Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Ever since the trio made up their mind to help Professor Heimer, they had been approaching him intentionally, trying to figure out Professor Heimer's movements and know when he planned to put pressure on Professor Quirrell.

If it were other professors, this method would not work at all, especially during the professors' break time.

But the ancient magic class is different, because each student needs to complete their own magic circle items on time, which is related to their final exam results and takes a long time to actually achieve it.

And Professor Heimer is always willing to smile at the students who come to him. After all, there are not many such students, and more people are still afraid of the weird souvenirs in the office.

"professor."

Hermione found Toby crying for the seventh time. Her left and right palms were tightly bandaged.

"My wind chime bottle failed to be made again. I don't know why. Can you help me?"

Hermione didn't lie. In order to avoid Professor Hemmer's suspicion, she really came to see the professor after the production failed. However, the extent of the injury was slightly concealed. This time, she only injured a finger -

- But if this was the case, Hermione would be too embarrassed to come to see Professor Heimer. It would be terrible if the injury didn't heal before he came. That's why she deliberately made herself look miserable.

I don’t know if Toby noticed it. He was writing the first draft of the next book and said without raising his head: "Then change the bottle, Miss Granger. Since the explosion cannot be avoided, then

If you want to find a way to make the explosion smaller, a stone bottle might be good."

Stone bottle?

Hermione walked out of the office anxiously, but isn't stone harder than glass? If it didn't explode, forget it, but if it exploded again, wouldn't it blow her hand through?

Could it be that Professor Heimer saw that he had ulterior motives?

Hermione didn't dare to test Professor Hemmer anymore, so the person who came to the office in the afternoon was replaced by Ron. The restraint towel he originally planned to use as a prank had somehow become extremely large, covering his entire body.

.

"professor."

Ron said frustratedly: "Can you look at my sweater? If my mother finds out, she will beat me to death."

Toby still said without raising his head: "Then take apart this sweater and knit it into two smaller sweaters, so that you can have one more prop for making pranks."

sounds good.

Ron thought in a daze, except that it was not easy to do anything except that he couldn't knit sweaters.

In the evening, after the students had finished their dinner, Harry came to the office again. He held the flute given to him by Hagrid in his hand, but the flute kept making noises, blowing out some obscenities that were more proficient than Peeves.

talk.

"professor......"

This time, before Harry could finish speaking, the magic ball took the initiative to wrap the flute. After the magic ball broke away, the failed magic circle on the flute also disappeared.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Toby finally raised his head and said: "Mr. Potter, are you planning to use obscene words to distract the Hufflepuff team members? And I remember that there will be a game in a few days. I will give you a piece of advice. Put the magic first.

Let’s put aside the matter of array items, Mr. Diggory has been practicing hard for this for a long time, and it will not be easy for Gryffindor to win this game."

"I-I-I didn't mean that, Professor." Harry stammered in explanation.

But the flute problem had been solved, and Harry didn't know what reason to use to continue staying in the office, so he could only leave cautiously.

After the door closed, Toby looked at Al suspiciously: "Should I let more students be placed in solitary confinement?"

"ah?"

"Otherwise, why would they always come to me? I never thought that confinement would also help the professor's friendly image."

Al stared at Toby with a look like "You really think so": "Yeah?"

"Okay, I'm overthinking it."

Toby avoided Al's disdainful gaze, and he changed the subject without leaving any trace: "Ignore them, we have to continue exploring the castle tonight. There are still many portraits that have not been opened."

After Harry returned to the dormitory, Ron and Hermione quickly asked what happened. Although Harry seemed to have gained nothing, at least they were sure that Professor Hemmer did not intend to continue threatening Quirrell today.

The reason for going to the Ancient Magic Office in the morning, afternoon, and evening.

"Sounds okay."

After Harry finished speaking, Ron commented: "But you should really focus on the upcoming game. You are a seeker. Once you win the game, you will definitely become the hero of Gryffindor!"

Still a rare first-year hero!"

Harry felt a little nervous when he thought about the competition.

