Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 217 Magic Car

Divination by ritual magic is not omnipotent, and can easily be interfered with by more powerful magic and strength.

Harry thought carefully about what Professor Hemmer said when he left.

The results of he, Ron, and Hermione's divination on Hagrid's first class were not good, and now Draco was indeed injured by the "textbook", which was obviously a bad result.

But it didn't seem to be completely bad, because the pen of truth wrote down all Draco's thoughts. Draco knew that this injury was nothing, he just wanted to frame Hagrid.

Is the pen of truth a more powerful magic?

Harry turned his head and saw that Hermione was also looking at him. Her eyes flashed with thoughts, and then she became excited little by little.

"I know!" Hermione said with suppressed excitement: "It's the patron saint! In the universal ritual taught to us by Professor Haimer, we are actually asking for help from our own patron saint! As long as we meet someone who is better than our patron saint

Even if the power is too strong, it will lead to errors in the divination results of the universal ritual!"

"But we can't summon the patron saint now. Of course, it can easily be interfered with the divination results."

"No wonder Professor Heimer asked us to start practicing with Bibi's Multi-flavor Beans, because it is not a powerful magic. But the pen of truth is different, it can easily interfere with the results."

"I finally know how to write the homework for the ancient magic class - as long as it is written in the direction of strengthening the accuracy of divination, the emotions are related to the patron saint. The stronger the patron saint, the more accurate the divination results will be. There are also rituals, we are now

We only use universal rituals, and we must find a ritual that is unique to our magic circle items. That is much more useful than universal rituals."

Harry also figured it out. He saw Mr. Al, who stayed at the edge of the paddock to help maintain order, nodded approvingly at Hermione.

"Wait a minute!" Hermione suddenly enlightened when she was happy: "Then how did Mr. Al succeed in class? Can you also summon your own Patronus? I have never heard that Niffler has this kind of thing.

ability"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Al floated over to interrupt Hermione's thinking. He stretched out his paw, raised four fingers, and stretched it out in front of Hermione seriously.

"Four points for Gryffindor?" Harry asked curiously.

"Yeah." Al nodded with satisfaction.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other again, and they felt an inexplicable feeling of being bribed.

At this moment, Ron suddenly shouted "Ah!"

"What's wrong?" Harry asked anxiously.

Ron pointed his finger in the sky in the direction where Professor Highmore disappeared. He shouted in surprise: "Hagrid, why can Professor Highmore fly away on Buckbeak without saluting him?"

Hagrid, who was looking up at the sky in panic, was asked.

"Yes." He vaguely felt something was wrong: "Have they known each other for a long time? Oh, my little baby."

Hagrid felt betrayed.

"It must have been frightened by Professor Highmore." Harry tugged on Ron's sleeve and said, "Did you see Professor Highmore's movements? It looked like he was trying to crush Buckbeak's head, maybe also

It’s just that I saw it wrong.”

Ron finally accepted this statement.

"Oh!"

He shouted again.

"What are you yelling about again?" Draco, who was lying on the ground, yelled impatiently. No one was helping him up now, which made him upset. He didn't know whether he should continue to cause trouble or not, so he just lost all his anger.

Sprinkled on Ron: "Did you see gold in the sky? Have your sweet dreams."

Ron glanced at Malfoy with disdain, and then said worriedly: "I remember the principal announced at the beginning of the school year that there were Dementors all around the school. Won't Professor Heimer attract their attention?"

For a moment, all the students beside the paddock became quiet.

They focused their attention on Al, and even Hagrid was no exception.

"ah?"

Al turned his head in confusion, no one could translate what it was saying.

I feel vaguely that this is a small question that needs to be asked?

——

As if someone turned off the volume, Buckbeak suddenly became deaf. He saw nearly a hundred dementors floating in the sky, all surrounding him. The wizard sitting on him turned his

My head was pressed tightly, and I couldn't turn back. I could only hear him saying calmly: "Did you see a blue car?"

He seemed to be talking to the dementors and was not affected by the aura of despair at all.

This is something only a dark wizard can do.

After a few seconds, Buckbeak heard the wizard on him curse impatiently.

"A bunch of rubbish! They can't even look at such a small place! They haven't found any clues at all!"

The dementors became angry, and they drew closer and closer, and Buckbeak couldn't help but shudder.

At this moment, it glimpsed a white stick appearing beside it, held by the wizard on it.

"Get out of my way!"

A breath colder than that of a dementor came from behind, and Buckbeak was frozen.

When it came back to its senses, it found that all the dementors had disappeared, and the familiar force appeared on its head again, turning the direction vigorously.

"Fly west, hurry up!"

Toby urged impatiently, in a terrible mood.

He couldn't understand how these dementors couldn't find Sirius. Could it be that he drove here after turning into a big black dog?

Can Animagus' claws grip the steering wheel?

Facing the fierce wind, his eyes behind his thick hair carefully searched the ground, always observing whether there were any traces.

It didn't take long for Toby to make a new discovery.

