Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 204 Locket

No. 4 Privet Drive.

"ah!"

"Glasses? Do you want me to change to these glasses?"

"ah!"

Harry put on the glasses with half-moon lenses that Al handed over. They were not myopia glasses, so he could only squint and see, everything was blurry.

Al held a small shovel and quietly revealed a pair of eyes at the window sill: "Yeah."

Something magical happened, and Harry saw a line of bubble-like text appear above Al's head: "Is this how you entertain guests?"

"Huh?" Harry was stunned.

"Snacks, tea, milk, cakes, etc.," Al looked out the window guiltily, and finally added: "It would be better if there were spirits. Is there any whiskey?"

"Remember, don't tell Toby, or else-"

Al gave Harry a threatening look and patted the small shovel on his paw.

Harry walked out of the bedroom in a daze. He saw Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley sitting in the living room. The three of them were huddled together. Uncle Vernon was still looking towards the living room.

Sweeping outside.

"The public is reminded that Blake is armed and extremely dangerous. A dedicated hotline has been set up and anyone who sees Blake should report it immediately."

After discovering Harry, Uncle Vernon turned down the sound on the TV. He pretended to be nonchalant and asked: "Boy, I just saw that Toby Highmore going out. Can you tell him to use it next time?"

Why don't you jump out of the window?"

Harry stopped and said honestly: "To be honest, I don't think Professor Hemmer is a person who listens to advice, but I will give it a try."

Uncle Vernon seemed to want to have an attack, but he still held back. He forced out a voice through his teeth and said, "What are you doing down here? Is there anyone else in your bedroom?"

"I came down to get some food." Harry explained: "Mr. Al is still in my room, the same animal that split the sofa in half last time. It is Professor Hemmer's assistant.

"

At this point, Harry simply asked in confusion: "Can you tell me where you usually put your wine?"

"What?" Vernon turned his head angrily. Aunt Petunia looked at him with disbelief. Dudley's throat subconsciously rolled. He had not tasted strong liquor yet.

"It's best to have whiskey." Harry also let go completely. He said calmly: "Mr. Al asked for it, and I don't know what the consequences will be if I refuse it."

Two minutes later, Harry was holding a lot of snacks from Dudley, plus unopened spirits, and even wine glasses and ice cubes were ready.

"Mr. Al, I don't know what you like, so I brought them all - uh."

"Yeah - yeah, yeah, yeah." Al waved his hands behind him without looking back, with urging in his tone.

Harry had already put on his own pair of glasses, so he could see Mr. Al's movements clearly, but he didn't know what Mr. Al meant, so he had to catch up quickly and said: "Don't worry, Al.

Mr. Er, I'll be right over! This bottle of wine seems quite expensive, and Uncle Vernon has been reluctant to drink it - oh, no."

He watched as Professor Heimer suddenly jumped onto the windowsill and appeared in front of them. The sound of the TV downstairs suddenly became much louder, as if Uncle Vernon was using this method to cover up Toby's abnormal behavior.

Harry was too frightened to hold the cup, but was firmly caught by Professor Hemmer who stepped off the window sill.

"Well" Toby's eyes swept back and forth between Harry and Al.

Al pretended to be calm and played the beat with a shovel and whistled.

Harry, who was frightened, felt that it sounded good for no reason.

"Give me."

Toby said with a gloomy face, took the liquor from Harry's hand, unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a big sip, then grabbed the ice cube and stuffed it into his mouth, biting it loudly.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts" Harry couldn't help but sing, and somehow felt that it matched the tone played by Mr. Al: "Please give us knowledge, sorry, Professor."

After noticing Professor Hemmer's gaze, Harry immediately asked cautiously: "Where is the Dalmatian?"

Toby chewed the ice cube completely and said viciously: "Damn it Black! How dare he play tricks on me! Use this little trick to play tricks on me! Wait until I find him -!"

Harry vaguely understood that there was something wrong with the Dalmatian, and after saying something inexplicably, it disappeared through unknown means. The means of disappearance seemed to be related to Professor Heimer's collection.

This didn't sound good, and the TV set downstairs became louder, and Harry heard Uncle Vernon laughing awkwardly, probably hoping to cover up Professor Hemmer's roar.

After venting his anger, Toby crushed the empty wine bottle hard, making Harry's eyelids jump.

"Mr. Potter." Toby said suddenly.

"I'm here!" Harry responded immediately standing up straight.

"Do you want revenge?" Toby stared at him with burning eyes: "Do you want to avenge your parents? It was Black who betrayed your parents' trust. Although he didn't do it with his own hands, it was almost the same. You have had this

Are you planning to?"

Of course Harry has.

Ever since he knew that this fugitive was the culprit who killed his parents, Harry had been unable to suppress this idea - he wanted to find Sirius Black personally and avenge his parents.

Toby saw the answer in Harry's eyes.

"Very good." Toby narrowed his eyes and said, "Very good, I know what you think. But you should also know that as a student, your strength is not very good. At most, you only have some flying skills."

Talent, not to mention that Zongsi is still hindering you from using the wand during the holidays. Speaking of Zongsi, I suddenly remembered that your mother, Lily, didn’t know how to use the wand during the holidays at the beginning.

Taking this as one thing, she displayed a lot of magic at home and was warned by the Ministry of Magic many times. This is what she told us later."

"Are you friends?" Harry seemed to be asking Professor Heimer about his parents for the first time: "Do you also know my father?"

"Yes, I know them all." Toby looked at Harry and said, "They are all very good people. Although they are a little stubborn or have other flaws, they are all very good people. They don't deserve to die,

Do you understand what I mean, Mr. Potter?"

