Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 360 Professors

Although the Triwizard Tournament is a long-lost event, there is another more important event for the entire Hogwarts.

That's Harry Potter back.

"Look, look at him quickly."

"I want to go get an autograph."

"Do you think he'd give me a kiss on my autograph book? Or maybe on the face."

"It's a pity that he has a girlfriend."

Harry lowered his head and hurried through the crowd. He murmured in a low voice: "This is nothing to regret."

"Did you hear that?" Ron shouted loudly: "Harry doesn't think it's a pity, so he probably can only give you a kiss on your autograph book."

The two junior girls were so frightened that they ran away quickly.

But soon, more people gathered around Harry.

While they were eating breakfast, there was an endless stream of people coming to congratulate them - Harry had already experienced it once last night in the House Common Room, and today there were congratulations from other houses - not including Slater, of course.

Forest.

"Your performance at the World Cup was simply fantastic!"

This was the most words Harry had heard this morning, but he had to say thank you while filling his mouth with pie, and he also had to sign autographs for these people.

Colin raised his camera and asked excitedly: "Can I take a photo with my brother?"

His younger brother, Denis Creevey, was a freshman this semester and was also sorted into Gryffindor, and he looked at Harry with the same admiration in his eyes.

"I want to send this photo to my dad." Colin added.

"Okay." Harry had to stand up again, holding hands with Dennis with a very embarrassed expression, leaving behind this nondescript photo.

After Harry sat back down, Ron gloated and said, "It seems you still didn't escape this fan meeting."

"I wish I could come later." Harry said depressedly, "It's better never to show up."

"Will you participate in the Triwizard Tournament, Harry?" Another Ravenclaw student who came over to congratulate asked: "I dare say that no one is more suitable to represent Hogwarts than you."

"Thank you." Harry responded: "But I'm not old enough, and I don't want to be detained by Professor Hemmer - he is the vice-chancellor now and has this power, right?"

"That's true." When the name Toby was mentioned, no one dared to say anything more.

Moreover, the students in the school unanimously believed that Professor Heimer drove Snape away. If you think about it carefully, it only took him less than three years.

As for the departure of Principal Dumbledore, few people would think that it has something to do with Toby. After all, Dumbledore did not retire, but became the Minister of Magic. This sounds no worse than the Principal of Hogwarts.

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"I really wanted to give it a try." Neville on the side interrupted: "But after hearing what you said, I don't dare to mess around."

Ron and Harry looked at him in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Neville asked confused.

The two people exchanged a look.

"How brave you are," said Harry.

"I don't even dare to think about it." Ron continued: "At most, I have seen it in my dreams."

Neville's expression became a little troubled: "It's my grandma. Ever since my parents were promoted, she has become more and more strict with me. In the past, she only needed me not to lose anything, but now I have to help my family win more."

Honor - just like you."

He looked at Harry and said.

Harry laughed twice, but luckily Hermione arrived at this time. She put her schoolbag aside and spread thick jam on the bread slices.

"You started eating again." Ron said with a strange look in his eyes.

"Yes, because I thought of a better way." Hermione asked arrogantly: "Harry, can you find a way to find Dobby?"

"What?" Harry asked nervously, "I don't have time, and I don't know what to do."

"Forget it if you don't want to help." Hermione snorted: "In the worst case, I'll go find Professor Hemmer. He will definitely understand me."

Just last year, Professor Heimer hoped that Harry could pass his own exam - try to change Dobby, at least not let him punish him so cruelly.

It's hard to say what role ancient magic played in this, but after Harry's repeated persuasion, Dobby really made some changes - at least he will no longer scare Thurse just because he hears the name of his former master.

Trembling.

So Professor Heimer gave Harry a qualified evaluation.

In addition, they also saw clearly that Professor Heimer was indeed the best candidate to find Dobby.

"I seem to have something to do with him." Ron looked at Harry and said.

