Archaeologists at Hogwarts

"Front Page News Abnormal Statement"

After careful elimination and vigorous pursuit by the Ministry of Magic, the previous disseminator of false news - Rita Skeeter - has been arrested. The original magazine that this person accidentally obtained has also been withdrawn by this newspaper. To express our apology, hereby

All readers will receive three months of free reading time for free. Here, Mr. Al, our headline reporter, also needs to say sorry to Minister Albus Dumbledore, if he can understand the random barking]

What follows is a lengthy explanation, as well as the specific treatment for Rita Skeeter - the current plan is to imprison her in the Cursed Injury Unit of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

As for what exactly the curse is?

A fantasy curse, or taking too much elixir, which made her blindly arrogant - anything goes.

In short, the decision as to how long she should be detained depends on whether there will be someone to look after her.

This is how a ridiculous farce ended.

"That's nonsense!"

Snape threw the magazine in his hand to the floor, eager to step on it again.

In any case, he never imagined that Toby's target would be Rita Skeeter. He thought that Helbo, who was deliberately guided, was the key.

Most importantly, he doesn't have the excitement of Toby's troubles to watch.

"Dumbledore is actually willing to accompany him like this. These two idiots!"

What made Snape most angry was when he met James in the corridor.

The corners of James' mouth were almost raised to the sky, just like the unruly hair on the back of his head.

His face is full of "I know what's going on", "It seems like you don't know", "Please me", "Try it", "Maybe I will consider telling you"

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Snape walked past James with a gloomy face, and the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom became quiet due to his arrival.

The students were originally discussing the apology statement published in The Quibbler this morning. To them, the most incredible thing was that the Ministry of Magic did not continue to pursue the boss of The Quibbler - who everyone now knows is Mr. Al.

―After all, its face is on the cover of the magazine.

As for Professor Heimer.

Who told him that his back was facing the cover of the magazine, but in the eyes of many people, the two are the same thing and there is no difference.

"Take out all your textbooks, or are you going to wait here for lunch?!"

Snape poured out his anger on the confused students, while James stayed in the corner of the classroom with his arms folded, silently admiring the scene of his enemy being furious.

But fate didn't seem to care about him too much.

"Mr. Potter."

Snape cast a sinister glance at James, then turned to Harry and asked, "Why don't you come and tell us what we should learn now?"

Hermione secretly pointed the tip of her pen at a photo on the page - that was a wizard who had been tortured by the Cruciatus Curse, his body distorted.

Harry couldn't answer. He seemed to be seriously distracted.

"One point from Gryffindor."

A satisfied smile finally appeared on Snape's face.

"Why don't you tell me again, what did we learn in the last class?"...

"It's a torture curse."

"Wrong! It should be the Gut Evisceration Curse. Let me see, I'm afraid Gryffindor will deduct an extra point because of you."

Now everyone could see that something was wrong with Harry.

"Maybe it's because he is preparing for the third test, so he becomes particularly nervous."

James heard Neville next to him mutter in a low voice, and his eyebrows wrinkled slightly.

Because Toby's death curse was too accurate before, Snape and James rarely had head-on conflicts in the following classes. But this did not include teaching students--so, James endured it silently.

After half a class, he finally said out loud: "Harry seems to be sick.

Maybe I should take him to the school hospital."

The corners of Snape's mouth twisted slightly into a victorious smile.

"No problem at all."

"What happened to you just now?"

James couldn't wait to drag Harry into a vacant classroom. As soon as he closed the door, he walked over and asked, and even put his hand on Harry's forehead to test the temperature: "It's not the cold season now, what's your temperature?"

Why is your brain so messed up?"

Harry stood motionless, even his vision seemed dull.

He said dryly: "I'm going to die."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" James suddenly burst into laughter.

But Harry didn't laugh.

James' face froze for a brief moment.

"It's Toby again?" He subconsciously thought of the guy who was specifically watching and framing his children: "What did he say to you again?"

