Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 279 Second Stage

Since enrolling at Hogwarts, the third year can be regarded as Harry's busiest school year - because his classes have inexplicably increased.

First, before school started, Harry studied devils with Professor Hemmer for a while. Finally, on the night of his birthday, he accidentally learned how to operate the recorder and created a dark rune snake, which was his devil.

Then there was Professor Heimer's special tutoring - teaching him how to deal with the soul left by Voldemort in his body.

Then there was the teacher recognition ceremony, and Harry actually needed to teach Dumbledore. He felt that he didn't know much magic, and the only thing he could use seemed to be the devil, so he had to use the knowledge taught to him by Professor Highmore.

Speak it out.

Now, the first and third periods of classes have ended, leaving only Professor Heimer's special tutoring.

If we take it seriously, this actually includes Professor Lupine, because while he was teaching Ron and Hermione the Patronus, Harry would also be there to listen and try to learn.

Currently, none of the three of them can really summon the Patronus. Only Hermione succeeded once by chance, but it was just a faint silver smoke.

But the other part of the course is a little different.

That is Professor Haimer's personal tutoring.

During this period of time, Professor Heimer's personal tutoring has not stopped. No matter how busy he seems, he will always select a period of time on a certain day on the weekend to lead Harry and the three to that magical classroom (

Room of Requirement), and the scene will be different every time the class is held - the first time is near the temple, and later it becomes other ruins: a palace in the snowy mountains, an underground cave, a fortress in the desert, almost everything

have.

Harry guessed that this was because Professor Hemmer was adding an air of mystery to his classes, in order to make the three of them more vigilant.

This was so effective that even Ron, who liked to cheer the most, didn't dare to relax in this lesson.

Because what they have to face is the real devil.

Not only Professor Heimer's textbooks, but occasionally Professor Heimer himself - he has become almost exactly like the devil. I don't know how he did it. The strangest thing is that it is difficult for people to understand why he is still alive and well.

of.

You know, the devil is a creature that has experienced torture.

Professor Heimer has already said that he speculates that the devil is a punishment imposed by a group of wizards on another group of wizards, turning them into devils that can never be freed. They cannot even commit suicide and can only live in pain.

Faced with such a terrible example, Harry never could have guessed that he had actually gained something - his recorder.

In an accidental process, Harry tried to use him to cast a spell. But what he never expected was that even after his Parselton playing stopped, the recorder still cast a levitating spell, making Ron's

The ink bottle fell from the sofa and landed on his magic circle sweater.

Harry apologized to Ron for a long time, because the sweater made it look like Ron had committed some heinous crime, and the reprimands that followed were more violent than ever before.

"It looks more and more like my mother now." Ron said bitterly at the time.

This incident gave Harry a guess - could he also make a self-casting wand?

This is what Cedric has dreamed of.

Harry had heard him mention more than once that as long as he could create a self-casting wand, he could be kept in confinement for any number of days.

What happened next was very simple. Harry tried to take two exams. He had no psychological barriers to voting for Dumbledore and Professor Highmore. By the way, he was able to win two points for Gryffindor House.

, which is considered a very good result.

But Professor Heimer completely rejected him.

"This exam does not count as your passing. It has nothing to do with the auto-casting wand. It's about time for you to enter the next stage of tutoring, Harry."

After Toby finished speaking, he raised his head and looked at Dobby who was waiting to become a teaching material, Neville who was looking at the Mason door with a dull expression, and Hermione who was racking her brains to compete with the bottle of fire - by the way

By the way, she had turned the bottle of fire into a cat uglier than Crookshanks, with hair that could pierce the floor, and eyes that protruded outward, making it look very scary.

"Children, especially you, Miss Granger - before you damage any more of my floors, I want to inform you that today's assessment is over for the time being - or do you plan to accept it - let me see,

How about this one that still has a skull head? Let it look at you?"

Hermione was ashamed and changed the cat back to its original form. She didn't want to stay any longer.

Neville also felt that it would be better for him to go back and check the information first. He knew that Professor Hemmer had such a special collection, but he never knew what to call it, and he had never seen it in a book.

As for Dobby, of course he listens to the respected Professor Heimer and won't hesitate at all - I guess he would agree even if he were asked to jump into a pit of fire.

