Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 243 Eternal life, or eternal life

Office of Ancient Magic.

"To-by-Ha-Mo!"

Angela walked around the desk angrily, going around and around: "You can't just call me over so casually and tell me it's just a joke. Don't forget, I'm Wal

The vice-principal of Jiadu has a higher position than you, and he is usually very busy!"

Al held a handful of Bibi's multi-flavor beans and raised his head blankly: "Yeah? (Do you really have a job? Tell me.)"

Angela stared at Al angrily. She suddenly snatched away all the multi-flavor beans, stuffed them into her mouth, and said vaguely: "What does this have to do with you? You don't even have a formal position."

None, Xiang Xiang, don’t get involved in wizard matters——"

Al was not angry at all. He took out a pocket watch, stared at the star hands on it, and counted down silently in his heart.

"Ya-yah-yah!"

"It kills me!"

Angela spurted flames from her nose and mouth, her face suddenly turned the color of ruby, and her hair exploded little by little.

"Where's the milk? Give me what I'm thirsty for! What do you usually eat? Why does it taste so strong? You won't become like Toby and smell like alcohol in the future. It smells terrible."

Toby, who was thinking about it, came back to his senses. He glanced at Angela who was swallowing ice lemon juice, then looked at the multi-flavor beans that Al had secretly stuffed into his hand at some point, and then raised one.

finger--

"boom!"

"Yeah yeah yeah!"

Al covered his head and rushed towards Toby, but he easily grabbed the back of his neck and picked him up, unable to reach him with his short claws.

"Stop it."

Toby put Al down, patted the remaining chili powder on his palm and said: "You guys can help me think about it, why is the principal just unwilling to lend me the crown? He would rather go to see Helena in person.

What could be the reason for doing this?”

Angela slapped her palms back and forth in front of her mouth, she hissed and said: "What else could it be because of - hiss - it's not because you - hiss - did too many bad things - hiss - the result

You are being targeted by Dumbledore. If you ask me, you should leave Hogwarts as soon as possible. This may be Dumbledore's warning to you. If you do something wrong again, you may not know what will happen."

Angela always wanted to persuade Toby to leave Hogwarts, and it would be best to never come back. She believed that one day the two people would become enemies because of their different ideas, and who would win and who would lose then - OK

Well, of course Toby has the smallest chance of winning, so Angela hopes that Toby can leave quickly.

Al didn't agree, but he had a vague idea of ​​it, staring at Toby in a daze without saying a word.

Toby rubbed his furry little head and said, "That's not okay. I finally came back, how could I leave so easily? Otherwise, wouldn't I have vomited it in vain after drinking Gamp."

"What does this mean?" Angela asked doubtfully: "What Gamp wine? What are you going to do when you come back? And what is so important?"

Toby was silent for a while.

"Archaeology." He suddenly smiled and said, "Of course it's archeology, otherwise what else could it be?"

"I don't believe it." Angela narrowed her eyes and muttered: "Your expression now is exactly the same as before you took away the scepter. You must not be telling the truth."

"This is the truth." Toby swung his wand and let the white tissue fly to Angela, gesturing for her to wipe off her sweat first: "And speaking of which, I have one more thing to get rid of you. This time you

It’s not in vain.”

"You can just write a letter!" Angela shouted dissatisfied, and then asked warily: "What is it? You don't want me to meet Helena, do you? Will I run into Dumbledore?"

"

"No, it's not." Toby shook his head and said, "It's the devil's business. When you go back, tell Ajinbad (Principal Wagadu) that the time of handing over the devil to him may have to be changed, but it won't be too big."

Late, at most it will be before next year’s summer vacation.”

"This has more than doubled the time." Angela frowned and said: "I'm not sure whether the principal will be willing to listen to me. And, to be precise, he took me in. I can't say anything in front of him.

.”

"It's very simple." Toby leaned over and whispered, staring directly at Angela: "You just need to tell him that I promise to give him the opportunity to enter this year after the Mason Gate matures - so that he

You should be satisfied."

Angela asked doubtfully: "Really?"

"Of course." Toby said confidently: "You have to know that I am not the only one studying ancient magic. Akinbad is also interested in it. He is even the most interested principal among all magic schools."

