Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Harry hid all his thoughts deep in his heart. As soon as he returned to the castle, he found an excuse to separate from the two of them and wandered around the castle.

Finally, he found the transparent figure in the armor corridor on the fourth floor.

"Nick! Nick!"

Harry yelled and ran over, and Nick backed out of the wall in confusion.

"Do you have a problem with me?" he asked.

Harry recounted what happened at the opening dinner again, hoping to get a more specific description from Nick.

"So that's what happened." Nick smiled and said, "Did you come to me because you couldn't understand Professor Heimer's interview? This is normal. I have also read that interview. I believe it.

You're not the only one confused."

Harry did not evade this ready excuse. He heard Nick continue: "But, Harry, even though I am the ghost of Gryffindor, I cannot speak ill of Professor Slytherin behind his back, even if he is born in Slytherin."

Neither can Professor Lin Heimer."

"But I can tell you that Professor Heimer is a very remarkable person, and the words I said at the opening dinner were not just derogatory."

"Just wait patiently. I guess you'll understand what I mean by Christmas."

Christmas?

Harry could only return to the dormitory in doubt.

What can Professor Heimer do at Christmas? Does this mean he will be chosen as the most popular professor?

This didn't seem impossible. Harry had long noticed that the students' evaluation of Professor Hemmer had changed, especially the fully automatic magic wand. Even he himself was deeply attracted by this idea.

In addition, Professor Haimer's discipline has indeed become much more relaxed recently...

Well......

The devil won't really become the most popular person, right?

Christmas is coming, and everyone is eagerly looking forward to the holiday. There is a cold wind in the corridors, especially in the underground classrooms, where a cloud of white mist forms when you breathe.

The Potions class was held in the underground classroom, and Malfoy began to mock Harry again, saying that the reason why he stayed at Hogwarts for Christmas was because his family didn't want him.

Harry subconsciously countered: "But some people can go home just because they didn't break their necks."

He finally found a way to deal with Malfoy. As soon as the flying lesson was mentioned, Malfoy would be so angry that he could say nothing.

Because the person who saved Malfoy happened to be Harry Potter.

Harry didn't feel too burdened by this, but Malfoy was different.

Ron looked at Malfoy's angry face and sighed: "You can use this trick against him for the rest of your life."

Harry looked very proud.

When they left the underground classroom after class, they found that the corridor in front of them was blocked by a large fir tree. When they saw the two big feet sticking out from under the tree and heard the loud huffing sound, they knew

That one behind the tree must be Hagrid.

"Need help?" Ron asked.

"No, I can do it. Thank you, Ron."

"Can you move out of the way?" Malfoy's cold, drawled voice came from behind them: "Want to make some pocket money, Weasley? You -"

"Professor Hemmer!" Ron suddenly shouted loudly, startling Malfoy.

When he turned around, he found that Professor Highmore had really arrived. Malfoy immediately left in despair. He knew which professor was the most untouchable.

Toby was carrying the shovel, and Al also took out his own small shovel.

"Hello." Toby greeted with a smile and seemed to be in a good mood: "Hagrid, hasn't the snow on the path in the Forbidden Forest been swept away yet?"

"Not yet. It's several feet deep. It will probably take a while."

"It won't take that long. I'll help you clear the snow now."

"Um...just clearing the snow?"

Hagrid looked at Toby suspiciously: "I have heard from the centaurs that they can always meet you in the Forbidden Forest. Are you not messing around?"

"How is that possible?" Toby inadvertently glanced at the eavesdropping little wizards: "What are you still doing here? Do you want to follow me to the Forbidden Forest? Or have you already finished your homework?"

Harry and the three of them ran away quickly, fearing that they would be a step too late.

Ron said with some frustration: "Oops, Professor Heimer can use this method to deal with us for the rest of his life."

One day later, the Christmas vacation finally began, and Hermione handed the two of them a book list. She was going home, so she could only give them the task of finding Nick Flamel.

But Harry and Ron were having so much fun. There were a lot fewer people in the common room, allowing them to occupy more comfortable armchairs and play wizard chess by the fire. However, Harry's level was not that good.

In this way, he was often beaten to a pulp by Ron.

On Christmas Eve, the collection boxes in the common room were gone, and the remaining students knew they would be counting down their most popular professors tomorrow.

At the same time, Toby patted the white snow on his body and walked back to the castle, and Al's body was also dyed white by the snowflakes.

Principal Dumbledore was standing at the gate of the castle to greet them. He waved his wand, causing the snowflakes on their bodies to disperse, and a wave of heat swept through their bodies.

"It seems that you had a lot of fun during the holiday." Dumbledore said calmly: "I hope the centaurs won't come to me to complain again."

"They won't." Toby vowed: "The snow in the Forbidden Forest is so deep that they can't even find out where we are."

The corner of Dumbledore's mouth twitched: "You know what I mean, but... forget it. It's time to announce the results tomorrow. Where is the collection box?"

Toby took the principal to his office, and the four collection boxes were neatly placed on the desk. But Toby did not open the collection box immediately, but said: "I said, principal, this is a collection box."

A Christmas present.”

"A Christmas gift for everyone."

Dumbledore looked at Toby, a smile gradually appeared on his face: "Severus will be very angry, he will think that you have played a trick on him."

"Maybe I'm happy too." Toby said nonchalantly.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's dormitory.

Throughout the night before Christmas Eve, Quirrell was too nervous to sleep. He felt that his mind was dizzy, as if he had a high fever.

He waited in a daze until dawn, dozing off countless times, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he looked at the foot of his bed.

Among the meager packages, there was an envelope sitting there.

Quirrell couldn't wait to open the envelope, took out the letter paper and read it, it read -

[Professor Quirinus Quirrell, congratulations on becoming the most popular professor at Hogwarts, Merry Christmas.]

Quirrell read the letter several times. He rubbed his eyes vigorously and read it several times again.

He was right, he really became the most popular professor, he did it!

Quirrell wanted to laugh and cry for a moment.

But all the emotions turned into deep fear in the end.

"Master-master?"

Quirrell asked fearfully. He watched helplessly as his body suddenly lost control, and his arm stretched out towards the wand, aiming it at his head.

"Lord - everything is forgotten."

When the light flashed, Quirrell's expression suddenly became confused, and the letter in his hand turned into black ash.

"Stupid wretch..."