Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 181 The changed ancient magic class

"He's joking, right?"

After Toby left, Skeeter turned back stiffly and asked, but her only helper, Lockhart, had long since disappeared, and she obviously had no intention of continuing to wade through this muddy water.

The two were not familiar with each other; they only knew each other through Barnabas Guffey, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet.

At first, Skeeter thought Lockhart was a kindred spirit because he knew how to attract attention, regardless of whether what he wrote was true or not.

Yes, Skeeter has read Lockhart's book, and the style between the lines is vaguely similar to her deceitful style.

And Skeeter himself has written a best-selling book - "Armando Dippet: Master or Idiot?".

Comparing the two, Skeeter can clearly feel that Lockhart deliberately made a lot of gimmicks in his book.

But now it seems that she obviously thinks highly of Lockhart.

Fortunately, she thought he was handsome and handsome, but she didn't expect him to have such a cowardly personality.

Sooner or later, she was going to write a news report about this incident and earn a lot of royalties by stepping on Lockhart's dead body.

But before that, Skeeter had another important thing to do.

That is to compile some articles related to Toby.

This was an order from the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, and it is said that it was also vaguely related to the intentions of the higher-ups of the Ministry of Magic.

Skeeter couldn't understand it at first, until she got another news - Toby Highmore was actually the new boss of "The Quibbler"!

Colleagues are enemies!

Of course Skeeter knew how popular the magazine had been recently. Instead of reporting the news about the secret room, he would arrest Lucius to death.

Although Skeeter also felt that the number of black magic items used for fraud in an entire basement was a bit exaggerated, but who cares, it was nothing compared to the legendary chamber of secrets.

As for "The Quibbler", Skeeter actually owns a copy, and has still renewed it. After all, it was given out for free, so it didn't cost much.

But she is not counting on the enemy, but wants to understand the enemy's movements.

It's just that apart from some bizarre articles, the previous "The Quibbler" was filled with obscure ancient magical documents that were hard to understand.

If it weren't for the Quidditch World Cup rankings, not many people would take this magazine seriously.

All in all, Skeeter would not be intimidated by Toby's few words, but she did not plan to interview him rashly. Instead, she planned to act in secret, and then quietly collect first-hand materials to satisfy the newspaper.

She did not leave Hogwarts, but transformed into a small, spotted beetle.

Few people know that Rita Skeeter was an illegal Animagus, illegal because she had not gone to the Ministry of Magic to register as such.

Of course she won't do this.

Skeeter also hopes to use this ability to eavesdrop on more newsworthy information.

She even found an informant at Hogwarts early.

Draco Malfoy, who had just walked out of the Slytherin common room, noticed a beetle landing on his collar.

He just glanced briefly and made no other reaction.

Draco received a letter from his father Lucius a few days ago, which told him to go to school with peace of mind and that he didn't need to worry about things at home.

In addition, the letter also said that a beetle might come to him in the next few days, but he didn't need to worry about it, just pretend that nothing happened.

Draco guessed that this might be related to the recent case at home, but he didn't ask any more questions and didn't care about it.

Because the course I have to rush to take soon is an ancient magic class.

The ancient magic class changed because of Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

No one knew what this class would be like. The students were whispering on the street. When they came to the door of the classroom, they were too scared to go in.

Through the door, you can clearly see that the classroom has completely changed.

The scene inside the door was no longer an ordinary classroom, but turned into a dark and cold room, like a basement.

The door separated the inside and outside of the classroom. The students stood outside the sunny door. Toby and Al stood in the darkness of the room. The black mist under the hood turned to the surprised faces and asked in a bad tone.

: "What are you waiting for? Come in quickly!"

The students dare not refuse.

The first three people to walk in were Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They all lowered their heads. Without looking back, they could see how many people were staring at them with complaining eyes - all of this was done by the three of them.

Give.

This class was shared by the second-year students of Gryffindor and Slytherin. They all gathered at the door. The sound of the door closing startled them, and the dark environment made them even more uneasy.

"I believe you have all seen the notice on the bulletin board."

Toby's voice came from under the hood. He turned his gaze to the trio with lowered heads and said: "Influenced by the three of you, I decided to take this opportunity to change the courses for the second half of the semester. This is an adventure.

, it can also be seen as an archaeological experience, turning it into a real archaeological lesson, rather than a simple ancient magic."

As Toby told the story, the students watched the wall at the back of the classroom open, revealing the dark tunnel inside. It was hard to imagine how much effort Professor Heimer had put into this lesson.

A frightening effort.

"lets go."

He said simply to the students: "You can work together or in several groups. Try to see how far you can go. Only when you reach the end can you end the course early. Otherwise you will have to continue to endure torture - oh, no,

It's a test. And the only tip I can give you is to be smart."

"Remember, be smart."

Then he stood aside and said nothing.