Because there was no confidentiality requirement, Harry felt that some things could be said to very few people.

And he really hasn't recovered from yesterday's shock, so it's time to talk.

After listening to Harry's description, the expression on James' face was almost exactly the same as Harry's last night.

"You are joking?"

"I don't have Professor Heimer who said it won't hurt me, and he did say before that in fact, as long as he kills me, Helbo's last Horcrux can be destroyed. Now he has thought of something that will allow me to survive."

Way"

"You really think so?"

"How could I?!"

Harry suddenly became excited, and he began to circle around the classroom, shouting: "I'm going to die! I'm really going to die! But what did Professor Hemmer give me? A piece of broken stone!"

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"That's called the Resurrection Stone." James said thoughtfully.

This was what he had personally delivered to Toby.

"Yes, the Resurrection Stone!" Harry looked like he was about to collapse: "But who knows whether magic can bring people back to life - wait a minute."

Harry suddenly thought of something, and he stared at James.

"Do you remember? Do you remember how you felt at that time?"

James shook his head slowly.

"I don't remember it at all. It was deeper than sleep, and I didn't even have a dream. When I opened my eyes again, I was already doing things according to Haierbo's orders. His threats are always very intimidating. So, I'm sorry.

Well, Harry, I have no idea what death feels like."

Harry couldn't help but become disappointed...

James stared at him for a while, then suddenly said: "Do you still remember what I thought at the beginning? In fact, we can leave-"

"So you are here."

A voice suddenly broke the silence in the classroom. Toby opened the door and walked in, holding an exaggerated elephant ear next to his ear, almost telling the two of them that he was eavesdropping.

"I hope I didn't interrupt this wonderful father-son moment - but I had to come in because I just heard you were planning to take Harry away, didn't you?"

James stared into Toby's eyes: "I remember you said you would not harm your own students, so what does this mean?"

"Who? Harry? No, no, no." Toby shook his fingers from side to side and said, "The only person I really want to harm is Halper, and by the way, I can also help Harry avoid the threat of Horcruxes. This is something I finally thought about."

Although the method I came up with has not been tested yet, it is estimated that it will not go wrong."

"Estimation?" James' tone immediately became fierce: "This is a matter of life and death for Harry, and you are telling me an estimate? Do you want me to estimate it for yourself?"

"About this." Toby said with a relieved smile: "I dare say that I have done it more times than the two of you combined. Archeology has never been an easy job."

James and Harry became quiet at the same time.

"Okay." Toby didn't let the silence last too long. He sighed, and then said: "I know this is hard to accept, but you should also understand how wary I am of Haierbo. This is what I can do

The best way I can think of. And, as far as I know, if you want to get Harry out of this trouble, this is the only way - unless you can think of a better way - it seems there is no way, right?

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Harry and James looked at each other.

"Can your method of persuading people be simpler?" James immediately sarcastically said: "You think you can convince me and Harry just by doing this?"

"I knew it." Toby said in a serious tone: "But what if Lily is added to the mix?"

Visibly, the expressions of James and Harry became tense at the same time.

"Do you have any news about Lily?" James asked hurriedly.

"Not yet." Toby reassured: "But Harry will know when the time comes - if, I mean if, there may be such a possibility. When Harry dies, you will keep thinking in your heart

Recite Lily's name silently, maybe the God of Death can help you find her - after all, the God of Death is everywhere. And you don't have to worry about the God of Death causing Lily to die, because no matter how fast your thoughts are, they can't keep up with the soul of Haierbo

The speed of destruction - and I don’t remember the God of Death having the habit of buying one, getting one free, so - you might know where Lily is by then."

Another unreliable method.

This was Harry's first thought after hearing this.

But he couldn't help but ask: "But what if it fails? I mean what if all the plans fail?"

Toby turned to look at Harry, the smile on his face gradually faded, and his eyes became as deep as the depths of the sea...

"Then I will be buried with you. Because it was me who ate your devil, and I don't think the God of Death would like to be a substitute for the devil. The final punishment will definitely fall on me."

