Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 370 Doubt

Office of Ancient Magic.

Lockhart kept fighting for one last chance to defend himself. He didn't want his name to appear on The Quibbler the next day.

Toby, sitting behind his desk, listened silently to Lockhart's "analysis".

"It can't be me." Lockhart said firmly, "I know my suspicion is very serious, but it really isn't me. I have been hiding in the ghost ship these days to avoid causing Skrein to get involved again.

Jay has a chance of finding me."

He explained in series for a long time, so long that even he himself began to feel dry, and his stomach gradually became hungry.

Lockhart then remembered that he hadn't had dinner today.

But if he can't pass the black devil's test, he probably won't have another chance to have dinner in the future.

Just when Lockhart was taking a short rest for a round, he heard Toby suddenly ask himself -

"Then who do you think will be the ones who put Harry's and Cedric's names into the Goblet of Fire respectively?"

Lockhart shook his head in confusion - is this a test from the Dark Devil?

"I don't know." He said hesitantly, "Not many people can do this."

Lockhart obviously knew the power of armor and devils very well. He also learned that the devil seemed to come from a powerful ancient Greek wizard - the invincible Herbo. It was not something that ordinary people could hide from.

"It's really not much." Toby stared at Lockhart and said, "In that case, why don't you let Grindelwald contact me as soon as possible? If he can't explain his suspicion clearly, how can I contact him?

How about cooperating with him to deal with Dumbledore?"

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"So you really didn't?"

"I don't have the time, let alone the ability."

"I do not have either."

Harry and Cedric exchanged a silent look, and they sighed at the same time. This was really a situation that neither of them wanted to see.

"I'm leaving first." After leaving the auditorium hall, Cedric did not climb the marble stairs, but walked towards a door on the right side of the stairs. He finally said to Harry: "I think we should talk together if we have a chance.

Let’s talk about this, what do you think?”

"Any time." Harry muttered. He just wanted to have a good sleep now and didn't need to think about anything.

After Cedric left, Harry lowered his head and walked up the stairs with heavy steps. He couldn't figure out why his name appeared in the Goblet of Fire.

What exactly is the problem?

Could it be out of jealousy? Someone felt extremely uncomfortable after seeing him become the world champion, and planned to use this opportunity to make a fool of himself?

But what's the point?

Just when he was about to reach the eighth floor, he heard a sound coming from above his head.

"Harry, is that you?"

He looked up and saw the face exactly as he had pictured it in his mind.

It's autumn.

A minute later, the two people stopped in front of a floor-to-ceiling window in the corridor, quietly looking at the night sky on the playground. The lights in Hagrid's hut were still on.

After another brief stalemate, Harry broke the silence and said: "It's not me -"

"I know." Qiu's decisive answer made Harry feel that no matter how much grievance he suffered, it was worth it.

"But others don't think so." Qiu continued: "On the way back, I heard that the Gryffindor students had decided to celebrate for you in advance. They are probably waiting for you in the lounge now.

.”

"This must be George and Fred's idea." Harry said with a headache: "It's a pity that I didn't bring the invisibility cloak with me. It's really fatal."

"Do you still have an invisibility cloak?" Qiu hesitated for a moment after asking this question: "How many things about you do I don't know?"

Harry had almost thought of Autumn's next question - how much did Ron and Hermione not know?

Definitely much less than Qiu.

"We just need time to get to know each other."

Harry felt that he was really shameless for saying this, because even he himself didn't know when he would be able to confess everything to Qiu - whether it was the devil or Harpo, this was something he could tell Qiu.

Is it clear?

Maybe he shouldn't have started this relationship in the first place.

"Is that really what you think?"

In Qiu's face, Harry saw the kind of eyes that seemed to see through everything - just like the eyes that Professor Highmore and Dumbledore occasionally showed.

Harry didn't answer, but Cho already knew the answer.

"That's not fair." Qiu looked at Harry's eyes that kept evading and said, "You also know that this is unfair, but you still plan to continue to get along with me in this way, right?"

"Because I can't explain it clearly to you."