"Go over there! Quick!"

This place has escaped the scope of the Forbidden Forest and is located in a remote wilderness.

Mr. Weasley's magic car stayed there quietly, and Toby walked over with narrowed eyes.

The car was empty, no one was there.

Only then did Toby understand why the dementors couldn't find anything, because the car flew here alone without anyone driving it.

After a moment of silence, Toby opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat.

At this time, the radio in the car rang, and it kept changing channels automatically, and the sound was intermittent.

"Who's there?"

"Can't you see me?" Toby said in a deep voice, "Can't you even hear my voice?"

The sound of the radio changed again.

"Damn it. How could I bring you here? It's not Dumbledore."

"Sirius Black?" Toby's eyes narrowed further: "Is that you? Where are you?"

"In a place you'll never find."

"Hell? You actually know shame and are finally willing to apologize for James and Lily?"

"Shut up. You're about to die. You don't understand."

"There's no need for you to curse me to death." Toby interrupted: "How did you escape? Or did you turn into a car? Don't worry, I will bury you."

The storage opening in the passenger seat suddenly opened. Toby looked over and found several transparent bottles inside.

"It turns out it's multi-flavored juice. You got this lucky by relying on these things? It seems that someone is indeed studying the magic ball. The multi-flavored juice has become your temporary scepter. Am I right?"

"That's right."

Sirius's situation seems to be very bad, otherwise he would not be willing to answer Toby's questions.

"Where is Regulus?" Toby suddenly asked: "Are your brothers reunited?"

But Sirius did not answer this question.

A request came from the radio.

"Seize Ron Weasley's pet Scabbers. It was transformed into Peter Pettigrew. In the end, I exchanged the identity of the Secret Keeper with him. He was the one who killed James and Lily."

In front of this shocking secret, Toby remained silent.

The radio continues to ring.

"As long as you do it, I will tell you why. You will die."

Toby was still silent.

After several minutes, he sighed: "I never thought you would find the day to cooperate with me. It's really rare."

"It's better than this. You tell me where you are now and return the magic ball to me. I can help you get out of trouble, avenge you, or even clear your grievances. What do you think of this condition?"

As he spoke, he held the scepter tightly and at the same time quietly extended his palm towards the radio.

A thick red fog appeared around the radio. Toby's palm penetrated the thick fog and seemed to reach into the radio.

"hiss!"

Toby suddenly took his palm back, frowning and staring at the scars on his hand - dense marks, as if cut by sharp objects.

There were tiny splinters of wood in his nails, which reminded Toby of the Animagus, an also missing plant.

The radio stopped answering.

——

Under the tower of Nurmengard.

Regulus hurriedly locked the three collections into a dotted coffin. It took a lot of effort and he almost didn't lock himself in the coffin.

After finally finishing it, he looked at the ruined stone house and waved his wand to make the stones fly away, revealing Sirius with a bruised face underneath. He was huddled in the corner. Fortunately, nothing serious happened.

"What's wrong with you?" Regulus ran over and asked, then frowned: "Did you cause the trouble just now?"

Sirius seemed to have fainted, his eyes were closed tightly and he remained silent.

Regulus hurriedly looked for the herb box.

Just when he turned his back, Sirius's eyes quietly opened, and his body began to change, turning into a huge black dog, jumping up suddenly, kicking Regulus away, and let him

The wand in his hand also flew out.

"What are you doing?!"

Regulus asked, his face contorted with pain. The kick Sirius just gave was not light.

He turned around and saw Sirius pointing his wand at him.

"Collapse!" he shouted.

The spell hit Regulus, and he fell backwards, unconscious on the grass.

Sirius lowered his body little by little. He opened his clothes and saw that his abdomen was bruised and swollen by the stone, and his shoulders were also very purple.

He hissed in pain and moved a little bit away from the coffin, applying magic potion to treat trauma on his body.

After he was almost done waiting, Sirius glanced at the motionless coffin, then turned his gaze to Regulus on the grass, and silently cast a stun spell.

"You never learn to be smart."

He whispered: "A whole new world of magic. Look what the hell you are studying now! I will not continue to accompany you in these evil experiments. Just wait, I will personally catch Peter Pettigrew.

Bea Heimer"

Sirius thought of the palm that had just penetrated from the drink, which was also the cause of the strange movement in the coffin.

He finally said angrily:

"Let this scheming guy die!"

Toby flew back to Hogwarts on Buckbeak and landed slowly on the edge of the paddock. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Al, who had been waiting here, immediately gathered around.

"Where's Hagrid?"

Toby asked, patting Buckbeak's body and letting him return to the Forbidden Forest.

"He sent Malfoy to the school hospital." Hermione said, "Other students also finished class early."

Toby nodded. He glanced at the three of them casually, and his eyes inadvertently glanced at the curiosity on Ron's face, knowing what they were thinking in their hearts and why they were waiting here.

"I tried to look for it." He shook his head and said, "But unfortunately, I didn't find any clues. You must have made a mistake, Harry."

