Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 344 Victor Krum

Chapter 344 Viktor Krum

When Harry and the three of them were on their way to fetch water, even though they had been mentally prepared, they were still shocked when they saw the vast expanse of orange.

All of these people came to support the Chudley Artillery Team, and Harry had seen a lot of it just from his classmates at school - it was a pity that he didn't dare to show up in such a place, and even deliberately walked on the other side, so far away from Ron

Stay away from Hermione to avoid being recognized by anyone interested.

After finally crossing this large area, Harry rejoined the other two.

"You have become a big star!" Ron couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Keep your voice down." Hermione reminded, but she couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth, as if she was happy for her friend.

"This is also my first time coming to the audience camp." Harry's originally calm heart became nervous again, and he was already worried about the next game.

By this time, they had arrived in front of the camp supporting the Bulgarian team. White, green, and red flags were fluttering in the breeze. Each tent had the same poster, which showed a very gloomy face with thick black eyebrows.

Of course, the picture is moving, but the face only blinks and frowns.

"Is this the Krum you are talking about?" Hermione questioned: "How did he have such high popularity? Seriously, if it were a photo of you, it would be the same. At least an awkward smile would look better than a frown.

Already."

Harry laughed subconsciously, and when he came to his senses, he realized that he was doing exactly what Hermione said.

"You will definitely defeat him!" Ron followed up and became angry with the enemy. He kept encouraging: "Don't show mercy to him just because he almost became your pen pal."

"There's no need to react so loudly." Harry reassured him, "Krum just doesn't seem very approachable, but he's actually quite nice."

"Oh?" Ron raised his ears: "Then can you help me get an autographed photo of him?"

"Traitor!" Hermione immediately accused: "I'm so ashamed of you!"

"I didn't!" Ron retorted angrily: "I just want to sell it for money. Didn't you see that he has so many fans? Those people will definitely be willing to pay a high price!"

Harry and Hermione both felt that Ron was so obsessed with money that he almost went crazy.

"Eh?" Harry suddenly wondered: "Then why don't you want my autographed photo? I have a lot of fans, too?"

"Um" Ron hesitated and was speechless. He quickly changed the subject and said, "Are there any love letters? Since you are so popular, you must have received a lot of love letters, right?"

"Can your performance be more clumsy?" Hermione said disdainfully: "I can't bear to expose you. Just think about it and you will know that Jan Gjern will definitely block all those love letters, right, Harry?

"Yes." Harry dismissed the image of Qiu Zhang's admiration in his mind, and said helplessly: "Then read it out loud in the lounge. Don't think he won't do this - at first this was regarded as

I started watching entertainment programs, but I didn’t give up until I realized I couldn’t finish reading them.”

Ron patted Harry on the shoulder with a sympathetic look.

"Now I know why the relationship between your father and son is not good."

Hermione knew this for the first time, and as they passed through the crowd of Krums staring, Harry told Hermione what was on his mind.

"So that's it." Hermione was stumped, and she didn't know how to solve this problem.

There was a more difficult question that Hermione couldn't even imagine - it was Professor Heimer talking about the idea of becoming the master of Death. Harry simply took this opportunity to talk about it, acting as if he was not going to be on the playing field soon.

, but a gladiatorial arena where only one side can survive.

Hermione and Ron were both shocked by Professor Highmore's thoughts, and they had the same thought as Harry - Professor Highmore was really a fearless person, and it seemed that nothing could make him sit still and wait for death.

"No wonder he was able to drive Dumbledore away," Ron couldn't help but say.

"Hey!" Hermione quickly hit Ron: "Don't talk nonsense."

Ron turned his head and looked back and forth in fear, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, Professor Heimo didn't appear behind me again this time. He is always elusive."

"But Mr. Al is here!" Harry pointed forward with a mischievous smile, which made Ron tremble suddenly - he didn't relax until he saw it clearly. It couldn't be the real Al.

Mr. Er is a doll that is larger than an ordinary person and looks lifelike.

