Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 377 The First Project

Harry and Cedric remained silent on the way back. They were not used to such obvious cheating, and the burden of finding the real culprit made them even more uneasy.

But Professor Heimer's order cannot be disobeyed.

Before leaving, Professor Heimer also gave them additional instructions not to tell anyone about this matter, including their friends.

For this reason, Professor Heimer also set an example and told the two of them that he had not revealed any inside information to Principal McGonagall.

"Didn't you guess who it would be?"

Before parting, Cedric broke the silence and asked.

Of course Harry had doubts in his mind, and each of them was a big shot that was difficult to deal with.

Herbo, Grindelwald, or even Voldemort are all possible.

Perhaps this is why Professor Heimer is so cautious.

——

In the morning, Harry woke up and put on his clothes absentmindedly. It took a lot of effort for him to put every piece of clothing on the right place.

Ron woke up when he heard the noise.

"So, you are officially starting the competition today?"

He was trying to pretend to be indifferent so as not to disturb Harry's mood.

"Um."

Harry nodded, looking a little depressed.

Ron didn't know why Professor Hemmer left Harry alone that day, and Harry later used the excuse of extra tutoring to excuse him.

"Let's go and have some breakfast, it'll be good for you." Ron was afraid that Harry would look like he was playing Quidditch for the first time and would be too nervous to eat anything.

Hermione was waiting for them in the common room, and the three of them walked through the passage and came to the corridor.

Every student passing by was cheering Harry up, but this made him feel even more depressed. He was so depressed that he couldn't breathe.

He seemed to have become an outsider, watching his body enter the auditorium hall led by two good friends, and then with their help, he ate a pie of unknown taste.

The tension gradually became more intense. Just when Harry once again promised Hermione that he would never use the devil, the guests of the Ministry of Magic arrived at Hogwarts again.

"I heard that you are in charge of the first project."

Scrimgeour said as soon as he saw Toby: "And it hasn't gone through a risk assessment by the Ministry of Magic. Is this true?"

Toby glanced at him lightly.

"Why don't you ask Dumbledore." He replied calmly, his tone seemed very abnormal, there was no tit-for-tat, nor any ups and downs: "He is the one who made the decision, not you, nor will he be the one who made the decision."

I."

After Tonks told Toby about the riots in Azkaban, Toby finally understood Dumbledore's true intention of sending Scrimgeour to Hogwarts, in order to give him a way to keep an eye on Toby.

An excuse without disturbing the reform of Azkaban in any way.

Scrimgeour did not know about the riots in Azkaban. He had been excluded for a long time and had no knowledge of it. Otherwise, he would not have spoken to Toby with this attitude.

Dumbledore is indeed a very competent minister. He knows how to use power and how to make all his subordinates his own.

Time passed little by little, students left the castle one after another, and the playground gradually became noisy.

Those in charge of the game were also arranged in a tent, very close to the Quidditch pitch.

This also includes Toby, who is also here as the person in charge of the event.

Scrimgeour stood on the other side of the tent, seemingly deliberately keeping a distance from Toby. He was silently thinking about the reason for Toby's abnormal behavior today, and at the same time thinking about how to deal with it.

It didn't take long for the warriors to arrive one after another.

Fleur Delacour was the first to arrive, then the dull Krum, and then the complicated-looking Cedric.

Finally, under the leadership of Principal McGonagall, Harry Potter, the only underage warrior, also walked into the tent. His face was full of nervousness, and he only glanced at the expressionless Professor Highmore when he first entered.

, and then he no longer dared to look around, just found a chair and sat down, staring at his shoes without moving.

"Everyone is here."

Even Scrimgeour's tone was deliberately distanced. He glanced at Toby from a distance: "It's time to officially start."

Toby came to the four people and took out an inconspicuous small bag.

"There are four things here that will determine the order in which you appear. In addition, your task is to pick up the golden eggs. As long as you take away the golden eggs, you will pass, and the judges will give you the final score."

"Which of you comes first?"

The four of them looked at me and I looked at you. No one had any intention of moving.

In the end, it was Cedric who walked out first. Under the gaze of Professor Heimer, he put his hand into his pocket. When he took it out again, there was already a dirty piece of cloth in his hand.

There's a "3" on it.

It seems that it is not that difficult to have one person to take the lead, then Fleur, who was ranked first, then Krum, who appeared second, and then Harry, who already knew the result in advance - of course

The last person.

"Go ahead."

Toby looked at the first warrior to appear and said that Fleur seemed to have become no different from a Hogwarts student and did not dare to look into Toby's eyes.

Nervously and uneasily, she took out her wand and walked step by step outside the tent, arousing cheers from countless people.

In sharp contrast was the silence in the tent. After taking one last look at Toby, Scrimgeour also walked outside the tent. He needed to commentate on the game and score points later.

Toby did not leave. He sat on a chair in the corner of the tent, folded his hands on his chest, closed his eyes, and seemed to be resting.

"As we can see—"

Scrimgeour's meaningful commentary came from outside the tent: "This is what the warriors have to deal with - a living mummy. I believe anyone who has watched the World Cup performance knows that the ancient magic professor at Hogwarts has

The ability to control that mask is a very dangerous and evil thing——"

"I think it's better to explain it normally." Principal McGonagall's voice interrupted, and Lockhart even appeared to support: "Yeah, I don't want it to target us soon, don't you think?

"

The commentary paused for a short while and then became normal.

"She took out her wand and tried to use a spell to subdue the abnormal-looking mummy - of course, it failed. Ordinary spells wouldn't work on it. I guess that's obvious, but it just gave us a chance to try it.

