Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 394 Treasure

393 treasure

Poor Hermione had no idea that all her actions were being seen by Toby. Before Hermione could even complete the goal of the House Elf Liberation Front, Toby had already used it in advance and kept it hidden.

Regarding the principal.

If it were the Quidditch World Cup, Toby's method wouldn't be so easy to work, and he would have to inform the principal in advance - after all, there are too many elves he wants to take away.

Angela was relieved to see the familiar Toby back.

"Then where are you going to drive Principal McGonagall to?" she asked: "Is it also the Ministry of Magic? What about the vacancy of the Transfiguration Professor in the school?"

"This matter is still early." Toby said mysteriously: "Compared with these, how to arrange the second link is the key."

"I thought you had already thought about it." Angela asked curiously: "Is there anything else that you can't figure out?"

After hearing this, Al immediately closed his belly pocket, fearing that Toby would really take his treasure and bury it in the black lake.

"Who else could it be?"

Toby sighed, looking very headache.

"Of course it's the man in the secret room."

——

Black lake, big boat.

"Is there any new news recently?"

"Yes, Professor, I just discovered that Dumbledore gave up letting the Ministry of Magic control the process of the game, and instead gave it all to Toby Highmore, but I can't figure it out for the life of me. Why did he suddenly change

Do you have to be so generous?"

Grindelwald was silent for a while, seeming to be thinking.

"It seems they are not far away from a formal break."

He suddenly made this judgment.

"Otherwise, Dumbledore wouldn't have left all such important matters to Toby alone. He had a reason to do so. Maybe Toby took advantage of it. By the way, I remember Angel

Has Ra returned to Hogwarts?"

"Yes, Professor."

"Keep an eye on her, the key is her, there is no doubt about it. It seems that Dumbledore has begun to pay attention to her."

"But, Professor, I am only one person, how can I keep an eye on both of them at the same time? I -"

The faces on the walls disappeared.

Lockhart stood there blankly. He opened his mouth and asked blankly: "Professor? Are you still there?"

No one answered.

"Why am I so unlucky?"

Lockhart began to complain to himself about his fate. It didn't take him long to discover that everything started when he returned to Hogwarts. To be precise, it started when he met someone who also returned to England.

After Toby.

Before this, he had lived a good life, occasionally catching dark creatures, helping local residents, enjoying the pleasure of being worshiped by others, and by the way, he could publish a new book and receive a considerable amount of remuneration.

This kind of life seemed so far away from Lockhart that he could hardly remember what it was like to hold a book signing.

"I don't know if my dear readers miss me. Letters from book fans are getting fewer and fewer."

As he spoke, he held the food prepared in advance in his arms, most of which were bread and dried meat that were easy to store.

After hesitating for a short while, he picked up a small bucket of pumpkin juice, then pretended to be nonchalant and walked out of the room, came to the deck, and greeted the passing students with a natural expression.

"Do you need my help, sir?" A student came up and asked diligently.

"No need." Lockhart habitually wore a mask named "Toby", and his long blond hair drooped down little by little, blocking his eyes.

"Just do your own thing, and remember to clear the snow on the deck. I don't want dear Krum to miss such an important game because of slipping."

This feels really good.

Lockhart looked at the shivering students and said silently in his heart.

Maybe he should try to use this style to collect materials for new books in the future, well. Only if he has the opportunity.

After thinking of this, he quietly covered his sleeves, as if he felt a flame burning on them.

After another ten minutes, Lockhart finally arrived at the lowest level of the ship. This was originally a place used by slaves to row boats. It was also the place where they had stayed almost all their lives, eating and sleeping here.

It is said that there were many Dementors on this big ship in the past, but they were driven away after being discovered by the founders of Durmstrang - Lockhart was not sure about the authenticity of this legend, after all, it was

This was all hundreds of years ago.

But he still didn't want to open this door, let alone face that guy who was even more difficult to deal with than the dementors.

