Archaeologists at Hogwarts

The atmosphere in the Troll House was almost stagnant, as Toby and Voldemort faced each other silently.

Quirrell, who was behind Toby, looked at this scene in shock. Harry and Hermione were also stunned by the sudden change.

Voldemort's target turned out to be the magic ball?!

Harry was still clutching his pocket tightly and did not dare to relax. He was afraid that this was just another trick of Voldemort, but he couldn't figure out why the magic ball could help Voldemort recover so quickly? It was better than the magic ball made with the magic stone.

Could the Elixir be more convenient?

Soon, Harry heard Professor Heimer murmuring across from him: "I have never known what the real material of the magic ball is. Now it seems that it should be similar to the dead animals in the Forbidden Forest...

...That's why the magic ball will escape my control after being possessed by you - is it the centaur prophet who told you? This is the question you asked her when you were hiding in the Forbidden Forest - if you can create your own faster

body of?"

"You guessed it right."

The pale face was not revealed in the hood of the witch's robe. It was dark under the red eyes, like an invisible whirlpool, but Voldemort's words could still be heard there: "It's all thanks to you."

Ancient magic. Thanks to you... for returning to Hogwarts."

"I told you a long time ago, Haimo, that one day, you will serve me. Whether it is willingly or in a wrong way, like now, like a magic ball."

"This is the fate of trying to master ancient magic. You are dueling with an invisible beast, and you cannot judge whether it is good or bad - until you become one of the beasts and become a part of ancient magic."

"It's more dangerous and more fascinating than black magic."

Toby narrowed his eyes slightly and stared closely at the witch robe transformed from the magic ball: "Really, so you are going to try the same old method again to convince me to work for you?"

"No......"

Voldemort made a long voice, full of mockery in his tone: "Ever since I found out that you left England, I knew that you would rather die than serve for me - just like the parents of the child behind me.

, they are very brave, I have always admired courage, but they became weak and stupid in front of their children - I killed his father first, but he would rather die than surrender and fight me bravely. And

His mother, Lily Evans, actually didn’t have to die, but she fought tooth and nail to protect her child..."

"What about you, Toby Highmore? You don't have the courage they dare to stay and fight me, but you have your own weaknesses, right?"

He said coldly and sarcastically: "Do you want me to tell you what your weakness is? Do you think I really haven't discovered it?"

Toby quietly held the wand in his sleeve, and he shot back: "I thought you had known it for a long time, without a doubt - Albus Dumbledore, he is my weakness, he has been there from the beginning.

Observe me and try your best to make me obedient——"

Voldemort suddenly let out an extremely cold laugh, interrupting Toby's self-narration.

"Until now, are you still waiting for Dumbledore to save you? He will not be your weakness, he will only be the constraint of your ambition. Yes, I know this very well, and I know you will not be that kind of person.

People who are willing to surrender are even less willing to be anyone’s subordinate. How do you explain it to other people now, how do you explain it to students and professors, and do you still call it an ideal?"

"No, that's just ambition, your growing ambition. I understand this very well. I have been on the same path as you. Perhaps, even the Sorting Hat has said similar things to us."

"This has nothing to do with origin, nothing to do with the academy, nothing to do with anyone, it's just because of ourselves."

"You are born evil."

"Hammer, admit it, you are born evil."

"The biggest difference between us is that I have already understood the world, and you are the only one who is still foolishly looking for a way to be rescued. You are very afraid of evil, aren't you? Dumbledore successfully tamed you, so

Only then will you return to Hogwarts - you are asking for help, you are screaming with all your life, look at yourself, how pitiful you are."

"This is your weakness. You have become weak, Highmore."

"I will wait to see the day when your relationship with Dumbledore breaks down. When achievements can no longer fill your ambitions, when Dumbledore's power can no longer restrain you, when the influence of ancient magic on you further deepens -

—”

"This will happen sooner or later...I will look forward to the day when you become enemies."

Harry and Hermione listened to the conversation between the two with trepidation. They saw Professor Heimer's expression as if something was being said, and his face became more and more twisted and crazy.

"Then do you know what I'm waiting for?"

Toby said through gritted teeth, as if he wanted to eat Voldemort alive.

"Then do you know what your weakness is? Let me tell it myself - Al!"