Al took his place, sitting on the small flying carpet, driving the students towards the tunnel with a silver shovel, like driving a group of confused little sheep.

"Let's go."

Hermione tugged on the sleeves of Harry and Ron and said, "It's too late to say anything now. The only thing we can do is to pass quickly, otherwise there's no telling how many people will blame us."

Hermione was right.

The scene in front of him alone was enough for Harry to confirm that Professor Heimer had completely regarded the three of them as targets. Moreover, Professor Heimer also made it clear that they needed to get good results, otherwise they might encounter more troubles in the future.

A terrible punishment.

Harry couldn't complain about this, and even Ron, who was always nagging, didn't say a word. They all deserved it.

Especially Harry, luckily the basilisk at that time had some of its organs destroyed and couldn't hear any sounds. Otherwise, he couldn't imagine what would happen next.

The three of them were the fastest, leaving the other students far behind.

"Let me tell you." Ron looked at the damp walls around him and asked, "Do you think this looks like a pipe leading to a secret room? Are we in a classroom or underground in a castle?"

They haven't mentioned the matter of the Chamber of Secrets to anyone, because it is too embarrassing, and Harry's Parseltongue is not convenient for spreading around. If they hadn't offended Professor Hemmer, they would have asked him not to do it.

Tell this matter.

Although it now seems that Professor Heimer has not told anyone about this matter. This actually makes Harry feel at ease.

"It does look similar." Harry said, remembering something, and a horrified expression appeared on his face: "Then what will we encounter next? A mummified basilisk?"

He even wanted to stop. The mummified cock alone brought a lot of psychological shadow to the students, not to mention the terrifying basilisk.

But Hermione still forced the two of them to move forward. She said angrily: "Why do you still think so, Harry? That's Professor Hemmer, not the murderer you should suspect. It's time to change your attitude toward him."

You see, haven’t the lessons I taught you before been enough?”

Harry lowered his head in shame, and Ron stopped talking.

Hermione is now the most sober person among the three. If it weren't for her, Harry and Ron would inevitably make the same mistakes.

But what exactly does Professor Heimer plan to teach in his archeology class?

What does shrewdness mean?

They walked in the tunnel for about thirty seconds and found a bunch of forked roads ahead, seven in total, all separated by walls. Each forked road could accommodate three to five people walking side by side.

"I remember that there didn't seem to be so many branches in the underground pipelines," Ron said.

Hermione nodded, and she tried to look into the branch, but she couldn't see anything clearly.

"Let's go." She finally took the first fork on the left, and the three of them walked in together.

"Fluorescence."

The narrow branch was darker than the previous tunnel. The three of them raised their wands and cast the lighting spell.

After moving forward for a while, Ron suddenly said: "Look, what is that!"

On the ground a few steps away from the three of them, there was an ordinary wooden sword. It looked very much like the one they used during solitary confinement last semester. Harry still remembered that there was a special magic engraved on it.

Formation, it hurts when you hit someone, but it doesn't really cause any harm.

"Is this a weapon for us to use?" Ron turned around and asked.

"It looks like it, right?" Hermione was also a little unsure.

Harry walked over directly, picked up the wooden sword and said, "Anyway, take it first, it will probably be useful later."

A sound suddenly came from the dark corridor ahead——

"The use has come."

Then there was a sound of armor clashing, and the three of them were horrified to see a shining silver armor walking out of the darkness, and recognized it as one of Professor Heimer's collections - the long ax armor.

But now the opponent didn't have a long ax in his hand, but a wooden sword that was much larger than Harry's hand.

The armor stopped ten steps in front of the three of them. The visor opened and closed, and what came out was Professor Heimer's voice.

"The first rule of archaeology is to never be the first to do it."

"The second rule of archeology is to never touch anything in the ruins."

"The first rule of archaeology is to never stand still, especially when danger is imminent."

Ron's head was pounding and he asked: "Why are there two firsts?"

Armor responded: "The third rule of archeology, never ask how many firsts there are, and never try to communicate with danger. Not all things in the ruins can understand human speech!"

boom!

The wooden sword struck between Harry and Ron, and Hermione screamed in fright.

"Run!" she shouted.

Harry and Ron subconsciously wanted to avoid the armor and run forward.

"Run back!" Hermione shouted anxiously: "You don't want your life! How can you defeat such a guard!"

Harry and Ron then turned around and ran back, their armor chasing them behind them, making the three of them jump up and down along the way.

On the other side, a small group composed of Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle also saw the wooden sword in another fork in the road.

"What is this, a toy?" Malfoy said disdainfully: "Let's keep walking."

But before the three of them had walked a few steps past the wooden sword, Goyle suddenly grabbed Malfoy and pulled him back. Malfoy's eyes tightened, and he watched a wooden sword fly up, grazing his cheek and hitting the ground.

.