After walking in and closing the door, Lockhart subconsciously tightened his collar. The extending rocker hole had not been completely blocked, and cold wind kept pouring in waves.

In the deepest part of this large cabin, a black figure was sitting silently. A weak flame was crumbling in front of him. From time to time, he had to use his sleeves to cover it to prevent it from being extinguished by the cold wind.

"Look what I brought you."

Lockhart said in as cheery a tone as possible: "Soft bread, fresh jerky, and a small bucket of freshly made pumpkin juice - that way you won't have to drink the lake water, right?"

Snape slowly raised his head, and his cold expression startled Lockhart.

"You're not dead yet, are you?" Lockhart asked hesitantly.

Snape stared at him silently for a moment, then returned his gaze to the pile of flames in front of him.

"You shouldn't have come."

His tone was colder than his face.

"It just increases the risk of exposure for no reason."

After observing him carefully for a while, Lockhart relaxed and walked over: "I know, but I'm not as cruel as you and Toby. The professor is also good to me. He rarely makes me suffer. No.

Like you are now - I say, if you really can't hold on, just tell Toby, you don't even need to come forward, I will find a way to convince him."

"Anyway, we have made an unbreakable vow, right?"

Snape subconsciously tightened his arms, but quickly released them.

"Are you worried that I will cause you trouble?" He said calmly: "Are all Grindelwald's men as timid as you?"

Lockhart sighed deeply.

"I can't help but worry. Sometimes I have to contact the professor through the ship. What if he finds you? I don't want to make him unhappy. Besides, no matter how bad the professor's eyes are,

Is it better than Haierbo?"

He began to rail against Snape's old master.

"You and James, now you have all betrayed him, and no one wants to go to him. Why, aren't you worried that he will come back to settle the score with you?"

"Don't compare me with that person." Snape's tone was much more serious.

"Okay, okay." Lockhart said helplessly. He opened the oil paper containing the food and pushed it in front of Snape: "You can do whatever you want, at least you still have bread and dried meat to eat now.

Didn't Toby say that he had eaten raw meat before and almost died? It seems that your situation is much better than him - forget it, I won't compare him with you, okay?

"

It was only then that Snape finally enjoyed his few dinners. It was obvious that he was very hungry, and he quickly swallowed most of the food Lockhart brought.

"You can eat them all," Lockhart advised, "I'll just bring them to you."

I don't know how Snape understood Lockhart's words. Instead, he refused to touch the remaining food. Instead, he wrapped them carefully and placed them next to the fire to prevent them from freezing to death.

hard to swallow.

Lockhart smacked his mouth loudly several times.

"Actually, there is one thing I have always been curious about."

"It's time for you to go."

"Wait until I finish, it's not a particularly private issue - it's still Lily Evans. Is it because of her that you agreed to help Herbo?"

Snape stared at him without saying a word.

"Don't do this to me." Lockhart shouted aggrievedly: "I didn't threaten you, nor did I force you to make an unbreakable vow. We are all victims in front of Toby. In other words, even if

I have to die to understand it - don't worry, I won't tell others, unless someone can break this oath, but as far as I know, no one should be able to do this, I have to wait until the end of time

That’s it—it’s the day the Triwizard Tournament ends.”

"Have you ever guessed what Toby is going to do?"

Snape still said nothing.

"Think about it." Lockhart simply gave up on getting a response and said to himself: "He has already driven Dumbledore away, and Principal McGonagall must not have been taken seriously by him, so what else does he want to do?

What are you going to do? Just—okay, let me get this straight—do you really believe that he will help you rescue Lily? We don’t even know where she is now."

"Is she really alive?"

Snape's eyes suddenly changed.

"It's none of your business." He said viciously: "The oath didn't stop me from attacking you. If I were you, I would run away as far away as possible now. Don't provoke me, and you will never be allowed to mention it.

to Lily’s name.”

Lockhart quickly stood up and said, "I'm going, I'm going to walk."

Silence returned to the cabin.

As time passed, the students on the ship began to rest, and Lockhart endured the dissatisfaction in his heart and fell into a dream.

