Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 216 Universal Ritual

Divination for good luck?

This is much more interesting than a neurotic divination class.

At first, Harry was worried that the first lesson in ritual magic would be evil magic like demons, but he didn't expect Professor Heimer to be so thoughtful.

The only thing that differed from Harry's imagination was that the person demonstrating the magic was not Professor Highmore himself.

But Mr. Al.

The students saw Professor Heimer step aside, take the modified memory ball from Neville's hand, and then throw it to the podium.

Mr. Al walked forward energetically, and he bowed to all the surroundings solemnly, like a musician who was about to start playing.

"Applause!" Professor Haimer cheered.

The students immediately clapped their hands. Mr. Al closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a while, then raised a paw to stop the applause immediately.

Then the official fortune telling begins.

Al circled around the memory ball, sometimes turning somersaults, sometimes bending his body up and down, and performing various difficult movements.

"Yeah~ Yeah~ Yeah~"

A distinctive tune came from Mr. Al's mouth, like singing, and the students tried their best to remember the song in their minds.

This looks like part of the ritual.

Next, Mr. Al took out a Big Bean from his belly pocket, placed it in front of the memory ball, and touched the memory ball back and forth three times in left and right order.

In the next moment, the memory ball turned into a shining red, which stung people unable to open their eyes.

The voices of Professors Al and Heimer sounded one after another.

"ah!"

"Mr. Longbottom, eat this braised bean."

Neville took the beans and did as he was told. He tasted them carefully and said, "It's pear flavored. It's delicious."

Then Al took out another bean and repeated the previous process.

This time, the light of the memory ball is not so shining and looks a little dim.

"ah!"

"Mr. Longbottom, eat this bean again."

Under the curious gaze of others, Neville couldn't help coughing as soon as he ate the bean: "It tastes really bad, like smelly fish."

"Wow!"

The students exclaimed, their eyes sparkling. They all saw that as long as the memory ball shines brighter, the taste of multi-flavor beans will be easier for people to accept.

Al bowed to everyone around him again, and this time the applause was much louder than before.

“Perfect presentation!”

Professor Heimer also tried his best to support him, but the next second he said something disastrous: "You don't need to remember the previous steps, it's just Al's pretense. The key point is to touch your magic circle item three times from left to right -

Don't make trouble——"

Toby pushed away the angry Al, and then said: "That is a universal ritual in ritual magic. It is very simple and can be used by anyone. And the most important point is when touching the magic circle item

, you must maintain a happy mood - remember? The first level of the exam last semester was also related to the Patronus Charm."

"The rest is up to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a large pile of Bibi's multi-flavor beans floated out from Al's belly pocket, and fell in front of the students according to the method of dividing two beans per person, asking them to reach out to catch them.

Al turned his back and forced himself not to watch this scene of money being scattered, which made his heart tremble.

The students happily took out their magic circle items. Ron simply put his special sweater on his body, rubbed it up and down, closed his eyes, frowned, and tried to recall the happiest memories.

"Snapped!"

The pointer hit Ron, and Professor Heimer's stern voice came: "What are you doing with a grimace? Be happy! Laugh! Remember, this is a divination of happiness, full of hope, and you must keep smiling at all times!"

Ron covered the back of his hands and put on an ugly smile. Professor Heimer nodded with satisfaction, and then went to give instructions to other students.

For a time, the classroom became chaotic. Due to the different items in the magic circle, the results of the divination were also strange - sweaters of different sizes, different burning levels of the flames in the bottles, out-of-tune songs in the flutes, and flowers decorated on the hairpins.

Withering and blooming, there are even boomerangs that can hit several people at once——

"Ouch!"

"Watch it!"

"Sorry, Professor."

Toby caught the boomerang, threw it back in front of Dean Thomas, and asked him: "How's the good luck this time?"

Dean immediately cheered up, silently counted the number of people hit, and then replied: "Very good, Professor."

