Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 210 Quarrel and Shop

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There were sounds of pushing, discouraging, and the sound of objects falling.

"Don't stop me!"

"No, you can't get out! Toby Highmore has discovered your Animagus, and mine, and he'll catch us!"

"I'm warning you, don't stop me from finding Peter Pettigrew, I recognize him! This must be him!"

Sirius pointed at the award-winning photo of the Weasley family in the "Daily Prophet" and tapped the spots on Ron's shoulders with his fingers, almost breaking the newspaper.

Regulus held on to his other arm tightly, and he suddenly yelled out: "But who will believe you! Besides the dead Potters, who else knows about changing the Secret Keeper?

No matter how solid the evidence is, the Aurors will still catch you in advance! Don’t forget your current identity, you are just a fugitive! Just a fugitive!"

The two brothers looked at each other angrily, neither willing to be outdone.

Regulus gritted his teeth and said: "You are not the only one carrying the truth, I am too, but it is not the time yet. Before the hope of success appears, we must wait and have enough patience-"

Sirius threw Regulus' arm away impatiently, and said coldly: "The truth? The truth is that everyone thought you were dead and that you were just stupid, but they didn't expect that you were still alive and had deceived everyone.

people."

Regulus's face turned pale in an instant.

"I have to do this." After a long silence, he said in a firm tone: "I have to prevent the Dark Lord from achieving his goal, so I risk my life to do those things. The Dark Lord is better than we imagined.

He is much more evil, and he is the one who deceived us."

"It's just that one person was deceived." Sirius said disdainfully, but his tone was no longer so fierce.

Regulus did not argue, he continued: "Anyway, at the last critical moment, after I took the last bowl of poison, if the professor hadn't sent someone to save me, maybe I would have really died.

.He showed me a brand new path. The Dark Lord is nothing compared to him, so I will be loyal to him. Not only because he saved my life, but also because he gave me hope.

"

Sirius frowned and stared at his brother. He strongly suspected that this idiot was just bewitched again.

"It's not what you think." Regulus saw Sirius's thoughts in his eyes: "It's real hope. No need to hide anymore, no need to live every day in fear, and there will even be no more wars.

, everything will end here.”

"It will be a brand new magical world. For this purpose, the professor specially summoned a group of people. Some are dissatisfied with the current situation, some are dissatisfied with themselves, and most of them are desperate people like you and me."

"I won't join you!" Sirius sternly refused: "Don't think you can fool me with just these words. All I want to do now is revenge, and Peter Pettigrew -"

"Of course I know what you are going to do!" Regulus interrupted loudly: "But why don't you understand? Your Animagus has been exposed. Have you ever thought about how to catch Peter?

?”

"Believe me." He suddenly lowered his voice and said, staring directly into Sirius's eyes: "You don't have to join us. This can be discussed later, but I do have a way to help you, which is also the same as us.

related to the purpose.”

Sirius didn't ask Regulus what his purpose was, he didn't care. He just asked doubtfully: "Who is the person who helped you? Why do you call him professor?"

Regulus did not shy away from this question. He simply said: "Because it was he who taught us truly useful knowledge - Gellert Grindelwald, who is also our professor of ancient magic."

"The only professor."

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Hogwarts.

Dumbledore and Toby sat opposite each other, both remaining silent, while the portraits on the wall all widened their eyes.

After a long time, Dumbledore finally spoke.

"So, I've only been away for a few days, and you're ready to abolish the school board?"

Toby stared directly at the top on the table, and Al was also on guard against Dumbledore grabbing the magic book at any time.

"My idea is very simple, Principal." Toby tilted his head and said intently: "When Hogwarts was first founded, there was no school board. It was a symbol of the school's decline, so it was given to itself.

We have put on a layer of shackles, now it’s time to take them off – in our hands!”

He waited anxiously for Dumbledore's answer. Although he had threatened Lucius, the principal still had to pass this test.

"Oh well."

"No, listen to me - huh?"

Toby blinked in confusion: "What did you say?"

With a smile on Dumbledore's face, he said gently: "The reasons for the establishment of the Hogwarts School Board are very complicated. There are contributing factors to the war, such as the Goblin Rebellion and the Giant War. In addition, there are many historical reasons.

, it became even more chaotic, and gradually turned into an organization composed of twelve wizards."

"I can roughly imagine the difficulties that will be encountered if the board of directors is abolished - parents' complaints and financial problems, but it is difficult for the Ministry of Magic to intervene - maybe in the future, but at least there is no need to worry about this matter for now, after all, it has been

The scandal soon emerged of Malfoy threatening other board members, which would cause trouble for them."

"Issues related to complaints may make Owl Post Office's business boom for a while, but the school has sufficient experience in this area. Just the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor who changes every year has made me experience a lot of complaints."