Harry finally couldn't stand it anymore, and he retorted angrily: "How do you understand that not everything is suitable for sharing. Yes, that's right, there are many things that I didn't plan to tell you, but

I can't help it, you don't want to fall in love with a dead person, right?"

"Dead man?" Qiu looked at him in shock: "What on earth are you talking about?"

But Harry had no intention of explaining. He turned his head angrily, ignoring Qiu's shouts, and walked all the way to the entrance of the common room.

The fat lady looked at him with a very dissatisfied expression.

"That little girl has been waiting for you for a long time - maybe I should change the password to an apology."

"Wrongful behavior."

"It's almost the same to make you aware of your own behavior."

With the correct command, the Fat Lady opened the portrait, revealing the passage behind it.

After the portrait was opened, the sudden noise that filled his ears almost made Harry fall over. Dozens of hands stretched out to drag Harry into the common room, but the skill of the best seeker was no joke. A

Harry dodged them all in a flash.

He stared at everyone in the room with a cold face. At this time, the smiles on those people's faces had gradually become stiff.

"I'll only say it once."

Harry said in a very impatient tone: "I didn't, nor did I ask anyone to help me throw my name into the Goblet of Fire. Okay, please get out of the way and don't block the way. I'm going back to sleep."

No one dared to stop him, and everyone moved out of the way to let Harry pass.

George and Fred each held a firework tube, and they whispered something under their breath.

"Did I see it wrong?"

"I'm sure there's nothing wrong with your eyes - it's too bad, why is he looking more and more like Professor Hemmer?"

It wasn't until he entered the dormitory that Harry felt slightly relieved, and he was finally able to calm down.

Except for one thing - even after he slammed the door, Ron was lying on the bed facing in, with no intention of turning over.

Harry originally planned to ignore him, but when he passed by Ron, he couldn't help but roared: "Why, you don't even believe me now? Do you have to use this method to make me look good?"

Ron seemed to notice that Harry had returned to the dormitory.

He slowly turned over, his eyes were red, and he looked like he had just cried.

Ron's miserable appearance shocked Harry.

"What's wrong with you?"

"I feel so bad, Harry."

Ron jumped up and grabbed Harry's sleeve, wiping his tears and snot on his wizard robe: "Why did I give up on the plan to start a gambling game? So much gold is gone! All of it is gone.

No more!"

Harry was stunned for a moment. He remembered that Ron did say that he would bet on becoming a warrior to make money.

"Is it you?"

"How is it possible? I don't even know how to be a devil." Ron cried and said: "But the gold is gone. Hundreds of gold, even more than the championship bonus, is gone. I haven't caught a single penny."

It was only then, after such a bad day, that Harry finally showed a happy smile.

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The aftermath of Harry's election as the Hogwarts Warrior was huge. Almost everyone in the school heard about his outburst in the common room that day, and anyone who mentioned it again would not look good on him.

Harry was surprised to find that this actually made him a lot cleaner. He would have known that he should have been angry because of the lightning scar on the first day of school, so that there would be no people staring at his forehead and muttering incessantly.

There was only one thing that was a little weird - that was, in a later ancient magic class, Mr. Al who was passing by suddenly patted him on the shoulder, with a happy smile on his lips.

Although it seemed like he was lamenting that Harry had finally learned some of the essence of Professor Hemmer, Harry felt that it was better not to delve deeper into this aspect. He couldn't use the devil in public, and he couldn't do anything except

This method can defeat so many opponents.

Hermione was shocked when she heard Harry's idea.

"Shouldn't it be that you guessed wrong from the beginning? What is the essence of Professor Highmore? Your character is getting worse and worse, Harry."

Harry didn't take it seriously at all. How could he retract his previous thoughts after finally getting a taste of the sweetness?

And he found that it was really nice to be a person similar to Draco, and even worse if it was worse, and he didn't have to worry about anything.

Ron had no intention of interrupting. He was quietly drinking a bottle of butterbeer. By the way, today is the weekend, and the three of them had made an appointment to come to the Three Broomsticks pub to get together.

