Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 359 Moody

McGonagall obviously wanted to continue asking, but was interrupted by Slughorn on the other side with a smile.

"Before coming here, I didn't expect Toby to be so valued. Although I have heard some news related to his teaching, I really think it's not a big deal. This is not Hogwarts. Sometimes

Shouldn't be so harsh on him, don't you think, Toby?"

"Of course." Toby responded with a smile: "The school should not curb the creativity of professors."

"You don't understand, Horace." McGonagall retorted lightly: "The newspaper did not describe the content of Toby's subsequent teaching."

"Then it's none of my business." Slughorn was obviously on the side of his proud disciple.

At the head table of students, Harry was stuffing his stomach and looking towards the direction of Ravenclaw from time to time.

He vaguely heard Hermione asking Nick some questions in surprise, but he couldn't hear it clearly - because someone always blocked his sight, and Ron kept talking to him about playing Quidditch.

.

"Although I'm glad that you are willing to teach me how to play Quidditch, I suddenly discovered a problem - I don't have my own broom."

"There are still some Sweeping Seven Stars in the warehouse." Harry's answer seemed a little careless.

"Yeah, I know." Ron stirred the mashed potatoes on the plate: "But this is too outdated. Who would like a player holding a knockout broom. So we are back to the original question -

—You still have to find a way to make money first."

"What are you going to do?" Harry finally turned around and asked curiously: "Continue to be Fred and George's guinea pig? I believe they will be happy to pay you a salary."

"No." Ron shook his head: "This method won't last long, and I don't have that many lives for them to use. I'm just worried about this. I have to come up with an idea that can make a lot of money -

—I finally understand that the long stream of water is not suitable for me. It will only make me spend all my savings in advance. And I usually have to go to class, and I don’t have that much time——"

"Hundreds of house elves?" Hermione's questioning voice interrupted their conversation: "I thought it wasn't many - I mean, I had seen Dobby, but I didn't expect their number to be so high.

so many?"

"If there aren't enough, are you planning to tire Dobby to death?" Nick said with a smile: "Although I haven't counted, there are at least a hundred house elves in the school. I dare say there are definitely a number here.

More than any one location - oh, and I remember Toby took them all out not too long ago."

"Is it a holiday?" Hermione asked luckily.

"I don't know." Nick shook his head: "But as far as I know, house elves don't have holidays, and they don't need salaries and subsidies. Serving wizards is their natural mission."

"A bunch of slave owners!" Hermione suddenly said with a glare, and by the way, Ron, who was confused, was also involved: "Together, you are not as good as Professor Hemmer. He at least knows how to give the elves a holiday."

"Why do I get scolded?" Ron asked aggrievedly: "It's not my fault - besides, it's not wrong. What are you thinking about?"

Hermione pushed the plate angrily, she couldn't eat anymore.

Harry was well aware of Dobby's tragic experience, but he had always ignored Hermione's questions, and he did not expect Hermione's reaction to be so big.

During the following dinner, they tried to persuade Hermione to eat more, but both of them flinched under each other's angry gazes.

Finally, the desserts were swept away, the last remaining crumbs disappeared from the plate, and the plate became clean and shiny again.

At this time, Principal McGonagall stood up again. The buzzing voices in the hall suddenly stopped, and only the howling of the wind and the pounding of heavy rain could be heard.

"Okay, it's time to announce something." She said seriously: "You should all have seen it, or have known part of the news in advance - Albus Dumbledore made an amazing decision. He chose

Leaving Hogwarts, me taking over the position of principal of the school, and making Professor Hemmer the deputy principal - this is a big personnel change that needs to be explained to you clearly."

"Also, Professor Snape has temporarily left us due to physical reasons - be quiet!"

She had to shout again to suppress the quiet cheers.

"So, we invited our former professor, Horace Slughorn, who will continue to serve as your Potions Professor and the Head of Slytherin House."

Slughorn stood up with a smile and waved to the students. There was a wave of applause. He did not expect that he would receive such a warm welcome.

"So, Professor Highmore won?" Draco said in disbelief on the seat: "He finally drove Snape away?"

Many people thought the same thing as him, thinking that Snape's departure was all due to Professor Hemmer, and that he had bypassed the Dean and directly became the Vice Principal.

"Finally, I am very sorry to tell you that the school does not plan to hold a Quidditch match this year."

"What?" Ron gasped in surprise: "Then why should I learn Quidditch?"

Harry, who was also surprised, subconsciously consoled him: "You can think on the bright side. This will give you at least one more year to think about how to make money."

"Oh, why didn't I think of that?" Ron said sarcastically.

Harry gave him a helpless look.

McGonagall continued: "This is because there is a big event starting in October and continuing throughout the school year, taking up a lot of teachers' time and energy - but I'm sure you will all have a lot of fun doing it. I'm very

I am happy to announce to everyone that the Triwizard Tournament will be officially held at Hogwarts this year!"

"Merlin!" Ron's eyes widened in surprise.

"What is this?" Harry asked in confusion. Hermione, who was quietly plucking her ears, was about to answer, but she thought that maybe she shouldn't break the firm atmosphere at this time.

Fortunately, Principal McGonagall has continued to explain to the students.

"The Triwizard Tournament was founded about seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest wizarding schools in Europe. The three schools are: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmster

Lang. Each school selects a warrior, and then the three warriors compete in three magic projects. The Triwizard Tournament is held every five years, and the three schools take turns hosting it. Everyone agrees that this is a competition between young wizards from different countries.

A great way to build friendships - but then too many people died and the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted."