The situation in the field suddenly changed. Al, who had disappeared for a long time, appeared next to Harry and Hermione at some point. It was covered with Harry's invisibility cloak - which was originally on Neville to help him and Ron.

Leave the room where the armor is and avoid being split open by the opponent's axe.

Voldemort's black-robed figure retreated quickly, but in the blink of an eye, Harry and Hermione were enveloped by the invisibility cloak, and there was no trace of them anymore.

This is Voldemort's weakness. He cannot control the troll's body when possessed, nor can he completely control the powerful magic ball. Once the magic ball melts and turns into a magic circle, Voldemort's body cannot continue to maintain it!

Toby had already seen this clearly, but had been waiting for Al to help hide Harry and Hermione. Now he finally no longer had any scruples, raised his wand and shouted loudly: "Split into pieces!"

What he really wants to attack is not Voldemort, but the possessed magic ball. As long as he can hit the body shaped by the magic ball, Voldemort will no longer have the slightest support -

"boom!"

The spell went wrong and hit the wall of the house with the surface of the invisibility cloak, causing pieces of the stone wall to shatter and turn into powder and fly everywhere - Harry and Hermione were horrified to see them under the invisibility cloak.

Al quickly patted his chest, constantly congratulating himself on drinking the elixir of happiness.

——It was Quirrell who knocked Toby away, but judging from his frightened expression, it seemed that Quirrell did not do so voluntarily. He flew uncontrollably towards the incoming Voldemort, and was used by Voldemort again.

, the whole body was shrouded in a pitch-black witch robe, and the eyes in his face turned blood red.

"ah--!"

Quirrell screamed in pain, and the magic ball strengthened the life needed for Voldemort's possession. Quirrell felt as if his soul had been soaked in hot magma, and his brain was so painful that it was about to burst——

This was also how Harry felt at this time. The scar on his forehead was in pain, and he felt as if his head was split in two. He bent down and shouted loudly, his voice revealing the position of the invisibility cloak. Regardless of Al

No matter how hard Hermione and I tried to stop him, it was of no use.

Quirrell's mouth opened, and two voices came out at the same time, one was Quirrell's own shout, and the other was Voldemort's cold mockery:

"This is also your fate, Quirrell. Haven't you always been eager to be noticed? Now, start celebrating..."

"You're about to succeed."

Quirrell's body began to lose control of himself, and it was far more severe than ever before - the pain made him recall all the forgotten memories, including every time the Forgetting Curse was cast, and the initial pain before the start of school.

The pot of mysterious potion he made - originally he thought it was just to remove the scars caused by the Shadowless Curse, but then he was unknowingly controlled by Voldemort, and until today he is completely unable to control his body.

.

And a letter from Christmas.

Quirrell recalled the contents of the letter in a daze of consciousness——

[Professor Quirinus Quirrell, congratulations on becoming the most popular professor at Hogwarts, Merry Christmas.]

It turns out that he had done it a long time ago and started to attract people's attention.

Unfortunately......

Quirrell suddenly let go of all resistance and was willing to be controlled by Voldemort. He had already fallen deeper and deeper, not only because of his ambition at the beginning, but also because of the more dark magic he came into contact with later.

He can't change the impact of black magic on himself - black magic is never just a tool, it will lead wizards to think in evil directions, be affected from the inside out, and eventually turn into real evil bit by bit.

Only a handful of wizards can avoid this, and Quirrell...

He is too weak.

The screams coming from the witch robe disappeared little by little, and Voldemort coldly laughed and said, "Take a good look, Haimo, and remember this scene in your heart. One day, you will become no different from Quirrell."

——”

Suddenly, a spell struck, and Voldemort's voice suddenly stopped.

Just on the surface of Quirrell's original body, a complex and cumbersome pattern lit up - it turned out to be a magic circle, which completely restrained Quirrell in the blink of an eye, making him unable to move again.

This is the effect of the Mirror of Erised. Whoever comes out of the mirror will be imprinted with this magic circle without knowing it, waiting for Toby to trigger it completely.

Almost at the same time, Quirrell's screams were triggered again, and Voldemort mercilessly absorbed all his vitality, turning him into ashes and dissipating in just an instant - Voldemort escaped immediately, but he

But he did not choose to escape outside, but flew towards the direction where Harry's voice came from - now Harry was almost exposed outside the invisibility cloak. He was in unbearable pain and could no longer maintain his standing position. His vision was completely blurred by tears.

