Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 184 Phoenix’s Tears, Coffin, Mummy

As the days passed, the trio's life recently - how should I put it, they couldn't tell whether it had gotten better or worse.

The origin of the matter begins with a Quidditch training.

Wood gathered his players in the Gryffindor common room to start training at the weekend to win the Quidditch trophy this year.

After hesitating for a while, Harry said: "I'm afraid I can't go."

"Why?" Wood asked: "You can't give up now. We are still counting on you. Is it because of the archeology class? Listen, I know there are some complaints against you in the school, but I don't want that to affect you.

To your performance——"

He deliberately said these words loudly in the common room, just to speak for Harry and prevent Harry from being troubled by those slanders again.

As for the reason for the slander, everyone knows it. Of course, it was because Professor Heimer said "thank you" by name on the bulletin board.

"Well, it's not because of that." Harry said, "It's because of the special training. I have to go to Professor Highmore's for special training on the weekends. I avoid Bludgers and try to catch the Golden Snitch or something. I don't

If we don't go, Professor Heimer will turn the bludger into a ball of fire. This is what he warned us in advance."

The students, whether they were chatting or reading and doing homework, immediately stopped all their movements. They were obviously secretly listening to the conversation between the two.

Professor Heimo’s special training?!

Due to Harry's recent lack of popularity, this was the first time they heard about this.

Wood was stunned for a moment, then became excited: "Is this true? Merlin, wouldn't you be able to defeat the Slytherin team by yourself?!"

"Huh?" Harry didn't understand why Wood and Professor Hemmer thought of each other.

"Do you even need to ask?" Wood walked around and clenched his fists and said, "That's Professor Heimer. His training standards must be different from ours. What we want to defeat are students, but the professor wants to

That’s not what we want. At the very least, it has to be - Fire Dragon? Chimera Beast? I don’t know, that’s probably the standard. This is really great, we will definitely win this time!”

Harry recalled the scene where he was repeatedly hit by Bludgers, and then got up again under the ruthless orders of either Professor Highmore or Mr. Al.

"It shouldn't be that exaggerated, right?" Harry said with some uncertainty, "My recent performance has not been that good."

"No, no, no." Wood shook his finger from side to side and said, "I don't care how much you underestimate yourself, but it's your fault for underestimating Professor Heimer."

Harry was speechless.

At this time, Neville, who was immersed in his homework, called him and looked at him with bright eyes: "Then do you know what the next archeology class will be tested on?"

Those words alone lit up the atmosphere in the common room.

The professor at Hogwarts has been suffering for a long time, and the students gathered around Harry to ask about the content of the next archeology lesson. They really didn't want to be balled up, burned, with cold noses and snot, or unkempt hair.

Harry shouted in a hurry: "There are Hermione and Ron, they are also the targets of special training!"

Hermione raised her head from her notebook, and Ron stopped swinging his sword.

"Um?"

"Um?"

The students dispersed, and Harry took advantage of the opportunity and hurriedly got into the passage and left the common room.

Just as he was walking down the corridor, panting, Hermione and Ron came from behind.

"What's going on?" Ron asked in surprise: "We suddenly turned into multi-flavored juice? Everyone wants to take a bite of it?"

Hermione thought thoughtfully and said: "Do you think this is also part of Professor Heimer's plan? Did he think of this step in advance, so he thought of asking us to go to special training?"

The three of them thought about it for a while, and then they quickly gave up trying to figure out Professor Heimer's idea.

It's not that I don't want to think about it, it's that I really can't understand it.

Let's talk about the special training. They didn't dare to disobey Professor Heimer's wishes. They would go through torture on the weekends, but they no longer thought about it.

Not only was it causing trouble for Principal Dumbledore, but he didn't even want to think about the disappearance of Barnabas Guffey.

The reason is very simple. After continuous misunderstandings, they have made a decision - unless they see Professor Heimer framed the other party with their own eyes, they will not doubt Professor Heimer anyway, even if it is consistent with their intentions.

