Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 148 Black Devil and Mask

Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed Hagrid back to his cabin.

"He's crazy." Ron said in horror as soon as he sat down: "Professor Heimer is really going to put on the Pharaoh mask. What should we do then?"

Harry and Hermione were equally worried and speechless.

Hagrid came back with tea and rock cakes. He asked doubtfully: "What's wrong with you? What's the Pharaoh's mask?"

Harry described the situation during their class, and finally added: "All we had to deal with before were mummified roosters, the one Professor Hemmer just brought back."

Now, Hagrid finally understood.

He said doubtfully: "Toby shouldn't risk himself, and he shouldn't put the students in a life-threatening situation."

But except for Hagrid, the other three people in the room didn't think so.

As early as last semester, Professor Heimer completely disdained being enemies with the centaurs. At that time, they were all in the Forbidden Forest, where the centaurs lived.

Who knows what crazy things he will do?

After a moment of silence, Hermione finally asked the question in her heart: "What exactly does mudblood mean? I know this word sounds bad, but why is your reaction so big?"

Harry also had the same doubts.

Ron explained angrily: "This is the most insulting thing Malfoy can think of. It is a slanderous name for Muggle-born people. Some wizards, like the Malfoy family, always feel that they are superior to others because they

It's a so-called pure-blood. But look, I remember that Professor Highmore is also a Muggle-born, but he is much more powerful than most pure-blood wizards."

"No wonder he would directly deduct fifty points from Slytherin House." Harry suddenly said: "Even if he is from Slytherin, he wouldn't like someone from the same house to say this word, right?"

At the mention of Slytherin who had been deducted points, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became much more cheerful, and even Ron felt that the bruises on his face were less painful.

But when they thought about the confinement tonight, they became sad again.

"Be happy." Hagrid said, as if something suddenly occurred to him: "By the way, Harry, I want to settle the score with you. I heard that you sent signed photos, why didn't I get them?"

"That's a complete lie!" Harry said angrily.

But he saw Hagrid smiling.

"I was joking," he patted Harry's back affectionately, causing Harry's face to hit the table: "Come with me and show you something good."

They left the hut and walked to the fence. There were twelve large pumpkins in the vegetable patch. Harry had never seen such big pumpkins, each one was half a person tall.

"It looks pretty good, doesn't it?" Hagrid said happily, "It's for the Halloween party - it will be big enough by then."

"What did you fertilize them with?" Harry asked.

Hagrid looked around to see if anyone was there.

"Hey, I gave them a little - how should I say - a little help."

It must be because of the pink umbrella. Harry believed that Hagrid's broken wand was hidden inside that umbrella. Hagrid could not use magic. He was expelled from Hogwarts when he was in his third year, but

Harry never understood why. Whenever this matter was mentioned, Hagrid would clear his throat loudly and mysteriously pretend to be deaf until the topic changed.

"Is it an expansion spell?" Hermione was a little disapproving, but found it very interesting, "Oh, you did it very successfully."

"Your little sister said the same thing." Hagrid nodded towards Ron and said, "I just saw her yesterday." Hagrid glanced at Harry, his beard trembling. "She said she wanted to take a walk.

I think she was hoping to meet someone in my room." He winked at Harry. "I'd say she wouldn't refuse an autograph—"

"Oh, don't talk nonsense." Harry said urgently.

What they didn't see was that a figure with his head lowered came out of the castle, but after finding someone next to the cabin, he immediately returned to the castle for fear of being discovered by others.

"The lion must win."

Ginny Weasley whispered the password, and the Fat Lady's portrait moved to allow her to slip through the passage.

She hurried back to the dormitory, where she was alone.

Ginny nervously took out a black notebook from the bottom of the suitcase, took out a quill, opened it and wrote on the paper: "Riddle, are you there?"

The line of text flickered on the page, faded away, and then oozed out words Ginny had never written, using her own ink.

