Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 211 Black Devil Foundation

Quidditch World Cup?

Harry looked shocked, and the cone in his hand gradually melted.

"It seems you are not ready yet. The first rule of archaeology is to never have hopes without sufficient preparation."

Toby shook his head in disappointment, and the silver coin certificate symbolizing the Firebolt floated out of Harry's pocket and landed in Al's belly pocket.

"Huh?" Harry noticed it this time, and Professor Heimer snatched his prize away.

"We'll tell you when you're ready."

Toby waved his hand impatiently and sent Harry away with 4 Knuts, which was also the lowest value prize in the wish box.

Harry suddenly became aggrieved.

One Sico equals 29 Nats, but now there are only 4 in front of him. Not only was the prize taken away from him, but he also lost 25 Nats.

"Just think of it as a lesson to you."

Toby rubbed his chin and said with wandering eyes: "Perhaps we should combine the wish box with "The Quibbler" in the future, and prohibit underage students from participating in the lottery. They must be supervised by their parents."

"Professor Heimer?"

"What's up?"

Harry couldn't help but asked out of curiosity: "What's this wish box about?"

Toby answered a little casually, as if it was no big deal to him: "It's just a small business, belonging to the Black Devil Foundation - founded by me, with the participation of professors from the school, replacing

The role of the board of directors. Speaking more carefully, this was the inspiration provided to me by the Daily Prophet."

Harry was dumbfounded.

Did Professor Heimer finally stop trying to cover it up? Just call it the Black Devil Foundation?

Before Harry could ask Toby, he became a little dissatisfied, but he continued: "The Gold Galleons Prize is the prize that the Weasley family won. So I thought, why don't I also set one?"

What about similar awards?”

"So, the wish box appeared. Although it doesn't look strange, it is all because of the use of magic circles, which is much simpler than alchemy - so you must study ancient magic courses carefully in the future.

Got it, Harry?"

Harry nodded reflexively, his answer to the subject already ingrained in his bones, and there was certainly no harm in expressing his agreement.

"But why haven't I seen you in Diagon Alley before, Professor?" Harry asked confused.

He doesn't think this is a small business. Just communicating with so many stores is troublesome enough.

But during the time Harry lived in the Leaky Cauldron, he never once saw Professor Highmore on the street.

"It's very simple." Toby said proudly: "Of course it's because of the goblins."

"As a former ace curse-breaker, I inevitably have to deal with goblins. They are extremely greedy, which is the most obvious character trait of goblins and the most dangerous weakness. So I discussed with the goblins on this street and let them

Come negotiate, and I will agree to store the gold in Gringotts."

"Of course, this alone is definitely not enough. In addition, I also promised them a condition. As long as I earn enough gold galleons in my treasury, I will give Gryffindor's sword

Return it to them unconditionally. It was forged by the Goblin King himself, and they cannot refuse."

"Gryffindor's sword?" Harry asked in surprise. When did he become Professor Highmore?

"Don't make such a fuss." Toby waved his hand and said, "How could I really give them the sword? Among the negotiated conditions, the first one is that one hundred thousand galleons must be saved, and what about the second reason?

.I never said I wouldn’t withdraw money, so I’ll never reach 100,000 Galleons.”

"Greed can make people blind, even goblins are no exception, because they are more greedy and can easily make irrational decisions. Otherwise, how could there be two failed goblin rebellions. In the end, the magic world is still

Controlled by wizards. Of course, idiots are the exception."

"Okay, let's stop talking here."

Toby stood up, and Al jumped onto his shoulders, giving Harry a deep look from behind.

"Remember, when Blake finds you, you must notify me in time. Now I have to go to Knockturn Alley. The goblins can't control there. I, the boss, must talk to me personally."

Harry didn't know how someone like Professor Hemmer would discuss business, he really couldn't imagine it.

In the next few days, he read through the Daily Prophet and The Quibbler, but did not see any news about the bloody conflict, until Neville, who happened to meet him in Diagon Alley one day, answered the question in his heart.

doubts.

"Who do you imagine Professor Hemmer to be?"

Although he and Harry were students in the same dormitory, Neville always had a blind confidence in Professor Hemmer, and he felt very confident in this confidence, and eventually became completely confident.

"The professor can't shut down the shop owner like he educates students. He must sit down and have a good talk. You should know that both my parents work for Professor Heimer, right? Every shop with a wish box will get a wish box.

It’s a small amount of rent and it doesn’t take up much space, so how could anyone refuse it?”

After Neville excitedly went to draw the lottery, Harry only heard the first half of the content.

It turned out to be a solitary confinement, so it can be easily explained.

Who could refuse Professor Hemmer's confinement?

nobody!

The following days were uneventful, and Harry didn't wait for Sirius, which made him feel a little strange, because his winning photo had been reported in "The Quibbler", and Sirius had no reason not to know that he lived in the Leaky Cauldron.

.