No matter how many clues there are, it won't work.

Even if they see this scene with their own eyes, they will try to maintain a reasonable concession space.

All in all, I trust Professor Heimer unconditionally.

To prevent those ridiculous misunderstandings from happening again.

On Sunday, the three of them once again came to the special classroom of ancient magic.

Mr. Al is the only one in the room at the crossroads, and he is continuing to fabricate news related to the secret room.

The three of them didn't think much about it. They dispersed as usual. Harry picked up Nimbus 2001, Ron picked up the wooden sword and walked to the armor and skeleton, while Hermione sat behind the table and secretly glanced at the news.

eyes, and then put on half-moon glasses to start a new round of learning.

The room was quiet, except for the occasional screams of pain from Harry and Ron. The rest were the sounds of Hermione turning the pages of a book and Al's writing.

The recent sales of "The Quibbler" have been good, or the renewal rate to be precise. It has occupied a large part of the market that "The Daily Prophet" has abandoned, and is becoming more and more popular among wizards.

Al put down his quill and looked at the news on the parchment with satisfaction.

"Yeah." it shouted, stretching out a finger and shaking it at them, indicating that they could take a ten-minute break.

Harry and Ron grinned and sat next to Hermione, which was the only seat in the room.

The three of them saw Mr. Al leaving the room with the draft.

"What's the title this time?" Harry asked.

"The Chamber of Secrets and the Visitor" Hermione said thoughtfully: "It seems to be news related to Professor Angela, but I didn't mention it by name."

"Stop talking." Ron reminded as he rubbed the non-existent scars on his shoulders: "I don't want Mr. Al to know that we are talking about it behind our back. By the way, let me tell you some good news, I'm only two Jinga short

Long can afford a new wand."

While the three were having a heated discussion, Al had already brought the draft deeper into the tunnel. Not far ahead was the shed skin left by the basilisk, and Toby standing in front of it.

"Yeah." Al handed the draft to Toby.

After reading it again, Toby praised: "Yes, I really like the part where Angela is so frightened that she trembles. Anyway, write it as exaggeratedly as you like. Let's find a way to make "The Quibbler" more popular first."

Al proudly put away the draft and flicked the fluff on his little head, looking proud.

In order not to expose the existence of the fourth master, Al usually sent the manuscript to Lovegood, who then published it in The Quibbler.

There is no rush to send this manuscript yet. Lovegood already has many manuscripts saved, such as "The Chamber of Secrets and the Disobedient Student", "The Shadow in the Chamber of Secrets", "The Chamber of Secrets and the Unknown Principal", etc.

A series of articles containing mixed truth and falsehoods greatly increased the renewal rate of "The Quibbler".

Al and Toby looked at the shed skin in front of them together, and they discussed it in a low voice.

"This shedding cannot be wasted. I originally planned to try it with the magic circle, but I also want to try it with ritual magic. What do you think?"

"ah?"

"Try to combine it. It's an exciting idea. It's the same idea as mine. But that's okay. If it succeeds this time, then the basilisk corpse can be put to greater use next time."

"ah?"

"Dumbledore? The principal probably won't care. He is currently busy studying mummies and stays in the secret room all day long. He doesn't know where the progress is."

On the other side, in the sealed chamber, Dumbledore burned the mummy with red flames, but watched helplessly as he returned to his original state, even the decayed cloth strips were the same as before.

The mummy bared its teeth and claws in an attempt to attack Dumbledore, but was blocked by a thick transparent barrier.

Inside the barrier, Dumbledore looked at the mummy calmly, and then turned his attention to the diary and crown in his hands.

"What's the difference?"

He murmured: "What's the difference between the mummy falling into madness and Tom being able to maintain consciousness?"

"Is it the influence of time, or are these two completely different types of magic?"

"Pharaoh's mask, mummy, and Pharaoh's coffin. Is it the influence of the two, or is it all three?"

He suddenly glanced at Fox, causing a note to disappear along with the phoenix feathers.