"You haven't escaped from those ridiculous fantasies yet?" Hermione changed her target and asked, "That's it. How long do you want to continue like this?"

Ron didn't answer. He raised the wine bottle in front of him, put it in front of him, and murmured with a dazed look: "It was almost, it was almost, we all have endless butterbeer."

"Stop pretending." Hermione snatched the bottle from him and said, "This is a non-alcoholic drink. Why pretend to be so deep in broad daylight?"

Ron still looked dazed. He swept his hand back and forth on the table, picked up Harry's unfinished bottle of wine and continued to drink.

"He is hopeless." Harry said helplessly: "And you should be glad that this is not the first day when the results come out. That is the most terrifying thing. It made the whole dormitory of us unable to sleep well."

Hermione made a disdainful sound, and the sound was so loud that the surrounding students couldn't help but turn their heads to look. But when they found that Harry was at the same table, they immediately turned their heads away, acting as if they were watching.

A ferocious fire dragon arrived.

Facing Hermione's look of "Let's see," Harry ordered another bottle of butterbeer comfortably. He hadn't felt so comfortable in a long time.

"When can Cedric come?"

"It should be soon. He hasn't been as [lucky] as you recently."

"You don't like to taunt others so much," Harry asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you? Did you take some gunpowder before you came here?"

"Of course not!" Hermione said angrily, "It's because Cedric actually rejected my proposal!"

At this time, Ron miraculously asked: "Are you talking about that stupid idea of ​​helping house elves?"

"That's not stupid at all!" Hermione said, taking away the beer Mrs. Romestad handed to Harry and stuffing it in front of Ron: "Go and drink your non-alcoholic beverage!"

Harry looked at his empty hands and had no choice but to ask for another bottle. Mrs. Romestadt walked away with a smile.

He turned to Hermione and asked: "Do you think that Cedric is so nice that he will agree to all your proposals? Don't forget that he grew up in the magical world, and he must have accepted some of them since he was a child.

Ideas you don't understand - like house elves simply can't be [rescued]."

When he said "rescue", he deliberately made a double quotation mark gesture.

"Because they have no hope of being rescued at all. You have no idea how I persuaded Dobby in the exam last semester. It really took me a lot of effort. Now it seems that you should be the one to take this exam."

.”

"Arrogance." Hermione narrowed her eyes and stared at Harry and said, "You are becoming more and more arrogant now."

Harry saw that his butterbeer had finally arrived again.

"Whatever you say." He said and stretched out his hand, intending to quickly moisten his thirsty throat.

At this moment, another hand suddenly stretched out from beside his head and took away the bottle of beer.

Harry turned his head in shock, and saw that Cedric was drinking heavily. He drank the whole bottle of drink in one gulp, and then he gasped and wiped his mouth and said, "I'm sorry I'm late.

Dean Sprout made sure to talk to me. Like everyone else, she didn't believe that I didn't vote for myself at all. I ran all the way here. It would be great if I could ride a broom."

"Take a seat." Harry said expressionlessly, "Another bottle of butterbeer, please. Thank you."

The corners of Mrs. Romestad's lips curled up again, and her graceful figure returned behind the bar to take out more stock.

As soon as Cedric sat down, Hermione didn't give him any good looks.

"Are you still angry with me?"

Cedric asked in shock: "Is it because of such a trivial matter? I really didn't expect you to be serious. I thought it was just a joke."

"Yes, I am serious." Hermione said angrily: "You arrogant, selfish, and ruthless pure-blood wizards-"

Harry didn't listen at all. He watched eagerly as Mrs. Romestad came over with his fourth bottle of butterbeer.

"Can we talk, Harry."

Qiu didn't know when she appeared behind his chair. The expression on her face was very complicated. The moment she appeared, the other three people on the table all looked over - even Ron, who was silent, stared curiously.

Keep your eyes open and don't plan to miss any scene.

"Or, are you going to buy me a drink? I can buy you a drink too."

Harry's face was as hard as stone. He said to the bar owner who kept laughing: "Give her this bottle of beer. Please help us find an empty table. Thank you."