Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 231 Time Turner

No matter how turbulent the wizarding world is, life in school must go on.

Al was extremely dissatisfied with this.

It wants students to take a break and go home and stay indoors.

Because since Hagrid used sniffing as a teaching material, there are always students who will try to contact Al using those methods.

But Al doesn't like brushes at all! And he doesn't like digging holes in the grass!

It does like shiny things - such as gold, but why doesn't anyone give it gold?

But this didn't make the students give up. Hagrid repeatedly emphasized that maybe their method was wrong, and that's what they should do to take care of Sniff - use shiny objects to seduce it, and then catch it easily, thinking

Knead it however you like.

Ron took these words to heart.

Office of Ancient Magic.

Ron waved a sparkling glass ball left and right, dangling in front of Al.

Al sat behind his desk and stared at him as if he were a fool.

Ron felt that Al seemed to despise him.

"Why doesn't it work?" He said to himself: "I like it even if it's a little bit."

Dot and Dot is the mouse that Toby transferred to Ron. Ron has already changed his name.

Al's expression became even more disdainful - actually comparing it to a mouse?

"ah!"

It pulled out a small shovel and chased Ron around, knocking him and making him howl.

"concentrate."

On the sofa on the other side of the office, Toby stared into Harry's eyes and said.

Harry immediately straightened up and sat down, motionless.

He saw Professor Heimer condensing a black smoke from his palm as if by magic, which looked extremely ominous.

Harry resisted and let the black mist settle on his head, as if it wanted to dig into the scar on his forehead. The feeling was cold and hard to describe, as if there was a disgusting thorn piercing it.

holding his head.

Just when Harry was about to spit it out, Toby finally took back the black mist. He took out a small bottle, handed it to Harry and said, "Put it on your nose and smell it for a while. It will make you feel better."

of."

Harry quickly did as he was told, and when he put the bottle under his nose, he immediately smelled a pungent fragrance, warm and strange, but not so disgusting anymore.

Toby stared at Harry thoughtfully, and after Harry nodded to indicate that he was much better, he said in a low voice: "The situation is very bad, Harry. I have no way of knowing what caused the increase in your devilish scar.

It was supposed to be a clue, after all, it was left by the mysterious person for you, but you can’t see anything yet.”

This is an inspection, focusing on the recent incident where Harry's demon was out of control.

Ron covered his head and ran over and asked: "Then do you have a way to cure him, Professor?"

"I'm not sick," Harry said dissatisfied, and then asked: "I'm not sick, right, Professor?"

He is also not sure what caused his demon to lose control, and whether it has anything to do with him.

"Not yet." Toby said irresponsibly: "As long as the test cannot detect it, of course you are not sick."

He continued to say to the stunned two people: "This is the most wonderful thing about ancient magic. You never know when you will kill yourself - or in other words, you never know when you will become ancient magic."

A part of magic, making a great contribution to the magical world - wouldn't it be easier to accept it this way?"

Harry and Ron shook their heads silently.

"Ouch!"

"pain!"

Al took a small shovel and gave each of them a blow, which made them immediately cover their heads.

"Then will I need to come here again, Professor?" Harry asked, rubbing his head.

"No need for now." Toby waved his hand and said, "I can't check anything anyway, so it's just a waste of time."

Toby's attitude confused them.

After arriving in the corridor, Ron whispered: "Is it possible that Professor Hemmer thinks you are hopeless?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Harry said worriedly: "Probably not. The ancient magic that Professor Hemmer has studied for so long is still alive and well."

"But we haven't seen his devil either." Ron said, "It can't be Mr. Al, can it?"

"The colors are quite similar." Harry agreed, but he didn't take it seriously. How could there be a stable devil like Mr. Al?

I have never seen it want to kill everyone.

Hermione was waiting for them in the common room. She didn't go with them, which was evident from the pile of homework and reference books she had on hand - she really couldn't spare the time.

"How's it going?" Hermione asked in a bad tone, looking a little anxious.

"It's okay." Harry said in a different way: "Professor Heimer said that I don't need to go to him anymore, so it should be fine."