The next second, the note appeared in front of Toby and Al, who were discussing a plan to use the basilisk to shed its skin.

"What's this?"

Toby picked up the note, and Al stretched his neck to read the words on it, and suddenly shouted with excitement.

[Toby, if you don’t mind, can I destroy the Pharaoh’s coffin? This is very important.]

Toby cares about it! Not to mention Al!

But what Toby wanted to know more was how the principal planned to destroy the pharaoh's coffin. It was so hard that it couldn't be destroyed with ordinary magic.

Could it be said that the principal has gained something? He has cracked the secret of the coffin?

"Let's go and have a look!"

Toby said hurriedly, leading Al to run deeper into the tunnel.

Dumbledore seemed to have expected this. The originally sealed wall was opened with an entrance, and the mummy was put back into the coffin.

Of course, he had already hidden the crown to avoid being spotted by this disobedient student.

When Toby and Al arrived, they saw Dumbledore leaving the coffin alone and standing in front of the dead basilisk.

"It's the venom of the basilisk!" Toby said: "Are you planning to use the venom of the basilisk to destroy the coffin? This is really a genius idea! I should have tried it a long time ago. By the way, there are immortal mummies.

Maybe we should also try using basilisk venom——"

"No, Toby." Dumbledore interrupted. He turned around, looked at Toby with complicated eyes and said, "The truth may be worse than we imagined. Do you mind if I destroy the coffin?"

The coffin was just one of the accompanying collections, with more commemorative meaning. Especially in the face of the principal's profound tone, Toby had no reason to reject the other party's idea.

He wanted to find out what terrible thing the principal had discovered.

After receiving the permission, Dumbledore did not pull out the basilisk's fangs, but walked to the coffin.

Fox stood on his shoulder. It flew up and landed on the coffin. He lowered his head and shed a few tears from the corners of his eyes.

The moment the tears touched the coffin, something magical happened.

It was as if a thousand years had flown by in the blink of an eye. The coffin turned into yellow sand from top to bottom, and the face on the lid showed an expression of relief.

In just a few seconds, the coffin completely disappeared, and even the yellow sand turned into specks of stars, leaving no trace.

Now only the mummy in the coffin remains.

At this moment, it was no longer crazy, but stood in place extremely calmly.

"Don't let it destroy you." A muffled voice came out of the mummy's throat. It actually regained its senses, looked at Toby's hood and said, "Find a way to take off the mask, it's not too late."

As soon as he finished speaking, the mummy seemed to have lost its skeleton. Like a poorly carved statue, it collapsed in an instant, fell to the ground, and disappeared like a coffin.

Al looked at this scene in horror, and he grabbed Toby's collar tightly.

Dumbledore broke the silence and said: "It turns out that we were all wrong. It was not the mummy and the coffin that came first, but the Pharaoh's mask that came first, and these two things came later."

"You should be able to tell that this is a poison as powerful as the basilisk's venom. If we don't take off the mask in time, this mummy and coffin will become your destination. You will become them,

And guarding the mask in secret."

"It is the subject, the existence that controls everything."

"Now, tell me, Toby, to what extent does it affect you?"

Toby looked at Dumbledore through the dark fog.

"No, principal." He murmured: "No, we can't destroy the Pharaoh mask so easily. I have some new ideas now, no."

He backed away slowly.

Dumbledore did not stop him and watched him disappear at the end of the tunnel.

"Okay." He said helplessly, "I knew this would be worse than I thought."

Fawkes cried out and gently touched the back of Dumbledore's hand with his head.

On the other side, Toby was running in the corridor, and Al shouted anxiously: "Yeah!"

"I know, Al, the situation is a little bad, but this may also be an opportunity. Yes, I am referring to the Pharaoh's mask. It is of great value. It may be the key to studying ancient magic, and you can also find out from it

The reason for the decline in the level of the magic world."

"Believe me, just believe me."

He finally comforted: "You know, only my body is engraved with magic circles, let alone the hidden dangers in my body."

"They won't let the mask do what they want easily."