Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 158 New Professor, Encounter, Toby (4k4)

Angela shook Al around with both hands. She acted very excited, as if as long as Al nodded his head, he would immediately rush into the principal's office and fight Dumbledore to the death.

Al's tongue stuck out, and it took a lot of effort to maintain a stiff posture without nodding.

"Um?"

Angela frowned lightly, and she shook back and forth a few times unwillingly.

"Yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

Al jumped away angrily, pinching his waist with one paw, pointing the other paw at Angela and accusing her loudly, as if to tell her how she could force herself to nod.

Angela crossed her arms and faced Al with her eyes.

"But the least you can do is tell me where Toby is? Is he still at Hogwarts?"

Al quickly looked around. Fortunately, no one else was present, so the secret that Toby had woken up was not exposed.

"Yeah!" Al scolded Angela again, telling her not to accidentally reveal the secret.

Then it shook its head, indicating that Toby was no longer in school.

"He's really good at hiding."

Angela looked at Al carefully, silently considering whether this was because she came to Hogwarts.

Al seemed to see what Angela was thinking, and he shook his head again and said, "Yeah."

Angela understood, but her expression became confused: "Not because of me, nor because of the scepter? What important thing did he leave for? Didn't you say that you asked me to come because Toby was injured?

What about others now? He ignored the purpose of revenge against the murderer and instead hurriedly left the castle."

"ah!"

"It's not because I don't want revenge on the murderer, but because I don't know who the murderer is? How is this possible? Will Toby miss him in the castle? Could it be that the person who attacked him is Dumbledore?! Dumbledore finally couldn't wait to take action?

!I knew it was a trap for him to bring Toby back!”

"Yeah yeah!"

"Huh? It's not because of that. There aren't enough clues? Stop playing charades and tell me what your plan is and what you plan to do next."

Al twitched his little tail, looking mysterious and unwilling to reveal anything.

Angela changed her position to make herself more comfortable. Her long silver-white hair fell on her shoulders, connected with the white witch robe, and was bathed in the moonlight.

"I think I already know."

Her silver eyes were bright, but her tone was lazy: "It has something to do with the reason why Toby decided to return to Hogwarts, right?"

"It's also related to the pain in his heart. Don't rush to deny it. I can see it. I know he is suffering. It's not easy for him to have such a chance to seek answers, even at the cost of deceiving Dumbledore Slytherin.

Is it because of this incident?"

"Although he always says that he is more Slytherin than Slytherin, who is born evil? Toby doesn't understand this. I think this is also one of the sources of his pain. If you don't recognize this clearly,

However, he won't be able to use the full power of the black walnut wand - which must be crucial to him."

"These ideas were pondered by me during our last separation. So, am I right, Al?"

Under Angela's see-through gaze, Al turned away guiltily and rolled his eyes back and forth, as if trying to formulate words to refute her.

Angela raised the corners of her mouth and showed a confident smile: "Don't waste your efforts. It seems that I guessed it right. Okay, Al, tell me what you need me to do."

Al raised his head in confusion, wondering why Angela's attitude changed so quickly.

"That's not easy." Angela said: "This is almost the only way to take Toby out of Hogwarts. He is not so easily persuaded. Didn't he reject me before? You always

You don’t want him to really compete with Dumbledore, do you?”

It seems that Angela has not given up the idea of ​​taking Toby away.

Al nodded suddenly.

Angela stretched out a slender finger and hooked it.

"ah?"

"The scepter, I say, at least give me the scepter, right? Otherwise, what else can you expect me to do?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"No need for a scepter?"

Angela blinked, her noble posture almost lost control: "Then what are your plans? Don't you want me to help lurk around Dumbledore? Give Toby a tip at any time? What if he finds out?

What to do? I have to have some means of self-protection."

Al shook his head quickly, and whispered for a while, and the expression on Angela's face became more and more exciting.

"Are you serious?" Angela asked suspiciously.

Al nodded solemnly.

Angela couldn't help but look at Al again, as if she wanted to see something extra from it, but Al always kept his expression unchanged and showed no guilt.

