Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 228 Doesn’t look like a person

Hogwarts is no longer peaceful.

It can also be said that it is too calm, so calm that it is a bit weird.

The number of owls flying to Hogwarts on weekdays has reached its peak. It may be more than some wizards that some students have seen. The large area of ​​​​Uyang Wuyang forms a picture that is more eye-catching than the dementors - their number

There were really too many, and the students in the auditorium also saw that there were so many other tricks besides roaring letters - rotten egg letters, poison letters, and some even had several plant tentacles sticking out of the envelopes, twisting them into pieces.

Professor Flitwick inadvertently threw the pie into the air. Dean McGonagall was so angry that she slapped her nose and remained livid for the whole week.

In her opinion, this was definitely an insult to Hogwarts.

However, no matter how angry Dean McGonagall was, she could not stop the current situation - the case related to Sirius was really too shocking.

Now, in addition to Voldemort, there is another person in the school who cannot be named:

Ariana Dumbledore.

Principal Dumbledore's mysterious sister. Almost no one knew that he actually had such a relative. She was an incredibly silent person.

No one dared to say this name in public - even though it was not specified in the school rules, no one dared to take this risk.

In fact, no one dares to read the Daily Prophet in public anymore.

Recently, the "Daily Prophet" and "The Quibbler" have been quarreling particularly fiercely. One of them analyzed Dumbledore's psychological problems from various angles, making people feel as if the headmaster is the one who really should be imprisoned in Nurmengard.

The other ruthlessly exposes the incompetence and weakness of the Ministry of Magic. Thanks to a certain Mr. Lucius Malfoy who wishes to remain anonymous, Al, the Queen's editor of "The Quibbler", has obtained a large amount of material, which he can use every day.

The title is not the same.

Yesterday was whether Azkaban is really that tight.

Today is how the Dementors obey the orders of the Ministry of Magic.

Tomorrow Al plans to write about whether the prisoners in the prison will join in when the dementors become enemies of the Ministry of Magic, and in a short period of time they will quickly become another force no less than the Death Eaters - this

It seems not impossible. Prisoners who can survive the dementors are definitely not lunatics who are easy to mess with. There are even radical wizards who keep writing to the Ministry of Magic, requesting that the death penalty be used as the punishment of the Magical Congress in the United States.

After a depressing day of classes, Harry, Ron, and——

"Where's Hermione?" Ron looked back and forth and asked, "Why is she missing again? She was obviously following us."

"I don't know." Harry said listlessly, "I guess he went to the bathroom, or maybe he went to visit Myrtle."

"Look what you're talking about!" Hermione walked from the other end of the corridor holding a big schoolbag: "You have to cheer up quickly, Harry, you didn't make any mistakes, there's no need.

Torture yourself.”

Ron looked back and forth in shock. This was a corridor and there was no secret door at all.

"Where did you come from?" he asked in shock.

Hermione ignored him and continued to comfort Harry in a gentle voice: "Listen to me, Harry, you don't need to blame yourself for Sirius' death. Even people from the Ministry of Magic have misjudged the case.

when--"

This sentence seemed to suddenly light a fire, and Harry shouted loudly: "That's because they are all complete idiots! Didn't you read what it said in "The Quibbler"? Those people didn't defend Sirius at all.

There was no chance, so they just captured him in Azkaban! Why is this happening?! What about magic! They know so many magics, but they can’t find any clues! They can also let Peter Pettigrew live for so long,

I don’t even know what to do with him now, I just want to keep him alive!”

"Wow wow wow wow." Ron was so frightened that he took a few steps back: "But this is also not Hermione's fault. You don't need to get angry at her."

"I don't," Harry said with red eyes, "I just really don't understand why they can't do something."

"This is a bit exaggerated." As soon as he said this, Ron reacted under Hermione's prompting: "Oh, I am referring to my father. He has a pretty good job. He was lost in the Magic Car.

I don't even think about getting it back in the future - I don't know if it is in the hands of the Ministry of Magic."

Harry was referring to the fact that nothing good happened to him.

Hermione looked at him tiredly and worriedly, her eyes suddenly becoming alert.

"The devil," she said.

Ron almost covered Hermione's mouth, and he quickly reminded in a low voice: "Don't you know the rules yet? You can't mention anything related to the Obscurus, and neither can the devil."

