Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 268 Visitors

Harry never thought that he would meet Sirius again so soon. It had just happened not long ago.

"You are so adventurous!" Harry quickly lowered his voice and said.

Now he really felt that it was the right decision to find Professor Heimer in time. How could Sirius not be discovered by appearing in Hogwarts again and again?

In this way, he will be exposed sooner or later.

The eyes in the soot blinked twice, but the complete face was not yet fully revealed.

At this moment, there was a sudden movement from the passageway of the common room. Harry knew it was Professor Heimer arriving. At the same time, he noticed that the person in the fireplace quickly backed away without saying a word.

This made Harry anxious.

"Listen to me -" he quickly stopped: "You are in danger now, I - I have found a helper for you, a very reliable helper - don't go, don't go!"

However it was too late.

Toby rushed towards Harry quickly, his hair falling in front of his eyes, and his silent gaze cast into the empty fireplace.

After staring for a while, he turned back to the frustrated Harry and asked him, "Did he say anything to you?"

"No." Harry shook his head in despair, "Didn't say anything, and this time Sirius became extra vigilant. He left as soon as he heard any noise and didn't stay for a second."

"You didn't say a word?" Toby narrowed his eyes: "Then are you sure that person is Sirius?"

"What?" Harry didn't understand.

Toby asked again: "I'm saying, are you sure that the person who just appeared in the fireplace is Sirius Black? Did he leave any evidence, other than voice evidence - such as appearance? You see

Do you know what that person looks like?"

Harry suddenly became frightened, and he said tremblingly: "No, no, I only saw that person's eyes and thought it was Sirius."

"It doesn't seem to be the case now." Toby said solemnly: "Sirius was still exposed. It is estimated that someone found his hiding place and found traces of using Floo powder, so those who tracked him would think

I tried it once, and unexpectedly I happened to meet you."

"But who could that be?" Harry asked nervously.

"Who else." Toby's tone gradually became dangerous: "Gellert Grindelwald, only him and his group of so-called students. Only they know that Sirius is still alive, other than that

There won’t be anyone outside. No, we can’t wait any longer——”

Toby said suddenly, his tone as if he was about to do something startled Harry.

Kingsley Shacklebolt, this spy lurking in the Ministry of Magic, whose identity has been revealed by Toby, it is time to arrest him and interrogate him.

In fact, Toby had wanted to do this as early as the last time he went to the Three Broomsticks Tavern, but at that time his thoughts were more on Sirius's body - which was his final request to Fudge.

, the corpse turned into a skeleton must appear at the end of "The Legend of Sirius".

This is all for the convenience of getting back the magic ball. Now it is hidden in the body of the "remains", waiting for Toby to get it.

But this time is different, no one can stop him, Kingsley's problem must be solved immediately.

"Professor, what should I do?" Harry asked helplessly.

"You don't need to worry about anything." Toby said resolutely: "Now go back to sleep. I will ask Al to come over and guard the fireplace later. Don't worry, your safety will not encounter any problems."

This was not something Harry cared about at all.

"But Sirius, he-"

"Pray, Harry. I hope we can all learn the reason from him."

After saying this, Toby walked towards the entrance of the passage without looking back, leaving Harry alone. He didn't even take back the skull necklace around his neck, so that he could go to Sirius easily.

Feel free to contact Toby if this happens again - if this is still possible.

When Toby got out of the passage, he suddenly found an unexpected person outside the door.

Dumbledore appeared in front of him in his pajamas, looking extremely serious.

"Are you here to stop me?" Of course Toby thought that Dumbledore already knew the whole thing. He said angrily: "If the news comes in such a timely manner next time, I hope you can take a good look.

How can you allow that guy in Hogwarts who only causes trouble?"

Toby had already regarded Sirius's appearance as the principal's default behavior - provided that the principal could really know every detail of the school.

Judging from the current timing, it is very possible.

Dumbledore did not get angry, and even his tone was extremely calm. He asked: "Are you going to the Ministry of Magic?"

"Yeah." Toby said impatiently: "I really don't understand, that man is in prison now, why no one can cure him? Not even you?"

This had been Harry's doubt, but what he never expected was that Toby didn't understand it either.

In other words, he really understands it too well, so he pursues more powerful ancient magic, hoping to bring some changes to today's magic world.

However--

"It's too late." Dumbledore took out the latest "Evening Prophet" from his pocket. The page was turned to the middle, and an obituary was written in a small frame——

[Ministry of Magic staff: Kingsley Shacklebolt unfortunately died early tonight——]

Next is the time when his funeral will be held. Surprisingly, it happens to coincide with the celebration time, and the location is also in Hogsmeade.

Toby's palms clenched so tightly that he tore the newspaper into pieces.

"That's impossible." He said in a dark voice, which even sounded a bit like Harry's devilish hiss.

"I see!"

After a moment of silence, he looked up at Dumbledore and said: "It's Fudge and Scrimgeour - we all made a mistake about who the real middlemen were. They might have known that Kingsley and Grindelwald were a team.

Now it’s just to eliminate the evidence - before the celebration! Yes! That’s it!”

"Do you really think so?" Dumbledore looked at him disappointedly: "I believe Scrimgeour is not this kind of person. Although he has always been at odds with me, he will never bow to the dark wizard.

The same goes for Fudge, he can distinguish the seriousness of things, he will only feel that everything is under his control, and he will also not understand Kingsley's doubts."

These words directly express Toby's thoughts - he would rather believe that Fudge will resign than he can really tolerate Grindelwald's men doing things in front of him. This is not because of how righteous he is, just because of his

Don't have the guts.

Scrimgeour is brave enough, but it is impossible for this person to do such a thing. His courage will be more used to arrest Kingsley without any scruples and interrogate him several times. .