What a silly little elf.

"Harry, why don't you leave?"

Hermione blushed and turned back, not even daring to look at Professor Heimer. Of course, she ignored the damaged floors - she secretly tried to repair them, but there was something wrong with those floors. They didn't seem to be ordinary wood.

, cannot be restored.

At this moment, Harry was a little touched, and Hermione didn't forget to ask him to go together in such an embarrassing situation.

As expected of Gryffindor, who is known for his bravery - I don't know what identity Harry took for himself to have this somewhat weird idea.

"Mr. Potter still needs to wait for a while before leaving. His assessment is more complicated and he cannot leave now."

Hermione nodded sheepishly at Professor Heimer, her movements seemed extremely stiff, her face became even stiffer, and then she almost hit the door frame. Fortunately, Al pulled her back with enough strength that the hairs stood on end.

After Hermione was the last one to leave, Al just looked at the wooden door distressedly for signs of damage when he heard Toby say to it: "Al, go hang the sign against disturbing the door. If any more students come to attend,

After the assessment, let them go find Severus, it’s time for him to do some work. Also, call the armor over, you know where it is.”

Harry watched Al's expression suddenly become serious, and then he saw it directing the two skeletons in the room. They walked out of the door one by one, one turned left and went straight to the stairs, and the other hung a ring around his neck.

A large piece of parchment with crooked writing on it - [Go to Severus. Go to Severus].

But this is still the skull without a head. When it stands at the door, it looks so weird and weird.

Then Al completed the two tasks assigned by Toby without leaving the house, leaving Harry dumbfounded.

"Mr. Potter, I have some questions to ask you."

"Yes, Professor, feel free to ask." Harry responded nervously. Ever since he learned about devils, Professor Heimer would sometimes call him Harry directly. He was rarely so serious.

Toby sat upright on the sofa chair. He stared directly at Harry opposite him, his gaze hidden behind his hair. Compared with when he first returned to Hogwarts, his curly hair had become much thicker.

I can't see where his eyes are at all.

"Have you heard anyone whispering in your ear lately?" Toby asked, his tone cold.

Harry tried to think about it for a while, then he stuttered and said, "No, Professor, I'm sure not."

"Then do you feel that your body is out of control?"

"No, Professor"

"What about the voices in your head? What about the thoughts that tempt you to transform into other creatures? Like five-legged monsters? In short, the kind that make you not want to be human."

"I still want to be a human being, a wizard is better"

"So do you have a crush?"

".ah?"

"Answer my question! Mr. Potter, this is very important - do you have the urge to cut off your admirer's hand and sew it onto a hat? It would be better to describe the type of hat you like, which is felt.

Hat? Or wide-brimmed hat?”

"Of course I don't, Professor! I really don't!"

"Does it mean that you don't have a crush on someone? Or does it mean that you don't have the idea of ​​cutting off the other person's arm?"

"No, I swear to God, I promise Merlin, Professor, you don't want to send me to Azkaban, do you?"

Although his vision was obscured, Harry still saw the corners of Toby's mouth curl up.

"How could it be?" Toby said with a smile: "Azkaban? That's not as safe as my pharaoh's coffin. Now that I think about it, it's really sad. It's gone. Alas. I really miss being locked up in it. I just

The days when you can hear mummies banging outside.”

Al, who was guarding the door, nodded sadly. How much gold had it lost?

Harry looked back in panic, as if looking for something that could replace the Pharaoh's coffin - the Mason door looked good, and it was very suitable for confining a young wizard like him who was a great threat.

No body will be found.

"Forget it," Toby said, tapping the table lightly, making Harry jump.

"It seems that you are not affected by any other weird things." Toby shook his head and said with regret.

Harry tried his best not to ask Professor Hemmer why he felt regretful. He pressed his right fist with his left hand, almost pinching the skin on the back of his hand.

The inquiry seems to have ended here.

Harry waited quietly for a while. When he gradually regained his composure, he found that Professor Hemmer had no intention of speaking.

So he asked tentatively: "Professor?"

"What's wrong?" Toby was rummaging for something, even bending under the table.