"Only the financial aspect - such as the salary of professors and the funds needed for normal maintenance of the school. Have you considered these issues? Or do you plan to pay for it out of your own pocket?"

Toby was surprised by Dumbledore's nice words, but he quickly reacted, waved his hand and said: "I'm not that generous, and Al will not agree. But -"

Toby's tone changed and he said mysteriously: "Perhaps it's time to establish an institution exclusive to Hogwarts. I want to name it the Black Devil Foundation -"

"Sounds good." Dumbledore nodded.

ah?

Before Toby finished speaking, he had already thought of another plan, using the name Al Foundation.

"Just go ahead and do it." Dumbledore smiled and said, "I believe you have the ability."

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Since moving to the Leaky Cauldron, Harry has been practicing diabolical spells on the recorder every day, hoping to have a chance to seek revenge on Sirius Black.

Of course, Harry didn't stay in the room all day. He knew that he had to find opportunities to show his face so that Sirius knew that he lived here - in fact, he didn't need to do this deliberately at all.

The next day at the bar, Fudge came to him personally and indirectly asked him why he went out alone.

"Because I'm looking for inspiration for completing my holiday homework." Harry said vaguely at first, but soon became sincere: "And I really don't want to live with the Dursleys anymore. Anyway, I still have

A lot of money."

Harry was sure that it was the second paragraph that convinced Fudge, because Fudge didn't seem to like Muggles very much, and he didn't take them seriously.

In short, after finally dealing with Fudge, Harry was completely free.

He found that this was simply the happiest vacation he had ever had. Not only could he visit all the beautiful scenery in one room during tutoring, but now - he could get up when he wanted and eat whatever he wanted.

Just eat whatever you want and go wherever you want.

Although the range can only be within Diagon Alley (at first it was Toby's request, and later Fudge also wanted Harry to do this), Harry did not feel any grievance at all, otherwise where else could he go?

Diagon Alley alone was enough to dazzle him.

Harry had breakfast at the Leaky Cauldron every morning. He liked to look at the other customers: the weird little witch from the country who came out to buy things early in the morning; the frail-looking wizard who played Quidditch for The Quibbler.

Debate over the standings of the football team; slovenly wizards; noisy dwarfs. Once, there was a person who looked like an old witch, wrapped in a thick woolen coat with a balaclava, asking for

A plate of raw liver.

After breakfast, Harry walked into the backyard, took out his wand, and knocked on the third brick from the left above the trash can. Then he stepped back and watched the door to Diagon Alley open in the wall.

During those long sunny days, Harry wandered in and out of those shops and ate under the brightly colored umbrellas outside the coffee shop. The customers who dined with him took out their purchases and showed them to each other ("Old

Man, it's a moonscope - no more fiddling with moon charts, am I?") or talking about Sirius Black's case ("Personally, before he went back to Azkaban, I

I won’t let my child go out alone”).

Now he could sit in the bright sunshine outside Florin Fusco's ice cream shop and finish his papers. Florin Fusco sometimes helped him. He not only knew a lot about the burning of witches in the Middle Ages.

, and gave Harry a free ice cream every half hour.

Harry also saw the upcoming new broomstick in Diagon Alley - the Firebolt.

That made Harry so excited that he wanted to buy it right away, but he couldn't do this because he had to spend money carefully. Harry didn't know what else he could do if he spent all his parents' inheritance.

He took some of the money from Gringotts and filled his wallet, resisting the urge to spend it all.

But soon, Harry discovered that he had failed.

Seemingly overnight, the entire Diagon Alley underwent a series of changes. In every store that Harry could name, a small, white, long-cylindrical mailbox appeared.

, a black Niffler was drawn in the middle, jumping back and forth, which was obviously Mr. Al's appearance, and then circles of patterns flashed on its head, and Harry recognized unicorn feathers, devil's vine

, dueling competition champion and the magic skills of the famous Animagus, plus a lot of magic potions, including some wolfsbane potion.

The most famous one is actually the Firebolt, which is more conspicuous than anything else on the circle pattern.

In Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, many customers were curiously looking at the "mailbox". Harry found the manager and asked curiously: "What is this?"

"It's a wish box." The manager said distressedly.

"What?" Harry didn't understand why the manager had this expression: "What is a wish box?"

"There are instructions on the side." The manager became more frustrated: "But remember to take care of your wallet and don't spend all the book money."

Confused, Harry walked to the side of the wish box and saw a sparkling text——

【Wish Box--fulfill the wishes of wizards.】

[You only need one Silver Sickle! Yes, you read that right! You only need to throw one Silver Sickle into the gag, and you can randomly draw any prize, and you will never miss it! 】

【Try it and see!】

A wizard had already tried to stuff a Knut into the narrow opening. The Niffler on the wish box immediately raised his head and looked up. The circle of patterns moved so fast that it was so fast that it was dizzying.