"No." Hermione lowered her voice and said, "I'm not joking. To be honest, Harry, your current mood seems to be affected by the devil - negative emotions, negative emotions caused by summoning the devil, do you remember?"

"

"It doesn't matter at all." Harry said perfunctorily, trying to avoid the topic.

But Ron's eyes widened.

"You have never given up practicing devil." His eyes were as wide as a bell: "I thought you just secretly hid in the quilt and cried when you were sleeping, and you also reminded Neville and others not to disturb you - don't tell

You really did this, what do you want to do? Challenge Peter Pettigrew to a duel? Or break into the Ministry of Magic alone? That's just the devil you summoned, not the real dark devil!"

"I thought I heard someone calling me."

The sudden voice almost frightened Ron to death. He winked at Hermione and Harry with all his strength and refused to look back.

"Not Professor Hemmer." Harry frowned.

Ron finally looked back, and this time he almost pissed him to death. Draco stood arrogantly not far behind them, followed by Crabbe and Goyle who looked proud - probably not clenching their fists.

This is a sign that they are more confident. Finally, they no longer need to rely on their physique to intimidate people.

"Chocolate Whistle."

Draco handed the chocolate in his hand to Crabbe behind him, and it was eaten by the other party in a few seconds. When he spoke again, his voice had changed into Professor Hemmer's voice.

"I seem to hear someone calling me, are you blind guys?"

Goyle giggled.

"This is the club's latest qualified product." Draco looked condescending, as if he wanted to pat Harry on the shoulder: "You have to work harder, Gryffindor."

Harry took a step back to avoid Draco's palm, and said in a stiff tone: "Get out of here, Malfoy."

Draco narrowed his eyes: "Are you ordering me? You probably haven't figured out whose Hogwarts this is. If it weren't for Professor Highmore's help, Dumbledore would have been caught long ago.

Gone. Hogwarts belongs to Slytherin forever, forever."

He walked away with his two followers with a proud look on his face.

Ron stared at his back with strange eyes and said, "Since when did Malfoy become loyal to Professor Hemmer?"

"Advertise to the wind." Harry said disgustedly: "This is a special skill of the Malfoy family, just like his father. But he has no idea that I only need to whistle now to make him——"

"Harry!" Hermione looked frightened, and Ron was staring at him blankly.

"Follow me!" Hermione suddenly grabbed Harry's arm and said, "Follow me to see Professor Hemmer and ask him for help. Go now!"

"I dont go!"

For some reason, Harry felt very resistant to meeting Professor Heimer in private: "I have no problem at all! You are all worrying!"

"Yes." Ron suppressed his blush and strangled Harry's neck and said, "Then quickly conjure up your three-headed snake to teach us a lesson!"

Harry struggled to break free and said, "Do you think I don't want to? But now I can't even speak."

The strength in Ron's hand unconsciously relaxed: "You really want to do this?!"

Suddenly there was a hissing sound from Harry's mouth, and Hermione quickly took out her wand and shouted: "Silent!"

Harry opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out.

"Ritual magic." Hermione put away her wand with disdain: "It doesn't look very good."

"This is your fault, Miss Granger."

The familiar voice sounded again, and Ron stood there blankly, motionless.

Hermione turned back impatiently: "You actually dare to come back - Professor Heimer?"

Toby didn't look angry at all.

In fact, the emotion he showed was so inconsistent with Hogwarts, and he actually had a smile on his face.

"Very good." He walked around Harry twice excitedly, and kept saying: "Very good, Harry, thank you that I didn't let go of such a good prospect like you. Compared with Malfoy, you are more

You are qualified to take over the title of Black Devil - you are simply born with such strong resentment and sadness - I dare say that in the eyes of the dementors outside, you are absolutely the perfect ingredient."

"follow me."

The three of them followed Professor Heimer to the Ancient Magic Office in confusion. They had known for a long time that some of the collections in the room were missing. The most surprising thing was the change now - there were lights everywhere, and occasionally parchments appeared from

There were shouting letters floating out of the magic circle.

A voice was yelling: "Toby Highmore! Tell me! How could you ever think of provoking Veela! They will hold grudges as much as they show gratitude. Don't you understand this? Shouldn't you?

Will they be sectioned and studied?!"

"Ahem." Toby coughed hard twice, and with a simple wave of his wand, the roar letter burned out, and echoes continued to echo in the room: "Giants, fishmen, leprechauns, I've had enough - and

Dominatrix! Since when did you like to eat raw liver-"

The roar finally stopped.

