Archaeologists at Hogwarts

While an unknown battle was taking place in the Forbidden Forest, the new trio in the castle finally arrived at the corridor on the fourth floor. They quietly arrived at the door of the room on the far right.

Hermione glanced at her two companions, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

With the creaking sound of the door opening, the three people immediately spotted the silver armor standing above the trap door and also saw the long ax held in its hand.

Ron shuddered: "What the hell is this? We will be hacked to death by it. Do you have any way to deal with it?"

Neville shook his head no matter how confident he was, but Hermione suddenly whispered: "Don't you think it looks a bit like Professor Highmore's collection? Look at its weapons - except for the color, they are exactly the same as the ones we saw before.

"

This long ax left a very deep impression on them, making them feel that this armor was definitely not easy to mess with from the beginning.

At the same time, the armor also started to move.

He placed the long ax in front of him, performed a standard knightly salute, and then looked at the three of them intently, motionless.

"What is it doing?" Ron asked confused.

"I am not sure as well......"

Even though Hermione answered like this, she took the initiative to stand up, imitating the other person's actions in a decent manner, and carefully returned the salute.

Thanks to Hermione's quick enough reaction, and thanks to Neville's timely stop of Ron's hand that wanted to pull Hermione back - in just one second, the armor raised its long ax towards them and rushed towards them, and finally in time.

Stopped in the middle, motionless.

"ah--"

Hermione screamed and fell to the ground in fright. Neville was also frightened by the reaction of the armor.

Ron quickly pulled the two of them up. Just as he was about to put the invisibility cloak on the three of them again, he found that the armor turned sideways and moved out of the way to the trap door.

"We have passed this? What does this mean?"

As soon as Ron finished talking to himself, he got angry at the two of them: "What were you doing just now? At least you should inform me in advance. Am I the only normal person here?"

Hermione gasped and defended: "I came into contact with Professor Heimer's skull collection, but I later found out that I had misunderstood them. Just now I thought the armor was similar, and I wanted to communicate with us, but the way of communication was a bit unique."

Neville also followed suit and said with uncertainty: "I believed in Professor Heimer and thought his collection would not kill us, but I didn't expect -"

Ron looked at them intently, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Listen, I'm very grateful to Professor Highmore, but are you taking too many risks? Don't forget that he is still the Dark Devil. He has never denied this. You have to wake up quickly - Hagrid said

However, Professor Heimo is the only professor who has set up two mechanisms. The armor is only used to replace Lu Wei. Who knows what other ghosts are behind it."

"Two mechanisms?" Neville nodded in shock.

Hermione had the same expression as Ron - disbelief.

"When did your memory become so good? Then why did you do so poorly on the History of Magic exam?"

"Don't mention it." Ron said guiltily. He walked past the armor step by step. When he found that the other party really stopped moving, he bent down, pulled the ring on the trap door, and opened the trap door.

Hermione and Neville also followed Ron's example and walked over. The three of them formed a circle, looking down at the unfathomable darkness inside.

"Can't see anything."

"How should this go down?"

"Looks like I have no choice but to jump...I'll do it!"

Neville said boldly, showing infinite courage - it would be better if his legs weren't shaking.

The two of them helped Neville slowly slide down the hole, and finally clung to the edge of the hole with only ten fingers.

He looked up at the two of them, his face becoming paler.

"I still have something to ask you." Neville said with trembling lips: "If something happens to me, please apologize to Professor Heimer and write a letter to my grandma, telling her that I didn't

Mom and Dad are embarrassed.”

"What?" Hermione asked in surprise.

But Neville had already loosened his fingers, and the cold, damp air whizzed past his ears. He fell, fell, fell, and then——

Plop. With a strange and dull impact, Neville landed on something soft. He sat up and groped around. His eyes had not yet adapted to the dim light here. He felt as if he was sitting somewhere.

Plant on it.

"no problem--"

Neville shouted happily, the entrance of the hole now looked like just a spot of light the size of a postage stamp: "It's a soft landing, you can jump - wait a minute!"

Neville suddenly felt that something was wrong. He quickly groped for his legs and found that they were wrapped in tentacles and could not move at all.

"What's wrong?" Ron stood by the cave entrance and asked anxiously: "Neville, what's wrong with you?"

"It's the devil's net!" Neville's horrified cry came from below the cave entrance. He never thought that his favorite herbal medicine class would one day become the culprit of his murder.

"Do you have a fire? If there is no fire, don't come down! Don't forget to write to my grandma!"

"Fire - fire!" Ron looked at Hermione at once. Hermione was groping for her robes and took out a sparkling glass bottle from her pocket.

"Yes!"

Hermione said in surprise.

This is her ancient magic class assignment, and she can create blue bellflower flames with just a simple wave of her wand.

The two people immediately jumped down from the hole, passed the glass bottles to each other, used the flames in the bottles to disperse the devil's net, and finally fell to the ground safely.

Ron tugged on his collar tightly, feeling that there were still tentacles there that had not been completely removed.

He breathed out: "Huh - I finally understand why you believe in Professor Hemmer so much. Just using the magic circle saved our lives, don't you think so, Neville - by the way, the grandma you just mentioned

What happened? What happened to your parents?"

Neville pursed his lips tightly.

Just as Hermione quietly poked Ron's arm with her finger, trying to make him stop asking questions, she suddenly heard Neville whisper: "They... they live in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Maladies, which was originally

The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic...the two of them have been living there for a long time since the end of the last wizarding war...and were injured by the mysterious man..."

Ron was stunned, and Hermione didn't expect such an answer.

"Sorry, Neville." Hermione said with wet eyes, "I didn't expect...I'm sorry."

Ron also kept apologizing in a flustered voice.

"No...it's nothing." Neville quickly waved his hand and said, "It's not your fault."

He took a deep breath and put a bright smile on his chubby cheeks, but his words were choked up——

"They are almost healed... almost completely recovered. This is all due to Professor Heimer..."

"That's why I trust him so much."