If time could go over again, Harry would certainly hope that his parents would not die.

He vaguely felt that Professor Heimer seemed to have a way to help him, but he was unwilling to teach him without authorization. He had to take the initiative to ask questions.

Harry didn't know what the difference was, but he did it immediately, asking, "What on earth should I do, Professor?"

Toby studied him silently.

Just when Harry thought he had thought wrong, he heard Professor Heimer suddenly spit out a word: "Ritual Magic."

Toby continued: "Ritual magic can help you. It doesn't need to be as complicated as a magic circle, nor does it require you to remember wand gestures. If it goes well, you won't even need to memorize the spell. Everything is very simple, and

It's very pure. It must let you fully experience the immersive feeling and arouse all the emotions in your heart, some good and some bad. Such as anger, cold-bloodedness, hatred - do you think you can bear it?

Mr. Special?"

Harry was so frightened that he couldn't speak. This was different from what he had imagined.

Toby shook his head in disappointment: "Forget it, you are too young and there is still a risk of becoming an Obscurus - the principal will kick me out of Hogwarts."

Isn’t the problem of students becoming obscuras more serious?

Harry thought in a strange mood.

He saw Professor Heimer reprimanding Mr. Al in a low voice, including "Don't give your glasses to other people" and "Absolutely don't drink".

Just before the two were about to leave, Harry suddenly stood up and said: "I think I can bear it - no, I will definitely be able to do it, no matter what it takes, Professor, as long as I can avenge my parents."

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"Oh?" Toby asked with interest: "No matter what it takes? In that case, I actually have a simpler way. I can try to imprint a magic circle on you. That is more useful than anything else."

The courage that Harry finally mustered up suddenly disappeared completely.

"Magic circle?" He asked cautiously: "Won't it explode?"

Toby said nonchalantly: "That can only be regarded as the lightest consequence."

Now, not only did he lose his courage, Harry shrewdly chose to retreat: "Let's forget it, Professor."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Toby shook his head in disappointment again: "What a pity."

"But that's okay." He then changed his words and said, "I still have to think carefully about the ritual magic. You live here first. It shouldn't take too long in a few days. I'll come back to you then."

Then, with a burst of popping noise, Toby and Mr. Al, who had just finished playing the music, disappeared together.

——

Azkaban is an extremely special place. The prisoners locked there have been tortured by dementors for a long time and have long become numb. Most of them have gone completely crazy.

From this point of view, they are indeed very suitable to be possessed by Voldemort. They don't even need to bewitch or induce, and they won't resist at all.

On the other hand, it is indeed possible that Voldemort will continue to stay in Azkaban, which is "safer" than most places.

In other words, Regulus's statement is very likely to be correct.

After going to Azkaban once, Toby secretly memorized the route there. There was no need to use the Ministry of Magic's special transportation - of course, the magic car was nowhere to be found, and he didn't know that Sirius was there.

Hidden somewhere, poor Arthur just lost his "darling".

All in all, Toby can always go to Azkaban again if he wants.

But he didn't do that, and instead appeared in front of No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

This is the house of the Black family. It is said that the earliest members of the Black family snatched it from Muggles through illegal means.

Toby returned to the house where he had been locked up. He walked all the way to the kitchen, stopped in front of the cupboard, and opened the door.

The cupboard had clearly been used for something else - a dirty old blanket was rolled up inside, along with a bunch of gleaming items, including some badges of honor and a tattered copy of Born Noble: Magic.

"Family". In addition, there are some other things deep in the cabinet.

Al covered his nose and said "Yeah" in disgust.

"Yes." Toby said softly: "This should be where Kreacher lived. It doesn't look like much."

He waved his wand, causing the messy objects inside to float out one by one. After a brief glance, he threw them onto the floor behind him, as if he was looking for something.

Finally, there is one special thing that cannot be controlled by the Flying Spell.

Al jumped off his shoulder, and he quickly got in. It didn't take a while, but he came out holding a locket high and handed it to Toby's hand.

"Yeah!" it shouted excitedly, pointing to the snake-shaped symbol on the locket.

"I know, I know." Toby looked at the locket in his hand with fascination: "This must be related to Salazar Slytherin. It is his relic. It is a rare collection."

"Let me open it and see what's inside that makes Regulus care so much."

Regulus escaped using the method of plant Animagus. He only left a few words, but Toby still saw the locket in his mind.

Then, after a brief trial, Toby found that the locket was not that easy to open.

Moreover, after Al got over his excitement, he was unusually no longer interested in the locket, and even felt disgusted with it. Once he got close to it, he couldn't help but shake his head vigorously, as if he had touched something dirty.

"Yeah!" Al wanted Toby to throw away the locket quickly.

What he said next made Toby even more concerned.

"Journal?"

Toby narrowed his eyes and asked: "You mean, this locket gives you a feeling similar to Riddle's diary?"

Al nodded hurriedly.

"I know." The excited person turned into Toby, and he said with bright eyes: "The principal has always been unwilling to let me take charge of the diary and crown. This time he should not be able to stop me. But the premise is that he cannot let me take charge of the diary and the crown.

he knows."

"Let me think about it, let me think about it."

Just as Toby was deep in thought, Al suddenly asked: "Yeah?"

Toby understood what Al meant.

"Azkaban?"

He laughed disdainfully: "How could I really go to Azkaban? Maybe it was a trap, a trap specially designed to induce me. I don't have the Pharaoh's mask here, and it's not that easy to hide it from those dementors.

It’s easy, let’s talk——”

Toby shook his head: "You should know what I mean."

Al also nodded seriously.

Patronuses can repel dementors.

But since Al appeared, Toby has been unable to summon his patron saint.