Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 139 Pharaoh Mask

After returning to the dormitory, Harry and Ron were treated like heroes, and everyone welcomed them with warm applause.

But by breakfast the next day, they were paying the price. Hermione said "good morning" a little stiffly, and Harry knew she was still dissatisfied with the way they came to school.

As for Ron Errol, he sent him a letter from Mrs. Weasley.

"I thought she would send you a roaring letter." Neville on the other side said happily: "I mean, you caused quite a lot of trouble yesterday, and everyone was discussing it at the opening dinner.

"

Harry glanced at the students around him, lowered his head and murmured: "Not bad today - what did Mrs. Weasley say?"

Ron had already opened the envelope, and he placed the letter inside between the two of them. Hermione also poked her head to look at it.

As expected, Mrs. Weasley gave Ron a good lesson, saying that Mr. Weasley would be scrutinized by the ministry because it was his magical car.

But at the end, Mrs. Weasley gave Ron an extra warning - no matter who comes to ask, don't tell nonsense, let alone blame Professor Hemmer. It's best to reduce his role in the whole thing.

effect.

This sentence was very unusual, not something Mrs. Weasley would say, not to mention that she must have known that they took the magic car to school with Professor Hemmer's permission.

"I thought she would change her mind about Professor Heimer." Ron said in confusion: "She never likes people who break the rules, but how did Professor Heimer do it?"

"It can't be because he gave you tutoring during the holidays, right?" Neville, who didn't know what was going on, said enviously.

Harry shook his head. He was still feeling guilty for Mr. Weasley's review. He just said feebly: "No, I feel that Mr. Weasley should have a better relationship with Professor Hemmer. As for Weasley,

Mrs. Lai, I don’t know either.”

"I said," Hermione asked suspiciously, "Is it really Professor Highmore who allowed you to drive the magic car?"

"Of course." Ron said with lingering fear: "And I don't want to do it again. We were almost, just almost, falling from the sky and smashed into a pulp. Besides, isn't Professor Haimer right there?

If you don’t believe it, you can ask him yourself.”

Hermione looked in the direction of the teacher's desk. Professor Hemmer was sitting in his old seat - next to Principal Dumbledore. The two were talking in a low voice.

"Overall, it's a good thing."

Toby picked up a piece of potato, his expression relaxed as if nothing had happened.

"Not long ago, Arthur's idea of ​​passing the "Muggle Protection Act" was blocked. Malfoy must have contributed. He just lost the parchment and needed time to find a safe hiding place.

The location of magic items."

"So in the letter I sent to Arthur last night, I suggested to him that I try to take all the responsibilities on myself, and remember who made things extra difficult for him during the review process, so that it will be clearer

Now we know who the enemy is, Malfoy will not let this opportunity pass by."

Dumbledore wiped his lips with a napkin and asked calmly: "I believe Arthur will not risk his life easily, so how did he agree to your terms?"

"It couldn't be easier." Toby said confidently: "I promised Arthur that I would help him deal with those enemies. Of course, in a way that he couldn't understand yet, and to keep it secret from him for the time being. But in the end

I believe he will understand my good intentions."

Dumbledore turned to stare at Toby: "Don't tell me you are serious."

Toby shook his head and said: "At least there must be a list, just like the parchment I stole from Malfoy. There must be many wizards in the ministry who are more threatening than black magic items. They are too

I’m old, and I always think that purebloods are the ones who are truly valuable – Seriously, Headmaster, why don’t you go to the Ministry of Magic? I remember that you have declined invitations to ministerial posts many times.”

"Because I have to prevent more students like you from going astray." Dumbledore stood up and said, "Follow me to the principal's office. Maybe I should have a good talk with you on the first night of school."

"Oh, it's better to say goodbye, principal."

Toby picked up a copy of the "Daily Prophet" that had just been delivered and immediately turned to the page of the bestseller list. He found that "Magical Me" still topped the list, and "Ancient Magic and Magic Circles" still failed to enter the list.

Ranking.

"I'm not in the mood to be lectured. I have to prepare for this semester's courses."

Dumbledore frowned and looked at the disobedient Toby's back. He sighed and left.

Until now, he has never asked about the content of the conversation between Angela and Toby, and Toby has no intention of talking about it. Dumbledore had personally met Angela during the holidays and knew that this might be something other than

Apart from Al, Toby is my closest friend.

What worries Dumbledore most is that only one year has passed since he returned to Hogwarts and Toby clearly opposed his opinion for the first time.

"Could it be because of the magic stone?"

Dumbledore murmured without anyone hearing.

When Toby returned to the office, he was in a bad mood.

He and Al sat opposite each other across the coffee table, both of them with serious expressions on their faces.

Al asked in a deep voice: "Yeah?"

Toby was stunned: "What?"

Al became excited and waved his little paws: "Yeah! Yeah!"

The seriousness on Toby's face disappeared and was replaced by a puzzled expression: "I didn't plan to confront Dumbledore at the beginning of school. Are you talking about what happened just now? It's just because I don't want to be punished. You are here

What are you thinking about?"

The stunned person turned into Al: "Yeah?"

It suddenly became angry, took out a small shovel from its belly pocket, and rushed towards Toby with all its teeth and claws: "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"

Toby quickly grabbed Al's neck, as if he had done it ten thousand times.

"Hey!" He said angrily: "Why are you getting more and more crazy? You are even more exaggerated than me. Am I such a crazy person in my heart? Forget it, but I do have something serious to do when I come back this time.

Come on, where is the Pharaoh mask? It’s time to take it out and give it a try to avoid any problems in class."

Al reluctantly took out a golden mask from his belly pocket, which was exactly the one Toby got from the pyramid before returning to Hogwarts.

"eternal life."

Toby stared at the lifelike face and murmured, and Al finally stopped messing around, seemingly because he knew how powerful this mask was.

"What should I use to put it on? I remember Hagrid kept some chickens in the cabin, maybe I can try it on them-"

Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

Toby and Al exchanged a look, and they walked to the door together and opened it.

Standing outside the door was Lockhart.

He said proudly as soon as he came up: "Professor Heimer, have you read today's "Daily Prophet"? Sure enough, you have all made the headlines. Next time such a good thing will definitely come to me - but in the best-selling book

I can't help you much with the list, unless you are willing to attend my next interview. Maybe I can put in a good word for you or something, but it's not without conditions. It's really interesting to talk about.

You are an archaeologist, and I am also an adventurer. When we have time, we should really exchange our rich experiences with each other, what do you think?"

He blinked his shining blue eyes and smiled charmingly.

Al silently took out the Pharaoh mask that he had just hidden. After handing it to Toby, Toby squinted his eyes and said, "No more. Forget it."

He pulled Lockhart in with force, and the door closed silently.

"It seems okay to let the curse of this position come true in advance."

In Lockhart's horrified eyes, the golden mask slowly covered his face, and the screams suddenly stopped.

Even breathing stopped.