Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 294 James Potter?

Backstage at a theater show.

Listening to the extremely familiar voice of James in front of him, Sirius was completely stunned.

"This is impossible." He murmured: "I have seen your body with my own eyes. You should have died long ago."

"I know it's really easy to scare people." James said with a smile: "But I didn't expect you to be alive at first. This time we are even."

"Even?" Sirius said in confusion: "How can this be considered even? You have been dead for more than ten years, but I have only been dead for less than half a year."

He suddenly came back to his senses and suddenly thought of more things worth thinking about.

"You can't be alive unless you also surrendered to Grindelwald? Just like Regulus? Why would you do this?"

The smile on James' face faded, and he sighed and said: "It can't be considered a refuge, but he did rescue me. To this day, I still don't know how he did it. Resurrected from the dead?

This shouldn't exist, should it?"

"Yeah." Sirius's eyes became more confused, and he became more alert little by little.

"Have you seen Harry?" he asked suddenly.

"What?" James was stunned for a moment.

"I ask you, have you met Harry?" Sirius gradually said in a more serious tone: "Is the first thing you did after you came back to life to come to me instead of seeing Harry? He is your child.

.”

Just as the atmosphere between the two gradually became abnormal, several familiar voices came from the front desk, and they were getting closer and closer to them.

"Ah (Principal, why are you here? Can you not ask me about Toby? I'm just a Sniff, don't make it too difficult for me. I shouldn't make decisions for him casually unless you are willing to bring me a

A bottle of firewhiskey or something.)”

"I don't think so, Al. Sticking to the bottom line is a very good quality, and it shouldn't be broken by me - let me ask you, did you just see someone go backstage?"

"Yeah (backstage? There seems to be nothing there, right? Isn't it just a corpse?)"

Sirius and James exchanged glances at the same time.

"Don't go." Sirius said immediately.

"It's late, man." The vivid expression on the wizard's face gradually disappeared, leaving James' last words: "Can you believe it? This time I really just came to see you. As for Harry, he

He is still alive and well, I shouldn't bother him."

"Farewell, Sirius."

The moment Dumbledore just walked into the background, the wizard suddenly passed out and fell to the ground involuntarily.

"Ah?" Al, who also walked in, pointed at Sirius in horror and said: "Ah! (How did you come back to life? No - it turned out to be you! No, I am telling Toby now, you are really bad!

)"

It had already understood that Dumbledore had already arranged for the skeleton to be associated with the real Sirius, and what it saw on the stage just now was also the real Sirius' "corpse".

How could anyone even have the heart to lie to Xiuxiu!

Dumbledore stopped Al, who was filled with grief and anger, and comforted him: "Why don't we see what this is all about first, because I remember-"

He glanced at Sirius's still puzzled face with serious eyes and said: "We made an agreement long ago, and it's still far from the time for you to wake up, Sirius."

But Sirius didn't look at Dumbledore at all. He still stared at the unconscious wizard and murmured: "Is this the Imperius Curse? Why on earth did you do this?"

Dumbledore heard Sirius talking to himself. He strode over and carefully checked the wizard's condition with his wand. Al was still staring at them angrily and complaining.

"He has no signs of being controlled by the Imperius Curse." After putting away the wand, Dumbledore stood up straight and asked, "Why did you say that? How did this person wake you up just now?"

"It's not the Imperius Curse?" Sirius' gaze focused on Dumbledore's face: "But how could it be? Is James really alive again?"

"Huh?" Al plucked his ears hard. Did he just hear something extraordinary?——

"Professor Heimer is so courageous."

Ron said with lingering meaning: "Did you just see the smile on Fudge's face? You really have to force yourself as much as you want. I think among these foreign wizards, there must be a few people who can tell that something is wrong.

of."

"Not necessarily." Hermione's thoughts were more calm: "Everyone knows that Fudge has taken the initiative to lower his head and make friends with Hogwarts this time. In this way, even if he shows resentment, it will be justified——

But we don’t need to worry about this kind of thing. Where will we go to play later? Do we still want to stay at the booth? Or should we go to the circus? "

They now understand what the so-called exhibition stand is all about - it is all the work of the Black Devil Foundation, which allows students to have the opportunity to display the magic array items they have made. If any of them are popular, they can mass-produce them in advance.

has been manufactured, so as to open up the market in advance.

Harry was a little tired of dealing with those foreign guests, who always stared at his head, making Harry feel as if he had returned to the time when he first entered the wizarding world.

Hermione saw the confusion in Harry's eyes.

"Then let's go to the circus." She said nonchalantly. The bottle of fire was not as popular as she imagined, and only a few people came forward to ask. Many adult wizards knew the fire spell, so there was no need to carry a bottle with them.

use.

As for Ron, I have no problem with that. Who would be interested in a sweater that likes to scold people?

There were indeed some, but there was something wrong with those people no matter how they looked at them. They all seemed to have some strange hobbies and were dressed strangely - none of them wanted to show their faces. This scared Ron so much that he never dared to show them again.

The sweater was taken out.

Although this celebration seemed quite solemn, perhaps considering that the students would stay, Fudge also deliberately arranged many activities for them to consume their energy in order to prevent them from causing trouble.

There is no doubt that the circus is one of them.

"Hey, look." Hermione pointed to the location of the circus and said, "Mr. Scamander is here too. He seems to know the owner of the circus."

"I said." Scamander walked back and forth next to the carriage belonging to the circus. He seemed to want to take a look at the big tent behind the scenes, but he was immediately stopped by the fat boss.

