Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 149 Monster in the Dark

Before night came, the news that the Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch players were going to be imprisoned together spread throughout the campus. However, the person they offended was Professor Heimer, and the Slytherin House was also affected by this.

A full fifty points were deducted!

This is simply a catch-all!

The students were all shocked by this, and everyone was discussing what the content of tonight's confinement would be - until they heard that Professor Heimer was going to put on a pharaoh mask himself to teach those students.

Well, no one dared to ask any more. They even made up their minds to hide as far away as possible to avoid being affected.

After dinner, Wood gathered all the Gryffindor players in the common room and wanted to cheer them on, but even Hermione couldn't stand it - yes, she was also involved in the fight.

, also need to be locked up.

"Stop talking, Wood." Hermione advised: "I once worked as a proofreader for Professor Hemmer. Well, I was also imprisoned twice. This time it was relatively good. At least we knew that we were about to meet in a while.

For whatever reason, it’s better to spend all your time preparing the magic circle, maybe—well, I know it’s not a good thing to say, but maybe there is still a glimmer of hope.”

Wood's face was frighteningly pale, and even the twins had no intention of joking - compared to Harry and the others, they were considered senior students, and Professor Heimer was never merciful to senior students, but was more strict.

.

"I will pray for you." Neville, who was watching, could only say this.

Harry couldn't even force a smile, he just nodded gloomily.

On the other side, in the principal's office.

"It's only been a year!"

Snape kept walking back and forth in front of Dumbledore, and he accused angrily: "Look what he has done?! Now he is planning to break the rules in front of you! Are you just turning a blind eye?"

Look and do nothing?!"

Dumbledore looked at Fawkes, who was getting older. He said calmly: "I thought you knew him, Severus. Once you have made up your mind, it is difficult for Toby to change. He refused, even

It is to resist thoughts that go against one's will. He never discusses with others, more, he just simply informs. I believe you have a deep understanding of this."

But Snape couldn't help but become angrier, his whole person was like a gloomy old bat.

Once again, he gritted his teeth and asked: "So you just watch and don't plan to do anything?!"

Dumbledore slowly closed his eyes, feeling unusually tired.

Once again, he was seen as omnipotent.

"Yes," he said softly. "I'm not going to stop Toby. He's becoming more and more resistant to my idea of ​​having a good talk. You remember the last time this happened, he did

What did you say? Do you need me to remind you again? "

Dumbledore reopened his eyes, his light blue gaze met Snape's eyes, and ignored the warning contained therein and continued: "Almost, almost, he killed Petunia with his own hands, if not for what happened later.

Being hunted by Death Eaters, he really did it successfully."

Snape had no mercy for this. He said coldly: "That is entirely her fault. That damn Muggle has always been jealous of Lily. Toby just wanted to give Lily a sigh of relief, if not because. If not"

Snape suddenly couldn't continue talking, and his expression became extremely painful.

"You want to say that you will do this, right?" Dumbledore asked, but then he shook his head: "No, it's not that simple. That's just what Toby wants us to see.

is not the whole truth. Only a few people know the truth, and Lily is one of them."

"Otherwise, she will not really draw a clear line with Toby later. You and I both know what a difficult decision this is for Lily. She will never give up her friends so easily."

"all in all--"

Dumbledore motioned with his eyes to Snape to sit on the chair opposite his desk, but Snape, who was already extremely angry, refused to listen to him. He turned around and left the office angrily.

Dumbledore looked at Fawkes again, and Fawkes whined.

"But what can I do?"

Dumbledore repeated what Toby had said in a low voice, as if talking to himself: "I know Toby doesn't want me to become the White Devil, but equally, I don't want to see the birth of the Dark Devil with my own eyes.

.”

"After all, that's happened once."

At nine o'clock in the evening, the two college Quidditch team members, plus Ron and Hermione, arrived at the door of the ancient office.

There was a competitive momentum between the two sides, and no one was willing to admit defeat, but they reached a very similar consensus on the matter of knocking on the door-no one was willing to step forward and knock the door to terror in person.

door, not to mention that everyone knew that Professor Heimer was waiting for them inside.

Just when they thought time would continue to drag on, the door suddenly opened automatically, and both parties once again took a step back in tacit agreement, both of whom were frightened.

“Something seems wrong”

Ron said while hiding behind Hermione. He turned around and was dragged in front of him by an angry Hermione.

Not only did he see that something was wrong, everyone also saw it - it was dark inside the ancient magic office, and there were no lights on. Only the light beams from the corridor poured in, shining impartially on the pharaoh's coffin directly opposite the door.

body, silently watching everyone, making them feel cold in their hearts.

At the critical moment, Wood plucked up the courage and said: "Stop imitating those cowards, let's go, it's our turn to go in."

His legs were still shaking when he said this, but no one could laugh.

Gryffindor walked into the dark office first. Slytherin did not rush first, but shrewdly followed behind them.

Malfoy, who was at the back of the team, was the last one to walk in. As soon as he crossed the threshold, the door slammed shut behind him, startling everyone.

In the pitch-black environment, Malfoy couldn't help but want to pull the door open, but it seemed as if some spell was cast on it, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it open at all.

"We are locked up." He said in horror. He couldn't see anyone and could only hear the gasps from around him.

At this moment, there was a strange rustling sound, as if something was slowly opening.

"Professor Heimer?"

Fred shouted as if grasping a life-saving straw: "Is it you, Professor Hemmer?!"

No one responded to him.

George couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "I said, aren't we here for confinement today, but why is Professor Hemmer doing this-ah!"

A sudden shouting sounded, but in the blink of an eye there was no movement.

"George George?" Fred shouted in a trembling voice, "George, where have you been hiding? This is not funny at all."

"Shh!" Harry suddenly said: "Listen, what is this?"

It was a voice, a creepy, breathless, cold and vicious voice.

"Come here and let me tear you apart. Kill you."

Immediately afterwards, the strange rustling sound from before sounded again.

Harry didn't dare to move. He tried to open his eyes wide, but couldn't see anything clearly.

But inexplicably, Harry felt something standing in front of him.

He was sure it wasn't anyone among the crowd.

Because the monster in the dark is completely breathless.

The other person was still looking into his eyes.

It was as if there was only face-to-face distance.