Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 153 The Vanishing Cabinet

The confinement thing came to an end, and many people's experience was to fall asleep after being frightened. At the beginning, there were still people who wanted to find out what happened. Harry, Hermione, who knew the truth, and Ron, who was later told

Endu kept silent about this. In addition, the only remaining Malfoy did not dare to reveal more inside information, which made this confinement more complicated and confusing.

"He's scared."

During a dinner, Ron said: "He must not dare to anger Professor Heimer anymore. Besides, he doesn't know much. At most, he only saw a few mummies."

Ron was right, Malfoy must have felt scared. But he and Hermione felt almost the same way, but what scared them was not the mummy, but the magic circle on Professor Heimer's body. This was what frightened them the most.

Things to worry about.

Fortunately, there were no accidents in the ancient magic class later, and Hermione also gave her explanation: "Professor Heimer should have carved the magic circle on his body long ago, even before he came to Hogwarts, so

There were no problems.”

This actually made Ron feel at ease a lot.

As for Harry, Harry was surprised that Professor Heimer was not punished in any way. On the other hand, he had to immerse himself in more arduous training. The bad weather soon made him no longer interested in any so-called troubles, including Professor Heimer.

And Slytherin, especially when he comes back from training soaked to the skin and his clothes covered in mud.

Even if it wasn't windy or rainy, this training wouldn't be pleasant. Fred and George had been scouting the Slytherin team, and they saw with their own eyes the speed of those new broomsticks, Nimbus 2001. They reported back,

The Slytherin team members were now just seven blurry light green shadows, whizzing through the air like jets.

Harry was walking in the deserted corridor, and suddenly he saw someone who was as worried as him. The ghost of Gryffindor Tower, the almost headless Nick, was looking out the window melancholy, whispering in a low voice.

He muttered: "If you don't meet their conditions, it's only half an inch away. If that"

"Hello, Nick." Harry said.

"Hello, hello." Nick, who was almost headless, was startled and looked around. He had a very fashionable hat with feathers on his long curly hair, and was wearing a long-sleeved hat.

The knee-length tunic, trimmed with ruffs in the shape of a cartwheel, hid the fact that his neck had been almost completely severed. He was as invisible as a wisp of smoke, and Harry could peer through his body.

Dark skies and pouring rain outside.

"You seem to have something on your mind, young Potter." Nick said, folding up a transparent letter and hiding it in his tight jacket: "Is it because of Professor Hemmer? I still remember you looking at me last year.

Asked questions about him."

"No, not exactly." Harry originally wanted to say "no", but in the end he changed his mind.

He definitely knows more about Professor Heimer now than when he first entered the school last year, but it's not a good thing.

And now he is slightly resistant to Professor Heimer. This is entirely because of the secret that only he knows - the Sorting Hat almost sorted him into Slytherin. In addition, he obtained the secret in the Ancient Magic Office

Speculation - maybe there is something that thinks he should be sorted into Slytherin, so he alone uses threats to persuade him.

This made Harry extremely entangled, and he would rather not face the facts related to Professor Hemmer.

A student and a ghost faced each other in silence for a while.

Suddenly, there was a sharp and piercing cry near Harry's ankles. He lowered his head and saw two yellow eyes that were as bright as lamps. It was Mrs. Norris, the skinny gray cat who was cared for by the caretaker Argo.

Filch's reuse, serving as his deputy in the endless battles between him and his students.

"You'd better get out of here, Harry," Nick said quickly. "Filch is in a bad mood. He has a cold, and some third-year students accidentally smeared frog brains on the ceiling of the fifth basement classroom.

.He spent the whole morning rinsing, if he saw you dripping muddy water everywhere."

"That's right," Harry said, backing away from Mrs. Norris's accusing gaze, but it was too late. There must be some mysterious force connecting Filch and his annoying cat.

. He suddenly rushed to Harry's right from behind a tapestry, panting and looking around like crazy, looking for anyone who violated school rules. He had a thick plaid scarf tied around his head, and his nose was very red.

normal.

"Dirt!" he yelled, pointing at the mud and dirty water dripping from Harry's Quidditch robe, his eyes bulging horribly and the flesh on his double chin trembling, "There's dirt everywhere.

, it’s a mess everywhere! Let me tell you, I’ve had enough! Potter, come with me!”

Harry waved goodbye to the nearly headless Nick sadly and followed Filch down the stairs, leaving another series of muddy footprints on the floor.

Filch's office was dark and dirty, with no windows and only a solitary oil lamp hanging from the low ceiling. The air was filled with a faint smell of fried fish. There were many wooden filing cabinets lined up on the surrounding walls.

On the wall behind Filch's desk, there is a set of shiny hinges, handcuffs, shackles and the like. As we all know, Filch often asked Dumbledore to allow him to hang students by their ankles and pull them from their feet.

Hanging upside down from the ceiling.

However, to be honest, everyone's impression of Filch has changed a lot since Professor Heimer appeared. This is not to the extent of changing his appearance, but at least meeting Filch is better than being imprisoned by Professor Heimer.

Much more.

Filch grabbed a quill from a jar on the desk, and took out a large roll of parchment from the desk drawer, spreading it in front of him, then picked up the long black quill and dipped it in the inkwell.

..

"Name.Harry Potter.Crime."

"Just a little mud!" said Harry.

Filch glared at Harry angrily: "For you, it's a little bit of mud, kid, but for me, it's another hour of washing and scrubbing! Suggested punishment for committing a crime that tarnishes the castle."

Filch wiped the runny nose, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Harry maliciously. Harry held his breath, waiting for the verdict.

However, just as Filch's pen came down, there was a loud bang from the ceiling of the office, and the oil lamp was shaken and rattled.

"Peeves!" Filch roared, throwing away the quill in anger, "I will not let you go this time, I will catch you!"

He pushed Harry aside and angrily came upstairs, only to find an unexpected person in the classroom.

"Professor Heiheimer?" he stammered, looking at a black and gold cabinet smashed on the floor, which seemed to have fallen from a very high place.

"Did you do this?"

"Oh, no." Toby was standing in front of the cabinet and said with regret: "I just happened to pass by here and happened to find this disappearing cabinet. I have always wanted one. It's a pity that it broke.

I don’t know if it can still be used.”

On the other side of the classroom, Peeves had been tied up by Wu Hua Da. Al stood angrily in front of him and gave him two big mouths. The harder Peeves scolded him, the harder he hit him.

"Keep trying." Toby said calmly: "We have to find out where this disappearing cabinet came from. I can't allow such a dangerous thing to appear in the castle. At the very least, it must be handed over to me for safekeeping.

.”

Filch was stunned, and Nick, who was hiding outside the classroom, was even more frightened——

After all these years, Toby is really old-fashioned and has even used his poisonous hand on the ghosts in the school.

He ran away quietly and quickly went to find the ghost of Slytherin House - Bloody Baron.

Only he can stop Toby now, not any other ghost.