As he spoke, he ate the multi-flavored beans in his hand and showed a surprised expression: "It's durian flavored. I guessed it - oh, no, it's a divination thing."

The disgusted expressions on the faces of the people next to them - well, everyone's luck is different, and of course their taste preferences are also different.

Thanks to their exam experience last semester, the students quickly succeeded in fortune telling.

The best performer among them was Hermione. Not only did she use the bottle of fire to divine her luck, she also made the flames inside turn into the shape of a small stick figure, and successfully shouted "Don't eat it! It tastes terrible."

The result was indeed good. Ron, who took a taste out of curiosity, almost vomited it out. It was said that the bean had a strong fishy smell and was not edible at all.

This is somewhat similar to the spider Toby uses to find treasures.

"Ten points from Gryffindor!"

Toby gave out the reward without hesitation. He walked back to the podium and explained to the excited students: "Don't be too happy too early. The number of universal rituals is much less than the number of spells that are successfully transformed into magic circles."

, you must seize the time to find out the ritual that truly uses your own magic circle items before the end of the semester - it is no longer a general ritual, but a ritual that is unique to you, this is very important."

"This is also the final exam content of this semester. I can tell you in advance now."

"Finally, before the next class officially starts, write a guess about why the ritual magic of fortune-telling is in this form. It needs to be debated from two points: the ritual itself and the emotion. The length must be at least nine inches. Okay, let's end the get out of class."

For the first time, Ron was not worried about Professor Hemmer's homework, and he was extremely excited until he went to the auditorium for lunch.

"This is much easier than the divination class! Do you think I can also use this ritual to predict whether I can make a lot of gold? No wonder Professor Heimer is so rich - ancient magic is really amazing!"

Hermione, who was scooping up the stew, calmly poured cold water on him: "Don't forget the interview with the professor in the first grade. If this method is really so effective, where did Professor Hemmer's injuries come from?

?”

Ron realized at once that he and Percy had seen with their own eyes the injuries on Professor Hemmer's legs. The calves were full of pits and there were no good spots.

"What if that's already good luck?" Ron said unwillingly: "What if the professor relied on this ability to survive after being injured? No, I have to try again -"

Ron was still wearing his prank sweater. He held his breath for a while and touched the sweater three times in front of Harry and Hermione's eyes.

This time the divination was successful, the sweater was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon became the normal size - originally it was too big.

"How's it going?" Harry asked curiously, "What are you doing in divination?"

Ron said with an ugly face: "It's the Care of Magical Creatures class in the afternoon. It looks like there's no good luck at all, it's all bad luck. What did Hagrid prepare for the first class?"

"Let me try!" Hermione hurriedly took out the flame bottle and performed the universal ritual. This time, a rare miraculous effect occurred. The bluebell flame in the bottle turned into the shape of a stick figure, and it shouted: "Don't go! Don't go!

"

The three people stared at each other silently for a while, and finally focused on Harry.

"Okay, it's my turn." Harry thought carefully, then quietly looked around, and after finding that no one was paying attention, he secretly hummed the tune of "The Wedding March" in Parseltongue - by the way

By the way, he hasn't had time to change the magic circle on the flute.

Among the students, Harry is the only one who found a ritual that actually uses magic circle items before the start of school. He is now also using this method for divination, thinking that it may be more effective than the universal ritual.

Fortunately, this was not a spell to summon the devil. A slight sound gradually came from the flute, also in Parseltongue.

Harry listened carefully, his face gradually getting worse and worse.

"It's the scolding head among the rune snakes." He raised his head and said, "It scolded me hard and had a bad temper."

This made it impossible for the next three people to enjoy their lunch.

It's a pity that no matter what the outcome is, they can't take leave from Hagrid's first class, which will break Hagrid's heart.

The sky outside the castle is a refreshing light gray, the rain has cleared, and the grass under your feet is wet and elastic when you step on it.

