Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 373 Wand Check

Ron really didn't expect that this trip would lead to such a serious matter - the reason why he studied the devil was to protect himself?

The monster butler of the Castle of Death is also missing?!

This made him uneasy in the next few days, fearing that he would see one after another after waking up in the middle of the night.

"Eh? What does that monster butler look like? It seems to be invisible, right?"

Despite this, Ron could not help but put on the faces of the people he feared most - spiders.

After having this idea, he immediately became more uneasy.

This uneasiness lasted until I received extracurricular tutoring from Professor Heimer on the weekends.

"Are you afraid of spiders?" Toby asked, staring at Ron. His smile looked a little weird: "This should be a good starting point. Don't get me wrong, I didn't say that you will become a devil in the future.

It looks like a spider, I can’t tell.”

Ron suddenly became frightened. Letting him deal with the spider devil day and night would be the same as killing him!

The method for Ron to learn how to be a devil is no different from what was taught to Harry - he has to start with his magic circle item, which is Ron's sweater that looks like Mrs. Weasley.

After arranging for Ron to sit on the sofa and stare at the sweater, Toby turned to look at Harry, who had arrived with him.

The expression on his face looked extremely uneasy.

"Have you made your decision too?"

Toby didn't give him any more time to think.

After a brief moment of confusion, Harry nodded vigorously.

"Yes, Professor, I still want to keep my devil. It might be useful in the competition."

Toby looked at him and laughed: "A poor excuse, but a good ambition - come with me, Harry."

Toby brought Harry to the three familiar skeletons.

Just last semester, James tried to communicate with the ancestor of the Potter family, Ignotus Peverell. At that time, he mistakenly thought that Herbo was afraid of this ancestor, but Harry later found out

Not so.

Ignotus noticed the appearance of Herbo during the ritual of summoning the God of Death, but he had no ability to resist, so he had to "smartly" make a wish to hide it, but the price was that he would never be able to be with his family again.

Reunion together.

That's why Toby later found only the bones of Cadmus and Antioch. As for Ignotus's, they were additionally buried on the island where Azkaban is located.

Today, Harry came to these three skeletons again.

He probably guessed what Toby was going to do.

"Shall I try to see Death, Professor?"

Harry knew that Professor Highmore had the ability to face death through these three skeletons, and not only Professor Highmore, but also James could do this method.

The sofa area where Ron was sitting had been separated by a curtain.

After a brief silence, Toby nodded and said: "Yes, Harry, before you become the master of death, you must have the courage to face death."

Harry was not surprised at all by this. He had made mental preparations in advance and knew very clearly that he would have to face this day sooner or later.

But when he learned that Professor Heimer would not be with him this time, he still panicked.

"This is also for your own good."

Toby said with relief: "Because once I appear, I will definitely become Death's favorite target, so I don't know how long it will take. The best way is to let you contact Death alone, but there is no need."

Too worried, you also have your own support - have you brought the Potter family's invisibility cloak?"

Harry touched the bulging wizard's robe in his stomach, where the Invisibility Cloak was now.

"Bring it, Professor."

"That's good." Toby said: "As a relic of Ignotus, it is one of the few items that has the ability to avoid death. You will have to rely on it for this lesson. If you feel that you can't hold on, hurry up.

Put on the invisibility cloak, do you understand?"

Harry silently took out the Invisibility Cloak, took several deep breaths, and then nodded.

"Very good." Toby said, looking at him, and then led Harry to the skeleton of Ignotus.

"Then, let's get started."

This is not the first time Harry has read historical scenes related to skeletons. He has even helped James do this - the method is very simple, just use the devil to pretend to be Death, and then ask that sentence -

"Tell me what my wish is."

"revenge."

There is always only one answer.

Harry didn't know what became of those who answered incorrectly, and he didn't want to know.

The only thing he knew clearly was that it was very difficult to wait for the gaze of Death. For this reason, Harry had to repeatedly watch the scene of Ignotus panicking when summoning Death, because Herbo suddenly found them.

This was equally difficult, Harry thought from the bottom of his heart.