But these are not what Toby really wants to ask, they can only be regarded as a foreshadowing.

"What about you?"

His voice became lower, almost hissing, like a poisonous snake.

"I've told you long ago that Kingsley's identity is questionable, but why have you always been indifferent? If it weren't for the fact that I trust you enough, I wouldn't even be able to help thinking that you were working with Grindelwald."

Under Toby's cold gaze, Dumbledore's tone was no longer so friendly.

"Is this all you can think of?" He asked almost the same question as before, but in a completely different tone.

"It seems that you haven't been to Hogsmeade Village for a long time, and you don't know much about the situation there. If you have time, I suggest you go and take a look - by the way, don't go to the Pig's Head Bar, there It’s closed.”

After saying these words, Dumbledore left directly, openly exposing his back, and slowly disappeared at the end of the corridor.

And Toby - the expression on his face is gradually becoming embarrassed.

It turned out that Dumbledore had already thought of this, but he just never mentioned it to him.

As early as the end of the trial, Dumbledore had personally introduced to him his brother—the owner of the Pig's Head Bar, Aberforth Dumbledore.

No wonder the principal has not been in a hurry. It turns out that Aberforth has been arranged to deal with this matter.

Although he is just a bar owner, well, he is still Dumbledore's younger brother, so his skills are definitely not bad.

All that's left now is to hope that the principal won't hold a grudge.

Toby thought about his experience of coming back after more than ten years away from school. His self-confidence dropped little by little and he became no longer sure.

Probably not, right?——

Harry didn't know how he fell asleep. He didn't dare to leave the common room directly last night, and he didn't leave reluctantly until Mr. Al arrived.

Before leaving, he asked one more question, hoping to know if Sirius was okay.

But Al just drove him away impatiently, reminding him to take good care of Hedwig and so on. Every rehearsal that followed was extremely important and nothing could go wrong.

But how could this make Harry feel relieved?

After all, Sirius was his godfather, and now his life and death were unknown, and he might have been arrested again by those people.

Neither the Ministry of Magic nor Grindelwald would make it easy for Sirius.

As soon as he opened his eyes the next morning, Harry ran out of the dormitory to the surprised eyes of several people in the dormitory. He first looked carefully in the lounge and found that Mr. Al had already left early.

Ron quickly caught up.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked in surprise: "Are you so hungry? You are so anxious that you don't even bother to change your clothes. You are still wearing pajamas."

"I -" Harry stopped in time, he saw the twins walking past with smiles on their faces.

"I guess I've made a lot of money again." Ron said with jealousy: "Why can't I be like them? Do you think the prank sweater idea is still feasible? Do you need me to worry about it anymore? do it?"

"I think it's better to forget it." Hermione appeared from the other side of the stairs dressed neatly: "You should focus more on studying." She said to Ron in a teaching tone: "Fred

You and George also succeeded in making money after learning a lot, how can you compare with them now?"

"What's wrong?" Ron muttered, "Just wait, I'll be rich soon - don't you think so, Harry?"

Under Ron's gaze eager for recognition, Harry nodded perfunctorily, then immediately grabbed the two of them and said, "Hermione is here too. I have something to tell you - let's go over here and talk."

He took the injured Ron and Hermione to the corner and tried to use indirect words to explain what happened last night.

"Oh my God!" Hermione opened her mouth in surprise: "It's been one night now, Xiaotian - will he be okay?"

Ron couldn't think about making money anymore. He said worriedly: "Oh no, the prophecy method given to us by Professor Heimer has come true. What should we do now? I said, should we do another divination?"

?”

Yes, why didn't Harry think of this method?

They can also do divination.

"Let's try it now." Harry said hurriedly: "I'll go back and get the flute and meet here later."

The three people immediately dispersed and returned to their dormitories. After a while, they gathered together again and held their "scepters" for divination.

But the result was very unsatisfactory.

"It happened again." Hermione said with a headache.

The divination results of the three of them are completely inconsistent, and I don't know which one to believe.

Harry frowned and stared at his flute for a while.

"No." He suddenly said: "There is another method we haven't tried yet."

After breakfast, the three people appeared in front of a round trap door with a brass sign embedded on it: Sybill Trelawney, Divination Teacher.

"Don't tell me this is what you came up with." Ron asked with strange eyes: "Everyone knows that Professor Trelawney likes to target you the most. He will not be happy even if he sees you alive."

"It's a divination class anyway." Harry said, then looked back at Hermione: "Why do you have time to come back to class? Isn't there also arithmetic divination?"

"What did you say?" Hermione looked like she didn't hear anything. She said quickly: "There will always be a way. Come in quickly."

"What can be done about this?" Ron exclaimed, but Hermione ignored the question and was the first to walk into the classroom.

There were already many people sitting in the stuffy room, and Harry and Ron found a place to sit down together.

"Crystal ball." Ron pointed to the things on their table and said, "Today we are going to start learning about crystal balls."

Harry turned to look at Neville's table and suddenly noticed that his crystal ball was somewhat different from his own.

"It's my memory ball." Neville said to him quietly: "I plan to try it to see if it can be useful in the divination class - in case it succeeds."

"welcome--"

A voice sounded from behind the curtain, and Trelawney walked out with her unique big eyes staring at her.

"Welcome to students who have returned from their lost ways—" she said, looking at Hermione, who immediately pursed her lips.

"And you," she then turned her attention to Harry Potter.

"I can tell you have something on your mind, kid."

"What is it?" Harry suddenly asked, causing the students to look at him in shock.

But Harry couldn't control that much. He really hoped to get some revelations from Trelawney, preferably the revelation that Sirius was still safe and sound.

However--

"What you're worried about will happen."

Trelawney looked at Harry and said: "In the near future, soon, soon."

"There's no way around it."