Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 346 Competition

Draco fearfully followed Toby out of the box. He found that he was gradually getting away from the crowd, and there were fewer and fewer people around him, becoming quieter.

"Professor, where are you taking me?"

he asked with panic.

Toby walked in front without saying a word, and his back became dim and bright along with the dense woods, allowing Draco to see the figure of the devil in a trance.

Draco was almost frightened out of his wits.

He just scolded a house elf, why should he be punished like this during the holidays?

It's the holidays and he's not even in school yet.

"That's about it."

Toby suddenly stopped and said.

The location where they are now is almost in the depths of the swamp, and there is no one around.

Draco saw an animal carcass sinking into the swamp, revealing its white bones, which attracted birds and beasts to peck at them.

"Professor Heimer, I was wrong, I was really wrong, don't take me——"

"What's the ink mark? Come here quickly!"

Just when Draco was begging, he was suddenly scolded by Toby. He released his hands covering his eyes and saw a suitcase appeared in Professor Hemmer's hand at some point, and he opened it and placed it on the grass.

Half of Draco's Professor Hemmer was already standing in the opening of the suitcase. He frowned and ordered: "Don't waste time. The game will start in a while. If we are late, it will be your fault."

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Draco had no choice but to get into the suitcase with Professor Hemmer.

This suitcase was obviously extraordinary. The interior space was much larger than Draco had imagined, and was even similar to the Great Hall of Hogwarts Castle.

The strangest thing was that the suitcase was actually filled with house elves - Draco had never seen so many house elves in his life - they all gathered around after seeing Toby appear.

, Draco saw an extremely familiar figure.

"Dobby!" Draco screamed.

Dobby was obviously still afraid of his former little master, and he was startled when he heard Draco's cry.

Toby slapped Draco on the back of the head with a "pop" sound. The pain caused him to lean forward and almost fall with his head on the ground.

"What are you shouting for?" Toby said impatiently, which made Doby become confused when he saw this scene.

"Okay, come here." Toby stopped caring about Draco, clapped his hands vigorously and said, "You should know why I called you here - yes, you will become members of the Chudley Artillery Team in a while.

Mascot - there is no need to be grateful to me. Now, it might be better to just stand still and close your eyes."

Although it was unclear why the vice-principal of Hogwarts said this, the kind elves still obeyed - all the elves except Dobby closed their eyes and waited.

Draco stood up holding the back of his head. He didn't know what he was going to do. What did the team's mascot have to do with him?

"Originally I planned to play by myself, but now."

Toby glanced at Draco, and then took out a terrifying-looking mask from his pocket with his horrified gaze.

That's the Pharaoh mask.

Draco still vividly remembered the fear that the mummified cock brought to him.

"House elves alone are not enough. They can't scare anyone, and they don't have enough momentum. But mummies are different. Come here, Draco."

"no no--"

Dobby witnessed with his own eyes Toby putting the mummy mask on Draco's face. The mask seemed to have some special magic power, and the moment it stuck tightly to Draco's face, he immediately stopped struggling.

Immediately afterwards, countless bandages extended from the mouth of the mask, tightly wrapping Draco's body, turning him into a tall mummy, and the mask became lifelike.

The moment it came back to life, it focused its furious and hateful eyes on Toby.

"Careful, Professor!"

Dobby tremblingly ran to Toby and separated him from the mummy, which looked very scary.

"remarkably brave."

Toby praised, he pushed Dobby away slightly, walked up to the mummy, and looked at him face to face.

Even after waiting silently for a while, the mummy did not attack Toby.

"It seems that Merlin left me more than just a gift, he also gave me the meaning of defeating death. Only in this way can I make you feel scared, right?"

What Toby is doing now is exactly the same as what Grindelwald did back then. At that time, Grindelwald used the body of Ignotus Peverell to suppress the combination of Toby's three collections.

But now, Toby's face alone made Pharaoh Mask no longer dare to attack him.

Because he can be considered a person who has defeated death.

"Go and control them all."

Under Toby's order, countless bandages quickly spread out and tied up all the elves.

