Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 378 After the game

377 After the game

"It's a disarming spell again. Does he also have a self-casting wand? It seems that he doesn't. This is quite painful."

"The mummy rushed towards him - wait, what is he going to do? It seems that he has given up on this plan, which is a bit strange, but it doesn't matter, he is indeed the best seeker, he can avoid this - he

Got the golden egg!”

Harry panted while holding the golden egg. He fell to the cold ground and saw all the audience cheering for him.

Angela immediately took the scepter to subdue the mummy. Her eyes widened in surprise, and then she glanced in the direction of the tent.

She didn't expect that even Harry would pass the competition, which was different from what Toby had promised in advance.

When Cedric passed successfully, Angela thought something had gone wrong and almost got in on her own, planning to knock Cedric unconscious. Fortunately, Al pulled her hair hard in time to wake her up.

She realized that this was not a place where she could act recklessly, and there were still so many spectators staring at her.

"Nothing hurt."

Scrimgeour stared at Harry from afar and said: "Only the forehead is broken, maybe from a splash of stones. I don't think he needs to receive treatment. Let's just give him a score."

The other three principals all said there were no problems.

Soon, Harry's scores came out. Principal McGonagall gave him a score of 9, Lockhart gave him an 8, Principal Maxim also gave him an 8, and finally Scrimgeour gave him the lowest score.

Yes, but there are also 7 points.

Harry didn't know what these scores meant, but judging from the enthusiastic cheers from the audience, it seemed that they were not low.

"Your score is the highest."

Harry heard Professor Angela not far away saying: "It's probably because you weren't injured much, unlike the other three. By the way, what happened to your forehead?"

"What?" Harry paused for breath.

"It wasn't caused by a stone, right?" Angela looked at him doubtfully and said, "Is it because I was too nervous while waiting? The scar still looks very new."

"What forehead?" Harry still had a confused expression on his face. He raised his hand to touch his forehead, but was suddenly stopped by another hand.

"It's time for you to go to the first aid tent." Toby also walked out of the tent at some point. He said, "Don't keep Madam Pomfrey waiting too long."

"But, didn't the judges just say -"

"You are not his student. Listen to me and come here."

Harry could only let Professor Heimer take him away amidst cheers. He was led to the entrance of the second tent, and surprisingly, Moody was also there.

“Extra easy competition part.”

Moody's magic eyes kept scanning Toby's body, his expression seemed like he had seen a ghost.

"Dumbledore will be pleased that his most troublesome student didn't deliberately cause trouble during the game - are you still Toby Highmore?"

"If it's true - please give in." Toby stretched out his hand to push the doubtful Moody away, and he led Harry into the tent, where Madam Pomfrey was waiting for them, looking very relaxed.

"I just like content like this."

Madam Pomfrey praised Toby as soon as she saw Toby: "You saved me so much trouble. I don't have to deal with the dying students or pray for his soul. It's great. I hope the next games will be the same."

It’s your sole responsibility.”

"Then you may be disappointed." Toby shook his head, his eyes blocked by the long eyes: "I am only responsible for the first link, the rest still has to be specially controlled by the Ministry of Magic. I really don't know that Dumbledore

Where did you get so much time?"

"I said so." Madam Pomfrey turned into a worried expression again. She carefully examined Harry's body and found that there was nothing to worry about except the small scar on his forehead. She took out a small bottle of

Apply white essence on top.

Harry felt a tingling sensation on his forehead at first, but it soon turned into a cooling sensation. Something seemed to be healing slowly, and it was a little itchy.

"Don't touch it." Madam Pomfrey stopped Harry's arm from scratching and said, "Give it some more time, and it will be healed soon."

Harry heard Professor Hemmer say something with unknown meaning.

"hope so."

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"What's going on, Toby?"

As soon as she returned to the office, Angela eagerly asked the person in front of her: "Why did you suddenly change your plan? Didn't you agree to let the two children become mummies for a while? Did Dumbledore suddenly warn you?