Eyes, and finally slowly slowed down, a pattern stopped on the top of Xiu Xiu's head, and then there was a plop in the wish box, and the iron door in front automatically opened.

"Congratulations! "Ancient Magic" is written by the famous archaeologist Toby Hemmer! I hope you enjoy reading it and study ancient magic with your heart!"

Fortunately, this is an adult wizard. For a new book, the price of one Silver Sickle is not expensive, and is even cheaper than most second-hand books.

Harry watched in stunned silence as this man left with satisfaction, and then the next student, who looked older than Harry, also threw a silver Sickle into the gag.

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded again.

"Congratulations! Don't underestimate this book, "Duel Techniques". It comes from a duel champion, and it comes with many interesting spells, which is quite [interesting]."

The last interesting one is much more meaningful.

The student was a little disappointed at first, but after rummaging for a while, he seemed to have found some treasure, held it in his arms and left quietly, not knowing what was wrong with it.

Next, Harry saw many unusual treasures - a unicorn tail feather worth ten galleons, dragon's blood, two silver Sickles, four Nats, and a lucky man who drew the Wolfsbane potion and was killed.

It is perfectly packaged in a bottle that is not easy to break, and the worst one is "Ancient Magic and Magic Circles" - well, maybe "Ancient Magic" is the worst.

Harry shook his head violently to get rid of these thoughts. He found that all the prizes except the Firebolt had been drawn once, and more and more people gathered around him, filling the shop with water.

"I advise you not to think about it." The manager seemed to be aware of Harry's thoughts. He advised: "I spent more than ten Galleons on the first installation of the wish box yesterday, but I didn't smoke it once.

Hit by a firebolt."

More than ten galleons?

Harry blinked, and he seemed to understand why the other party looked so sad.

As luck would have it, Harry still didn't listen to the manager's advice. He walked towards the wish box amidst the manager's sighs. The nearby guests recognized the boy who survived and made way for him.

The past Harry felt like he was on a pilgrimage.

In full view of everyone, Harry tremblingly took out a silver Sickle and stuffed it into the narrow gag.

Just once, just once.

He secretly hoped, staring intently at the prizes spinning in circles, and clenched his fists involuntarily.

Time seemed to be slowed down countless times in a moment, and the aperture slowly slowed down - "Ancient Magic", "Ancient Magic", why is it still "Ancient Magic"?

This is--

Harry heard countless gasps from behind him, his mouth opened wide, and the Sniff on the wish box spun around like a tornado, then stopped neatly and made a cool pose.

posture.

"Firebolt! Congratulations!"

Such a simple sentence completely ignited the atmosphere in the entire bookstore. As if those people had won the prize, they all hugged Harry and put a silver coin with a Firebolt pattern into Harry's hand.

, with this, you can redeem the Firebolt as soon as it comes on the market, which is considered a voucher.

Inquiries about exchange acquisitions came one after another. At some point, Harry saw Professor Heimer standing outside the door. He was holding an exaggerated camera in his hand and shouted at him: "Stand still,

Harry! Don't look so dull! Lift the silver coin up! Lift it higher!"

"Okay, Al, get your flash! One, two, three!"

After taking the photo, Toby handed the camera and flash to the manager of the bookstore, then he and Al squeezed through the crowd, put their arms around Harry's shoulders, and smiled at the crowd around him: "Hello everyone, I

It is the inventor of the wish box, Toby Highmore. Let us congratulate Mr. Harry Potter for drawing the first Firebolt! Yes, you heard it right! This is just the first one. In the early days, we set a total of

The total prize pool of ten Firebolts has been eliminated, and there are still nine left! Maybe we only need nine Silver Sickles, only nine Silver Sickles!"

At the same time, the bookstore manager took a group photo of them - surrounded by people rushing to the wish box excitedly, Toby showed an excited smile he had never seen before, raised one fist high, and Al

Making his signature move of winning the jackpot on the box, Harry held up the silver coin certificate with a dull expression. It was deliberately moved to the same height as the scar, making it very conspicuous.

Five minutes later, the three of them came to the seats in the ice cream shop together. Toby ordered a chocolate cone, a cream lemon ice, and a nut sundae respectively, and then handed the chocolate cone to Harry,

Al took the nut sundae and licked it. After one bite, he covered his head and shook it vigorously, and then took another bite.

Toby was holding a magic book that looked very much like "The Quibbler". He turned it to the middle and looked down at it for a long time. Al also looked over and looked at it. The numbers on it made him excited.

Yelled randomly.

After hollowing out the lemon ice, Toby put down the spoon and looked up at Harry. He was so shocked that he almost fell off his chair as soon as he spoke:

"Do you want to play in the Quidditch World Cup, Harry?"

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