The three of them came to Hagrid's cabin, and the Slytherin students were also there. When they saw Draco's gloomy face, Harry and Ron became happy at the same time. They didn't know that Draco was

How many applications have been received?

Hagrid was standing at the door of the hut waiting for his classmates. He was wearing the moleskin coat, and the big hunting dog Fang stood at his feet, as if he couldn't wait to start.

"Come on, come on, hurry up!" he shouted as the students approached, "I have something good to show you today! This class is wonderful! Is everyone here? Okay, come with me.

Bar!"

The smile on Harry's face slowly faded, Ron walked slowly, and Hermione also became worried.

They just had no luck in divination, who knows where Hagrid will take them.

Fortunately, it was not the Forbidden Forest. Hagrid led them towards the edge of the forest and came to the outside of a small paddock. There was nothing in the paddock.

Harry quietly walked up and asked, "Hagrid, is this lesson really okay?"

"What's the problem?" Hagrid said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, I've been preparing for a long time, just waiting to open your eyes. Now -" he said loudly: "Open the textbook - oh

, By the way, Toby also reminded me that I had to stroke along the spine of the book to successfully open the book. I thought this was quite interesting, but - okay, open the book quickly. "

Draco swallowed the provocative words back in his stomach and stroked the book with teeth several times with an expression of resentment.

"You guys stay here for now, I'll be back soon."

Hagrid left them behind and disappeared into the Forbidden Forest.

"Oh my god, this school is ruined," Draco finally had the opportunity to complain loudly: "That idiot also came to teach, and he threw the students away at the beginning of class——"

At this time, Harry's voice suddenly sounded: "Look at my flute, does it meet the requirements?"

Ron shouted, "And my sweater!"

For a moment, all the Gryffindor students started cheering.

"Shut up!" Draco said, pressing down the palm holding the Pen of Truth.

The corners of Hermione's mouth turned up, her eyes suddenly became dull, and she pointed to the back of the paddock and said, "Look!"

A dozen animals trotted towards them. Harry had never seen such strange animals. They had the bodies, hind legs and tails of horses, but their front legs, wings and heads were like those of eagles. Their cold and sharp beaks were

They are the color of steel and have a pair of bright, big eyes that are orange. The talons on their front legs are half a foot long and look intimidating. Each monster has a thick leather collar around its neck, which is made up of a

They were tied with long chains. All the chains were held in Hagrid's big hands, and he slowly followed these monsters into the paddock.

"Come on, over there!" he shouted, swinging the chain, urging the monsters to walk towards the fence where the whole class was standing. Hagrid walked closer and tied the monsters to the fence, and the students all stepped back slightly.

.

"Hippogriff!" Hagrid shouted happily, waving at them, "How beautiful, isn't it?"

No one said anything, and the students had long been stunned.

"Okay," Hagrid rubbed his hands, not noticing the change in the atmosphere at all. He looked at everyone with a smile and said, "If you want to get closer."

Only Harry, Ron and Hermione approached the fence cautiously, and no one else moved.

"Remember, the first thing you need to know about hippogriffs is that they are very proud," said Hagrid. "Hippogriffs lose their temper easily. Don't humiliate it, or it may

Death."

"Be sure to wait for the hippogriff to make the first move," Hagrid continued. "It's polite, understand? You walk towards it and bow, and if it bows to you, you can touch it.

If it doesn't bow, get away from it, those claws will hurt you."

"Okay - who wants to come first?"

Still no one responded, and finally Harry took the initiative.

Following Hagrid's instructions, he stared at a hippogriff named Buckbeak, almost to tears as he stared at it, but fortunately the other person lowered his head in time.

"Well done, Harry!" Hagrid said ecstatically, "Okay - you can touch it! Pat its mouth and go!"

Harry thought it would be better to reward him for stepping back, so he slowly walked towards the hippogriff and stretched out his hand to it. He patted its beak a few times, and the hippogriff lazily

He closed his eyes as if he liked it very much.