"Okay then." Angela struggled: "But will Dumbledore agree?"

"Yeah!" Al replied in the affirmative without hesitation.

"Oh, my God." Angela sighed longly: "I really don't want to face Dumbledore again. He always seems to know what I'm thinking. But just think of it as collecting information in advance.

This way Toby will be more confident in defeating Dumbledore in the future."

Angela left the office worriedly.

After the door closed, Al seemed to have no bones in his body and collapsed on the sofa.

It feebly took out the fourth master copy, turned to the last page, and wrote a few lines on it.

After a while, Toby's reply appeared. His handwriting was very illegible and he seemed to be in a very uneasy situation.

"keep in touch."

Toby only had such a simple reply.

Al sighed tiredly, put away the master copy, and stared at the pharaoh's coffin with dull eyes.

In such a huge castle, it seems that only hiding in a coffin can give it a sense of security, preventing it from being arrested or even killed at any time.

——

On the second day, the students received unexpected news from their respective deans - the ancient magic class was back to normal.

After breakfast, the Harry trio hurried upstairs to see who this mysterious new professor was.

"Could it be Mr. Al?" Ron asked, "I'd really like to experience Mr. Al's class. I feel inspired just thinking about it."

"Stop talking." Hermione warned in a low voice. She walked into the classroom first, and immediately saw the woman standing behind the podium, and her eyes lit up involuntarily.

There are many students like her. Many other students passing by the classroom were stunned and bumped into the wall, or knocked down things in the corridor and fell into a ball.

"Did you see it?" Hermione asked in a daze, unable to bear to look away, not noticing Angela's frown or the increasingly horrified looks in Ron and Harry's eyes.

They were the first to come to their senses, which may be related to the fact that they had met Angela twice. The two exchanged glances and saw the shock in each other's eyes - how could it be her?

Angela's charm was obviously unusual, even more astonishing than a Veela, which made the process of sitting down extremely difficult for the students. They stretched their necks while turning, wanting to turn 180 degrees.

The students looked at Angela in a daze, even the girls.

Al, who was ignored for the first time, took out a bell from his belly pocket and struck it twice with a mallet.

There was a sound of people falling on their backs in the classroom, the table was pushed into an arch, and many people fell to the ground with bruises and bruises. Fortunately, they finally regained consciousness.

Immediately afterwards, they heard Angela scolding in a cold voice: "Everyone must stand up and listen to the lecture, no one is allowed to sit down!"

Almost instantly, the sober students saw the shadow of Professor Heimer in Angela. They were exactly the same type of person.

The effect of the show of force was real. No one dared to be distracted anymore, and they tried their best to stay focused. Angela glanced at the students with her cold eyes, and they couldn't help but shiver in their hearts.

The students did not hear Angela's self-introduction, but started today's class directly.

A huge potted plant in the corner was moved to the front of the classroom. Harry really wondered why he hadn't noticed this potted plant before - it was one of the collections in Professor Hemmer's office, and it looked like a wizard howling in pain.

"eternal life."

Angela got straight to the point. She stood next to the potted plant and explained: "I have previously learned about the content of Professor Toheimer's course this semester, which is immortality in ancient magic. This is also related to the potted plant you see today.

——It comes from an ancient temple, very old, so old that no trace can be found.”

Harry and Ron's bodies stiffened in unison, and they tried hard not to think about what was in the photo - the scepter that was taken away, and Angela who fell so badly - or whether it was Professor Heimer.

Kicked away.

Immediately afterwards, they heard Angela say something they couldn't understand in a majestic voice: "As for the connection between this plant and eternal life - Professor Heimer and I both agreed that this is an extremely rare event.

Nemagus.”

"In other words, this is not just a plant, but a living wizard. He wanted to have a longer life, so he set his sights on suitable plants, and"

Angela looked at the wizard howling in pain and said: "As you can see, to a certain extent, he succeeded."

The classroom suddenly became silent.

If they heard correctly, is this really an example of successful immortality?