"Besides, I didn't have a resurrection stone at that time."

Another confusing conversation.

Harry didn't know where Professor Heimer got the confidence to think that this plan would go so smoothly, and where he got all the weird knowledge - such as the punishment of death.

Does the God of Death also have his own temper?

It might be easier to understand if it were a dementor.

Wait a minute. Dementors seem to exist in non-existence, so will the God of Death do the same?

Harry was completely unaware that he was already thinking along the lines of Professor Heimer without even realizing it, and was even accepting these ideas subtly.

But James is not easy to get around.

He did not see Harry off, but followed Toby all the way down the corridor.

"Why do you think the God of Death has such great abilities? And yet he can help you in every possible way?"

"Because this has been my experience all along. As I said, archeology is not an easy task. Danger and opportunity always coexist. This is not difficult to understand."

"What about the kerosene lamp? Couldn't it be Lily hiding inside?"

"Lily has completely lost her love? What can you do even if you find her? She may not even remember you."

"I will let her remember that Harry must also have this ability. He is Lily and I's only child -"

"The only, the only, Barabara - do you have anything else to explain? I also have the only magic ball and scepter, and I am the only half-devil wizard. You may also be the only one who has learned the Animagus Patron Saint.

Wizards, but what's the use of these? We have to find the right way, James - do you want to come in?"

They had arrived at the door of the Ancient Magic Office. Through the open door, James saw that there was already a guest inside - it was Lockhart. He was sitting on the sofa uneasily, and because he was sitting opposite

The look between Al and Angela made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"It's better." James glanced at Toby one last time and said, "I don't want to get into more trouble at all. Besides, we haven't finished this matter yet."

"up to you."

Toby said indifferently, then walked into the office alone, opened his arms to Lockhart who stood up, made a hug gesture, and said warmly: "Welcome, the traitor known to Grindelwald."

Lockhart stopped the car in time, leaned back violently, and escaped Toby's pursuit.

"What did you say?" He asked in surprise: "What is a traitor? Where did the traitor come from?! How did I get known?"

"It seems you don't know yet." Toby shook his head regretfully: "By the way, have you erased the memories of your sisters?"

"Not yet." Lockhart said puzzledly: "I plan to wait for some time to have some free time before doing this - why do you ask?"

"I advise you to hurry up." Toby said: "Otherwise, Grindelwald is very likely to clean up the house. He must have known that you were secretly informing me, and Herbo was used as an excuse.

But I can't hide it from him - so now I have to go to him and ask some questions in person, where do you usually meet?"...

"I won't tell you!" Lockhart said in horror.uuReading

Big ship.

"I knew you would come looking for me."

Grindelwald's face appeared on the wall. He looked at Toby in the room and asked, "How was the trip to Dria?"

"It's terrible." After Toby said this, he glared at Lockhart impatiently. He was holding an amulet he bought from nowhere and kept talking to himself. He looked a bit like Wes.

The products made by the twins can at most be used to prevent your toes from hitting the door.

"Gilderoy, please go out first."

"Professor, me."

"You can't avoid the threat from Toby. Trust me, I know this better than you. Nothing will happen."

While Lockhart breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn't help but become suspicious. When did he become a traitor by default?

"Now we can have a nice talk."

After Lockhart left, Toby looked at Grindelwald's face carefully and said, "Did you learn this skill from the plant Animagus? This is a good microphone."

"Thank you for the compliment." Grindelwald responded with a smile: "So, what exactly do you want to ask me? If it is Dria Island, I am afraid I will have to ask you more questions."

"No." Toby said unexpectedly: "It's not Delia Island. That's over. I don't want to be a key one day."

"In fact, I didn't come to ask you questions at all, but I wanted to return the sentence to you intact."

"Oh?" Grindelwald asked interestedly, "What is it?"

Toby suddenly stood up, came to the portrait on the wall, stared directly into Grindelwald's eyes and said:

"I already know where you are hiding."