Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 351 Harry is in love

350 Harry is in love

Harry is in love.

But he didn't know any details.

He only remembered that he drank a lot of beer at James's instigation - which, by the way, didn't taste very good - and then his mind became dizzy and he only cared about the thoughts in his heart.

Staring at Qiu Zhang in a daze.

The fragment he vaguely remembered was that James suddenly shouted——

"Everyone, be quiet. Harry has something to say to Qiu."

Then Harry's head became even more dizzy.

When he came back to his senses, he found that he and Qiu were already hugging each other - he didn't even know where he had the courage to hug this girl, but it just happened.

"I knew it, I knew it!" Wood shouted as he looked at them.

"What do you know?" Fred asked curiously.

"Harry likes Qiu." Wood said with a smile: "He used to be distracted by Qiu when he was competing in school——"

"Only once!" Harry subconsciously retorted after hearing this.

"Look." Wood pointed at him and said with a smirk, "I'll just say yes."

"Oh——" Fred and George said in unison.

On the sofa not far away, Ron was holding a cup and was stunned - after learning that there was a celebration, he immediately followed him no matter what. Fortunately, Mrs. Weasley was in a good mood and agreed.

"Harry is in love." Ron said with a look of disbelief: "He actually has a girlfriend. Hermione, look at him, Hermione!"

"What you said is wrong!"

Ron was startled by the cry. He turned around and found that Cedric had also sat over at some point. He was also drunk and was arguing with Hermione who was also drunk.

"Miss Granger," Cedric said drunkenly, swaying from side to side but not falling over.

"I admit that your grades are excellent, but the automatic casting of the magic wand is beyond the content of the course. This is a problem that even Professor Heimo cannot solve - do you think anyone is as powerful as Professor Heimo?"

"I'm just saying that your idea is too conservative." Hermione pointed with her hand. She was obviously pointing crookedly, pointing her finger at the Quaffle that kept colliding between Cedric and the sofa.

"Don't move yet and listen to what I have to say."

Hermione stabilized the Quaffle with her hands and said with a dazed look in her eyes: "You always think about using a wand to make it, but have you ever thought that maybe a wand is the best solution? We have to get your

The wand must become a scepter."

"This is impossible." Cedric waved his hand and almost missed Ron's head, which was far away from him. As a result, he knocked the Quaffle away from Hermione's hand: "How can a wand turn into a scepter?

You can't put a crown on the wand, you can only put a fingernail on it."

His usual speaking tone is not so impolite.

Hermione stared blankly at her empty hands.

"Cedric."

"What's the matter?"

"Your head turned into a ball and flew away."

"What?"

Cedric slapped his hands on both sides of his head and shouted with a horrified expression: "I have no head! Has anyone seen my head?"

"Your head is here." George staggered over, holding something in his hand and covering it on Cedric's head, just in time.

"I have a head." Cedric patted the thing twice, making a crisp sound. He kept repeating happily: "I have a head again!"

Hermione impatiently followed suit and patted her twice: "Now that you have a brain, just listen carefully to what I have to say - what I want to say -"

Ron looked at them in horror, then shook his head and looked at the drunken people on the left and right.

"Am I the only one who can see it?" He shouted in disbelief: "The armor - how come the head of the armor is in George's hands? The devil will not be released, right?"

"Professor Heimer." He turned around and saw Professor Heimer walking over with Angela, and immediately said anxiously: "Let me make it clear first that this matter has nothing to do with me - George, he -"

"Relax, Mr. Weasley."

Toby took off the helmet from Cedric's head and patted it twice to comfort him: "You underestimate me too much. How could you let the devil go just because of a helmet?"

Ron gradually felt relieved.

Toby continued: "At least it must be a drunk helmet."

"Ah?" The expression on Ron's face was wonderful.

"Okay." Toby turned around and clapped his hands and said, "It's time to go to bed, kids. Don't leave tonight, so as not to be taught a lesson by your parents - give the bedroom inside to the girls, and the boys will sleep in it."

living room."

Facts have proved that Toby's words are not only useful in school, but also have the ability to relieve hangovers at celebrations - Harry became sober the moment he spoke. He was now a little embarrassed, and he was talking to Qiu

Sitting squeezed together on the same sofa.

"Then I'll go to the bedroom first." Qiu's face was still red.

"Ah okay." Harry felt like a fool.

Soon, the messy living room was filled with boys who were drunk and unconscious.

Ron deliberately sneaked over quietly and lay down on the carpet not far from Harry - Harry also leaned over, he now really needed someone to help share his inner panic.

In the darkness, and in the lively atmosphere outside the tent that had not completely dissipated, Ron stared directly at Harry and said: "So, you have a girlfriend. And Gjeon gave you an extra helping hand?"

Harry was silent for a while.

"That seems to be the case." He whispered back: "I'm still dizzy now. I can't even imagine that this was such a success."

"You have a good captain." Ron promptly changed his words and said, "Tell me quickly, when did this start?"

"Competition." Harry seemed to have been holding back these words for a long time. He spat out a series of words: "We have been competing together for a long time -"

"Only one holiday," interrupted Ron.

"It's been a long time." Harry couldn't stop smiling and said, "She was very nervous at first. Whenever I saw her, I would help comfort her, and then she would smile at me. Her smile was so beautiful that she couldn't help it.

I just want to think about her and want to know everything about her."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Ron complained again: "You seem to be far away from her. If you want to know, just ask her directly."

"That's so stupid." Harry complained, "Can you stop interrupting all the time?"

In the end, Harry didn't remember what he had said, so he fell into a deep sleep. Ron, who couldn't help but feel sleepy, fell asleep earlier than him, and everyone in the tent fell asleep.

Except for the adults who still have a lot of work to do.