Then, the hilt of the wooden sword cracked a hole, and it spoke, with the same voice of Professor Heimer.

"The first rule of archaeology is to never ignore any suspicious objects on the road. It could be a priceless treasure or a monster in the ruins."

At the same time, Professor Haimer's voice came out one after another from different intersections.

"The first rule of archeology is don't mess with anything in the ruins."

"The first rule of archaeology is to never give up on your companions."

"The first rule of archeology is that companions should give up when it's time to give up."

"The first rule of archeology. What are you waiting to hear? Are you waiting to die?! I'll let you wait! I'll let you wait!"

As a result, no one passed the first test in the forked road, especially when they gathered in the wide tunnel, it was extremely lively!

The armor stood majestically at the location where the fork in the road connected with the tunnel, and each sword struck a child.

There were several sensitive wooden swords surrounding it, jumping around and making the poor students scream "Ah" and "Ah" from time to time.

The whole process didn't last long before it was over. This time, all the students in class were wiped out. They all fell to the floor and refused to stand up despite being beaten.

Professor Heimer led Al slowly from the entrance. He asked: "Does anyone know what the first rule of archeology is? Those who answer correctly will add fifty points to their college, plus exemptions.

Homework for this class.”

The students immediately shouted, "I know, Professor!"

"You shouldn't give up on your companions!"

"What you said is wrong, you should give up when it's time to give up!"

"Obviously you shouldn't ask how many firsts there are!"

The students argued for a while, and Toby simply conjured up a chair and sat on it for a while.

It wasn't until the quarrels gradually stopped and all the students' eyes were focused on Toby that he finally said: "None of what you said is right."

"The correct answer to the first rule of archeology is to learn to play dead and wait until the enemy no longer pays attention to you, then strike back."

He pointed at the students lying on the ground and said: "Just like now, neither armor nor wooden swords will attack you anymore. It really disappoints me. It seems that you haven't learned to be smart yet."

"Now it's my turn to give you homework."

Rita Skeeter, who witnessed the whole scene, was so excited. There were so many crazy elements to report - arrogant character, blatant corporal punishment, even arbitrary changes to the layout of the castle, disrespect for the school's long history

History.

What could be the reason? Is it because of the conflict between Toby Highmore and Dumbledore? That's why such a radical teaching method is used?

This is really, really—eh?

When Draco Malfoy walked out of the classroom angrily, what he didn't notice was that the beetle on his collar seemed to have encountered some transparent obstacle. As he moved forward, it was pushed back a little bit.

, fell to the floor.

The beetle shook its head vigorously, spread its wings, and tried to fly outside the classroom, but it was knocked dizzy with a bang.

It stood at the door, stretched out a tentacle, touched the empty door, and found that it couldn't get out!

There is nothing, but I can't leave the classroom!

How is this going?

At this moment, a particularly huge-looking claw pinched the beetle, and Al brought the beetle to Toby.

"Oh? There's also an unexpected bonus - quick appearance!"

With a flash of light, Rita Skeeter's figure appeared in front of Heimer. The curls on her head were flattened, as if due to the two bumps just now.

Toby stared at her without saying a word.

Although he couldn't see Toby's eyes through the black fog, Skeeter still sensed that something was not good about the atmosphere.

"Ah!" she said as if she had remembered something: "I'm here to interview you, Professor Heimer. This is a painstaking interview, and it's a little different from the previous ones, but I believe you won't mind.

Yes, right?"

Toby said nothing.

Al leaned close to Toby's ear and whispered twice.

"You're right, Al." Toby said softly: "This is indeed a rare opportunity, an opportunity for "The Quibbler" to surpass "The Daily Prophet". Since wizards are so concerned about the Chamber of Secrets, but I

No news available—"

He slowly stood up and said in a cold tone: "Then take the initiative to create news."

The next day, this time it was the senior students who took the ancient magic class. They were Gryffindor and Hufflepuff respectively.

Fred and George saw a large number of people surrounding Cedric and wanted to ask him what today's lesson would be like.

"I really don't know." Cedric shook his head and said, "I haven't been to Professor Heimer's office for a long time. I occasionally wonder if Mr. Al has forgotten me as his assistant."

The twins looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

They had already asked Ron and knew what the test in today's class was - the wooden sword, and the first rule.

However, half an hour later——

"Where did this rag doll come from?" George asked confused.

After a while, facing the students who all turned into afros, Toby asked slowly: "Does anyone know what the seventh article of the archaeological guidelines is?"

Article 7?

Where does Article 7 come from?!

When the dejected students returned to the common room, they found many people gathered in front of the college magazine.

"Make way!" Fred shouted through the crowd: "Please give way! What are you looking at? This -"

He suddenly froze.

A new report has appeared in the college magazine -

"The Legendary Chamber of Secrets and the Missing Reporter—Rita Skeeter!"