Harry didn't know what to do for a moment. His mind was confused, so he bent down, looked under the table and asked: "Are the questions you just asked possible to encounter when studying devils? Yes, too.

Is this happening to me?”

Toby had bent his body lower and lower, and said without raising his head: "Are you talking about the problems just now? Don't think too much, Harry, I'm just eliminating some unnecessary risks, who knows

Will you make a mistake? Ancient magic is such a dangerous thing - I found it, it turns out to be here."

Harry saw Professor Heimer take out a black notebook from under the corner of the table, the cover of which had been forcibly dented. At the same time, the door of the office opened, revealing a skull with a head and a shiny

Armor jingled as he walked in.

Snapped.

Toby slapped the notebook on the table, wiped the dust on it with disgust, and then reached out to call the armor over.

"Swallow it," Toby said, handing it over.

The loud howl appeared almost at the same time. Harry immediately covered his ears, and the scar began to hurt. He closed his eyes subconsciously, tears streaming down his face from the pain, and his consciousness also fell a little bit.

"Harry, Harry, don't sleep!"

Harry thought the place where he woke up would be a hospital, but he didn't expect that he would still be on the sofa chair in the ancient magic office.

Nothing changed in the room, only the black notebook disappeared.

There is also armor, its faceplate is flipping up and down, as if it is burping.

"Me, me." Harry murmured, his palm still pressing the scar unconsciously.

"Look at your appearance." Toby frowned and looked at Harry's miserable appearance. He took a tissue and wiped away the tears from Harry's eyes with great force - this time Harry learned a lesson.

, he quickly took off his glasses, grinning while keeping the temples from being broken, but he forgot that he could have asked himself to do this.

"Harry, Harry, if you can't bear this little pain, what will you do in the future?"

"I can hold it back." Harry said with force, "I was beaten by Dudley a lot when I was a kid. It was almost as easy as eating and drinking."

Toby clicked his tongue and looked at Harry's pitiful and ridiculous appearance. He shook his head and accurately threw the tissue into the trash can in the corner of the office.

"Stand up." Toby ordered, his tone even sounded ruthless: "Stand up straight, it will be time to suffer."

Harry immediately did as he was told. His legs were so weak at first that he almost didn't fall again. Fortunately, he held down the armrest of the sofa in time and stood up straight.

Toby walked up to the armor that stopped belching. He murmured to himself: "You must be very unwilling. You have thought of so many ways to escape. Do you really think I don't know? There are 134 ways."

Ah, they’re all gone now, they’re all gone.”

There was a slight roar inside the armor. It opened its visor and spit out a small black ball. Toby caught it with his hand and handed it to Harry.

"Swallow it."

Harry's lips were trembling. He looked at the things in Professor Heimer's hands in horror, and then looked up at Professor Heimer's face.

"Are you sure?" he asked tremblingly.

He was answered by a strong hand, and Harry thought his teeth were going to be broken.

Something thick, cold, and exuding cold air was stuffed into Harry's mouth. Without moving his throat, it slipped directly in and stuck in his esophagus, almost making him suffocate.

Harry stared at Professor Heimer with wide eyes. He rolled his eyes and didn't hear the next words until the end.

However, what Harry didn't see was that after he passed out, Toby ordered the skeleton to carry his body to the sofa, and then he opened his sleeves. The magic circle engraved on his body was slightly fanning with light.

The armor automatically untied and was put on Toby bit by bit - the devil trapped inside was like crazy, drilling into Toby's body along his mouth, ears, nostrils, and eyes, causing his skin to tremble violently.

Encourage.

After the devil disappeared and the final helmet was attached to his head, Toby gave Al one final instruction: "Remember to watch the door, but don't let the principal see this. Otherwise"

"He will definitely worry to death about his two students."

Al nodded seriously.

Toby fell all over and fell to the ground without making any sound.

It was only then that Al's eyes became worried.

"Yeah." It said weakly, and asked the skeleton with the head to come over and help, moving Toby to a more comfortable position where he could lie down.

At this moment, there was a knock on the office door.

Draco Malfoy shouted outside the door: "Professor Heimer, are you in there? I brought my work over, and I'm here to take the assessment by the way!"

"Believe me, Professor, give me a chance, I won't lose to that guy Lovegood!"