This is related to the particularity of Wagadu - wandless spellcasting is the form of spellcasting closest to ancient magic. It has a longer history than the wand. Even the earliest founder has not recorded it. It is also difficult to record. I guess

At least it's an era older than the Dark Ages.

Maybe wizards at that time were still monkeys.

"What about Helena and the crown?" Angela asked before leaving, "Do you really not need my help?"

"No need." Toby shook his head and said, "I believe the principal will give me an answer. If you are not satisfied, I will tell you something else."

Shortly after Angela left Hogwarts, the principal's office welcomed a special guest.

"Principal Dumbledore," Helena's ghost walked through the door, and she couldn't knock on the door: "I heard Nick said that you are looking for me. If it is related to the celebration, then forget it, I am not very good.

Love the excitement—what is that?”

Her eyes were frozen, staring motionlessly at something placed on the desk - it looked very old, far less glamorous than before, and had gradually lost its charming color.

"Please sit down, Helena." Dumbledore said gently: "Please forgive me for not informing you in advance, because I am really busy with too many things recently, and you should have heard some of it."

Even though she had turned into a silver ghost, she could still tell that Helena's face had turned red. It was hard to say what the reason was, but maybe there was anger, guilt, and guilt.

After staring at each other in silence for a long time, Helena gave up her plan to turn around and leave.

"Did Barrow tell you?" she asked with a frown: "Only he knows my real name, and no information will be leaked except to him."

"About this matter -" Dumbledore rubbed his eyebrows and said: "The process may be more complicated than you think. The matter of me getting your mother's crown is even more difficult to explain in a few words -"

"So, you know?" Helena interrupted suddenly, as if she took Dumbledore's words as an insult: "I know very well what mistakes I have made, and I will leave without you opening your mouth. After all, you

He is the principal and has the authority to deal with any ghost in the school."

"Wait a minute, Ms. Helena." Dumbledore said tiredly: "Maybe I haven't had much contact with you, so you misunderstood me. I didn't expect you to be so decisive. Well, I didn't think about it.

I want to drive you away——"

"That's even worse!" Helena suddenly said loudly: "Are you coveting the power of the crown? You want to figure out how to use it from me? This is impossible!"

Dumbledore sighed deeply.

"I already know." He said in a calm tone.

Helena was stunned.

"Know what?" she asked.

"Know the secret hidden in the crown." Dumbledore gestured to the chair opposite the desk. This time Helena did not refuse. She walked over and sat down at a loss. She heard Dumbledore continue: "Of course, I also

Know that no one but Lady Ravenclaw knows how to use the diadem - and that includes you, Helena, so you don't have to worry about it anymore."

"How is this possible?" Helena was still doubtful. Of course she didn't know how to use the crown correctly, otherwise she wouldn't have been caught up by Barrow in the first place.

"Nothing is impossible." Dumbledore said: "In fact, it is much simpler than I thought - it may be difficult for some people, but for others, it may be extremely difficult.

Easy."

"For example -" he suddenly emphasized, "Voldemort, and his former name, Tom Riddle. Do you mind talking to me about this, Helena?"

This was a development that Helena had never expected. She originally thought that Dumbledore would be pursuing her for stealing the crown - that was the biggest mistake in her life, and she still cannot forgive herself to this day.

——

The night is getting darker.

The students had already finished their short weekend break and all returned to school, sharing the candies they bought and the interesting things that happened today.

But today's topic is a bit special - it is related to Professor Heimer. The fight between him and Snape on the carriage was still seen by students from a distance. Of course, these people did not dare to show up at the scene.

But after it was over, I couldn't help but mutter: "Why did they start fighting again? Weren't they classmates before? They are all from the same college."

"Oh, why haven't you understood yet? Professor Hemmer is obviously anti-Slytherin. Haven't you listened to the class he taught in the first year?"

"I remember part of it, but there is another part that I can never forget - Professor Heimer's blood theory was really amazing. He actually concluded that there are no pure-blood wizards in the magic world. There was a lot of trouble at that time."

"That is to say, look at Snape, does he think so? It doesn't look like him at all. I'm curious about how they got along when they were in school - eh, do you think they are the same person?

If we live in the same dormitory, wouldn’t we have to fight every day?”