"It's not time to go in and watch the show yet." He said in a sullen voice: "What are you looking for? Why do you always walk around with your suitcase every time I see you? There is nothing weird in it this time

Something?"

Newt took the suitcase farther away from his boss, as if he was worried that he would have his own ideas.

"You have the nerve to ask me? You don't have any strange employees here this time, right? Don't cause trouble for yourself."

"You don't need to remind me." The boss said angrily: "We underwent seven different checks before we came in. They even kept the flame bats and refused to let us in even if they said nothing -"

"Fire bats?" Newt immediately returned to his old profession. He asked with interest: "Where did you find them? Is there a more specific location?"

"No!" The boss urged Newt to leave quickly: "Don't disturb our work. Unlike you, we have to make money by pleasing these brats."

"Don't be so sarcastic on me." Newt was pushed away dissatisfied and said, "You can also try writing a book. I believe what you learn along the way will be interesting."

The boss suddenly stopped and asked tentatively: "Are you serious? Will anyone really be willing to read the book we wrote?"

"How will you know if you don't try it?" Newt said enthusiastically: "I was considered a freak when I was in school - so can you tell me where those flame bats come from?"

"We do have a lot of freaks here." The boss glanced at his employees. Some were jumping around and spitting out flames from their mouths, while others were repeatedly creating more big bubbles.

So that students can get in and roll around.

"Retirement is also a problem. I can't keep raising them all the time. There will always be times when I can't move anymore."

He hesitantly glanced at Newt, who was full of expectations, and wrapped his fingers around the hooked beard on his nose. After wrapping it tightly, he released his fingers and let the beard snap back to its original shape instantly.

"Follow me." He said with determination: "I also secretly hid one. I originally planned to find a chance to find a suitable customer at the celebration. If you are willing to buy them, that will be fine."

"No problem." Newt immediately agreed. As for how to explain the disappearance of the gold to Tina, well, just blame it on his son. For example, he bought him a Firebolt or something, or his grandson.

also.

There are two excuses, he is really smart.

Just when Newt was about to follow the circus owner into the tent, he suddenly saw someone nearby.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared directly at him and the boss.

"Why do I feel that they are not discussing something good?"

"I think so too, with a mysterious look."

"Hey, he found us."

"Hello, kids." Newt could only awkwardly walk over and say hello, "We meet again."

"Mr. Newt, you-"

Before Hermione could finish speaking, Ron asked blankly: "Are there any hidden projects in the circus? Can we follow you to see them?"

Harry and Hermione exchanged a look - what was Ron thinking in his mind? Why did he only want to play?

"Hurry up." The circus owner began to urge again: "Who are they? Are they your book fans? They are really enviable."

"Not exactly." Newt now regretted coming over to say hello. He should have just pretended not to see him.

Well, it was always difficult for him to handle the relationship between wizards and wizards, which was ten thousand times more complicated than the bowtruckle's social structure.

"Right." He said suddenly, pushing Harry over: "Do you know who he is?"

"A little devil - eh?" The circus owner rubbed his eyes vigorously. His eyes were focused on Harry's forehead, and his eyes began to change little by little.

"Harry Potter." He said in a low voice, acting as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

But it’s really amazing.

Due to the huge commotion in that trial, the miserable Harry has become a famous figure in the entire wizarding world. To this day, wizards who pity him still write to him.

"I have an idea." Newt felt that his mind was particularly bright today: "After you write down what you have seen and heard, how about asking Harry to help you promote it? For example, Harry Potter's favorite stories and so on.

Recommendations. Of course, I won’t let your help go free, but I’ll consider paying you——”

"Gold?" Ron asked with eyes shining, and his tone was filled with envy. Could Harry actually make money so easily?

"It's a flame bat." Newt said dissatisfied: "How can gold be compared with strange magical animals?"

"That's not what you said when you were young." The boss said suspiciously, "I remember that your purpose of writing a book in the beginning was to make more money."

"It's not important." Newt said angrily, his face under his gray hair turned red with anger. Of course, he might have become embarrassed after being exposed.

He tried to advise Harry: "The people who work in the circus are poor homeless people. Some very bad things have happened here before, so I want to help them, at least.

I can live out my old age peacefully. Of course, I will also write recommendations for them myself, and maybe consider advertising in The Quibbler. That is such an amazing magazine, and Tina can't stop reading it."

"But the role of advertising doesn't seem to be that big." Ron muttered in confusion: "What was the ranking of "Ancient Magic" last week? Has it retreated? If this continues, the front page will look like this again.

This is a book.”

"Front page?" Newt said in surprise: "Does anyone still read the front page of The Quibbler? It's the most useless article in the entire magazine. It always talks about things that no one can understand.

Or you just don’t care.”

Hermione mentally observed a few seconds of silence for Professor Heimer. It seemed that the ranking of "Ancient Magic" was about to fall back a lot.

I hope that the professor’s new book will be more popular. Well, it’s best not to let Professor Heimer give up on writing a new book.

It seems that there are already signs of this, as there were no new books last year.

"I'm OK."

Just as Hermione was thinking about it in her mind, Harry suddenly said: "I guess it's nothing, right? It's just a recommendation. I should be able to read it myself."

"Look at what he said." The circus owner said movedly: "[It's just a recommendation], you don't understand how much it helps us -"

"Okay, okay." Newt urged dissatisfiedly: "Hurry up, how long do we have to wait? If it gets later, it will be dinner time."

"It's time to go see the Flame Bats."