"

Toby was not in a hurry to answer. He first brought the mummy on the field to the center of the office, and then smoothly took off the Pharaoh mask bit by bit.

During this process, Toby did not encounter any resistance even without Angela helping with her scepter.

He is not afraid of the Pharaoh's mask, but the Pharaoh's mask is afraid of him.

After the Pharaoh mask returned to Toby's hands, the thing hidden inside was finally revealed - it was indeed humanoid, but it was not a living person as Harry and Cedric imagined, but a piece of armor - Toby was

Armor brought back from the Castle of Death.

And Andros's devil, even during the game, was restrained by his armor and couldn't escape.

"I wish it was Dumbledore who had done it."

Toby's eyes kept flowing between the three, and then slowly fell on the armor.

"But the actual problem is much more complicated than we imagined."

——

night.

Harry, who had been celebrating all day, appeared in the Ancient Magic Office in confusion. While having dinner, he suddenly received a note from Professor Hemmer, instructing him to come over at 8 p.m.

He saw many of Professor Heimer's collections in the office. Most of the things were still the same, except for the armor that had not been seen for a long time.

Harry knew that there was a devil inside the armor, and he heard that students in a grade below them had seen the devil with their own eyes and had to overcome their fears in class.

He didn't know which of the two things was more acceptable than the mummified rooster - they were all teaching materials that needed to be used when explaining immortality, in order to tell students through various methods that there is no such thing as eternal life.

, except turning into a monster that cannot be explained by life and death.

Harry gradually recovered his thoughts. He sat obediently across from the desk, and Professor Heimer was sitting on the other side, looking at him constantly.

This time Mr. Al and Angela were also there, but they were not gathered together. Instead, they were sitting on the sofa not far away, playing wizard chess silently, and only occasionally would they look up and glance here.

"professor?"

Harry couldn't wait any longer. Professor Heimer's gaze made him feel very uncomfortable. He couldn't explain what it felt like.

"Are we also going to learn the death lesson today? Don't we need to call Ron over?"

"No need." Toby did not look away. He was still staring at Harry's forehead and said, "This time I came to talk to you specifically. Before the conversation officially begins, I have something to ask you."

"Ask Professor." Harry said uneasily.

"Do you really not remember what happened in the tent?"

Toby asked straight to the point as soon as he came up: "No memory at all? I didn't cast a forgetting spell on you."

Harry thought carefully for a while, his brows furrowing.

"What is it?" After thinking about it, he asked puzzledly: "I remember asking you a few questions and then waiting for the game to start. Are there any other things?"

Toby's eyes suddenly became much heavier.

He changed the question.

"Do you still remember that before the game that decided whether to be selected for the World Cup, you suddenly had a sharp pain in your forehead for a while? It was not until you returned to Hogwarts later, and with Angela's comfort, that the pain finally subsided.

Relief." (Chapter 339)

Of course Harry remembered this incident. The pain came so suddenly that it even made him think that he might as well be dead. It was so painful that he couldn't bear to live.

Toby stared at Harry for a short moment.

"If it were Dumbledore, I don't think he would tell you the truth directly, but I'm different. I hate the feeling of being concealed, so I won't do this to students. Listen first, Harry.

No matter what you hear, you have to stay calm, you know?”

The expression on Harry's face suddenly became more uneasy.

After listening to Professor Heimer's story, Harry realized that he had uncontrollably pressed the scar on his forehead in the tent.

His expression gradually turned frightened.

"Am I being controlled? Is it because of Horcruxes again?"

"It seems you already know the answer." Toby narrowed his eyes slightly and said: "Horcruxes do have such abilities. You may be too lighthearted. At least you didn't think about killing anyone, and you didn't suddenly pull out the wand.

Casting a killing curse on yourself is within acceptable limits."

Harry didn't see how it could be accepted at all.

"There's something I need to make clear to you."