"Not bad." Hermione stared straight at a book called "Potions Encyclopedia" and said without turning her head: "Have you seen Mr. Al? Does the Star Ball work?"

"It's not very useful." Ron took out the star ball and tossed it: "If it's just shiny, it doesn't seem to be that attractive to Mr. Al - huh? What are you writing about?"

Hermione said angrily: "Of course I crossed out the things that are not very useful! I can't give Hagrid the wrong homework! If I had known better, I wouldn't have agreed to him observing Mr. Al -

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"I told you before, but you didn't listen," Ron muttered.

"That's because I was thinking about the Divination class!" Hermione suddenly yelled, causing everyone around her to look over.

Harry couldn't believe what he saw - he swore that Hermione was so close to saying "damn", or maybe even something worse.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron asked in fright.

Hermione slapped the book loudly, stuffed it randomly into her bag, and walked away angrily without looking back, leaving Harry and Ron standing there not knowing what to do. They were both frightened.

To be honest, for a moment, they vaguely saw the shadow of Dean McGonagall in Hermione, and it looked a bit like Professor Hemmer asking if she had finished her homework.

Hermione was angry for a reason.

She has been very busy recently, very, very, very busy. She is so busy that she has to use the time converter multiple times a day. She is afraid of missing any course. Even when she doesn't have enough time to do homework, she will secretly use it for a while.

In other words, she had been studying for nearly two days recently, but only slept for one night.

There was a reason why she became so anxious.

Time converter.

Dean McGonagall made it clear to her when she first started school that she must not tell anyone about the time turner. Of course Hermione did it. Although there were occasional omissions, Harry and Ron really couldn't have imagined that there would be such things.

This kind of magical magic item exists, but it's just that Hermione has become more elusive, or they have misjudged it.

But Hermione couldn't help but be anxious.

Ministry of Magic.

Time turners are specially approved by the Ministry of Magic. Only after the school applies for one can one be used in classes for outstanding students.

but!

How could Hermione not understand what happened recently?

The Ministry of Magic is just about to start a war with Hogwarts!

According to rumors from senior students, the Aurors are preparing for war in Hogsmeade, and the formation looks a bit like the goblin rebellion described in "The History of Magic".

Who knows if this is true or not.

But Hermione knew that the conflict between the principal and Fudge must be real. The two newspapers were quarreling back and forth, and neither one was willing to give in.

In this way, Hermione herself could predict when her time turner would be taken away by the Ministry of Magic.

She had dreamed of this scene many times - Fudge looked at her with disgust, then snatched the time turner away from her hand, and said to her fiercely: "I don't like you.

Headmaster, give it to me, and I guarantee that it will never appear in Hogwarts again! And it will never appear in your hands!"

But Hermione hasn't finished learning Arithmancy yet!

There are also Muggle Studies and other elective courses.

Hermione hasn't even finished studying yet!

Is this the first school year that I'm going to fail?

Hermione thought desperately. In order to avoid such an outcome, she had worked very hard to prepare for her homework in advance. Each subject was taught faster than the professor taught it, just so that she could pass the exam smoothly even without the time turner.

But she gradually couldn't hold on any longer.

And now it's even worse - instead of studying, she is wandering around the castle with her backpack!

"Miss Granger."

Dean McGonagall suddenly appeared from the corner of the stairs. She held down Hermione's shoulders to prevent her from hitting the pillar in such a daze: "Since when did you stop looking at the road? Forget it, follow me.

Come."

Looks like today is the day.

Hermione sadly followed Dean McGonagall to the Transfiguration Professor's office.

As soon as they sat down, Hermione asked pitifully: "Are you going to take the time turner back?"

Dean McGonagall looked a little surprised. She said, "I meant this. How did you know it in advance? Principal Dumbledore found me not long ago, and it has only been less than ten minutes."

"because."

Um?

Hermione blinked.

Principal Dumbledore?

Will the Ministry of Magic contact Principal Dumbledore specifically?

In these sensitive times?

You shouldn't inform Dean McGonagall directly.

But no matter who asked, Hermione couldn't refuse.

After handing the time turner to Dean McGonagall, Hermione reluctantly asked, "Will I have another chance to use it in the future?"

