Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 215 Unknown and Good Luck

"A memory ball that indicates the level of importance? It's really ridiculous——"

The arm holding the quill suddenly became uncontrollable.

"Praiseworthy creativity——"

Draco suddenly raised his palm, his face became very ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said to Neville, who hadn't seen enough: "You passed, hurry up, take your trash and get out of here!"

Suddenly, his arms began to lose control again. He held the quill and carved on the table: "Different color changes, maybe I can also try to add this in and change the badge according to my pious intentions."

, let more people enjoy the glory of Slytherin and the power of Professor Heimo——"

"enough!"

Malfoy said fiercely and raised his arms suddenly. When he looked up, he found that everyone around him was staring at him with strange eyes.

"So you also admire Professor Highmore." Neville sneered: "Yes, compared to you people, Professor Highmore is the most powerful Slytherin, and no one can compare with him."

He walked away proudly, but more people came and surrounded Slatin's long table.

The most terrifying part is that once Draco wants to refuse, the pen of truth will forcefully control his arm to write the censorship content, most of which are insincere words. Draco is furious when he sees it, even the hand on the other hand.

I can't even hold onto the pie.

"Get out of my way!"

He used all his strength to throw the pen of truth away, but watched it fly back, poking his head again and again, unable to avoid it.

Harry looked gloating, and he squeezed through the crowd and shouted: "Quick! Come and see if my flute talisman meets the requirements!"

Ron also yelled from the side: "There's still my sweater!"

"What are you all doing here?!"

At the critical moment, it was Snape who stepped forward. As soon as he appeared, the temperature in the auditorium dropped by three points.

"Don't you need to have breakfast? Don't you need to prepare your homework in advance?! If that's what you think, I can promise you now -"

In front of Snape's gloomy "promise", the students fled in all directions. Draco was still tilting his neck to avoid the attack of the quill, but was caught by Snape's outstretched palm and walked all the way to the teacher.

In front of the desktop.

"Good morning, Severus." Toby said leisurely: "You don't still think about Lucius's kindness, do you? What did he help you? Could it be that he recruited you into that evil army before?

organizational?"

"Shut up." Snape said with a twisted face: "Don't let me see you trying to cause trouble in my college again, and don't think that I don't know what you are planning-"

"Your house?" Toby's tone suddenly rose an octave: "This is so funny, you actually think that is your house? Think about it carefully, who is better than Slytherin -

"

At this time, Lu Ping interrupted the quarrel between the two: "The students are still watching."

Snape stared at Lupine with a hateful look, which was no less angry than towards Toby.

After throwing the Pen of Truth back in front of Toby, Snape turned around angrily and was so angry that he didn't even eat breakfast.

Lupine smiled helplessly at Toby, but Toby didn't react at all, but fiddled with the pen of truth back and forth.

While Al was making faces at Snape's back, Toby threw the pen of truth into the air and flew directly along the long table back to Draco who looked frightened. Fortunately, this time it didn't appear again.

Instead of poking Draco's head, Professor Heimer's voice came out: "It is safe to eat during the next meal times."

Is it only meal time?

Draco was so frightened that he couldn't even guarantee the time to sleep?

In the direction of the Gryffindor long table, Harry and Ron looked away in disappointment. The scene of a duel they were looking forward to did not happen.

Hermione glared at them angrily.

"What are you thinking about?!" she asked: "Even if you don't put your mind on studying, you should at least focus on the prize you invented. Slytherin can't really win the final championship.

Bar?"

Ron thought of the large sums of gold. He clenched his fists and said, "How can we let them make away with this money?"

Harry also thought about the Firebolt certificate that was taken away, and became excited at the same time: "You are right, Hermione, you have to do this even to get the Firebolt back! By the way, what is the next class?

Ancient magic class?"

"No." Hermione opened the course schedule and said, "It's a divination class. I haven't learned divination yet. I hope it will be more interesting."

The divination class is on the top of the north tower, very far away.

The three of them finished breakfast quickly. When they passed the Slytherin table, they found Malfoy rushing to fill his stomach. He choked and rolled his eyes. Crabbe and Goyle were helpless and slapped his back hard, looking like they were about to die.

Beat him to death.

It was difficult to find the divination classroom, so the three of them went to the north tower with the help of a knight in an oil painting after a lot of effort.

"I'll let you go this time, you evil disciples of the Black Devil!"

The knight shouted: "Don't let me see you doing evil, the just Sir Cadogan will not let you go!"

The three people watched blankly as the knight fell off the fat little gray dapple, and hurriedly ran through the portrait to catch up, but accidentally fell down again.

"How dare you speak ill of Professor Haimer so openly?"

"Can the professor achieve the confinement of the portrait?"

"Maybe it can be done. It seems to be true. He is quite brave, but his brain is not very good."