Hermione also advised: "Yes, Harry Digory hasn't seen Professor Hemmer for many days. Even he knows that he needs to take a good rest, so you should do so."

Harry could only break away from this matter for a short time and focus on the game.

So, the next day, the people who went to see Professor Heimer became Hermione and Ron.

They went together because Hermione felt that she had been looking for Professor Heimer too many times recently, and she had to find some new tricks to hide it smoothly.

Ron's whole body was restrained by the huge sweater, and the wool was tangled randomly, like tiny long snakes. Hermione hurriedly knocked on the door of the ancient magic office - the anxiety on her face was not pretending.

It came out, this time it was a complete mistake, if it had been any later, the sweater might really turn into a monster.

"Professor! Professor! Ron, he——"

Al, the only one staying in the office, turned around and said, "Yeah?"

Professor Heimer is not here!

Hermione was really panicked. After a while, let alone Ron, the yarn might even spread to the entire castle and entangle all the students.

At this moment, Al, who was sitting on the flying carpet, flew over. He blinked his little eyes twice and stared at Ron's crazy sweater. Then he dug into his belly pocket and took out the magic ball.

Take it out.

Hermione never expected this - Al could actually use magic balls.

The magic ball melted away and formed a magic circle on the ground, covering all of Ron.

As soon as the light flashed, the sweater stopped moving and fell loosely to the floor. Ron gasped for air: "I almost suffocated me to death..."

Hermione stared at Al with bright eyes: "Wow——"

She doesn't have a pet yet, but she also wants a Niffler.

Al stared at her warily, and didn't relax until he realized that Hermione wasn't staring at her belly pocket.

It floated back to its previous position - in front of the Mason door, and sprinkled ice water on the wooden door little by little.

Today's Mason Door is no longer so decayed. What Toby said before is indeed correct. The Mason Door is like a kind of plant, becoming complete from decay little by little. Hermione even suspected that in the near future, the Mason Door will be standing on the Mason Door.

Flowers will bloom.

"Um...Mr. Al?"

After helping Ron stack the loose yarn balls together, Hermione had no intention of leaving immediately. She had to find out what Professor Hemmer was doing.

"Excuse me, where is Professor Heimer?"

"ah."

Al pointed out the window, and Hermione looked along Al's paw, seeing the dense forest in the distance - that was the Forbidden Forest.

"Oh fine."

Hermione remembered that Mr. Al's return gift to Diggory was a gold galleung from the Forbidden Forest. Professor Hemmer must have been there more than once, and it seemed to be related to the purpose of archaeology - this was something Hermione knew.

Professor Heimer's only hobby.

If it's archaeology, it should have nothing to do with threatening Professor Quirrell.

Hermione secretly breathed a sigh of relief, at least she had completed today's task perfectly.

At this moment, Ron suddenly asked in a confused manner: "Mr. Al, which college team do you support?"

He already knew that Cedric was Mr. Al's assistant, but Professor Hemmer was from Slytherin House, and the other editor, Hermione, was from Gryffindor.

In addition, Ron was also curious about whether Mr. Al liked Quidditch. No matter how he looked at it, Mr. Al was a hundred times smarter than his Scabbers.

"ah."

Al waved his hand, and Hermione saw what it meant - either Mr. Al was not very interested in Quidditch, or he didn't care whether he liked any team.

"Then will you go to the last game?" Hermione asked unexpectedly.

"Yeah." Al shook his head.

"Okay, bye, Mr. Al."

"ah."

After arriving in the corridor, Ron said regretfully: "It would be great if I could win Mr. Al to Gryffindor's side. Wouldn't you be able to meet him more often? How about you give it a try? Gryffindor

This is a time when support is needed.”

Hermione shook her head and said: "Don't think about it, Cedric is still Al's assistant. And didn't you hear it? Mr. Al won't go to the last game, and neither will Professor Heimer."

"If Professor Quirrell doesn't go either..."

The two exchanged glances, and Ron finally understood.

On the day when the game starts, it is the best time for Professor Hemmer to threaten Quirrell again.