All the Ministry of Magic officials present at the Quidditch pitch were summoned to the box on the top floor. Scrimgeour solemnly revealed the fact that Fudge had been kidnapped and his life or death was unknown.

This moment ruined everyone's good mood.

Ludo complained: "Why does it have to be today when England finally win the World Cup - I mean, it's unfortunate, and can I understand it - there's no Minister for Magic?"

"Indeed." Scrimgeour withdrew his angry gaze and said, "During the period when Minister Fudge was missing, someone had to be in charge, especially. Especially when we don't know who the murderer is."

In the end, he chose to hide the news about Grindelwald.

"I recommend Albus Dumbledore." Old Barty Crawton, who had always been silent, suddenly said.

This caused a lot of discussion. Everyone knew the grudge between Dumbledore and Fudge, and they were almost enemies.

Scrimgeour looked at Old Barty. His face was still pale, but there was fire in his eyes.

"I have no objection." Scrimgeour interrupted the discussion and said: "And I think the Wizengamot would agree. After all, Dumbledore is still the chief wizard of the Wizengamot - but for the sake of fairness, it would be best to

It is better to adopt a secret voting method, and everyone writes the name they intend to recommend on a note."

After a burst of writing, the note was quickly taken back.

"Albus Dumbledore."

"Albus Dumbledore."

"Albus Dumbledore."

"A-Ludo Bagman?"

Scrimgeour looked up in surprise.

Ludo smiled awkwardly and said, "I was just joking. Everyone already knows the answer anyway - forget it, I can change it now."

"Albus Dumbledore, unanimous vote. I will inform Minister Dumbledore of the good news in time. Everyone can go and rest."

After the crowd was almost gone, Bagman lingered and did not leave.

"Is there anything else you can do?" Scrimgeour asked very rudely. He was in a very bad mood - he knew clearly who the murderer was, but he couldn't tell it in public, because this would not only make Grindelwald's problem invisible.

If it is solved, it may lead to Dumbledore also becoming an enemy.

After all, this is the living Dumbledore, not Grindelwald who died in lies.

The most important thing is that Dumbledore is indeed valuable to win over, otherwise Scrimgeour would not agree to this decision that goes against his will.

He actually wanted to drink a glass of Gamp now.

"I just want to ask," Bagman asked, looking around, with a guilty conscience: "Is there any clue about Fudge's disappearance? Could it be - you should know who I am referring to.

"

"I don't know," Scrimgeour said coldly.

"Toby Hemmer." Bagman said Toby's name in a hurry: "Who else could it be besides him? He has many criminal records. I have seen them all. Don't you doubt him?

?"

"I thought your relationship was very good." Scrimgeour simply brushed past Bagman and said, "If you really want to know the answer, go check it out. I can pretend that today's conversation never happened."

After Scrimgeour left, Bagman breathed a sigh of relief. He said to himself: "How could I have such courage? Fortunately, I paid back all the money I owed him in time, otherwise he would have disappeared."

I really want to become myself.”

——

"You really gave me a good time."

James was sitting next to a messy long table. He looked at Sirius and Lupine on the other side and complained: "Why don't you come to the celebration? Although you haven't been on the field, the children are all thinking about you.

."

"Really?" Sirius swallowed a whole glass of beer and asked, full of alcohol, "Did they really mention our names?"

"Of course." James said with a smirk: "As a result, I had to take out all the wine I had prepared to divert their attention. Now no one should remember - by the way, Harry also confessed his love to Qiu.

."

Lu Ping looked at the man and woman clinging to each other under the bonfire in the distance, and he said with a pun: "It's really beautiful."

"Just like Lily and I." James said confidently: "A match made in heaven."

Sirius and Lupine looked over at the same time.

"Okay, there were some twists and turns at the beginning." James admitted helplessly: "But there are not many normal people around her - this seems to include me, but - whatever the hell,

Give me a drink too."

Sirius sat motionless.

Lupine didn't say anything either. He obviously had no intention of intervening in this matter.

"Come on." James could see the reason for Sirius's dissatisfaction at a glance: "Don't tell me that you didn't go to the celebration because of Toby - but if it were me, I wouldn't agree, so, again

There is no artillery team anymore, and I will have no boss in the future."

Sirius then said: "What do you mean?"

"I want to find Lily."

James' words completely attracted the attention of the two of them. His tone was disappointed at first, but soon became excited again.

"When I lifted Harry up after the game, it was so Lily could see it - but I forgot she wasn't with me now and I had to find her, more than anything else.

."

"You two, are you going to come together to help?"

——

"Master. I have completed all the tasks assigned by you, me and me."

"Calm down, Wormtail."

Grindelwald looked at the sky in the distance, and a deep castle was revealed under the dark clouds.

"You will get a reward, that's why I will rescue you - but not now, don't worry, we all need to wait patiently. Gilderoy, my excellent student, come here."

"Professor?" Gilderoy Lockhart, who had not seen him for a long time, came over with a confused look on his face. It was hard to imagine how he could maintain such a glamorous appearance forever. It seemed that he would never have to become disgraced and shabby.

Peter Dwarf is completely two types of people.

"As a result of your risk-taking efforts to lurk in Hogwarts, it's time for me to formally reward you."

Grindelwald said with his back to the castle. A large, blurry ship flickered under the cloudy sky, like a skeleton or the remains of a sunken ship, attracting Lockhart's blue gaze.

This was the first time he knew where the Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was - a magic school famous for black magic - Durmstrang had the most mysterious school address, and they would erase it with the Oblivion Curse.

Part of the visitor's memory, so no one is sure where it is.

But what is the reward that the professor is talking about?

You can't give this school to me, can you?

Maybe he's overthinking it.