Dobby's eyes were wider than light bulbs. In his infinite fear, he heard Toby say to himself: "You long for freedom, don't you, Dobby?"

"Perhaps this is the meaning of Ms. Hufflepuff taking you in, specifically to resist the oppression of pure-blood wizards and to protect people like me."

Dobby's eyes were gradually wrapped in bandages, and his consciousness fell into a darkness from which he could not escape.

Now, only Toby, the mummified Pharaoh, and a large group of big-headed elf mummies were left in the suitcase - their gloomy eyes showed through the gaps in the bandages, and even their teeth became ferocious.

Toby watched them silently, thinking about the persecution that Muggle-borns might suffer in the future.

"Hermione Granger might be a good candidate."

He turned around, left the suitcase alone, closed the suitcase tightly from the outside, picked it up, and walked to the Quidditch pitch in silence.

Only a trace of black smoke flashed from his eyes, and the trees were his followers. When he passed by, they lowered their branches and bowed to him.

The devil appears in the shadows, becoming restless and impulsive.

When he reappeared in the sunlight, the black smoke in Toby's eyes was gone, and so was the devil.

Ludo Bagman's loud voice was heard coming from the stadium——

"Allow me to introduce the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

Even outside the venue, Toby could feel the atmosphere of blank consciousness among the men in the venue, because all the male shouting stopped, and there was almost a complete stagnation in exchange.

The sound of music appeared with the appearance of the Veelas. Their skin was as bright and soft as the moon, and their skirts could dance backwards even if there was no wind.

Ron's mind was filled with extreme joy, happier than seeing Draco deflate, and perhaps even more excited than Harry winning the trophy - he vaguely saw himself waving big bags of gold.

, Yes, gold, as long as he has enough gold, he can form a Veela singing and dancing troupe to sing and dance for himself.

"Oh, why are you looking in my pockets? If you move again, I'll beat you!" Hermione's voice came from a distance.

The music stopped, and Ron looked like he was going to rummage through Hermione's pockets, and kept putting the air back into his own pockets.

"I" Ron met Hermione's accusing gaze, and his expression suddenly became extremely embarrassed.

Fortunately, the male spectators on the court were more exaggerated than Ron. They loudly vented their dissatisfaction after seeing the Veela leave the court.

Hermione made a loud smacking sound, and she slapped Ron's hands away from where he had put them in disgust.

"Why are you like this? No matter how much you love money, you can't steal my money."

Ron was only grateful that Hermione didn't see the scene in his mind.

Ludo Bagman, who had barely made much money from gambling, continued to announce: "Now please raise your wand in the air - welcome the mascot of the England national team!"

The entire stadium was silent at first, and people looked up one after another, but saw nothing.

"Is there something wrong?" Ron asked hopefully, in order to clear up the embarrassment just now: "Professor Hemmer forgot to bring the mascot?"

"It's not written on it." Hermione muttered, flipping through the manual: "It can't really be a mistake, right? Maybe the professor is too busy with the new book, so he forgot about it?"

"Think good of you." Ron curled his lips and said.

As the chatter grew louder, Ludo Bagman inevitably felt that something was wrong. He looked back and looked around, but Minister Fudge didn't come - I don't know if it was because he didn't want to meet Toby again.

Scrimgeour was alone with the Bulgarian minister.

At this time, the minister, who seemed not to understand English, suddenly pointed at the venue and screamed for a while. Everyone turned their heads and looked at the direction he pointed - a tall bird suddenly flew in in mid-air parallel to the box.

The Thestral was larger than any other kept by Hagrid in the Forbidden Forest, and its body was covered with black mist.

It stood quietly in mid-air, attracting everyone's attention.

"Is this Mr. Al?" Ron asked in a low voice.

"It should be," Hermione said worriedly, "but to be honest, the black mist on it couldn't be caused by Professor Heimer, right?"

But facts have proven that Professor Haimer's decisions are always unexpected.

The black Thestrals suddenly collapsed in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye, countless smoke spread to the entire center of the stadium. Some people in the audience thought it was an attack. No one had ever seen such a unique mascot performance.

Until large numbers of mummies emerged from the black mist, causing even more people to panic and shout.

