear in the same place.

The person who came to inform the warriors of the rules was Angela, and Al also stood on her shoulders.

"Professors will patrol outside the maze." Angela said: "If you encounter difficulties and want to be rescued, you can shoot red sparks into the sky. It won't be long before someone comes to rescue you. Do you understand?"

The warriors nodded together.

Scrimgeour began to announce the official start of the game.

After the whistle blew, Harry and Cedric, who had the same score, entered the maze first.

The tall hedges cast dark shadows on the path. Whether it was because the hedges were high and dense, or because of magic, the voices of the audience were inaudible as soon as they entered the maze. Harry almost felt like he was underwater again. He pulled out his wand and said, "Lumos." He heard Cedric behind him do the same.

After walking about fifty meters, they came to a fork in the road and the two looked at each other.

"Together?"

"of course."

The two did not separate, but ran in the same direction.

Meanwhile, in the silent castle.

The other Angela was looking out the window silently, knowing that the game had officially begun.

In the corner of the ancient magic office, Ignotus's skeleton disappeared—it had now become Angela's appearance and was under Al's control, so it didn't show any signs.

it's time.

Angela still remembers Toby's promise to her.

She has been waiting for this day - to use the Goblet of Fire's unknown ability to learn her true identity.

Only in this way can she know how to avoid the threat from Haierbo.

Angela came to the disappearing cabinet, got in, and disappeared from the castle.

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Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

Hai Erbo, who was trapped in the armor, slowly opened his eyes. He struggled to move his neck, and he could only catch a glimpse of Old Tom who was trapped on the other side from the corner of his eye.

"It's today," he whispered.

Old Tom was being manipulated by the Pharaoh's mask, and he didn't respond to Haierbo's words.

The only difference was that the bandage on his little finger suddenly loosened a lot, as if something had removed it.

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Quidditch pitch, stands.

"minister?"

After seeing Dumbledore suddenly stand up, Scrimgeour immediately asked: "Do you want to pause the game?"

"No." Dumbledore said, "You don't need to interfere with the game. It just occurred to me that I might need to go to the village."

"Hogsmeade?" Scrimgeour didn't quite understand Dumbledore's decision.

But who made him the minister?

Under the gaze of the crowd, Dumbledore walked out of the Quidditch pitch, but soon, he came back invisible.

No one noticed that after the four warriors entered the maze one after another, there was another "contestant" inside.

In the continuous speculation and anxiety, Dumbledore finally made this irrational decision.

But at this point in time, he has no other options.

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Black lake, big boat.

Lockhart was not here, only Grindelwald was alone in the cabin.

Just as he was about to leave, there was a knock on the door.

"It's me." The man outside said, "Severus Snape."

Grindelwald was a little surprised by Snape's arrival.

On the contrary, Snape seemed to have known Grindelwald would be here for a long time, and he didn't look surprised.

Grindelwald did not stop Snape from walking in. He asked calmly, "Is it Toby Highmore's oath to you? He ordered you to watch over me today?"

"No." Snape said unexpectedly: "Toby didn't intend for me to deal with you, he just wanted me to witness this scene - maybe your death - these are his exact words ."

"I don't know how he intends to kill me." Grindelwald asked with interest.

But soon, the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

"Looks like you understand."

Snape said grimly, "You'd better hope he fails, or that madman can do anything."

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"Is this the end?"

"It looks a bit like..."

Harry and Cedric came to the end of the maze. They stared at the Goblet of Fire not far away in front of them in a daze. No one thought that victory would come so easily this time - all they had to do was run.

"so what should I do now?"

Harry asked hesitantly, "Do we have to fight?"

Cedric shook his head quickly.

"Safety first." He said solemnly: "Actually, we can go to get the Goblet of Fire together, anyway, Hogwarts will win."

"Good idea." Harry agreed.

Two people came to the Goblet of Fire.

"Count to three, okay?" said Harry. "One—two—three—"

He and Cedric each grabbed a handle.

The next second, Harry felt as if a jerk was pulled behind his navel, and his feet lifted off the ground, but he couldn't let go of the Triwizard Cup, which dragged him down in the howling wind and swirling colors. Flying forward, Cedric beside him.

Harry felt his feet hit the ground, he fell, and finally let go of the Triwizard Cup.

He heard Cedric screaming in pain beside him, and then saw someone walking towards him in the dark.

"You are here."

Toby showed his face and said that his face was frighteningly pale.

"Give me your wand, Mr. Cedric."

"Professor Hemmer?" Cedric gave Harry a confused look, but he still obeyed.

After taking the wand, Toby turned to look at Harry.

"Do you still have the stone I asked you to take?"

"Resurrection Stone?" Harry put his palm into his pocket, and when he took it out again, there was an extra stone in his hand.

"Toby? Where are you?"

A shout came from a distance, and Harry recognized it as Professor Angela's voice.

"She never learns the lesson." Toby shook his head and said, he turned his head and threw out his wand at Angela who was waving at him.

"Passed out."

Angela was hit and fell down in disbelief.

Harry stared at this scene dumbfounded. He saw Professor Highmore turn around and whispered to himself——

"Hold that rock tight, I promise, this will be over soon..."

"Avada Kedavra."

A flash of green light flashed, and the expression on Harry's face froze, and his body fell down, staring at the sky motionless, with no brilliance in his green eyes.

he died.