"Come on, let's go take a look." Hermione was curious as to why this doll appeared in the Bulgarian team's spectator camp.

But somehow, the doll in front seemed to have noticed them early on. It walked back and forth between a lot of tents, clearly avoiding them.

The three of them also changed from pacing at the beginning to trotting, and in the end they were literally chasing each other.

"Why is it running?" Harry was surprised: "Also, should we stop? What if it... what if it really has bad intentions?"

Hermione had carefully slowed down, but Ron did not stop immediately.

He unexpectedly shouted: "Percy, stop running! I recognize you!"

"Oh! Damn it!"

Percy's angry curses came from far away. He took off his hood, held his waist and breathed for a long time, then walked over angrily and said: "You are Harry, right? You shouldn't be here.

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"And you, Hermione, is this why you don't want to be a prefect, because you want to continue messing around with them?"

"As for you, Ron! Who asked you to shout my name in public, huh?"

"Hey hey hey!" Ron defended as he backed away: "You don't need to get angry at us, at most we just want to say hello to you - but are you really working?"

"Yeah!" Percy said impatiently as he took out copies of "The Quibbler" from the doll's pocket: "This is my job - to distribute magazines to these people who can't even speak English.

, just like the waiter who greets the guests! Now you are satisfied!"

"That's not what we meant." Hermione said carefully. She didn't think she had done anything wrong, but when she saw the sweat on Percy's forehead, she couldn't help but become apologetic.

He looked so miserable.

Harry didn't dare to speak even more. He was afraid that Percy and he would be defeated, and if he did shout his name loudly again - he would probably be beaten up by Krum's fans, and he would not be able to play.

Percy cursed and picked up the magazines thrown on the ground one by one. He was completely different from his usual self now. He was no longer so polite or even serious.

"I really don't know what I've become, a waiter? Or a guy at the bar? Maybe I should quit my job and do whatever I do, just stop being a clown—"

"Don't!" Ron suddenly interrupted: "Don't!"

"Why?" Percy raised his head and stared at him with a frown: "Do you know something? Impossible, how can you have the ability to participate in the personnel arrangements of the Ministry of Magic."

"Who said I didn't know?" Ron was so excited that he couldn't bear it. He ignored Hermione's obstruction and said loudly: "Professor Heimer arranged all this. He said that you are ignorant and will betray us sooner or later and become a

You are a slave to power, so I deliberately arranged such a job for you!"

"What?" Harry shouted in surprise, he just knew this.

"What?! Percy yelled even louder than Harry. He stood there blankly, and the pile of magazines finally fell to the ground again.

"How could it be Professor Heimer? My grades have never been bad, and I even performed very well when I took tutoring at home. This is impossible. You are lying to me, right?"

Although many people have criticized the content of Toby's courses, this does not include Percy. He has always respected Professor Highmore, and especially liked Professor Highmore's rules - when compared with Snape,

Some of Toby's attitudes are not so hard to accept.

Ron was about to continue speaking, but was suddenly stunned.

This time, the Professor Heimer he was talking about no longer appeared behind him, but not far in front, still striding towards them.

The most terrifying thing was that he had never seen Professor Heimer look so angry.

"I knew I shouldn't have been soft-hearted from the beginning. I became cowardly. This is not a good sign and definitely not Mr. Weasley!"

"arrive!"

"professor!"

Percy and Ron shouted at the same time.

But Toby ignored Ron. He turned his head and looked at Percy who was sweating profusely, looking very pitiful.

"You will be rewarded for your efforts." He said coldly: "It's time for you to change your job. Soon, the position of Assistant Minister of Magic will be vacant. So, are you interested in this position?

Percy was stunned for a second, and then shouted excitedly: "Of course, thank you, Professor!"

"You have graduated now, there is no need to call me professor."

Toby waved his hand and said, then looked at Harry.

"The vacation is over, come back with me and end this game as soon as possible."

"Okay, Professor." Harry stood up straight and said subconsciously, without even the slightest thought of refuting.

