Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 321 Player Selection

320 Player Selection

Player selection was an unexpected surprise.

Although Ge Jieen had said that he would select team members from among the students, no one expected that shortly after he announced the news, his old friends would come looking for him.

These people decided to quit the team together.

And judging from their expressions, it seems that they have been waiting for this day for a long time. They did not bring up this idea before because they were worried that Ge Jieen would not be able to think about it.

Ge Jieen really couldn't understand this.

"how could be?"

On the day of player selection, he sat blankly on the sofa in the ancient magic office and kept repeating: "Why doesn't anyone want to stay? Am I such a failure as a captain?"

Faced with Gjeon's doubts, Al thoughtfully took out a pair of anti-monster glasses and put them on for him, then chirped and expressed his thoughts: "Do you still need to ask? You guys lost to the Tramps before -

—The Tramps! I never understood how you did this. Who would want to stay in such a team except these stupid students?"

Ge Jie En was very indignant. He couldn't bear to hear anyone belittle the team he had served for many years.

"What do you know about a sniffer?" He retorted with a statement he repeated many times: "Those tramps are not ordinary tramps. They have been playing games in the black market for many years, and they are the type that allows fouls. This

No one in the group can beat me—otherwise you wouldn’t be able to see me alive.”

Al was still disdainful, and it proposed to fight Gjern on its own. Even the team members had thought about it in advance - the three skeletons in the house, and a few pieces from Toby's collection would be enough.

Speaking of skeletons - Toby actually got Grindelwald's "corpse" back from the Ministry of Magic. It was obvious that this was a hot potato for Fudge, and it was also a credit that he didn't want to take away at all - because everyone knew

It was Dumbledore who did the most, and this became the biggest black spot in Fudge's career.

It is estimated that Scrimgeour persuaded Fudge not to give Grindelwald's "body" to Hogwarts so easily, but Fudge couldn't control it so much, and asked Toby to go to the Ministry of Magic on the same day.

Take the "body" away as quickly as possible.

Now, the "corpse" has returned to the appearance of a skeleton. It stands in a row with the other two skeletons, silently accepting Toby's gaze.

Gjern secretly took a look at his new boss who was fond of "special". After objecting to Al's idea of ​​taking out the shovel during the competition, he finally couldn't help but asked: "You really don't plan to go to the trial?"

Is this? This is your first important event as a team owner, and you don’t have to show your face in front of future players?"

Toby said without looking back: "Al will appear in my place - besides, believe me, as long as you tell them that you made this request yourself, those students will definitely be grateful to you for a long time.

"

Gjern glanced at Al curiously. This time Al did not confront him again, but nodded vigorously, indicating that this was the case.

"Okay," Gjern stood up and muttered, "Who makes you the boss?"

When he and Al appeared on the Quidditch pitch together, the waiting students breathed a sigh of relief when they discovered that Toby didn't come with them.

"What's wrong with them?" Gjeon asked curiously to his two assistants - Harry and Cedric were both selected in advance due to their excellent performance in the past.

"I guess I'm feeling sorry," Cedric said implicitly.

"That's probably the case." Harry revealed a little bit of the secret: "Once the assessment is related to Professor Highmore, it will always become a little different. If Professor Highmore didn't come, they wouldn't have to fight the beast.

, or how to find ways to survive safely in the game."

"You guys are really good at joking." Ge Jieen laughed nonchalantly. He took out the small wine bottle he brought with him, intending to take a sip to refresh himself before the exam.

But at this moment, Al snatched the wine bottle from his hand, put it under his nose and smelled it.

Well, it wasn't the smell of Polyjuice Potion, Al could smell it.

It also remembered that "Lupin" liked hot chocolate in the first half of the semester, and it had been planning to do so for a long time.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Ge Jieen, who was addicted to alcohol, shouted: "Give me back the bottle quickly, you won't even take away employee benefits."