"I don't think it's possible." Ron's mouth was filled with toffee, and he raised his eyebrows at Harry and Hermione: "If they are really from the same dormitory, then at least one of them will not be able to graduate successfully - you understand

I mean, it's like putting Neville and Malfoy in the same dormitory - I mean Neville now, not when school first started."

Harry silently expressed his agreement, scanning the college magazine line by line, and finally looked away in disappointment.

"Are you looking for today's news reports?" Hermione asked keenly.

"Yeah." Harry said, "How come such a big thing wasn't reported? Aren't The Quibbler and the Daily Prophet always at odds? Have any of you seen-"

"No need." Fred said, waving a recent copy of the "Evening Prophet," which is a newspaper published especially in the evening. "There's nothing on it. I guess Fudge has given in. You don't know."

How embarrassed he has been lately."

"Then how did you know?" Ron asked curiously.

"You have to ask the amazing Mr. Al." George said mysteriously, and winked proudly at Harry - this was what happened during the day, when they handed Mr. Al the map of the live points.

Harry was also present, holding his Invisibility Cloak.

Ron shook his head from side to side and looked at them.

"Hey!" He said angrily: "You are secretly studying some magic array items, right? How could you leave me behind? I am your biological brother!"

Fred rolled his eyes, and George smacked his lips in disgust.

Ron suddenly became a little embarrassed, but he couldn't tell why.

"What happened to them?" he could only ask Hermione, pretending to be nonchalant.

Hermione shook her head and said very disappointedly: "You are really hopeless. Don't accidentally turn into a goblin."

"How is that possible!" Ron said angrily.

Fred and George held him up and laughed: "This is not bad, at least it is better than the ghoul."

At the same time, in the ancient magic office.

Al shook his body vigorously, picked up a towel and wiped his head vigorously, making a mess of the fluff. He just smoothed it out carefully. After it looked much smoother, he finally put on his nightcap and put it on.

The down that had finally been smoothed down was all pressed down again.

"Yeah?" It poked its head and looked at Toby, who was sitting quietly behind the desk, and asked him how long he wanted to wait. Dumbledore didn't say that he would definitely come back to see him today.

"You go to bed first, I'll wait." Toby said, tapping the table lightly with his fingers, making a slight sound.

Just when Al was about to have a good sleep, he suddenly noticed a flash of light in his peripheral vision, which looked quite familiar.

"coming!"

Toby picked up Fox's feather, grabbed the note underneath, and moved his arm so that Al, who was rushing over quickly, could see it clearly.

The note contained only one line, much shorter than Toby had imagined.

"If I invite you again, will you join the Order of the Phoenix, Toby?"

Order of the Phoenix?

That organization formed by Dumbledore specifically to fight against Voldemort?

Toby couldn't wait until the next day to reply. He hurried out of the office and came to the corridor. Al couldn't help but follow him out of curiosity.

"ah!"

"What? Are you asking the principal if he will recruit a Niffler? Don't worry, even if he doesn't agree, I will think of a way - an assistant. Even if I join the Order of the Phoenix, I will still need an assistant."

"Yeah!" Al was very excited. Does this count as a promotion?

In the principal's office, Dumbledore was indeed not asleep. He seemed to have expected that Toby would rush over unexpectedly and was waiting for him quietly behind his desk.

"What's going on, principal?" Toby asked as soon as he came in: "Is the mysterious man resurrected? Isn't the Order of the Phoenix specifically designed to deal with him?"

"It's worse than that, Toby."

Dumbledore said in an unprecedented solemn tone: "Maybe it won't be long before Voldemort can really achieve his goal of eternal life."

"How is that possible?" Toby asked in surprise, then suddenly realized: "It's a crown! What secrets are hidden in the crown? The mysterious man has also studied the crown thoroughly?"

"That's it." Dumbledore said: "Eternal life is still eternal life. It's not just Voldemort who is trying to get eternal life, there are also some other people -"

"This also includes Salazar Slytherin, and Rowena Ravenclaw."

Fox's feathers continued to turn into flames to convey more news, and the light in the room flickered, illuminating the shocked faces of Toby and Al.

After a long time, he asked dryly:

"what did you say?!"