After the two left, Percy picked up the fallen magazine and said proudly to Ron: "I knew you were lying to me. Professor Hemmer never treats the students he likes badly. It's always been like this."

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But Ron couldn't listen to what Percy said at all.

He turned his head blankly and met Hermione's confused gaze.

"You think the same thing as me, right?"

"Professor Heimer seems to have finally taken action against Fudge."

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"Where are Fred and George?"

"They went to the Weasley family's tent. They've probably arrived by now."

"Let's go and call them back."

Harry could only say sorry to Mrs. Weasley silently in his heart.

When they rushed back to the tent, they saw that Mr. Weasley had given up lighting the fire in the Muggle way and was greeting a chubby guest. Fred and George were also listening silently - the two of them

His personal appearance is similar to Harry's, with a bandage covering his entire head.

"Ludo, stop talking. Molly is in the tent, but don't let her hear it."

"Okay, Arthur, bet a little more, and I promise to let you win back the money. It's just a small bet, don't be so stingy."

"There's no one like you. Is it possible that you can still influence the outcome of the game?"

"This is a secret. I can't tell you the truth - but are you interested in investing a fortune? I have seen you for a long time. Weasley's fake twins have become big stars now, and they must have made money.

A lot of money."

"Stop talking, all the money they earned will be given to Molly. These two children are not adults yet and cannot gamble."

Fred and George looked at each other.

"It's not like I gave it all to mom."

"Actually, we kept a small vault privately."

Ludo Bagman's eyes lit up.

"Bertha!" he shouted impatiently: "Bertha Jorkins! Lost again? Forget it, I can keep the accounts myself - get the money out quickly!"

Ludo's attitude changed very suddenly, which made Fred and George hesitate.

"Don't rush yet."

Toby walked over slowly and said: "Do you really have the money to be a banker, Ludo? I remember that the last bet had wiped out all your property, and even the house was sold - don't bet with him, kids.

, let him deceive idiots, but I don’t want my players to become idiots."

"Ah, Toby!" Ludo's face changed very quickly, he opened his arms and smiled: "It turns out you are here - you don't know, I have a good relationship with Toby, he is just joking with you.

Ludo was destined to hit the iron plate. Facing Toby's cold gaze, the smile on his face gradually became awkward.

"I'll go over there and have a look. Goodbye, everyone."

After Ludo left, Mr. Weasley asked in surprise: "Why is he so afraid of you?"

"Because he wanted to default on the debt before." Toby said nonchalantly: "Then I gave him a little lesson. I promise, it's very small."

Mr. Weasley still doesn't quite believe what Toby said. How small is very small? How could Ludo be scared like this?

"Aren't you staying for lunch?"

"No, Arthur, I have to take your children away first, say sorry to Molly and me, and see you again during the game."

On the way back to the players' exclusive tent, Fred and George saw that Professor Heimer was in a bad mood and only dared to communicate with Harry with their eyes.

Although they didn't quite understand what message Harry's wink conveyed, the twins still became more honest and didn't dare to say a word.

In silence, they returned to the gorgeous tent, and happened to encounter Klum of the Bulgarian team not far away - the distance between the Bulgarian team's tent and them was not that far away, and he was probably looking for him again.

Harry's - it's said he doesn't have many friends in the Bulgarian team either.

When passing by Krum, Toby suddenly said: "You will lose."

Krum gave Toby his usual dark look.

"No, we won't lose." He said dullly.

Harry's heart was about to beat out of his chest. He was afraid that Professor Highmore would kill Krum right here.

Fortunately, the scene that Harry expected did not happen. Toby just glanced at Krum lightly and then got back into the tent.

"Five minutes," he said at last.

Harry slowly relaxed.

"You are so brave." He couldn't help but admire.

Krum glanced in the direction of the tent.

"If we win this game, will your boss kill me?" Krum asked again in his dull tone: "That's the feeling he just gave me."

Harry thought seriously for a while.