Al glanced at Gjern with disdain, and then reluctantly returned the bottle in front of everyone - well, it had actually planned to get wine from Gjern for a long time, but it never had the chance.

It's okay, there will be plenty of time in the future.

"ha--"

Ge Jien let out a hearty breath, put the bottle back into his pocket, and said cheerfully to the students who were watching him: "Assessment - oh, you don't seem to like this title, then just call it team selection."

——We’re going to start now, are you all ready? It doesn’t matter if you’re not, I’ve brought you a lot of wine just to relieve your stress——”

"Ahem!" Harry coughed twice quickly.

"Oh?" Gjern immediately asked worriedly: "Is my Seeker's throat uncomfortable? This is not possible. Do you want a glass of whiskey to moisten your throat?"

"Well, I think what Harry means is -" Cedric hesitated for a moment and said: "We are not adults yet, sir, so we can't drink."

"But ordinary teams won't recruit minors as players, right?" Ge Jieen said nonchalantly: "Okay, who wants to be the first one?"

It took a lot of effort for Al not to raise his hand first, and then he glanced at the students below with a warning look. Unfortunately, no one could understand its intention - no one thought of hiding the wine.

If he secretly gave it to him again, everyone would shout that it was impossible for them to drink.

"I'll go first!"

Neville didn't notice Mr. Al's resentful look. At this time, he was full of motivation - as long as he was selected, he would have a chance to play in the next day's game. Yes, Gjeon was selected the day before the game.

Team members, Neville's parents will also come to watch the game.

Gjern admired this courageous student very much. He subconsciously picked up a bottle of sweet honey wine and wanted to give it to Neville to strengthen his courage. Al suddenly took out a small shovel and gave it to him on the forehead. There was a bang.

, a huge swelling grew on Gjern's forehead at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This time, he finally became more honest.

Ge Jieen's expression remained unchanged. Despite his injuries, which were serious enough to be hospitalized, he announced: "Let me see what you are capable of first. Go ahead and fly around the stadium without getting hit by obstacles."

Neville was dumbfounded.

"Oh, okay, sir." He said dryly, picked up the broom and flew up. I don't know if his skills were so bad in the first place, or if he was frightened. In short -

"really not bad!"

After Neville came down from the sky crookedly, Gjeon said with bright eyes: "Did you just use the sloth roll?"

This is a move in Quidditch in which a player hangs on a broomstick and holds the broomstick with both hands and feet to avoid the Bludgers.

"Well" Neville decided it was better to tell the truth: "No, sir, I was turning too fast just now and didn't react -"

"No, that's just a sloth rolling around a tree!" Gjern seemed to recognize Neville himself: "If you use this move tomorrow, you will definitely beat the opponent to pieces!"

oh?

Neville's eyes widened in disbelief, he was actually chosen?

The students noticed that the captain seemed to be more talkative than they thought, so they crowded forward and wanted to show him off one by one.

Cedric loudly maintained order, and Harry struggled to drag Neville over, who was standing there stupidly.

"Congratulations." He said breathlessly.

"Is this true?" Neville still didn't believe what had just happened: "Am I really chosen?"

"Yes." Harry was not surprised at all: "If you had met the players before him, you would definitely not say that. Believe me, Neville, you are better than those players who quit the team.

Ten thousand times - as long as you don't show up drunk you can beat most people."

"The next choice is yours!" Gjern designated another student in the chaos and said, "Pick up your broom and fly around. Don't be burdened, kid."

When Harry saw that the chosen one was actually Ron, he immediately calmed down and watched Ron's performance nervously, watching him step onto the broom with red cheeks - to be honest, his performance was better than Neville's

If there are more, at least the flight will be smooth and not sloppy.

Just when everyone thought that Ron would also be selected, Gjeon suddenly shook his head unexpectedly and said: "What a pity, I don't see any talent in you. I'm sorry, kid, you were not selected."

Ron stood there stupidly as if he had been struck by lightning. Harry wanted to go forward and say some words of comfort, but the space between him and Ron was quickly filled with students who came up again, and he couldn't squeeze in.

past.