"Where did the monster come from?"

"You guys just call this a mascot?!"

This isn't the end yet.

All the mummies began to roar wildly, making people think that they were really about to launch an attack. Suddenly, there was another feeling of shaking, and an inverted pyramid rose from the ground, shaking the entire Quidditch.

The strange stadium was occupied, and the Veelas on the side of the field were pushed away one after another, as if they would fall down at any time.

"This is an illusion, right?" Ron opened his mouth and shouted: "Or my eyes are wrong, did you see it? Did you all see it?"

Everyone saw this scene. Ludo Bagman had already begun to feel that something was wrong. He turned back to seek Scrimgeour's opinion, but found that Scrimgeour had left the box at some point and was missing.

Fortunately, the inverted pyramid did not really fall down, and all the mummies did not attack, and their roars did not stop, one after another, gradually forming a melody.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts" Ron hummed the lyrics with strange eyes: "Did I hear it correctly? Is this the school song?"

It's really a school song, but the melody is a bit off, it's a funeral march.

Harry, who was staying in the tunnel, almost thought that his demon was about to be summoned, but then he realized that those mummies couldn't possibly speak Parseltongue.

"It looks interesting." James, who was standing at the front, turned back and said, "Don't you see? Toby is trying to scare the Bulgarian team, but you won't be scared in the same way, right? After all,

You are all students at Hogwarts."

"Of course not." George said with a pale face.

"I just might have to go to the toilet again." George said and was about to give the broom to Fred, and then Fred gave the two brooms to Wood.

"I am coming too."

"Uh" James blinked in confusion.

"It's a mummified cock." Harry explained in a low voice: "This is a class taught by Professor Heimer. I didn't expect him to bring this class to the World Cup - no!"

Harry suddenly opened his eyes and exchanged glances with Cedric, Qiu, and Wood respectively.

Finally, it was Cedric who asked the question.

"How did the professor control them? Didn't they always get out of control before?"

"What's going on?" James subconsciously felt something was wrong: "Tell me about it quickly."

Lucius and Narcissa in the box were standing in front of the railing. They had been standing like this since the appearance of England's mascot. Even the pyramid did not scare them.

"Where is Draco?" Narcissa asked tremblingly, "Has he also become a mummy?"

"Don't worry." Lucius's answer seemed very unconfident: "Toby Highmore must be measured in his actions. He will not frame his students casually-ah!"

Lucius screamed and leaned back - the tallest mummy among the group of mummies suddenly jumped high. It stood on the table, almost only an arm's distance from the box - now it

As he was handing over a thick black magazine, Narcissa, who was also frightened, caught it, and at the same time drove him away with some fear: "Quickly, leave quickly!"

The tall mummy roared so loudly that Narcissa's hair was messed up.

They seemed to be handing out "The Quibbler". In front of such a group of terrifying "mascots", no one dared to refuse, not even those who had earlier regarded Percy as a liar.

Fortunately, the show ended without incident. The mummy and the pyramid were gone, as if they had never appeared.

Ludo was also holding a magazine gift. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief, regained his energy and said: "Performance - well, let us welcome the Bulgarian Quidditch national team! Please come out as soon as possible, if you are scared.

, but I believe this won’t happen, right?”

The unnatural-looking players flying out of the tunnel reignited the atmosphere of the stadium and drew their attention back.

The Veelas who had been squeezed away returned to their original positions one after another, and they stared unfriendly at the contestant channel on the other side.

Harry was squeezed in the middle of a large pile of mummies. He looked around helplessly and found that the expressions on other people's faces were also very stiff.

Toby clapped his hands as if greeting a pet and said: "Okay, okay, let's all go back to the box one by one. Al will help deal with the Bulgarian mascot in a while - besides, come on, boys and girls. Don't worry,

It’s already here, you just have to do your best, there’s no need to put too much pressure on yourself.”

As he spoke, he took off the Pharaoh mask, revealing Draco's white, paper-like face underneath, which looked no different from death.

Toby let Draco fall to the ground. He shook the Pharaoh mask in his hand and smiled at them:

"Believe me, I'm serious."