Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Screaming, retreating, the shoes were split open, revealing dark blue patterned socks, toes cramped, repairing the shoes——

The aftermath of the attack was no different from the one before school started, except that the socks changed color.

Toby looked at Quirrell suspiciously: "Why is it you again? Hasn't the mechanism to protect the Philosopher's Stone been completed yet? And it happens to be the Halloween dinner again. You don't go to the dinner, but come to the Forbidden Forest?"

Quirrell explained in a panic: "I-I-I am preparing lessons to teach students how to defeat trolls."

Fortunately, Quirrell had already thought of an excuse. He was the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, so he could use the content of future courses to evade suspicion.

Toby immediately showed admiration: "I knew you had real talent, Professor Quirrell, the troll is a good choice, and it's time for the students to change their view of you. Wait for you to defeat them in front of them."

Troll, you will definitely become a hero in their hearts. To be honest, you should choose this class as your first class, it would be much more shocking."

Quirrell was stunned: "You-are you serious?"

He has always longed for attention, otherwise he would not have gone astray.

"Of course." Toby said: "Don't underestimate the status of the troll in the hearts of the students. At least the troll is big enough. Think about that scene - the mountain-like troll fainted with a bang,

You're still standing safe and sound, there's no cooler way to start."

After a pause, Toby added: "Of course, it's still not as good as my magic circle, but it's hard to compare with it. What could be more shocking than a death performance?"

Quirrell was still immersed in fantasy. He watched as Toby picked up a purple turban that was originally worn on his head in order to cover the owner's face——

"Ah!" Quirrell cried out all of a sudden. He snatched the turban away and looked at Toby in fear.

Toby was startled by Quirrell's reaction: "Hey, don't make such a fuss, I just want to help, although now I understand why you wear a headscarf all day long, it's okay to be bald, it's better than greasy

Long hair is better. But I can recommend you a quick and smooth hair shampoo set. This shampoo set has the effect of growing hair——"

Quirrell only saw Toby's mouth opening and closing, but no sound could be heard. He subconsciously touched the back of his head, but did not touch the other face, nor the scar penetrated by the Shadowless Curse of the Divine Edge.

Voldemort seems to have disappeared, taking his injuries with him, but how is this possible?

Quirrell quickly put on his turban and ran away without any care. Toby could not even stop him.

"Hey! Professor Quirrell! - I didn't expect Quirrell to be so shy. He doesn't want to be discovered that he is bald. Or does it mean that he has a stronger self-esteem? Isn't he going to hold a grudge against me?"

Just as Toby was mumbling, Al sat on the flying carpet and flew back again.

"Anything gained?"

"ah!"

"You mean that's just an ordinary gathering point? Well, we found nothing again. We'll look for other places later. Now we have to go back quickly so as not to miss the dinner party."

On the other side, Quirrell ran out of the Forbidden Forest with complicated thoughts. The plan to capture the troll failed, but at this time, Quirrell couldn't care about it at all - where did Voldemort go?

Just as he was walking through an oak forest, panic suddenly took over his mind. Quirrell subconsciously slowed down. He slowly stretched out his arm and wanted to touch the back of his head, but was stopped by a deep voice.

Already.

"Over and over again...your plans have failed again, Quirrell...you really disappoint me..."

"Lord-Lord-Master, I--"

"Shut up... Stop trying to fool me with your lame excuses... We must act tonight... We must... steal the Magic Stone..."

Voldemort's voice finally disappeared, and Quirrell left the Forbidden Forest tremblingly. He could not think of resisting Voldemort at all, and had no other choice.

Even if there were no trolls, Quirrell would still have to break into the room protecting the Philosopher's Stone.

At this moment, the students are happily gathering in the auditorium. The Halloween dinner is much more interesting than the back-to-school dinner - a thousand bats are flying on the walls and ceiling, and there are another thousand bats that are like little balls.

Dark clouds circled and danced above the dining table, causing the flames of the candles in the pumpkin's belly to flicker.

Hermione was also in the auditorium, sitting next to Harry and Ron, and glanced up at the professor's seat.

"Why isn't Professor Hemmer here?" Hermione said in surprise, and planned to count again, but got the same result.

"Today is Halloween dinner." Ron complained: "Can't you mention something happy?"

Hermione glared at Ron, but Ron was really afraid of Professor Highmore - the most powerful evidence of this was that Filch had been talking about Professor Highmore's excellence recently, saying that he was what a professor should be like.

Students should be disciplined so strictly.

It is said that Filch's biggest wish is to visit Professor Hemmer's office, which is much scarier than learning the tools used to punish students in the past.

But Harry did not ignore Hermione's discovery. He also took a good look at the professor's seat and said thoughtfully: "Is Professor Hemmer trying to steal that small package?"

"You haven't given up on those ridiculous ideas of yours yet?" Ron felt like he was almost exhausted, and he couldn't stop even after a good Halloween dinner.

Harry retorted in a low voice: "Otherwise, why would he appear in the corridor in the middle of the night? It was the time he caught us. If there were only Snape and Filch, forget it, they must have got Malfoy's advance notice.

Notice, but do you think he dares to say the same thing as Professor Heimo? Before he can frame us, he will be detained by Professor Heimo."

"I don't object to this." Ron said: "Professor Heimer hates students who don't pay attention to the ancient magic class. Even if they chat quietly during class, they will be deducted. The strangest thing is that there is no dean.

I'm going to find trouble with him, and I'm still waiting for him to have another fight with Snape."

Hermione looked at the two of them with strange eyes, as if she was thinking about how she became friends with them.

"What do you think?" Hermione said angrily: "Professor Hemmer's behavior could not be simpler. He is just an ordinary strict professor——"

"His severity is not ordinary at all." Ron muttered quietly, looking like he was deeply affected by it.

Harry struggled for a while. He suddenly thought that even if Professor Heimer planned to steal the small package, he could not do anything. He did not have enough evidence to report Professor Heimer, and he did not dare to violate the school rules without authorization - he had already been detained a lot.

A sum of money was allocated to the college.

He picked up a piece of potato, and at this moment, Professor Quirrell suddenly rushed into the auditorium. Harry realized that all three of them had forgotten about Professor Quirrell. He was also not in the professor's seat, and his presence was horribly low.

Quirrell's turban was tilted on his head, and his face was full of horror. Everyone was staring at him, and they saw him walking to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaning on the table, and gasping: "

The three-headed dog was out of control - in the underground classroom - thought you should know."

After saying that, he fell to the floor and passed out.