"Very well, Harry," said Hagrid, "I think he'll let you ride him!"

This was something Harry didn't expect.

He carefully placed his feet on Buckbeak's wings, pulled up, and climbed onto its back. Buckbeak stood up.

"Let's go!" Hagrid slapped the Hippogriff's hind legs and roared. Suddenly, twelve feet long wings spread out on both sides of Harry, and he just had time to hug the Hippogriff.

neck, it flew into the air.

This was nothing like riding a broomstick - Harry was convinced of this, but unlike what he imagined, he seemed to know how to control Buckbeak, because it didn't seem like he had to avoid the Bludger last term.

Training is difficult.

Soon, Harry found the trick. Buckbeak had a psychic connection with him, and his body gradually became stable, flying high into the sky, spinning back and forth several times as he flew forward - Harry felt vaguely

He heard the exclamations from below, but he didn't care at all. He was even thinking about whether he could ride it to play Quidditch.

"Wait a minute - what is that! Fly over and have a look!"

Harry stared closely at the clouds above his head, but Buckbeak obviously listened to Hagrid's words more and was gradually descending to the ground.

"Well done, Harry!" shouted Hagrid. "Well, who wants to try?"

"Listen to me." As soon as Harry came down, he pulled Hermione and Ron, who had become interested, to the side. He lowered his voice and said, "I seem to have seen your magic car. I don't know if it is an illusion."

"What?!" Hermione asked in surprise: "Where?"

"It's in the sky." Harry pointed to the clouds above his head and said, "It took a very short time. It looked like the cloaking device failed - how did it get lost?"

"I don't know." Ron shook his head: "I guess he can't stand wizards who like Muggle things so much, so he secretly left my warehouse. Should I tell my father about this? My mother will be angry.

of."

"What if-" Harry's voice dropped even lower: "What if I said it was Black? Could it be that he stole the magic car?"

Ron and Hermione stopped talking. They stared directly at Harry.

"This doesn't make sense." After a brief silence, Ron said distressedly: "There are so many means of transportation, but they just focus on my home? Even the Knight Bus is better than that, right?"

"No matter." Harry reached out and pulled out the necklace from his clothes and said, "I have to tell Professor Heimer about this quickly."

Hermione looked at him in surprise: "I thought you would ride Buckbeak to find Black?"

"Not now." Harry shook his head: "We've caused enough trouble."

Hermione and Ron saw Harry whispering something to the skull at the lower end of the necklace. At this moment, a burst of exclamation came from the paddock.

Buckbeak seemed to have attacked Draco, who lay on the grass with his arms covered, his robes stained red with blood.

"I'm going to die!" Draco shouted. "It wants my life! Look at the good things you've done -"

At this moment, suddenly, the pen of truth appeared in Draco's hand, and he wrote it down in his textbook: It hurts me so much! Will I die here? No, it seems to be just a flesh wound, nothing.

If you hurt a bone, you can heal it almost overnight, but that won’t work! You have to make this stupid guy pay the price——

The writing ends here.

Professor Heimer suddenly appeared next to Draco. He picked up the textbook, looked at it for a few times, and then threw it back. Al took out a bottle of fresh juice with a look of disgust on his face, and simply sprinkled it a few times, which healed Draco's injuries.

stop.

Harry noticed Professor Heimer's gaze, and he seemed to know what he was thinking.

"The divination of ritual magic is not omnipotent and can easily be interfered with by more powerful strength and magic. For example, a quill pen."

Then, in full view of everyone, Professor Heimer stepped on the restless Buckbeak and put his palm on its head, as if he could crush it with a handful.

"Obey, child, take me to the sky and don't waste time."

Buckbeak suddenly became quiet, his eyes became flinching, he spread his wings, and disappeared into the end of the clouds with Professor Heimer.