[Is that you, Ginny? You can just call me Tom, there is no need to be so unfamiliar.]

"I I just pay back"

[Not sure yet, right? You don’t understand why I asked you to check out those cocks? The reason is actually very simple. You don’t have to worry about it. I’m helping you get close to Harry Potter. You like him, right?

?】

"No, Tom, don't say that. It won't work. He is a famous man and the youngest Seeker in many years. How could he like me like this-"

Before Ginny could finish writing, the handwriting suddenly disappeared.

Judging from the look on her face, it seemed like this had happened more than once.

Tom Riddle's handwriting appears bit by bit.

[Ginny, I don’t allow you to slander yourself like this. Many people can’t find the shining points in you, but I can. I dare say that you are more charming than any girl I have come into contact with, but Harry is still

It’s just that he hasn’t discovered it yet. He will know one day.]

"Is it true, Tom?"

[Of course, Ginny. I'll spare no effort to help you. It won't take long. Now, do you want to share today's story with me? I can't wait. Oh, by the way, and you said

I’m also very curious about Professor Heimer, who I’ve met before. Can you tell me more about him?】

"Professor Heimer? He. He visited our house during the holidays, but what did you ask him to do?"

[Because this is part of the plan, Ginny.]

"Okay, so what do you want to know?"

[Magic circle, teacher award ceremony, college magazine, and rumors related to him. Lots and lots, anything will do. 】

At the same time, in the ancient magic office.

Toby stood in front of the window, his hair hanging in front of his eyes, and his gaze cast towards the dark sky in the distance.

Al was sitting on a small flying carpet, floating next to his head, his eyes looking hesitant.

"What's wrong?" Toby asked: "Is this different from what we have done before? To be precise, it is what I have done. You should have known a long time ago, Al, that one day, I will need to personally

Put on the Pharaoh Mask. I know it's risky, but we've already experimented with Lockhart, and I've never been able to get around to studying the Pharaoh Mask. After all, not long after getting this mask, I just

Got the appointment notice at Hogwarts."

"We have to do this sooner or later. There is no way to avoid this day. It is already rare to be able to do this experiment at Hogwarts. I hope Principal Dumbledore can stop me in time before causing any big trouble."

Al had no choice but to take the Pharaoh mask out of his belly pocket and reluctantly handed it to Toby.

"Yeah." It said weakly.

Toby took the mask and looked at the lifelike face on it.

"But I have already said that money is the last thing I need to worry about."

He picked up the Pharaoh mask, walked into the open Pharaoh's coffin, and said calmly to Al: "You know what to do next, right?"

Al floated to the opposite side of Toby and nodded dejectedly.

Toby took off his witch robe and threw it outside the coffin, revealing his strong body and large and small dark magic circles.

Different from last semester, these magic arrays have become much more complicated, vaguely forming the shape of a skull head.

The magic ball floated in front of Toby, dissolved in the blink of an eye, wrapped around his body, and all the magic circles shone dimly.

Toby slowly closed his eyes and murmured: "It's a pity that the magic ball was damaged by a mysterious man and can no longer form the level of a seven-pointed star. It cannot be repaired now."

"Yeah." Al's tone sounded like he was trying to stop him.

Toby did not open his eyes. He snapped his fingers, and the two skeletons next to the coffin immediately moved and slowly closed the coffin.

At the same time, a big hand covered the surface of the Pharaoh's mask, gradually covering his face with closed eyes.

"It's just a damaged magic ball."

Toby finally said: "Before I officially became the Black Devil, I didn't know what a magic circle was. Of course, I wouldn't be afraid of the mysterious existence in the mask."

"I will never bring about my own destruction, nor will I allow ancient magic to completely control me. If I must say it, this is just a part of the plan to successfully control ancient magic, and I need to pay a short-term price for it."

"That's all."

With the last slight sound, the coffin was closed tightly.

It's like it's never been turned on.