.

"So you still need the Philosopher's Stone!"

Toby said fiercely, shooting more spells at the flying witch robe - but Voldemort became more and more skillful in manipulating the magic ball. He did not need to actually transform into a witch robe, but turned his body into a ball again,

He successfully evaded all the spells, leaving a series of flying rubble behind him, filling the entire room with a thin layer of smoke.

Harry heard Voldemort's voice getting closer and closer to him: "Let me see if you will also be cruel to your own students and kill this boy - ah -!"

As soon as the magic ball touched Harry's body, a shrill scream came from it, as if Harry's body was like hot molten iron to Voldemort, the pain was directly inflicted on his soul——

After seeing this, Toby's eyes flickered slightly, but he immediately reminded loudly: "Al, take Granger away quickly——"

But they were too close together under the invisibility cloak, and the magic ball almost touched Hermione's witch robe just as they were retreating. Al took out a small silver shovel and tried to knock the magic ball away.

But he accidentally scratched the pocket of Hermione's witch robe, and a wand flew out from it, which was caught by Hermione in the palm of her hand.

"me......."

Hermione had no idea what spell to use to protect herself at this time, but the wand seemed to have already figured it out on its own. It turned around between Hermione's fingers and just pointed the tip of the wand at the incoming magic ball.

, and then a spell was shot out of it, hitting the magic ball impartially.

The magic ball seemed to have hit an invisible wall. The moment it was about to touch Hermione's witch robe, it turned into countless small silver specks, floating silently in rows in the air.

But at the same time, a blurry black shadow flew out from the neutral horse, still rushing towards Hermione who was retreating rapidly, and was about to complete another possession——

This time, it was the wand in Hermione's hand again. It separated from her fingers like a sharp arrow, shot into the center of the illusory black shadow, exploded completely with a bang, and turned into countless powders.

The painful screams spread throughout the room, and the smoke filled everywhere. Toby hurried to the other end of the room and heard a reassuring cry coming from the thickest part of the smoke.

"ah!"

At the critical moment, Al's small shovel grew countless times in size and was inserted deeply into the gaps between the stone bricks on the ground, protecting both it and Hermione.

Harry on the other side only rolled around on the ground a few times. Neither his face nor his arms showed any injuries more serious than the scar on his forehead. He just fell into a coma like Hermione.

Toby took a deep breath. Regardless of the mess, he slowly sat on the ground. In his heart, he felt that today seemed to be back to the days of archeology in the past. At that time, he also needed to be so cautious to avoid causing too much damage to the ruins.

Destruction can only be harvested after defeating the enemy. Occasionally, you need to carefully avoid dark creatures.

Of course, those enemies are definitely not as good as Voldemort, and Toby has never had to spend so much effort to deal with them.

After Al struggled to pull out the shovel a few times, he called out to Toby twice.

Toby waved his hand feebly, letting it resolve itself.

Al had to pick up Hermione's wand again - the wand that had just exploded was the wand that Neville had thrown to Hermione before, which was Frank Longbottom's. It seemed that he needed to buy himself a new wand after he recovered.

I hope Mr. Ollivander won't embarrass him too much.

As for Hermione's wand, during the explosion just now, even she herself didn't know when it fell into Al's hands.

Al picked up the wand and waved it. It screamed twice in a pretentious manner, and then pointed at his shovel - a dim magic circle suddenly flashed on the surface of the shovel, and the shield returned to its original size.

Al gently pulled it out from the stone brick and wiped it carefully back and forth.

According to the "Code of Wand Use" - no non-human creature is allowed to carry or use a wand.

After putting Hermione's wand back into her pocket, Al jumped up and climbed onto Toby's shoulders.

It fiddled with the long hair on the side of Toby's face a few times, tilted its neck and asked, "Yeah?"

Toby stared at the huge giant monster with distracted eyes, silently guessing whether the giant monster survived the battle. At the same time, he muttered perfunctorily: "It's not a big deal."

"Well...as long as no one else finds out."

Since then, the effects of the elixir the two of them took have completely disappeared.