It wasn't until the eye of death really glanced at him that Harry realized that he had thought of this matter too simply.

"Tell me, my wish——"

Inexplicable fear struck Harry. This was the first time he faced death in a real sense. He was so frightened that he could not do anything. The first thing he did after finally regaining his strength was to ignore everything.

Put the invisibility cloak on your head.

The picture disappeared, and the position of the God of Death changed. Professor Heimer was looking down at the pale Harry.

"Why." Harry was shaking so hard that he couldn't even finish the question.

"Do you want to ask why you felt that way just now?"

Toby said in a deep tone: "Otherwise, do you think being targeted by Death would be a good thing? But don't be discouraged. My performance when I faced Death for the first time -"

"Are they similar to me?" Harry asked hopefully.

"It's not that exaggerated." Toby struck mercilessly: "After all, the scene when I saw the God of Death for the first time was completely different from now. There was no professor to help me take care of me, and there was also a crazy one who wanted to bite me to death.

As for the werewolf, I was thinking how bad it could be, no matter how bad it is. It turns out that being targeted by death is the worst thing."

"Take a five-minute break and then we'll continue."

The first session of special counseling was difficult for both Ron and Harry. Ron failed to find any clues about the devil until the end, and he suspected that he was wasting his time.

As for Harry, at least he no longer needed Professor Heimer's help. He could turn the rune snake into Death's witch robe, cover his body, and summon the tragedy of Ignotus by himself.

After Professor Heimer announced that it could be stopped, both of them were almost exhausted, especially Harry. Repeatedly summoning the devil consumed so much of his magic power that he no longer had the strength to sit up from the floor.

Suddenly there was an explosion-like sound in the room, and Dobby appeared in the same manner as when Harry was doing the devil's special training - he specially put on a set of colorful clothes for vacation, and wore several layers of socks.

He was also pulling a small cart filled with all kinds of food.

"Go back when you're full." Professor Haimer's instructions seemed like the sound of nature.

"Harry Potter!"

Dobby was extremely excited when he saw Harry, but he seemed to remember something when he bowed. He finally suppressed the tears in his eyes and said as calmly as possible (actually he just didn't cry loudly).

: "Dobby finally has the opportunity to serve you again. It's such an honor."

Ron, who was stuffing the sausage into his mouth, said vaguely: "Very good, that's it. You don't need to say hello to me. Wait until I'm full first."

Harry knew that it was the exams from last term that had taken effect, so that Dobby didn't need to be as exaggerated as usual.

He glanced at Professor Heimer who was sitting back behind his desk, and after thinking for a while, he asked Dobby: "Hermione - do you remember Hermione? Has she been looking for you recently?"

Ron also quietly pricked up his ears.

Both of them knew that Hermione would not give up so easily, or in other words, they rarely saw Hermione give up.

"Hermione?" Dobby's eyes became as big as light bulbs, and his voice became unpredictable: "Of course I remember her, Harry Potter, and not just me, the kitchen

All the elves here know her."

"Is there such a thing?" Ron asked in surprise. He had no idea that Hermione had secretly made so many "new friends".

Look at himself again, he doesn't even know how to get into the kitchen.

"It's true." Dobby was very familiar with Hermione's arrival: "She didn't say anything after she arrived. Instead, she kept helping to make cookies. At first, this scared the other elves and they couldn't see it.

There were wizards busy in front of her. She didn't give up until later when she asked those elves to help improve her cooking skills."

Harry exchanged a look with Ron with a strange expression - they had always thought that the cookies Hermione brought back from the kitchen were made by elves, but they didn't expect that they were actually made by Hermione herself.

No wonder, when Ron complained loudly that the biscuits were not as delicious as the last time, Hermione always rolled her eyes. They thought Hermione was complaining, but now it seems that this is not the case at all.

"Didn't she do anything extra?" Ron asked doubtfully. This was really not in line with Hermione's style.

"No more." Dobby said honestly: "No more than making biscuits."

Well, now the two of them couldn't see through Hermione's plan at all.