——

Just as the player selection started in a strange way, Toby was staying alone in the office observing the three skeletons.

Now he has a Deathly Hallows in his hand - the Resurrection Stone given to him by James, the Elder Wand and the Invisibility Cloak are still with their respective owners, namely Dumbledore and Harry.

He is still not sure what the consequences of collecting all the sacred artifacts will be. The more dangerous the experiment, the more careful you must be - this is an experience Toby has learned long ago, otherwise he would have been cut off by the God of Death.

.

But if that's the case, it's not bad. What Toby is not sure about is whether the God of Death will affect everyone in the school.

Through Grindelwald's experience, Toby understands one thing.

Although what he and Grindelwald saw were things that had happened to the God of Death, the God of Death that Grindelwald saw was the God of Death in his early stages. At that time, he was just about to become a devil and was unable to affect all observers.

——This is also the reason why Regulus, who knew this memory, and Dumbledore during the last full moon were not affected.

But the three brothers of death that Toby saw were different.

In that memory, the God of Death has completely transformed into the God of Death, and the threat is much greater than the person Grindelwald saw in the picture.

All in all, this doesn't have much impact on Toby himself, but it might not on the people around him.

"It's really tricky."

Toby let the three skeletons stand together, while he himself sat listlessly on the sofa, raised his feet, and slowly drank a glass of lemonade.

Even if he collects all the Deathly Hallows, what can he do?

Do you want to re-demonstrate the magic ritual he has seen?

Not to mention that this prerequisite is to gather two other people who know the existence of the God of Death. The consequences are difficult to predict - apart from the Deathly Hallows itself, who knows if the three brothers at the time would have other ideas.

None of these wizards who like to study ancient magic are easy to deal with, and Toby knows this best.

Just when he was feeling distressed, there was a sudden knock on the office door.

"The door is unlocked, come in."

Ron walked into the office with a expression on his face. He silently walked across to the surprised Professor Heimer, and looked at him with big eyes and small eyes for a short while.

His eyes were red, as if he had just cried.

"Ahem, Mr. Weasley."

Toby took his legs back from the coffee table and asked doubtfully: "Is there anything I can help you with? Could it be because of the assessment at the Teacher Appreciation Meeting? Don't worry, you can always pass it, then

It’s not that difficult.”

It would be okay if Toby didn't mention this matter. Ron collapsed as soon as he heard his words. He burst into tears and cried: "Why am I so useless? No one thinks highly of me -

—”

"Hey, let's drink a glass of lemonade first." Toby quickly conjured up a cup and handed it over. He asked with a strange look in his eyes: "It seems that your mental endurance is a bit weak. What happened?"

Ron nervously repeated what happened during the selection. He didn't resent Neville very much, and he couldn't resent him. He just felt aggrieved and impulsively came to see Professor Heimer.

"Have you been like this before?" Ron asked pitifully, holding the cup in both hands.

"Me?" Toby immediately waved his hand: "You mean when I was in school? I seem to have mentioned it to you, but I also forgot - but I am not as miserable as you. Yes, I was in the first grade.

It’s really hard, but it’s only one year. It’s almost three years now, right?”

Ron suddenly became even sadder when he heard this.

"I also want to learn to be a devil!" He suddenly said impulsively, and then carefully added the title: "Professor Heimer, can I learn to be a devil?"

"Are you sure?" Toby asked with strange eyes: "Even after seeing Harry lose control like that, what kind of devil do you still plan to learn?"

Ron was determined to do this, but he had no talent for making money, couldn't play Quidditch, and his academic performance was even worse than Hermione's.

Toby thought carefully for a while.

"Since you insist so much"

Ron's eyes gradually showed hope.

"Then I have no choice but to write to Mrs. Weasley." Toby continued: "Let her know how her son is unwilling to be a waste and even plans to be a bad person."

Ron was dumbfounded.