They climbed the last few stairs and came to a small landing, where most of the class had already gathered. There was no door on the landing. Ron nudged Harry with his elbow and pointed to the ceiling.

, there is a round trap door with a brass sign embedded in it.

"Sybill Trelawney, Divination teacher," Harry read, "But how to get up there?"

As if to answer his question, the trap door suddenly opened, and a silver ladder was lowered and landed right at Harry's feet. Everyone fell silent.

At the top of the ladder is the strangest classroom the students have ever seen, except for the special ancient magic classroom last semester.

In fact, it didn't look like a classroom at all, but more like a cross between an attic and an old-fashioned teahouse. There were at least twenty small round tables squeezed in, surrounded by calico armchairs and bulging little futons.

Everything in the room was illuminated by a hazy red light, the curtains were tightly drawn, and many lamps were covered with large crimson scarves. It was so hot here that people couldn't breathe, and the lamps were placed in such a way that

Under the full mantelpiece, a fire was burning brightly, and a large copper teapot was placed on it, emitting a strong and disgusting aroma.

There are many shelves lined up along the circular wall, which are crowded with dirty quills, candle holders, many tattered playing cards, countless silver crystal balls and a lot of tea cups.

A voice suddenly sounded from the shadows, a soft, unclear voice.

"Welcome," the voice said, "it's so good to finally see you in the physical world."

Harry's first impression was that he saw a huge, shiny insect. Professor Trelawney walked into the firelight, and they found that she was very thin, and a pair of large glasses magnified her eyes.

Several times, she was draped in a thin and transparent shawl decorated with many shiny metal pieces. There were countless beads and chains hanging on her long and slender neck, and she also wore many bracelets and rings on her arms and hands.

"Sit down, my children, sit down," she said, and the students climbed uneasily into armchairs or sank down on futons. Harry, Ron and Hermione sat around the same table.

Beside the table.

"Welcome to the Divination class," Professor Trelawney said to everyone, sitting in an easy chair in front of the fire. "I am Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I find that often

Going down to the chaotic and noisy campus life will make my third eye blurred."

This Divination class was obviously different from what Hermione had imagined, not only because Professor Trelawney said that the textbook was useless, but also because the professor casually made a few prophecies, which scared the students.

They used tea leaves for divination in their first lesson. Harry and Ron's teacups were filled. They returned to the table and drank the hot tea in three sips. They followed Professor Trelawney's instructions and swung the tea leaves around.

After a few moments, the tea was drained and cups were exchanged.

"What can you see in my cup?"

"A pile of wet brown stuff."

"Expand your thinking, dear, and let your sight transcend the boundaries of the world!" Professor Trelawney's voice sounded in the dim classroom.

Harry steeled himself.

After trying to compare it with "Parting Through the Fog to See the Future" for a while, Professor Trelawney suddenly turned around and walked towards them.

"Honey, let me see." She said to Ron dissatisfied, and walked over quickly and took Harry's teacup from his hand. The classmates all fell silent and watched.

Professor Trelawney stared at the teacup and turned it counterclockwise.

"Dear Eagle, you have a mortal enemy."

"This is something everyone knows." Hermione said deliberately so that everyone could hear. Professor Trelawney glared at her.

"That's right," said Hermione, "everyone knows about Harry and You-Know-Who."

Harry and Ron looked at her in surprise and admiration. They had never heard Hermione speak to a teacher like this before. Professor Trelawney did not answer. She lowered her terrifyingly big eyes and looked at Harry again.

The teacup is sharp and continues to turn the teacup around.

"A strike with the bludgeon. Oh boy oh boy, this is not a pleasant cup"

"I thought it was a bowler hat," said Ron nervously.

"Skeleton. There is danger on your way, dear."

Everyone stared blankly at Professor Trelawney. She turned the cup one last time, took a deep breath, and screamed.

"My dear child—my poor dear child—no—it would be better not to say it—don't ask me."

"What is it, Professor?" Dean Thomas asked immediately. Everyone stood up, slowly gathered around Harry and Ron's table, moved closer to Professor Trelawney's chair, and looked carefully at Harry's tea cup.

.

"My dear," Professor Trelawney suddenly opened his huge eyes, "you have something ominous about you."

"What?" Harry asked.

He could see that he was not the only one who couldn't understand. Dean Thomas shrugged at him, Lavender Brown looked confused, but almost everyone else covered their mouths with their hands in horror.

"Ominous, dear, ominous!" cried Professor Trelawney, who seemed very shocked when Harry didn't understand. "That big, sinister dog that haunts the cemetery! My dear child, it

It is an omen—the greatest omen—the omen of death!”

Big dog?

Harry suddenly found that his tense heart relaxed.