Harry glanced at Professor Heimer not far away again, but the other person was just reading quietly, with no intention of commenting or solving his doubts.

Only when the two of them left did Toby give them a sudden instruction: "It will be the same time next weekend. If something happens, remember to ask for leave in advance with me."

"Yes, Professor."

——

Whether it is Ron or Harry, they have gradually become familiar with Professor Heimer's tutoring classes in the past few days, especially Harry who has experienced it the most. He knows that Professor Heimer is not willing to take up formal class time, and more

Classes are held on weekends.

But this also means that he spends less and less time with Qiu.

This was originally not a good thing, but somehow, ever since that meeting at the Three Broomsticks, Qiu seemed to understand Harry's thoughts completely, and would not embarrass the other party on such trivial matters at all, and she would not talk too much.

Asked a question.

But the success of the relationship is not enough to offset all Harry's troubles.

Because he discovered that he really couldn't get along with the Potions class.

During a Potions class on Tuesday, Harry noticed Professor Slughorn wandering behind him from time to time.

He originally thought that the professor had given up on him in the first class of the semester, but he didn't expect that it didn't take long for the professor to stick with him again.

Moreover, Harry also discovered that Professor Slughorn's eyes were no longer just staring at the potion, but would also wander around him from time to time.

What exactly happened here?

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the classroom door, and a round little head poked in.

It was Colin Creevey. He walked up to Slughorn and said, "Sir, I'm going to take Harry Potter upstairs."

"Oh." Slughorn said as if he already knew it: "It's the warrior's wand test, right?"

"Ah?" Colin said doubtfully, "Isn't it taking pictures?"

"Go ahead, Harry. If it's too late, you don't have to come back. Just ask your roommate to bring the textbooks."

Harry was afraid that Colin would make another joke, so he walked quickly past the classroom with his head lowered, not daring to stop for a moment.

Slughorn looked at Harry's back, then shook his head regretfully and said, "How could it be? How did he like dark magic? Can this be inherited?"

Well, he was still thinking about what Toby said.

Harry was led by Colin to a smaller classroom. Most of the desks had been pushed to the back of the classroom, leaving a large open space in the middle. However, there were three desks placed side by side in front of the blackboard.

Covered with a long piece of velvet. Behind the velvet-covered desk, there were several chairs. On one of the chairs sat Rufus Scrimgeour. He was talking to Professor Hemmer who had arrived for some reason.

Chatting without saying a word.

"Perhaps we should take this opportunity to test the wands." Scrimgeour seemed to deliberately induce Toby to say this.

"I don't need it." Toby's tone was very cold: "Anyway, even if I don't have a wand, it's not something someone like you can handle easily."

Full of gunpowder smell.

Harry looked back and forth, and he silently came to the table where the warriors were standing - this time, in addition to Krum and Cedric, who he had known for a long time, even Fleur was there, and he didn't know that she had heard about it.

Something, compared to the last time, the way she looked at Professor Heimer had completely changed.

Harry was very familiar with this look, because the students in school who had not finished their homework also looked at Professor Hemmer this way - the look in his eyes was full of fear.

But the extracurricular stories could not attract the current Harry. He gave Cedric, who had come earlier, a questioning look.

"I heard it was related to the interview."

Cedric whispered: "We were originally supposed to be interviewed by The Quibbler. Mr. Al accidentally revealed this. I originally thought it would continue like this, but I didn't expect it to be intercepted by the Daily Prophet.

It’s Hu.”

Harry looked at him with wide eyes.

"But aren't these two newspapers the same thing?"

Harry couldn't help but think so. After all, these two newspapers belonged to Toby and Dumbledore respectively, so there was absolutely no reason for such competition.

Cedric gave Harry a complicated look, which made Harry's heart skip a beat.

It seems that these two people are having conflicts again.

All this was more fully confirmed after the arrival of reporters.

Tonks, whose face was full of excitement, almost jumped up and down. She dyed her hair pink today. As soon as she came up, she couldn't help but curiously asked: "Are all the contestants here? Let me introduce myself first.

, I am the reporter who will be interviewing you later, just call me Tonks."