What are the weaknesses?"

Amid Scrimgeour's biased explanation, Krum hesitated for a moment, then walked up to Harry and Cedric, who were silent.

"I heard you took this course."

When he said this, he kept looking at Toby on the other side, but Toby showed no reaction and was still resting with his eyes closed.

"I also saw the performance before the World Cup - so, have you learned how to deal with that ghost thing?"

Harry and Cedric looked at each other silently.

"I hope so too, but it's a pity"

"Perhaps you can come and listen to the class when you have time, so that you can know what Professor Hemmer's usual style is like."

Neither of these men lied.

They knew very well that the students' abilities alone would never be able to deal with that terrifying mask - let alone something wrapped in a mummy. If it were really a living person, it might get worse.

However, fifteen minutes later——

“Very bold act!”

Scrimgeour shouted in a solemn voice, and all the audience took a breath.

"She got the golden egg. I didn't expect that she would have such ability."

When the explanation came to this point, Scrimgeour glanced doubtfully in the direction of the tent. He did not think that the method of dealing with this mummy would be so simple - it could be done by just making simple excuses.

But the process must continue.

"Now let the referee give the score!"

After a while, the whistle blew again.

"Now, please invite the next warrior!"

Krum took a deep breath. Even though he knew the result in advance, Harry suddenly felt extremely sympathetic to him.

"Good luck to you," he said.

Krum nodded and walked out of the tent stiffly.

At the same time, at the moment he just left, the only two remaining people noticed that Professor Heimer's eyes reopened.

"Are you all ready?" He simply asked.

Harry and Cedric nodded unnaturally.

Just when they thought the questioning was about to end, they heard Toby continue: "All weirdness has its traces. The person with malicious intentions is hidden among us, although we can't figure it out yet."

The real purpose is, but as long as you can catch the opponent in advance, things will become much easier to handle, and it will not affect your subsequent games."

These words sounded a bit like comfort.

Harry saw the same confusion as his own in Cedric's eyes. He really felt that Professor Hemmer didn't need to say so many words. Haven't the results already been negotiated anyway?

"Different methods, same results!"

Scrimgeour's commentary was accompanied by cheers from the audience: "Please let the judges score again and let us see how he performed."

Next is Cedric.

He stopped for a short while before officially leaving, wanting to see if Professor Heimer had any additional instructions.

It's a pity that Professor Heimer returned to his previous resting state.

This time, at the moment Cedric left the tent, Harry took a quick look at Professor Hemmer, thinking that the other person would also have something to say to him alone.

But Toby still didn't react.

This is a little strange.

Harry thought that Professor Heimer would talk alone with him, who knew a lot about him. Even if he just mentioned Helbo, he probably didn't find any clues. That should be it, otherwise.

Harry couldn't help but rub his eyebrows with his fingers. Even he didn't notice this move, feeling the lightning scar itching.

He listened silently to the commentary coming from outside. It seemed that Cedric had encountered a lot of extra trouble this time, and there were a lot more exclamations from the audience.

"It looked like it was irritated."

Scrimgeour explained it this way.

It sounds okay, at least it gives the mummy a more normal reason for its strangeness.

Harry scratched at the lightning scar faster and faster, still thinking about what he would see when he went out later - golden eggs, mummies, would there be another mummy that Cedric turned into?

Or will he be sent to the hospital early?

"What’s wrong with you?"

Harry suddenly saw Professor Heimer waking up at some point, and asked himself this question.

"I, I didn't do anything." Harry's forehead was already bleeding, but the expression on his face was extremely blank, as if he had no idea why Professor Heimer asked him this.

"What's the matter, Professor? Have you changed your mind?"

Toby stared directly at Harry, and his eyes became alert and cautious.

After an eerie silence.

"He succeeded!"

Scrimgeour suddenly shouted from outside the tent: "The disarming spell is really useful, what do you think? A mummy that looks so powerful was defeated by the disarming spell."

He was obviously speaking sarcastically, and he was just blatantly pointing out that there was something wrong with the game.

"I do not think so."

A picture emerged in Harry's mind - Principal McGonagall snatched the microphone and said: "You should take a closer look at his real ability, a wand that can be used to cast spells automatically. Besides, he just used his wit to steal the golden egg.

, you didn’t really defeat the mummy, it’s time to score!”

In the tent.

"Yes, Harry."

Toby suddenly said: "I did change my mind. Just behave normally for a while. There is no need to put any pressure on yourself. But don't forget not to expose the devil accidentally."

Harry looked a little confused.

"Okay then, Professor."

He slowly lowered his hand, and the blood on his forehead was bright and dazzling.

Finally, it was Harry's turn.

He stood up, clenched the wand in his hand, and walked out of the tent anxiously.

Harry felt as if he had fallen into a dream, with hundreds of faces looking at him from the stands above, some of which were later built using magic. At the other end of the paddock, a scarred mummy suddenly appeared.

Many of the cloth strips on the body were broken, but many new ones grew out later.

Professor Heimer's two assistants were also there - Professor Angela was holding a scepter that was taller than herself, and the mummy had to be quiet under the power of the scepter. And Mr. Al, it looked

She felt much more relaxed when she got up. From time to time, she wiped the sweat from Angela's forehead with a handkerchief, and kept fanning her with a fan, even though the weather was already very cold.

Facing the mummy's vague gaze, Harry walked towards it step by step.

What spell should I use?

He thought to himself, but couldn't help but doubt the scene just now.

Why did Professor Heimer suddenly use the descaling spell on himself?