Archaeologists at Hogwarts

This was the first time Professor Hemmer used "The Boy Who Lived", but in such an embarrassing situation, it was even more uncomfortable than when Harry was deliberately targeted by Snape in his first Potions class.

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As for Draco...

"I'm not going." He said in horror.

The unknown of the Forbidden Forest outweighed the fear of Professor Heimer. Draco looked at Harry with disgust: "I don't want to team up with this guy-"

He also wanted to say that he didn't want to team up with Al, and at least he wanted to follow Professor Heimer, but Al had already taken out a shiny silver shovel and waved it around, his eyes full of warning - Draco had already heard it.

As I said, Mr. Al once used this small shovel to split the podium in half - he didn't think his skull was harder than the podium.

Toby's vision behind his hair also became cold. Against the backdrop of the dark Forbidden Forest behind him, he looked like a devil living deep in the Forbidden Forest.

"Did I say you should choose, Malfoy?"

Professor Hemmer occasionally yells at students, but everyone knows that the more dangerous it is when his voice is quieter, and no student dares to disobey the Hogwarts Devil in this state.

Draco lowered his gaze, not daring to look at Toby again.

"Let's go." Toby said calmly, walking along the winding path. Ron and Hermione looked at Harry worriedly, but their figures still gradually disappeared into the dark forest.

There were only two people left on the spot, and they had no choice but to look at Al.

"ah."

Al left the path alone and got into the bushes on the other side, seemingly determined to make the two of them suffer.

But Al was much smaller than the two of them. He didn't use a flying carpet, and he quickly disappeared. He could only vaguely see the stirring of the grass, leaving the two of them alone in the forest - this

It undoubtedly added to the fear in the hearts of the two of them, and seemed to be one of the additional punishments for them.

"ah!"

Al, who had walked far away, was already urging them, so Malfoy had no choice but to plow the bushes as if to vent his anger in order to open up a suitable path.

Harry walked not far away in silence. The conflict between him and Malfoy was irreconcilable, and he would not be so naive as to speak out at such a time.

However, Harry had been consciously or unconsciously protecting the wizard's robe on his abdomen - underneath it was his father's Invisibility Cloak, which was originally prepared to deal with the Forbidden Forest tonight.

Now it seems that this is really a wise decision. He doesn't need to worry about Ron and Hermione. He only needs to protect himself. Maybe he can also let Mr. Al hide inside before the crisis comes.

Only Malfoy——

Harry turned his head and glanced at the panting Draco, but was met with a sneer: "Are you in a daze, Potter? Or do you think the Forbidden Forest is a suitable place to meet your parents?"

Harry raised the shovel and rushed over. Malfoy was waiting for him. Now was the time when he needed to vent his anger.

There was a rustling sound in the grass, and a black shadow suddenly jumped out, faster than the two people.

Harry watched helplessly as the whole world began to spin, and the bushes tilted over at a rapid speed. It wasn't until his head was hit by a diagonal branch that Harry finally realized that he had been knocked down almost instantly.

, followed by a feeling of dizziness, and the uncomfortable Harry started to retching.

Al stood angrily on top of a tall bush, the small shovel in his hand shining with the light of the magic circle.

"ah!"

Harry didn't need to understand the meaning of this sentence, but he immediately understood it - Mr. Al was warning them not to mess around, and they had to hurry up - he had already seen Mr. Al walking towards him in small steps, haha

Li endured the nausea and stood up, touched the back of his head but found no bulge.

This reminded Harry of the first time they were in solitary confinement. Those wooden swords were also engraved with magic circles that would not cause harm, but would only cause them pain.

It seems that Mr. Al is no easier to talk to than Professor Heimer.

The Weasley twins are both liars. How could Mr. Al be so gentle during class? He even strikes much faster than Professor Hemmer!

Malfoy was no better off than Harry. He was also knocked down by the sudden attack and was vomiting while holding on to a peach tree.

It took Harry a lot of strength not to make the same move.

After only half a minute, the two of them were almost fine. But Malfoy's eyes when he looked at Al were already full of fear.

Al narrowed his small eyes and glanced back and forth at the two of them.

It said no more and went back into the dark bushes.

But this time there was no need for it to issue any further orders. The two students immediately followed quickly without any delay.

Fortunately, the torture instruments in Filch's office will not be used again - direct corporal punishment is much more terrible than deducting points.

Especially in front of a Niffler who can't communicate.

On the other side, under the leadership of Professor Heimer, Ron and Hermione each held a small shovel and followed closely, looking back and forth nervously.

But Toby seemed to deliberately add to the terrifying atmosphere in the Forbidden Forest. He kept telling a bunch of unverifiable horror stories in a low voice - the ghosts wandering deep in the woods, vampires who longed for the warm blood of children, and

The omnipresent devil will always kill students who randomly break into the Forbidden Forest.

The last fear story felt inexplicably familiar to Ron. He thought about it with a pale face, and finally thought of what happened to him in Hagrid's cabin not long after school started. Professor Heimer at that time warned them on the grounds of being a devil. It is said that the other party

There is also an extremely sharp shovel, a tool made by goblins.

Later, he and Harry hurried back to school to do their homework.

Looking at Hermione who looked calm, but in fact even the shovel kept shaking, Ron deliberately comforted her that these stories were probably made up by Professor Hemmer.

But at the moment when the story stopped telling, Professor Heimer suddenly stopped.

In front of them was a fork in the road, no matter which way it was, it was dark and scary, as if full of unknown monsters.

Ron and Hermione looked at the tall figure in front of them who suddenly fell silent. For no apparent reason, their hearts twitched, and they always felt that something bad was going to happen.

"Want to play a game?"

Toby's voice became deeper and darker. He shook his wand slightly and conjured a silver shovel out of thin air, which shone coldly in the sparse moonlight.

"You can choose any fork in the road, and then I'll choose another one to see if we meet somewhere."

He turned his head, his hair hanging down in front of his eyes, slightly fluttered by the majestic wind, and his eyes reflected two blank faces like white paper.

"You can call this game ghost hunting, or you can call it -"

"The devil is behind you."