Dean McGonagall briefly checked the time turner, then looked up at Hermione's ugly complexion, and frowned in dissatisfaction.

"Perhaps you should go to the school hospital and have a look." She said, "Otherwise, even if there is no problem with the time converter, I will have to think carefully about whether you should use it again - how many hours have you spent in a day?

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How could something go wrong with a time turner?

Hermione couldn't understand.

She obviously used it well and never made a mistake.

After Hermione left the office, Dean McGonagall went all the way to the principal's office and handed the time turner to Dumbledore who was waiting there.

She seemed hesitant to speak.

"What's the matter?" Dumbledore asked with a smile: "If you have something to say, just say it. At this time, there is no need for more concealment between us."

Headmistress McGonagall is an exception at Hogwarts.

She is the only one who knows about the existence of Dumbledore's sister, and also knows what happened to Ariana.

This is also related to Mag's fruitless love when he was young.

When she learned that the man she loved married a farmer's daughter, she was deeply shocked and saddened by it, crying secretly alone in an empty classroom.

At that time, she had just resigned from the Ministry of Magic and had not joined Hogwarts for a long time. So few people knew that she had liked each other with a Muggle, but due to some reasons related to the influence of the "Secrecy Act"

And gave up on this relationship.

Fortunately, Dumbledore found her in time, comforted McGonagall for a while, and then told McGonagall's story.

The heart-to-heart conversation that night established a trusting relationship between these two reserved people who did not like to talk about personal matters, and also laid the foundation for their long-term mutual respect and friendship.

"I think a lot of people want to ask you recently, but don't dare to ask this question." McGonagall finally said: "So, are you okay, Albus?"

"It's hard to say how good it is." Dumbledore replied earnestly: "But it can't be worse, can it?"

McGonagall nodded thoughtfully. She saw a reassuring look in Dumbledore's eyes, so there should be no problem.

After McGonagall left, Dumbledore began to carefully look at the time turner in his hand.

This was the reminder that Toby brought to him.

If Kingsley is really Grindelwald's subordinate, is it possible——

In fact, Grindelwald had already been prepared to deal with Dumbledore before the start of school this year.

Not just the meeting in Azkaban, but something else.

For example, Hogwarts applied for a time-turner from the Ministry of Magic during the summer vacation.

Now that Grindelwald found a way to repair the magic orb in the Department of Mysteries, it shouldn't be difficult for him to influence a time-turner.

The process went surprisingly smoothly.

The secret is hidden in the hourglass hanging on the golden necklace. There is a layer of fine silver sand inside, and the color is very light. Even if you look carefully, you won't find anything wrong.

But Dumbledore still saw it.

Because this is really similar to the Blood Pact, they are all small things in glass bottles.

After taking out this layer of silver sand, it immediately melted in Dumbledore's hands and turned into a pool of flowing silver substance.

This is obviously a memory that was deliberately extracted.

Dumbledore sprinkled his memories into the pensieve and watched as Grindelwald's figure emerged from it. The location was still on the broken wooden bed in Nurmengard.

This is simply the simplest evidence. As long as Dumbledore hands over this memory to the Ministry of Magic, no one will dare to blatantly deny Dumbledore's statement - Grindelwald is indeed capable of extracting information from Nurmengard.

Escape.

It seems that even Grindelwald in the memory screen has thought of this.

"Don't rush to hand me over to those stupid guys." He said in a slight voice, as if he had expected that Dumbledore would watch this memory with his own eyes and talk to him from afar.

"I think they all thought wrong, didn't they? In other words, what they think now is the real thing - the White Devil, what a resounding name."

Dumbledore's brows wrinkled little by little.

"I originally wanted to leave this matter until the end." Grindelwald continued: "But, I think we all don't have enough patience anymore, so I will just ask you through this memory."

There was a brief pause, and then a deep voice sounded——

"Albus Dumbledore, did you kill Ariana with your own hands and then resurrect her?"

"Perhaps this sentence is familiar to you." Grindelwald whispered: "You are dealing with the devil——"

"Albus Dumbledore."