Angela spent the rest of the class explaining what an Animagus was - it was an extremely advanced transformation technique, it was extremely difficult to learn this magic, and there were many more

For example, Animagus transformation is usually limited to non-magical creatures, and the transformation of magical creatures (phoenix, sniffer, horned water snake) will bring unpredictable consequences.

Not to mention plants.

In all the records that can be found in the magical world, there is no successful example.

Except for the potted plant in front of the students.

In Angela's teaching process, there were not so many questions and answers. She was always talking, and the students silently took notes.

After fully explaining the magic, or horror, of this potted plant, Angela gave the students an assignment.

"Use your brains." She said, "Think carefully about whether this is eternal life. Everyone must hand in a paper before the next class, no less than seven inches."

Hermione, who had also been suppressed for the entire class, finally couldn't help but raise her hand and asked: "Professor, is this wizard still alive?"

Angela looked at Hermione with inquiring eyes, which made her blush.

She was left with only one question in the end.

"If he is really alive, are you willing to trade with him?"

This was truly the strangest class the students had ever taken. Harry thought it was weirder than all the previous classes put together, and it wasn't even limited to ancient magic classes.

eternal life?

Isn't this what Voldemort has been pursuing?

But it’s just one of Professor Heimer’s mediocre collections

Only Hermione looked excited.

"What are you so happy about?" Ron couldn't stand it.

"Because we finally don't have to deal with mummy cocks anymore." Hermione said happily: "And don't you think Professor Angela's courses are more interesting? Is living as a plant considered immortality - oh, I

I’ve never seen such an impressive problem.”

"Really?" Ron asked with a doubtful look on his face: "But why did you draw hearts on all the ancient magic classes?"

Hermione angrily put away her timetable and refused to let them read it.

What they didn't notice was that Ginny, who had finished lunch in a hurry, happened to pass behind them. She piled her collar high as usual, made a poor disguise, covered her mouth and chin, and completely forgot that she had a hair.

Dazzling red hair.

When passing behind Harry, Ginny carefully noticed that the hair on the back of his head was sticking up again, but Ginny couldn't stop at all, otherwise she would lose him - the man with dirty hair.

The girl with long blond hair has left the door of the auditorium.

The two left the castle one after the other and walked on the playground.

Ginny tried to look nonchalant and wandered around.

She quietly stared at Luna in the distance, and found that Luna was walking farther and farther, seeming to be heading towards Hagrid's cabin. There was a group of roosters near the fence of the cabin, and Tom once asked Ginny to try

Going to observe the nearby environment, this made Ginny become anxious - what if Luna was also controlled?

After getting along with each other for several days, Ginny has gradually accepted Pandora's statement - Tom is indeed a bad person, and all the evidence points to the attack being related to him.

But Ginny was worried that what she had done would be known.

At this moment, Ginny watched as Luna turned a corner and disappeared.

Ginny struggled for a while, but she finally hurriedly chased after her, wanting to see clearly what Luna was doing.

She ran on the grass in small steps, staying far away from Hagrid's cabin, for fear of being seen by Hagrid in the house.

When she carefully walked to the fence and poked her head inside, a messy head suddenly appeared from a lush bush, with many leaves floating on top of it.

Ginny took several steps back in fright and fell to the grass.

Luna stared straight at Ginny: "Why have you been following me?"

"Do you want to play hide and seek with me?"

At the same time, thousands of miles away from here, in a distant city in France, a man dressed very strangely suddenly appeared. This man was tightly wrapped in a black robe and had a

The big hood covers the face.

The strangest thing is that he didn't attract the attention of any passers-by, as if he was an invisible person.

The face under the hood was shrouded in a layer of black mist, and only a pair of glasses could be vaguely seen.

In the field of view of the lens, a purple ribbon appeared on the originally ordinary road, extending outwards and finally ending in front of an ordinary house.

Toby took off his glasses and put them in his pocket.

He stared at the house in front of him and murmured in a low voice: "I finally found you."

"Nick Flamel."