Professor Heimer had told him that Sirius Black's Animagus was a big black dog.

But Harry was not afraid of him at all, not only because of the skull used to contact Professor Heimer, but also because he already had a means to protect himself - the devil, which could even defeat the dementors.

"What about the color?" he asked calmly: "Is the dog in the cemetery black?"

"What?" Professor Trelawney was stunned.

"Is it possible that it's a Dalmatian?" Harry asked. Professor Hemmer didn't tell him whether the Dalmatian was Black in disguise.

Professor Trelawney suddenly became very angry. She seemed to think that Harry was deliberately playing tricks on her.

"I think today's class will end here." She said angrily and drove the students out of the classroom, unwilling to say another word.

Harry, Ron and Hermione walked down Professor Trelawney's ladder without saying a word, walked down the spiral staircase, and hurried to Professor Hemmer's ancient magic class.

"Don't tell me you think this is true." Harry looked at Ron and said, not expecting that he would avoid his gaze as well.

"I had an uncle," Ron said worriedly, "He saw a big dog and then died - within twenty-four hours."

"Are you serious?" Harry asked in surprise: "Big dog, don't you understand yet? Could it be that your uncle also saw Black? If this were true, wouldn't I be dead long ago?"

"Harry is right." Hermione agreed: "The Divination class is worse than I thought. What do you mean you can't learn things from the textbooks?"

"You don't understand." Ron said quietly: "Maybe he thought that my uncle was not as lucky as you to meet Professor Hemmer. Not everyone has the opportunity to meet the Black Devil."

A large space was vacated in the ancient magic classroom. The tables and chairs were moved together and placed at the back of the classroom. By the way, this place has been restored to its original state. It is no longer the dark tunnel of the last semester. It has become

Much brighter.

"What's wrong with you?"

As soon as the students came in, Toby noticed something strange about them: "Is there anything I don't know? You have to put your mind down quickly, otherwise you won't be able to study ritual magic seriously, and you may become a devil or something."

The students had become accustomed to Professor Heimer's "intimidation", and they stood obediently in the middle of the classroom. Hermione, who liked to raise her hands, recounted what happened in the Divination class.

"Unknown?" Toby stared at Harry with interest: "Have you also been divined to be unknown?"

also?

In the midst of everyone's curious eyes, Harry asked in surprise: "Professor, are you also——"

"Yes." Toby waved his hand and said, "But not in school, but when I was doing archeology later, the specific situation - well, it was very complicated, related to a temple, where this scepter was obtained.

Here. And Angela, do you remember Professor Angela? It was an adventure that she and I went on together. To be honest, I suspect that she was the one who infected me with the unknown."

The students wanted to continue listening, but Toby had no intention of telling the inside story.

"What happened next, Professor?" Harry asked bravely, "What happened next?"

"Of course he almost died." Toby said carelessly, ignoring Harry's pale face, and then his tone turned solemn, and he said with a sinister smile: "So, only ritual magic can

There is a way to save you."

"Let's officially start the first lesson of this semester - mysterious and dangerous ritual magic!"

Harry couldn't help but suspect that Professor Heimer said that on purpose, because he always had a way of connecting everything to the class.

On the blackboard, Al wrote two words. Toby stood on the podium and said: "Emotions and rituals. These are the two most critical contents in ritual magic. Not only are they different from the magic you are learning now,

Same, even it is completely different from the magic circle - in fact, I have always suspected that the magic circle was deliberately created in this way to oppose the existence of ritual magic, but there are actually some special connections between the two.

This part of the content is very complicated and it’s not time to study it formally yet.”

"Let's talk formally about ritual magic. It's not difficult to understand the rituals and emotions - emotions can be good or bad, and the same goes for rituals. It may only require you to whistle or snap your fingers, or it may be more complicated and evil.

some, for example"

Toby suddenly lowered his voice and said: "Murder, killing innocent lives, or causing a war are all possible."

The classroom suddenly became so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

Toby was very satisfied with the students' reaction. He said: "But how could I let you take such a risk? In order to reduce the difficulty and prevent you from being possessed by evil thoughts, I deliberately set two restrictions - one

The first one is to use magic circle items to perform ritual magic, and the second one is to judge the ability through the test last semester - fortunately you all passed, otherwise this year's course would not be able to start."

"Let's talk about divination."

The students were confused when they heard Professor Heimer suddenly change the topic to divination: "I don't like divination very much, because I made a discovery by accident - that is, the results of divination never bring good things.

Only bad outcomes will be divined."

"You can go check the information and see if what I said is true."

"So, under this premise, I will start this semester's course in a more harmless way - using your magic circle items to divine good things through ritual magic."

"Trust me, kids."

Toby showed a big smile and said: "This will work, because I have personally verified that not only bad luck will befall us, but good luck will also happen."