Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 140 The second group photo

"Why am I here?"

After regaining consciousness again, Lockhart found himself standing in the armor corridor on the fourth floor. He remembered that he was originally going to find Toby Highmore, but he seemed to have forgotten something.

He looked around confusedly, and a strange pair of armor caught his attention. The other person was holding a long silver ax in his hand. From the direction of the visor, he seemed to be staring at him quietly.

.

Lockhart walked toward the visor with suspicious eyes, approaching step by step.

The armor's fingers exerted slight force, holding the long ax tighter.

At this moment, the bell for the end of get out of class suddenly rang, which startled Lockhart. He took out a gorgeous pocket watch from his arms, with the outside covered with gems.

He found that it was almost time for his class before he knew it.

"How did time go by so fast?"

Lockhart said in surprise, strode out of the armor and rushed to the office.

The armor that was cursed last semester stared at Lockhart's back for a while, and then it slowly straightened its posture, as if nothing had happened.

At the same time, in the ancient magic office, it seemed that the place had been completely ravaged by a storm not long ago, and there were traces of damage to items everywhere.

Toby took out his magic wand and restored all the destroyed tables and chairs in the room to their original state.

Al carefully stuffed the Pharaoh mask back into his belly pocket.

"ah."

"Yes, Al. The Pharaoh Mask is still the same. It is extremely powerful. Let's let Lockhart go for now. It would be safer to use a cock."

"ah?"

"Dumbledore? It's not because I'm afraid of Dumbledore - okay, let's go, it's time to go to Hagrid to ask for roosters. I hope there are enough."

In the afternoon, Harry was exhausted after taking Herbology and Transfiguration classes consecutively.

The herb class was okay, they just had to wear earmuffs to deal with mandrake - it's a powerful restorative and the cry can kill you.

Harry also met Justin Finch-Fletchley, a Muggle-born from Hufflepuff House, in class.

The Transfiguration class is different. This is already an extremely difficult course, and today it is even more difficult. The students need to turn beetles into buttons in class, and no one except Hermione can achieve this goal.

"What class is there this afternoon?" Harry secretly hoped it would be History of Magic, so that he could have a good sleep.

But Harry's hopes were soon dashed.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts," Hermione said, looking very happy.

"Hey," Ron grabbed her class schedule and said in surprise, "Why do you circle all Lockhart's classes with hearts?"

Hermione snatched the timetable back and blushed angrily.

Harry blinked and asked doubtfully: "I thought you admired Professor Heimer. Besides, Lockhart's adventures are not as good as Professor Heimer's archeology. Why do you admire him instead?"

"Stop talking, Harry." Ron took out "Traveling with Vampires" from his schoolbag, pointed to the cover of the book with Lockhart's smile and said, "Just look at this, he was fascinated by this smile.

My mother and Hermione's, maybe Professor Highmore should smile more."

Hermione walked away angrily, leaving the two little boys enjoying themselves there.

But Harry's luck was really bad today.

When he and Ron followed Hermione into the cloudy courtyard, they found a little boy staring at him like a man possessed. The boy was holding something in his hand, which looked very much like an ordinary Muggle camera. Haha.

As soon as Lee looked at him, the boy's face immediately turned red.

"Hello, Harry? I - my name is Colin Creevey." He said breathlessly, timidly taking a step forward, "I am also in Gryffindor. Do you think - is it okay?

——Can I take a picture of you?" He raised the camera expectantly.

"Taking pictures?" Harry asked blankly.

"This way I can prove that I saw you." Colin said eagerly, taking a few steps forward.

It turns out that Colin is a Muggle-born, and his father is a milkman. Neither father nor son believed in the existence of magic at the beginning. But Colin learned about magic before he came to Hogwarts.

Harry Potter and the legendary story that happened to him, so he wanted to get the photo and Harry's signature so that he could send it to his father for a look.

"Signed photos? You're sending signed photos, Potter?"

Draco Malfoy's loud, snarky voice echoed through the courtyard. He stopped behind Colin, flanked by his two big, menacing best friends: Crabbe and Goyle. At Hogwarts, this

The two of them always followed him around like bodyguards.

"Everyone, line up!" Malfoy shouted to the crowd, "Harry Potter is handing out signed photos!"

"No, I didn't." Harry said angrily, clenching his fists, "Shut up, Malfoy."

"You're jealous," Colin said sharply, his whole body only as thick as Crabbe's neck.

They argued for a while, and soon a guy even more annoying than Draco appeared.

"What's going on? What's going on?" Gilderoy Lockhart strode towards them, his green robes fluttering behind him, "Who is sending out signed photos?"

Harry opened his mouth to explain, but Lockhart put an arm around his shoulders and shouted cheerfully: "No need to ask! We meet again, Harry!"

Harry was sandwiched next to Lockhart, feeling feverish with humiliation. He saw Malfoy retreating proudly into the crowd.

"Come on, Mr. Creevey," Lockhart greeted Creevey with a smile. "It's a perfect deal for a double photo. The two of us will sign it for you - oh, wait a minute, what a coincidence.

Well, we meet again, Professor Heimer, do you want to take a photo together?"

The students who were watching the excitement were horrified to find Professor Heimer on the edge of the crowd. He was holding a crowing rooster in his hand. The moment they discovered him, the students stopped talking and they all

He lowered his head, fearing to look at Professor Haimer. Malfoy had already quietly slipped away with his two followers.

"Picture?"

Toby looked at a few people, and suddenly he pinched the rooster's neck hard. The rooster let out a final scream and then let its neck hang down. He didn't know if he was dead.

"Of course, take a photo."

Toby walked towards them with a smile, and Lockhart subconsciously took a step back. Harry had begun to admire Lockhart's courage - if it had been him, he would have run out of bounds by now.

But it's also possible that we don't have enough time.

Toby walked very quickly. He stood beside Lockhart, placing Lockhart in the middle of the three of them, and put his arm around Lockhart's shoulders affectionately.

Lockhart kept glancing at the dead rooster, feeling that he would be the one whose neck was strangled in the next second.

"Oh, Professor Hemmer." It was hard not to catch Toby's attention due to his abnormal behavior. Lockhart smiled awkwardly; "So, we are fine?"

"What's okay?" Toby motioned to Creevey to lift the camera and ignore the rooster in his hand.

"The back-to-school dinner." Lockhart had no choice but to confirm: "I remember you mentioned a person named Angela that day, and said that it was because of our previous photo that she recognized you—"

"Oh, I remember." Toby acted as if he had forgotten about it: "That was just a small misunderstanding - by the way, Professor Lockhart, what are you doing this morning? Preparing lessons.

?"

"It looks like it," Lockhart said uncertainly, "I can't remember exactly. There seemed to be a blank period of time -"

"Okay!" Toby suddenly interrupted, Creevey had already raised the camera and pointed it at them.

At the afternoon bell, he reminded: "Smile, gentlemen."

Creevey pressed the shutter anxiously - Harry, with a confused expression, subconsciously showed his shining teeth, but Lockhart, whose eyes were still confused, and Toby, who was smiling, were frozen in the same picture.