Until the last day of summer vacation, Ron and Hermione also appeared in Diagon Alley, waving to him outside Florin Fusco's ice cream shop.

"Finally met you!" Ron said with a smile to Harry, who sat down. "We went to the Leaky Cauldron, but they said you were gone. Then we went to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore and Madam Malkin's Robe Shop.

and--"

"I bought all the things for school last week." Harry explained: "But put these away first, I have other things to tell you-"

"Wait a minute." Hermione interrupted anxiously: "Let's talk about Professor Heimer first, why did he call us during the holiday? Did I miss something?"

"Well, you did miss a lot of things."

Harry began to whisper everything about Sirius looking for him, Professor Highmore who came later, and the devil.

The only thing he didn't mention was that the magic circle items would not be affected by trace silk, which was something Professor Heimer asked him to keep secret.

But Hermione still noticed something was wrong, and she asked suspiciously: "But how can you use magic during the holidays? Unless the magic circle items are not under the control of the Ministry of Magic, it will not violate the "Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards Act"

".Is it because Zongsi can't control the devil?"

Professor Hemmer will kill me.

Harry thought desperately.

Ron patted him on the shoulder and said: "Don't worry, nothing will happen. Otherwise, Professor Heimo won't tell you. Oh, by the way, don't forget that he also called us to say morning

Be prepared.”

This made Harry feel better.

However, Hermione and Ron's mood did not improve - they learned that Sirius was actually the culprit who caused Harry's parents to be killed.

It was really strange that the situation turned out to be Harry comforting them.

"It doesn't matter." He patted his chest and said, which contained the skull necklace given to him by Professor Heimer: "As long as Black dares to come to me, I will definitely find a way to catch him."

"Let Professor Hemmer catch him." Ron reminded: "Let's go, Hermione has to buy a pet, and I also have to buy some medicine for Scabbers. That trip tortured him so much. I really hope I can

Make more money so I can buy new pets."

Hermione had been asking about the devil all the way. She couldn't help but be curious. Just hearing the name sounded a little evil, but after knowing that it was related to ritual magic, she completely threw away her worries.

"The professor must have a detailed plan. He is just strict and will not harm the students intentionally - no," Hermione suddenly stopped and her expression became blank: "My magic circle item is a flame bottle, then

How to perform ritual magic."

Ron also stopped, the expression on his face was even more frightened than Hermione's.

"Mine is a sweater!" He said on the verge of tears, "What should I do?"

"Think on the bright side." Harry comforted them, thinking hard: "Neville's is still a memory ball. Oops - I seem to understand why Professor Highmore didn't make summoning demons a formal course from the beginning."

The three people exchanged glances with each other, and couldn't help but worry about the ancient magic class next semester - just trying to figure out everyone's magic array items would probably take a long time.

Harry found himself comforting the two of them again. He changed the topic to the Firebolt that he got from the lottery, but then he thought about it and it was taken back by Professor Highmore.

The atmosphere became gloomy again.

Especially when Hermione bought a pet cat named Crookshanks, the relationship between her and Ron declined sharply - the big cat almost ate Scabbers.

They were arguing all the way, and Harry returned to the Leaky Cauldron with a headache and saw Mr. Weasley staring at a prize on the wishing box - a complete set of Muggle car blueprints.

"Hey, kids."

He hurriedly put Yinxi Ke back into his pocket, for fear of being discovered: "Moli is not with you, is she?"

"Isn't mom upstairs?" Ron asked doubtfully.

Harry saw Mr. Weasley's ears turn red.

Next, Harry met Percy, who had just become the President of the Student Union. As soon as he came up, he seriously wanted to shake Harry's hand, as if he had just met him.

Ginny also said hello to Harry. They experienced an adventure in the Forbidden Forest together last semester, that is, the Acromantula incident. Fortunately, they were rescued in time.

Ginny couldn't help but blush when she saw Harry. In order to avoid embarrassment, Harry had to ask: "Where are Fred and George? Why didn't you see them?"

"I don't know." Percy said, trying to show off the badge on his chest: "They locked themselves in the room as soon as they came back. They must have finally been influenced by a good example."

"Don't listen to his nonsense." A door opened, and Fred showed his head and said, "Is it Harry? Come here quickly."

Harry walked into the room doubtfully, and Fred closed the door, looking sneaky. Harry didn't notice this scene, his attention was attracted by George, and his hair became colorful.

It looks very bad.

"What's wrong with you?" Harry asked in surprise: "It's multi-flavored juice again? Are you still working on a new formula?"

"Not exactly." George said indifferently: "There are also multi-flavored candies and so on. We finally saw the beauty of the magic circle."

"And the lovely gold." Fred added, shaking a bag, and Harry opened it and found that it was filled with shining silver Sickles.

"It seems you have made a lot of money." Harry said enviously.

"But he doesn't earn as much as Professor Hemmer." Fred said, hugging Harry's shoulders affectionately: "We have all seen the wish box, how about it, are you interested?"