"Me too," Harry whispered back.

They have special course content this year - one is to learn about the devil, and the other is to find a way to become the master of death.

Moreover, Harry also shoulders another important mission that James gave him - to find clues to Lily Evans' appearance and to find out where Professor Hemmer discovered this.

In other words, Harry is going to become a spy.

"Are you really going to do this?"

Ron, who learned the secret on the train, asked, and Hermione also looked over curiously.

"I'll think about it again," Harry said hesitantly.

He still can't make up his mind completely yet.

Before they had finished their breakfast, there was a rustling sound above their heads, and more than a hundred owls flew in, bringing everyone the morning mail.

Harry immediately raised his head, having a premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, Hedwig appeared, flew slowly in front of him, pecked his fingers affectionately, and Ron picked up a bowl of water and handed it over.

"Is it Gjern's letter?"

"That's him." Harry opened the envelope. He read it carefully and said, "Gjeon made an appointment to meet me at the Pig's Head pub over the weekend."

"It seems you have to hurry up." Hermione said: "In less than a week, you have to think carefully."

Hermione was right, there really wasn't much time left for Harry.

But fortunately, the first day of a new semester is always relaxing, and there was no ancient magic class today, which made Harry feel a lot more relaxed.

Until they saw a blast-ended skrewt in Care of Magical Creatures class.

"What the hell?"

"Blast-Ended Skrewt, Malfoy, don't think that I can just find trouble when I'm in a good mood - watch carefully!"

Draco, whose face was turning green and red, narrowed his eyes. Hagrid kicked several boxes on the grass over and let them look inside.

Then some people wish they had a pair of eyes that have never seen this thing before.

The things in the box looked like deformed giant lobsters with their shells removed. They were white and gray and sticky, and looked very scary. Many legs were sticking out in random directions, and you couldn't see where the head was. There were about a hundred lobsters in each box.

, each about six inches long, crawling on top of each other and bumping against the wall of the box in a daze. They also emitted a very strong smell of fish and rotten shrimp. Every now and then, a fried-tailed snail would

Some sparks will be emitted from the tail, and then with a soft popping sound, the snail will advance a few inches.

"It seems like he's back to his old self again." Ron whispered, his eyes full of worry.

Under Hagrid's instructions, they had to take care of these snails, and they started by finding out what food they liked.

Ron was deliberately perfunctory and seemed to hope that they would all starve to death.

Then, they went through another divination class that had no beginning and no end, and Professor Trelawney was still the same, showing great interest in the impending doom.

"I want to drop out of the class." After they finally left the incense-scented closed classroom, Ron said with a grimace: "I would rather waste my time on the History of Magic class."

"You have a beautiful idea," Harry said.

Everyone knows that you can sleep casually in Professor Binns' class.

They went downstairs with the crowd. Harry heard someone calling him, and the sharp-eyed Hermione immediately said: "Let's go first, Harry."

"Eh!"

"Eh!"

Ron was taken away in a daze, and Harry was wondering. When he turned around, he saw that the person coming was Qiu Zhang.

"Where are your friends?"

Qiu, who finally squeezed in, asked curiously: "I still want to say hello to them - after all, we were a little unhappy when we met yesterday."

"Uh." Of course Harry understood what was going on. Hermione took Ron away in advance just to avoid embarrassment.

"They. Let's talk about it next time when we have a chance. Do you have classes soon?"

"No." Qiu shook his head and said, "That's why I thought of coming to find you."

"I don't have any classes either." Harry said inexplicably nervously.

What happened next was very natural. The two people left the castle and found a piece of soft grass to sit down by the black lake. They looked at the big octopus in the lake lying motionless on its back on the water.

Even when they were alone together for a long time, people still kept coming to Harry to sign autographs. In this regard, Qiu behaved considerately, occasionally helping to hand over pens, and did not take the initiative to leave here.

After sending away yet another reluctant girl, Harry felt that he could no longer continue like this.