Toby suddenly brought up the painful scar incident again.

"If there were no comparison with this incident, maybe I wouldn't be able to figure it out in a short time - but, Harry, when you were in agony, Dumbledore and I happened to be in the Castle of Death, and took away the

That booklet."

"Then this time, something strange happened just when you were about to face the armor mummy - to be more precise, you were about to become the armor mummy's little follower. It wasn't until I changed my mind that you finally stopped trying.

Button your forehead."

"I think these two things are related - both are related to the Castle of Death. And not only related to you, but also to Helbo."

"After all, we all know now that you are not the mysterious man's Horcrux, but Haierbo's."

Harry was speechless, he was so panicked.

After the last painful incident, Harry originally thought that this incident would be over, at least it would not happen again in a short time.

But he never expected that not long after this, he had already turned into a puppet, unable to even notice what he had done.

What should he do?

"Calm down, Harry."

At the same time that Toby said this, the chess game between Al and Angela seemed to have ended, and he stood up from the sofa and walked over.

"I think we have to verify it again. Only in this way can we understand Haierbo's true purpose. And you don't need to worry about this. Judging from the strange behavior you showed twice before, Haierbo seems to be okay.

The inability to control you accurately is entirely your subconscious reaction as a Horcrux - there should be no problem, are you willing to give it a try?"

"Before verifying, I have to ask for your permission in advance. In any case, this does not seem like a safe behavior-"

"Of course I have to do this!" Harry said impatiently: "I don't want to wake up one morning and find a big hole in my head, even if it hurts other people."

Toby nodded with satisfaction.

"As expected of my student." He said.

——

After Harry agreed, he did not need to leave the office immediately, but silently watched other people in the room working.

Knowing the results in advance, Professor Heimer obviously decided to make more preparations. He asked Angela to take back the wand and stand by. Even his own wand was assigned to Al, ready to change at any time.

into a huge Thestral.

As for Professor Heimer himself, he was shrouded in a magic ball, with bright light flashing constantly on it, as if he was ready to cast an extremely powerful magic circle at any time.

Then, as Harry watched anxiously, Toby picked up the Pharaoh mask and pressed it on the visor of the armor little by little.

This is really a very strange thing. After all, the armor cannot be regarded as a living thing, but a miracle happened. It soon turned into a burly mummy, similar to the one Harry saw in the game.

There is no difference between one body and another.

The only difference was that the mummy seemed very honest in front of Professor Heimer, without roaring or acting recklessly.

"It's your turn, Harry."

Harry took two deep breaths, stood up, and nervously walked to the armored mummy.

"Relax, don't worry, you'll wake up in a while, I promise."

Amid Toby's comforting voice, the armored mummy stretched out a trembling arm, with ribbons extending from it. Harry closed his eyes tightly, silently enduring the discomfort, hoping it would end as soon as possible.

Even if I pass out quickly, that's fine.

His wish came true. In less than 5 seconds, a brand new little mummy appeared in the office, squeaking non-stop.

Al was teasing it by circling back and forth on the flying carpet, while looking around suspiciously.

Angela and Toby are no exception. They keep a close eye on the surroundings of the office, wary of any possible crises.

Everything was quiet, nothing happened.

"It seems it's okay." Angela breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It should have been just a coincidence before - where are you going, Toby?"

Toby suddenly left Harry alone, rushed out of the office, and disappeared.

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"Harry, are you back?"

Ron opened his eyes half asleep in the dark. He didn't want to ask anything, and he wasn't curious about the conversation between Harry and Professor Hemmer.

"Go to sleep first, we'll talk about the rest in the morning. Why are you still standing here?"

This time, Ron opened his eyes wider.

There was no one beside his bed.

There was only a kerosene lamp hanging quietly on his head. From the perspective of this kerosene lamp, it seemed that some transparent person was leaning down to observe him.

Face to face, you can even hear the sound of breathing.