"Over the centuries, people have tried several times to restore the Tournament, but none of them has been successful. But fortunately, this time we are lucky enough to make the Triwizard Tournament a success with the help of Professor Highmore and Principal Dumbledore.

Established facts, plus ensuring that every warrior will not encounter life danger."

"In October, the principals of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will lead their carefully selected competitors, and the ceremony to select the warriors will be held on Halloween. An impartial referee will decide which students are most qualified to participate

Compete for the Triwizard Cup, win honor for your school, and personally receive a thousand Galleons bonus."

"One thousand Galleons?" Ron's eyes widened when he heard this number.

Looking at the restless students below, McGonagall continued: "I know that both the reputation and the amount of prize money are very tempting, but for the sake of safety, after discussion, we agreed that students who are too young should not be allowed to participate in the competition.

——In the end, this restriction was pushed down to the age of seventeen——Quiet!”

McGonagall had to shout again to drown out the students' comments.

"This is a very necessary measure." She emphasized sternly: "You must do this if you want to survive the competition - do you have anything to say, Toby?"

"Yes, Principal." Toby said simply: "Just one word, kids."

He scanned the auditorium with his eyes, and there seemed to be some kind of magic in it, which made the students suddenly become silent.

"I know some of you are very confident, or most of you think so, but believe me - as one of the designers of the competition, students who are too young cannot survive the competition safely.

——This time it’s no longer a small fight like in class.”

This passage is more convincing than anything else. The freshmen may not understand it, but the old students are all frightened.

Is it actually called a little fight in class?

So isn't there going to be a killing spree this time?!

"Thank you, Toby." Mag nodded to Toby, she explained some other things, and then let the students rest in the dormitory.

Under the leadership of the prefects, students from various colleges dispersed like a tide. Ron was still muttering his dissatisfaction in a low voice. Harry could only respond: "Don't think about it, didn't you hear it? Hai

Professor Mo will be one of the designers. I really can’t imagine what kind of competition there will be - eh, why do I feel like something is missing?"

"Of course you will feel this way." Hermione interjected: "The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. Until the end, Principal McGonagall did not announce the candidate to teach this course - do you think she will be the one to teach this course?"

Are you recruiting people?"

"One leaves every year, how could anyone dare to come?" Ron said in a sullen voice, "This is not a survival competition. There will be a prize of one thousand galleons."

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At this moment, what no one expected was that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor they were talking about was sitting on the sofa in the Ancient Magic Office.

Angela stared at the strange man in front of her with vigilance - his face was covered with scars, his mouth was like a big crooked hole, and the place where his nose should be raised was missing. The most terrifying thing was that his

Eyes, one of his eyes is small, black, and shiny; the other eye is very large, round like a coin, and it is a bright blue color - this magic eye does not need

Blinking, he was still moving around and moving very flexibly.

The water glass placed in front of Moody remained motionless. He only wanted to drink the contents of his curved wine bottle, which made Angela frown.

"You have to be vigilant at all times."

Moody seemed to be answering Angela's inner thoughts, and sometimes he seemed to be talking to himself: "A strange environment is full of dangers and unknowns. No one knows what will happen in the next second - in that block of ice.

What's there?" he asked suddenly.

Angela was not at all frightened by the other party's tone. She had already been tempered by Toby a lot. So she just drank the lemonade from her glass and deliberately did not answer Moody's question.

This can't be entirely blamed on her for ignoring people, it's really because Moody's tone is indeed not normal, and it even sounds like he is interrogating a prisoner.

At this time, the office door opened.

Toby walked in with the chubby Al alone, and he saw Moody's magic eyes turning sideways, looking at him.

"Finally we meet." Moody stared at him closely and said: "Toby Highmore, I have heard your name from Dumbledore more than once."

"Should I be honored for this?" Toby came over and stretched out a friendly hand to him, but Moody did not respond at all, and deliberately leaned back, as if Toby's hand

It's almost as poisonous.

"Do you live in this kind of environment?" Moody asked: "Since I came to Hogwarts, my looking glass has never stopped ringing, especially the loudest ringing here."

Toby retracted his arm without any influence: "On this point, I dare say that this room is much safer than many places I have been to."

"Including the principal's office?" Moody asked abruptly.

"This joke is not funny at all." Toby sat opposite him and said: "Why don't you go to the dinner? The students won't have the chance to know you - although the news of your coming to Hogwarts will spread tomorrow

Yes, but at least they have to be more mentally prepared."

"No need." Moody refused decisively: "I'm here to work, not to attend a dinner party. Dumbledore is not here, I don't have many old friends in Hogwarts, and I have informed McGonagall in advance.

After explaining it, she was willing to express her understanding."

"It seems that I was targeted by both of you at the same time." Toby said sharply: "What is this? An alliance with Dumbledore? Or have I become an enemy of the Order of the Phoenix instead of a member?"

"No." Moody said unexpectedly: "This has nothing to do with Dumbledore. It is entirely due to my own intuition. This time my intuition is stronger than ever before. I can feel it. You will feel sorry for me."

Hogwarts brings endless risks, and if it is not stopped in time, disaster will happen."

"However, the premise of all this is that I can survive this year's length of office limit, otherwise it sounds like this matter has nothing to do with me."

"Thank you for your hospitality."

He stood up, placed the untouched drinks and snacks on the table, and left the office without looking back.

As soon as Moody left, Angela began to complain: "Do you know how annoying that person is? He came here deliberately to find out the information. He is probably ready to arrest you. Come and familiarize yourself with the environment in advance.

What."

"I think we all know this." Toby said, looking in the direction Moody left.

"Hogwarts, which refuses to be calm, has ushered in another year full of troubles."