Archaeologists at Hogwarts

[——According to the sacrifices of the tribe, this will bless them with good weather in the coming year, and also bless them with catching enough fish in the river so that they can have a full stomach. To be honest, I think

This business is a good one. But again, the premise is that the sacrifices can only be livestock, not living people.】

[This is just a relatively common example of ritual magic. The specific process will not be described to prevent curious little wizards from trying it randomly. As for the idea of ​​combining ritual magic with wands, we have to try to simplify the entire ritual process and remove

The unnecessary parts have to be turned into magic spells, which is no less difficult than creating a spell. Moreover, each ritual magic must be equipped with a completely different spell. The author has successfully done an example, which may be able to bring it to you.

Some inspiration, the process is as follows——]

Harry was frightened and wanted to turn the page, but Percy snatched the magazine away.

"Oh, crap." Percy asked with an ugly face: "I originally planned to read this myself. What you should read is the second half - you haven't read the first part, have you, Harry?"

The result was obvious, Harry was frightened and his face turned pale.

"If this can make you feel better, the next page is a photo of the domestic animal being opened. Bill crossed out that photo specifically, but I still felt uncomfortable for a long time after reading it. Fortunately, you didn't look at it.

to that photo.”

Harry was speechless.

He looked at the dessert that appeared on the plate, his face was frighteningly pale, and he didn't want to eat anything.

He carefully looked in the direction of the teacher's desk. In order to prevent Professor Hemmer from finding out that he was secretly peeking at him, Harry had to pretend to avert his gaze and look around.

In fact, Toby couldn't notice this. He was fighting with Al for a bowl of pudding. He actually lost to Al for the ribs earlier. This is simply a shame for archaeologists!

While looking around, Harry noticed a hook-nosed professor. When he looked at him through Professor Quirrell's scarf, he suddenly felt a burning sensation emerging from the scar on his forehead.

"Are you okay?" Percy asked worriedly, still upset about his mistake.

"It's okay." Harry endured the pain and said. He realized that the hook-nosed professor didn't seem to have a good impression of him at all, and his eyes were terrifyingly cold.

But no matter how scary it is, it doesn't seem to be as scary as Professor Heimer. How did he endure nausea to study those ritual magics? Just the description in words is scary enough.

The final fight ended with Al taking out a small shovel, and Toby, who had no weapons, put his own shovel in the office.

"Ahem." Professor Dumbledore suddenly coughed twice. Al and Toby immediately sat down, not even caring about the pudding.

When all the food disappeared and dinner was finally over, the students all looked drowsy, and Dumbledore stood up again.

"Now that everyone has eaten and drank enough, I want to say a few more words to you. At the beginning of the semester, I want to put forward a few things to pay attention to."

He mentioned respectively that students were prohibited from entering the Forbidden Forest, administrator Filch asked students not to cast spells in the corridors, and the review of Quidditch players.

"In addition, I would like to introduce to you a new professor of ancient magic, Toby Hemmer!"

He extended his palm to Toby, who stood up and bowed slightly to all around. Harry clapped a little absent-mindedly, but it didn't matter. Toby's face was still good, at least as good as the one with the same long hair.

Compared with Snape, his smile was much more friendly, and he didn't look like a murderer who had predicted it in advance, which earned him a lot of applause.

"Toby Highmore is a former Hogwarts student. He has traveled abroad for many years and is willing to share appropriate magic knowledge with everyone."

Dumbledore emphasized the pronunciation of the word "appropriate". Toby pretended not to hear it and kept a decent smile. He even had the leisure to force out a voice from between his teeth to remind: "Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom."

Dumbledore paused, and then continued calmly: "In addition to Professor Hemmer, we would also like to welcome his assistant to the faculty - Mr. Al!"

Sniff stood up from the shrunken chair, swayed a little, straightened his body, and then asked Toby to put himself on top of Toby's head, standing higher than everyone else.

"Yeah!" it said with a wave of its hands and an elegant bow.

The students below were all stunned, and Toby had to take the lead in applauding. The applause gradually sounded and became more intense. It was countless times louder than the applause Toby received!

"I knew it! I knew it!"

Fred slammed the table hard and shouted, "I knew this would happen!"

George clapped even louder than him: "What's next? Let Peeves be the headmaster? I'm so looking forward to it!"

But the professors haven't come to their senses yet. They were all frightened by this sudden decision - how can a magical creature be a professor at Hogwarts? Not even as an assistant.

But Al didn't care, it jumped off Toby's head and raised his eyebrows at him proudly.

Toby snorted, his expression filled with envy and jealousy.

Then Toby walked up and down the long table, greeting the professors one by one, and shook their hands respectively.

Professor Flitwick chuckled, Professor McGonagall was a little solemn, Quirrell looked strange, and only Snape refused to reach out to hold Al's paw.

"You are talking nonsense!" he scolded in a low voice.

Al spat at Snape, then sat on a miniature flying carpet and fled.

Amidst the applause that seemed to never stop, Dumbledore lowered his voice and said: "But you still have to do the teaching yourself. Don't think about being lazy, Toby."

Toby suddenly became interested in the silver cup on the table. He held the cup in his hand and looked at it without looking at Dumbledore's side.

"And one more thing!"

Dumbledore's suddenly raised voice was extra loud, as if he was teaching someone a lesson.

The applause gradually died down, and Dumbledore looked at the students and said: "I must tell everyone, anyone who does not want to encounter an accident and die in pain, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

The cheers and applause suddenly stopped, and a few people laughed, but it was only a few people.

Toby suddenly looked at Dumbledore.

A tragic death? How could it be so terrible?

It's just a mechanism to protect the magic stone, and it's not as exaggerated as the Forbidden Forest.

But it's always better to be exaggerated, and Toby was pleased with the reaction of most students.

It's better to be afraid than to take the risk of approaching a werewolf during the full moon despite knowing the danger.

Afterwards, Dumbledore came up with the lyrics of the school song amidst the stiff expressions of the professors and happily sang with everyone.

Harry couldn't blend in at all. He didn't smile just now, but stared at Toby Highmore in fear.

The corridor on the right side of the fourth floor is very dangerous, and there is a possibility of tragic death——

Is that Professor Heimer’s office?!