"We'd better change places." He said apologetically.

"I was just thinking about it." Qiu said funnyly: "When are you going to wait until you speak? I thought you were enjoying it."

"How is that possible?" Harry suddenly became even more embarrassed.

After packing up their things, they walked to a less crowded place.

"Is anyone looking for your autograph?" Harry asked as he walked.

"Yes, but not as exaggerated as you." Qiu joked again: "I guess it's because those people know that I am your girlfriend, so they are embarrassed to talk to me - don't think that I can't recognize those girls.

thoughts."

"Ah?" Harry really didn't see these things: "You mean they didn't come to me all because of Quidditch?"

"It can only be said that it is a very small part." Qiu shook her head and said, "For example, boys must do it because of Quidditch, but girls are different - haven't you noticed? People who look for Cedric are more likely to look for people like Fred and

George has more in total, second only to you."

Harry felt deceived and even a little angry in his heart, which made his guilt towards Qiu even deeper.

"Sorry, I didn't know"

"Then how do you think you should compensate me?" Qiu interrupted with a smile, staring directly at Harry with her bright eyes.

Harry blushed, looked around guiltily, and then quickly kissed Qiu's face.

"You were not like this yesterday." Qiu said dissatisfied.

"Yesterday. Yesterday was because - huh?"

"What's wrong? Don't think about changing the subject."

"No, who do you think that is?"

Harry pointed at a strange figure on the playground and asked. Qiu turned her head to look doubtfully. The dim sunlight penetrated the clouds and shone on the other person's muddy face, which made her turn pale for a moment.

When Moody quickly walked up to them, Harry subconsciously stood in front of Qiu.

"Who are you?" he asked nervously: "I'm warning you not to mess around. This is Hogwarts, and Professor Denheimer won't let you go!"

Moody looked at Harry quietly, his eyes lingering on the lightning scar on his forehead for a brief moment.

"Harry Potter." He said in a dull voice: "It seems that I disturbed your date, right? Let me introduce myself first, Alastor Moody, your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. It seems that you

Never heard of my name." He saw this from Harry's expression.

"Can we talk alone?" He turned to look at Qiu and said.

"Do you need me to go find Professor Heimer?" Qiu asked Harry immediately.

That's the downside of not showing up to the back-to-school dinner. No one thinks of a guy like Moody as a good guy.

"No need." Harry saw that Moody had something specifically to say to him, and it must be something very important.

"Wise choice." Moody praised, grinning, making the scar even more scary.

After Qiu walked away, Harry accepted Moody's attention uneasily. He heard the other party say: "Dumbledore told me that there is a high probability that Highmore will continue to tutor you alone this year. Is this true?"

There was nothing to hide, so Harry answered truthfully: "It's true."

"Can you tell me what he will teach you?"

"I'm afraid not, sir."

Harry wasn't sure whether Moody was trustworthy.

"You don't trust me." Moody said sharply: "You don't even completely trust Dumbledore, but you are very frank with that guy Highmore."

"Is there any problem?" Harry asked with a frown. He could see that this man's attitude towards Professor Hemmer was not good, and his name was not friendly.

"There is a small problem." Moody's tone gradually became scary: "This school has been infiltrated by Heimer to a high degree. He has squeezed you all to death. No one will

Another chance to resist——"

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked in shock: "Professor Highmore is only the deputy principal at best, and above him there is Principal McGonagall, and at the worst there is Dumbledore."

Moody suddenly interrupted: "It turns out that you also know that he needs to be controlled."

Harry suddenly became speechless.

"Okay, it's time to get down to business."

Moody did not continue to pursue this topic. He changed his mind and said: "Besides teaching, I have other purposes for coming to Hogwarts. This matter must be done with cooperation with a student. I can't think of anything other than you."

There are better candidates.”

"So, Harry, are you interested in participating in the Triwizard Tournament?"