There was a regretful expression on Harry's face: "Sorry, Professor, I"

"There is nothing to be sorry for." Toby interrupted: "You did a good job this time. Even if there is no result, once you find something wrong, you must notify me in time, just like this time. Do you hear me clearly?

?”

"Listen clearly, Professor!" Harry said, clenching his fists.

Toby nodded, and he took Al out of the paddock and back to Hogwarts Castle.

As soon as they entered the office, Al couldn't help but pull Toby's hair and ask questions.

"There are some circumstances."

Toby murmured, which was obviously different from the answer just now.

He looked at Al and whispered: "Do you think you can successfully use Legilimency on a closed-brained person from a long distance with something like multi-flavored juice?"

Al looked at Toby like he was looking at a fool. He curled his lips in dissatisfaction and imitated Lupin, saying that the joke was not funny at all.

"Of course I know this is impossible."

Toby's tone slowly dropped: "But why did Sirius know that I was about to die? Where did he get the news?"

"I clearly remember the night when Snape almost died when we were in school. He stayed outside the Whomping Willow."

——

The trio returned to the castle, and they happened to meet Hagrid coming out of the school hospital.

"Is Malfoy's injury serious?" Harry asked quickly, "Will it have any impact on you?"

"No." Hagrid said happily: "Fortunately, Al arrived in time. Malfoy has been discharged from the hospital and doesn't even need to stay for one night. I wonder where Toby found him and if he has any brothers."

Sisters and stuff.”

Ron's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly suggested: "How about we learn about Sniffing in the next class? Let's thank Mr. Al for teaching us how to take care of Sniffing."

"Is this really feasible?" Hagrid was ready to take action again: "I prepared a lot of cute little ones for this semester's courses, so wouldn't they be of use? Since Aragog left, I have been

They seek comfort in them.”

Hermione was also extremely anxious, and she said quickly: "Don't you think this is a good idea, Hagrid? If Mr. Al hadn't been here, you would have been expelled! And Buckbeak,

Will it also be punished?"

Hagrid almost burst into tears when he thought about this possibility. His eyes turned red and he said sadly: "I understand, thank you."

After Hagrid left, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you Mr. Al." Ron said sincerely.

They had dinner together, and then returned to the common room to prepare to complete the ancient magic homework. Thanks to Professor Hemmer's earnest teaching, the students never dared to postpone the homework of this course. They were all in the first place.

Time is complete.

"What's the patron saint's spell?" Ron asked, biting the tip of his pen.

"It's the God-calling Guard." Hermione suddenly pushed her homework away and said, her face looking a little heavy.

"I just can't remember it for the moment." Ron said in shock: "There's no need to be so serious, right?"

Harry probably guessed Hermione's thoughts.

"Listen to me." He also said seriously: "I know you may still want to take risks, but I have indeed made plans. Professor Haimer is very reliable. He also dedicated his vacation time to help me with my homework.

I can't do anything that's sorry for him anymore."

After he finished speaking seriously, he found that both of them were staring at him with strange eyes.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked confused.

"Listen to me." Ron tried to imitate Harry's tone and said, "I understand what you mean, but I really didn't expect that there would be a day when you specifically told us. It's really strange."

"Yeah." Hermione chimed in, "I wonder who advised you not to be so radical in the past? Let me think about it carefully. Oh, it turned out to be me and Ron."

Harry's face turned red.

"Then what's wrong with you?" He deliberately changed the subject.

Ron laughed twice, and then looked at Hermione with the same curiosity.

"On the one hand, it's because of the magic circle items." Hermione said with a headache: "The flame bottle is good, but it's still not as good as Diggory's automatic casting wand. I'm hesitant to make a new one as soon as possible.

.”

Harry thought about his flute, which was still playing the "Wedding March" and had never had time to change it.

His face turned redder from shame.

Ron didn't like this topic. Studying hard was too far away from him.

"What about the other side?" he asked.

Hermione's hesitation became even longer.

After a while, she lowered her voice and said, "Don't you think Mr. Al is a little weird?"

"This is nothing to be alarmed about, kid." Ron lost interest as soon as he heard this: "No matter how weird it is, can Professor Heimer's collection be scary? He is a very famous archaeologist. I have heard Bill say this.

,Professor Highmore is simply a legend among the local Gringotts."

"That's it." Hermione suddenly became excited: "Collection, and archaeologists. Do you think there is a possibility that Mr. Al was also discovered by archaeology? Otherwise, where would there be a sniffer who can cast magic?

?Even if you don’t use a magic wand, the indirect scepter is almost the same.”

Harry looked at Hermione in shock: "No wonder you didn't stir up trouble with Professor Hemmer just now. It turned out that it was Mr. Al's idea that you had! Don't you already have a pet?"

"This has nothing to do with pets." Hermione shook her head and said, "I'm just a little curious about Mr. Al's origins."

"Yeah." Ron said sarcastically: "I'm also curious about where your little tiger came from. Maybe it was a neighbor with Mr. Al before."