"What interest?" Harry asked doubtfully.

"It's interesting for the lottery." George hugged Harry's other shoulder and said, "We made a little money, but we can't explain the source to mother."

"And she is still staring at us, especially dad, who was asked by mom to stay away from the wish box."

"Then it's just you, help me, Harry."

"If you win the big prize, we won't treat you badly."

Harry looked at the Quibbler spread out on the bed, and what unfolded was the report that he had won the grand prize.

"So that's what happened." Harry understood. The twins came to him to help with the lottery. They planned to make more money through this, which was much easier than researching new formulas.

Under the expectant gazes of the two, Harry said sternly: "I refuse!"

He took out four Nats, placed them one by one on the table, and told the complete story of what had happened before.

"Even Professor Heimer is not willing to let students draw prizes." Harry said sincerely, "You'd better not expect to make a fortune with this thing."

Fred and George exchanged a look.

"I said."

"you say."

"What other multi-flavored juices are we studying?"

"You are right, but can Professor Heimer agree?"

After communicating like this, they turned their attention to Harry again, making him tremble at the sight.

"What did you promise?" Harry asked cautiously, "Is it related to the Dark Devil Foundation?"

"Black Devil Foundation!" Fred suddenly jumped up and shouted excitedly: "I like this name!"

"Come down quickly." George greeted: "What do you think we should do? Should we write a letter to Professor Heimer? Or should we wait until school starts?"

Harry became more and more confused as he listened. He quietly left the guest room, intending to take the opportunity to return to his room.

——

Hogwarts.

Office of Ancient Magic.

Toby sat behind the desk, and Al stood next to him. They stared at the quill on the table - it was the pen of acceptance given to them by Dumbledore. It was originally intended to be used to find Voldemort and those special people.

On the traces of the items, Toby noticed other wonderful uses.

"The age of the wizard."

Toby said: "Maybe there is blood, which can be added later. Let's talk about age first. If we make the existing master version the same as the Book of Access, then can we know each person's age?

How old is a user? Use this to control the information and even traces of all wizards."

"The magic circle is not well known yet, and it is not easy to learn. The more critical knowledge is only known to the two of us - perhaps also the magic ball. Although it has been lost, it is connected to me through ritual magic.

, there is no need to worry for the time being - well, the knowledge absorbed by the mysterious man is at best an exception."

"No matter what, I still have to get the magic ball back first. I can't complete so much work by myself."

"But before that, we have to study the Pen of Admission. This is very important. I didn't expect that the principal would lend it to me. It would be even better if it was the Book of Admission. At a glance, the information of every existing wizard in the UK can be seen.

It's all up there. Fortunately, both of these things are in Hogwarts, not the Ministry of Magic."

“The founders are really capable.”

After muttering to himself, Toby stood up, and Al floated to the other side of the room on a flying carpet. The complete skeleton was already guarding the door to prevent anyone from breaking in.

Toby took the scepter from Al and stared at the pen of acceptance.

"The inheritance of the magic circle is too rare. Using ritual magic may produce unexpected results. Let me give it a try."

Toby slowly raised the scepter, pointed it at the Pen of Acceptance, and spat out a series of obscure and low-pitched spells from his mouth. His eyes then turned cold, hidden behind the slightly raised hair.

A thick red fog enveloped the entire office in an instant, and the pen of acceptance trembled violently, and soon disappeared, swallowed by the thick fog.

First there was an eerie silence, and then there was the roaring sound of wild beasts, which was deafening, but it was blocked by the well-prepared protection, and no sound was heard.

After an unknown amount of time passed, the smoke gradually dissipated.

Al floated back with Toby's wand in his hand. This was a safety measure to warn against Toby losing control or the roaring sound in the thick fog.

The pen of acceptance stayed quietly on the table, and Toby had already sat back in his seat, looking a little tired.

He pondered for a while and murmured under Al's concerned gaze: "What an amazing discovery. You can't imagine what I have gained. I didn't expect that the pen of acceptance and ritual magic are so consistent. No, it should be

A creation of ritual magic.”

"Let's talk about bloodline first."

Toby sighed and said: "The pen of acceptance can originally write the corresponding bloodline according to the identity of the child, which is probably related to the identity of the child's parents. The strange thing is that there is no difference between mixed-blood and pure-blood, but Muggle-born

Isolate them."

"As for the scope, it's not just the United Kingdom. If the pen of acceptance can be used correctly, it can cover the entire magical world."

"Finally, the Pen of Acceptance is not as strict as the Book of Admission. Anyone who shows any signs of magic will be detected by the Pen of Acceptance - that is to say, no suspicious Muggle-born person will be let go.

.”

"Don't you think there's something wrong with this?"

He whispered, and Al looked at him silently, not knowing how to answer.

There was a brief silence.

Toby regained his energy, handed the scepter to Al for safekeeping, reached out to pick up the Pen of Acceptance, and placed it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully.

"The Black Devil Foundation. Let's start with this step."