Al behind the desk calmly adjusted his glasses and continued to write tomorrow's manuscript seriously - if everything goes well, it might be published in "The Quibbler" tonight.

The title is called - What if the Minister of Magic was a Dementor?

"Sit anywhere you want." Toby pointed to the sofa and said.

He waved his wand again, causing a bunch of things to float over in order - a lampshade, a camera, a microphone, a thin white cloth, and a large bottle of spray.

A skeleton kept spraying spray on Harry's face, so scared that Harry thought the professor was going to poison him.

"It's just ice water." Toby sat across from the three people and said, "It's best to make you look haggard. After a while, you can dry it hard and you will have this effect."

"Professor?" Hermione asked cautiously.

"What's going on?" Toby said after adjusting the lighting direction again.

"It's Harry." She said, "There's something not right about Harry."

Harry immediately opened his mouth to retort, but still no sound came out——

"do not move!"

Toby suddenly said, picking up the camera, and the skeleton followed suit and raised the flash: "Keep this posture and don't move, open your mouth a little wider, make your eyes more angry, and it's better to leave some tears - is it difficult? Quick, Weasley

Spray, sir! Spray on!"

Ron picked up the spray bottle in confusion, but Harry pushed it away.

"Perfect!"

With a click, the angry and sad Harry was photographed. After checking for a while with a cloth covered with a cloth, Toby said: "I can't help but ask you to be a professional model. The expression on this face is very vivid.

Especially that scar - this scar alone is worth a lot of money, let's see how the Daily Prophet will compete with us for readers -"

"Professor!" Hermione interrupted eagerly: "Harry has lost control, what should he do?"

"Don't worry." Toby smiled calmly and said, "It's not a big deal, don't you believe it? Don't you think I'm still alive and well now?"

"It sounds reasonable." Ron nodded suddenly.

Hermione was extremely depressed.

At this time, just when Harry relaxed, Toby suddenly pressed his forehead with a hand, and a lot of black mist spread from it, swirling around Harry's head.

Harry tilted his neck and suddenly passed out.

"Professor?!" Hermione looked at this scene in disbelief.

"It is indeed a good seedling." Toby's tone suddenly became much more serious: "It's so good that it shouldn't happen to a child. He shouldn't remember so many things, and he shouldn't be in such pain."

Hermione finally realized that Professor Hemmer had already noticed something was wrong with Harry.

"What happened to Harry?" Hermione asked anxiously.

"It's hard to say, Miss Granger." Toby shook his head and said, "I don't know what the reason is yet. But it is obviously wrong. I have also personally experienced pain, but it will not be as painful as Harry.

It’s so painful that you don’t feel like a human being.”

Ron was stunned—Professor Heimer was calling Harry a human being?

Not long after, Harry woke up, his complexion improved a lot, and he listened to Hermione explain in detail what had just happened.

"Professor Hemmer called you a human being." Ron whispered in Harry's ear.

Harry thought it was Ron joking, and he admired his courage for daring to make a joke about Professor Hemmer.

"Sorry, Professor." Harry said apologetically, "I shouldn't have secretly let the devil get out of control."

When he said this, he suddenly stopped talking, because this happened to be somewhat similar to Ariana's situation - at least it was consistent with losing control.

"Don't think too much." Toby said nonchalantly: "There's no need to worry about Ariana. Since the principal is willing to admit it, then we shouldn't show it so obviously. It will make the whole atmosphere wrong. Just

Even Peeves no longer makes trouble in the school, it’s been really deserted recently.”

Even though he said this, all three of them could tell that Toby's tone was a little heavy.

"Forget it." Toby suddenly said cheerfully: "Let's think of something interesting. I'm going to publish a report for you, Harry, specifically related to Sirius."

Harry was a little confused. All he knew was from newspapers, and he didn't understand much about Sirius.

Toby rubbed his chin again and said: "If the writing is more full of resentment, maybe we can really catch Sirius out - oh, I forgot to tell you, Sirius is not dead, I don't know where he is pretending to be dead now."

Harry was stunned for half a minute.

"We have to find him."

Toby looked at the camera in his hand and said: "Finding him may be the only way to truly solve the problem - but remember not to spread it everywhere, otherwise he might really die."