Snape didn't sleep.

He carefully protected the fire in front of him, and suddenly started walking around the cabin, appearing very regular.

Finally, a magic circle gradually formed under his feet. If Toby had been there, he would have recognized it. This was the magic circle that used the Patronus to summon wizards. He had also used this method to play tricks on Harry and James.

Although Toby was not present at the time, the sudden appearance of Al still caused the father and son to suffer a lot - who would have thought that the patron saint of wizards would be a thestral? It could even become so harmless.

Sniff, this is incredible.

And now Toby had learned about this magic circle when he was talking to Snape alone. This was the reason why he was really willing to give Snape an extra chance.

The magic circle was awakened, and the strange and beautiful deer gradually took shape. Its figure was very vague and looming, and it was not as real as Snape's own patronus.

This special magic circle will undergo certain changes according to different wizards, because their patron saints are not exactly the same, which represent the souls of the wizards.

There are no two identical souls in this world.

This is what Halpo told Snape, and it is also the reason why he is willing to work for Halpo - everything is just because of this unique magic circle.

But for some reason, the magic circle did not last long, causing Snape's hanging hand to remain stagnant in the air. The silver deer in front of him had long since dissipated, and he was unable to make a successful call until the end.

This time Snape failed again.

Haierbo gave him hope, but refused to give him any possibility of success.

Just like hundreds of temptations in the past.

No one responded to him.

Along with the sudden cold wind, the last flame in the cabin was extinguished.

In the darkness came Snape's last whispers.

"I will find you."

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Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets.

Ever since Old Tom used Voldemort's Horcrux to attack him, Toby rarely came here.

But in the recent period, he often appears here.

Now, there is finally a new guest, or prisoner, in the secret room.

Fudge, who was lying on the ground, had no idea whether he was alive or dead, and the face of Voldemort on the back of his head was also close to dying.

Toby walked over and pushed back and forth with the toe of his shoe a few times, looking down at the wizard who was only afraid of death.

"You cannot humiliate me in this way," Voldemort said weakly.

"No."

Toby knelt down and looked into his eyes.

"I'm just curious why you haven't died yet. After all, you know, all your Horcruxes have been destroyed - unless there are some other unknown Horcruxes, such as a living person."

He moved his gaze to another place.

At the foot of the Slytherin statue, Old Tom was lying there quietly. He had not fully recovered and was unable to move.

The armor on the side stared at him dutifully, taking the Andros devil in it with it, never retreating even an inch.

"It's really interesting now that I think about it."

Toby said slowly: "At first, I originally planned to let you bring Snape back, but I didn't expect that he would understand your goal as soon as he heard about it. The only possibility for you to change your mind is Old Tom. I

I think he must have never seen the note I sent you, but he happened to know it - do you think Haierbo could also guess this? He has lived for so long and would commit such a crime.

Stupid mistake?"

"I think you don't know."

There was only pity in Toby's eyes when he looked at Voldemort.

"It's really pitiful. Until the end, you were just a test subject. It seems that Haierbo's love for living Horcruxes was not as early as I thought. You were the first to enjoy this kind of treatment, and you also used

Falling in love with a sworn enemy like my father."

"Don't look at me like that!" Voldemort roared with the last of his strength.

Toby simply waved his hand and completely blocked Voldemort's mouth.

"I'm not interested in the story between your father and son."

He continued as if he was not disturbed: "That is probably a plan that Haierbo has set up a long time ago, and the purpose should be to get rid of you as a hidden danger at any time - but, at least to me, you still have the value of being studied.

.”

"Don't worry, I won't let you die so easily. After all, Harry Potter is still alive, and he is also a rare living Horcrux. As a professor, I have to find a way to save his life.

"

"And, most importantly."

He looked at the scepter in his hand and the magic ball floating in the air beside him.

Both of these things are related to Merlin, and a lot of his soul was also placed in the deal with the God of Death.

"This might be useful to me too."