Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Quirrell failed to capture the troll and returned to the castle. His explanation to the outside world was that it was too dangerous and it would be difficult to deal with the students if it hurt him. This also dispelled Professor Hemmer's enthusiasm to help. Since he personally

After facing the giant monster protecting the magic stone, he felt that he could defeat the little wizards just by relying on the smell of the giant monster. He didn't even have time to draw out his wand, so he had to turn around and run away.

Fortunately, Chilo did not let the students know in advance that he was going to use the troll as an example, so this did not cause much disappointment.

And the students were quickly attracted by the following ancient magic course.

"It's time to apply the magic circle to more places, children."

During class, Toby looked at the students with a smile and said: "This will also be our next main lesson - use the magic arrays you have learned and engrave them on your respective items so that the magic arrays can be useful -

—No matter what."

"However, I still have to remind you that it is best not to use your wands for experiments. The engraving of the magic circle also has a chance of failure. It is not that easy to buy the second most suitable wand."

Ron, who was sitting at the bottom, muttered pitifully: "I don't even have my first wand yet."

His mutterings were soon drowned in the excited discussions of the students - they had already seen the wonders of the magic ball, and were also interested in Professor Heimer's idea of ​​a fully automatic magic wand. They couldn't wait to make something of their own.

My own magic circle item.

Toby finally assigned an assignment - describe the items you want to make before the next class, and then after checking, the students can actually implement their plans.

After class, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were walking in the corridor.

"What are you going to do?" Hermione asked with interest, and by the way, she told her plan: "I plan to draw a magic circle on the glass bottle, and I can summon blue bellflower flames with just a wave of the wand.

Keep warm, so you don't have to learn this spell."

The little girl's thoughtfulness was rewarded with grateful looks from the two boys. Throughout the winter, they relied on Hermione's bluebell flame to survive.

"This shouldn't be easy." Ron smacked his lips and said, "You have to first find a way to turn the spell of bluebell flames into a magic circle. We haven't learned these contents yet."

"I already know it." Hermione said proudly: "I learned it while helping Professor Heimer edit the first draft. The content is very detailed. The next freshmen will be really happy."

"Oh -" Ron showed a gloating expression: "I can't wait to tell Ginny the good news."

Harry's original idea was to imprint the magic circle on Nimbus 2000, but this broomstick was too precious to him, and it would be terrible if it failed.

So he changed his goal to a flute - it was a Christmas gift given to him by Hagrid, and Harry was very impressed by how everyone sang the school song on Halloween, and he hoped to make this flute into a school song no matter how he played it.

The melody - he just didn't know whether to choose the "Funeral March" that everyone sung at the time or the "Symphony of Destiny" that Principal Dumbledore sang later. This choice made Harry a little confused.

As for Ron, he plans to modify the sweater that Mrs. Weasley gave him for Christmas. He wants to make this sweater into a prank prop that will shrink continuously once worn.

"Your idea sounds equally difficult." Hermione warned: "Every step is very difficult to achieve, and you may need to learn advanced spells."

But this couldn't stop the two boys' whimsical ideas.

"No problem." Ron said confidently: "Didn't you hear Professor Heimer say that this is the content of the course in the next few months and also the content of the final exam. We have plenty of time."

Harry also whispered in a low voice: "Maybe we will still have time to make the wooden sword we used when we were in solitary confinement. It hurts to hit people, but it won't cause any harm-"

When he said this, he stared directly at Draco Malfoy, who was strutting past, and he obviously already had a target to hit.

The wooden sword is a perfect illegal prop. As long as the professor does not discover it, there will be no punishment. Even if the victim files a complaint, it will be useless.

Draco noticed the three people looking at him, and he said disdainfully: "What are you looking at, Potter? Can't you afford the items used to engrave the magic circle? Your dead parents must not have left you much inheritance.

Right. And you, Weasley, your living parents don’t have much money either—"

Ron rushed forward, Harry right beside him, and in addition there was a third person - not Hermione who was full of anger, but Neville who happened to be passing by!

His chubby, round face was filled with anger. Before Goyle and Crabbe could recover from their reaction, he grabbed Draco's collar and hit Draco's face hard with one punch after another.

On the ground, he kept shouting: "Damn Malfu! You are not allowed to insult Harry's parents!"

Everyone was stunned. They stopped involuntarily and even forgot to join the battlefield and stop Neville.

Draco's cheeks soon became swollen, and Harry quickly stepped forward and grabbed Neville's raised arm: "Neville, stop! He-he-he was knocked unconscious by you.

"

Even Harry couldn't believe that he would say such a thing - but he saw with his own eyes that Draco's head tilted and two long streams of blood flowed out from under his nose.

Neville was shaking all over. Harry didn't know whether he was excited or scared, but he knew that Neville must have regained consciousness.

Neville suddenly broke free from Harry's hand, pushed away the onlookers, and ran away without looking back.

Draco's body fell backwards and was caught by the panicked Goyle and Crabbe. They didn't know what to do at all. They were all frightened by the sudden sudden rise of Neville - look at what Neville looked like just now.

He looked like he wanted to kill Draco.

"Send him to the school hospital quickly!"

Harry shouted anxiously, not because he was worried about Draco, but because he was afraid that Neville would be kicked out of school.

After the two regained consciousness and took Draco away, Ron finally closed his open mouth and suddenly murmured: "This is not fair. Obviously I was also Neville's roommate, and we were imprisoned together."

There is also someone like me, but why didn’t he stand up for my parents?”

"Why do you still have time to think about such things?" Hermione said angrily: "Go find the professor quickly! We have to bring Neville to the professor before Malfoy wakes up, at least don't let him be

Really get kicked out of school! Hurry up! Hurry up and catch up with Neville!"

They ran non-stop and finally found Neville sitting on the bed in Harry's dormitory. The joints on the back of his palms were broken and bruised, but Neville seemed to feel no pain at all and was sitting upright.

Sitting in bed in a daze, eyes wandering.

Ron was startled, and he quickly turned around to look, but was also frightened by Hermione who had followed him to the dormitory: "You-you-can you enter the boys' dormitory?"

This time Hermione didn't even bother to explain. She punched Ron angrily, making him scream in pain.

Then Hermione and Harry exchanged a look, and they walked carefully to Neville and sat next to him, one on the left and the other on the right.

Hermione whispered her plan in a low voice. At this time, it was definitely better to admit her mistake in advance, otherwise it would be too late by the time Draco announced it in a big way.

Neville listened silently, and Harry didn't know if he listened, but Neville's eyes didn't even change.

Just when he couldn't wait to take Neville away by force, he suddenly heard Neville murmur: "Professor Heimer..."

"I'm going to see Professor Hemmer."