Alchemy professor at Hogwarts

Chapter 139 The Egyptian Pharaoh Wizard

Seeing that the bloody Barrow had caused a lot of trouble to the normal teaching at Hogwarts, Hardy had to take some necessary measures.

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun poured over the ancient mottled walls of the castle, as if plating it with a layer of gold.

Hardy was walking in the dark underground corridor, when he suddenly raised his wand high and swung it hard towards the wall diagonally behind him.

With a "stab", silver-white light shot out from the tip of the staff, turning into a rope to firmly bind the blood man Baro who had just appeared.

He struggled so violently that Hardy turned his wand so that the cord, which was as thick as a thumb, instantly doubled in size.

"Please calm down!" Hardy's voice was mixed with some reprimands.

Bloody Barrow lowered his head, not daring to look directly into his eyes, "I can't forgive myself, Professor Ollivander."

He is like a child who has done something wrong, trying to cover everything up with madness.

"I didn't tell Helena," Hardy said lightly, "but if you continue like this, it's hard for me to guarantee anything."

"Oh, please don't let her know, I sincerely beg!" Baro the Bloody pleaded.

"I've already ruined her life, I can't ruin her reputation after turning into a ghost!"

Hardy stared closely at the other person's eyes, "Then you should shut your mouth and pretend nothing happened."

"But I..." The corner of Bloodman Baro's mouth was bitter.

He actually suspected that the relationship between Professor Ollivander and Helena...

Leaving aside whether it was possible or not, just having this kind of thought made him extremely ashamed.

"Tell me, why can you touch me as a ghost?" Hardy's tone was unquestionable, "This is the price for your failure in the duel."

The bloody Barrow came to Hardy in a sluggish way, "Yes, I should have told you earlier, that was a few months ago..."

According to the Bloody Baron, in the days after Christmas last year, while wandering around the castle, he accidentally ran into Filch.

The other party is working hard to clean up the messy abandoned bathroom.

"It's like an explosion just happened there," said the bloody Baro, "I saw him transport a lot of bones out of a dark hole, which is quite rare since the establishment of the school."

Just as Filch was clearing the passage outside the Slytherin chamber, the curious Bloody Baron approached him.

"I saw something quite interesting. I saw gold in a pile of pale, decaying white bones."

Bloodman Barrow recalled: "Oh, no, to be precise, it should be a golden skeleton, although it is very rare."

"Go ahead," Hardy seemed a little surprised when he heard what the bloody man Barrow said.

At that time, Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets had just been discovered, and everyone's attention was focused on the basilisk, and they didn't notice the bones in the passage at all.

"I saw a black-gray crystal in the hand of that golden skeleton." He continued, "When I touched it, it disappeared immediately."

Bloody Baron told Hardy that since that day, he had accidentally discovered that he, as a ghost, could physically touch other people.

"I never told anyone this secret. I'm not sure if it will be good news." Bloody Baro sighed long.

His eyes flickered, and after thinking for a while, Hardy continued to ask: "Where is that golden skull now?"

Bloody Barrow replied: "Filch hid it in his tool cabinet. I guess he might want to sell it for a good price, but unfortunately there has been no way."

"Very good," Hardy nodded, "Can you draw the appearance of that black-gray crystal back then?"

After a brief silence, the bloody Baron tried to draw a crooked hexagon on the parchment.

"I'm not good at this, Professor Ollivander." Bloody Barrow grinned sheepishly.

Shaking his head helplessly, Hardy regretted that his memory projector didn't work on ghosts.

After loosening the rope on the opponent, under the guidance of the bloody Baron, Hardy found the golden skeleton hidden by Filch as he wished.

"Real gold?" Hardy looked at the golden skull in front of him, his eyes full of disbelief.

With a flick of his wand, the rag in the tool cabinet turned into a squeaky fat rat.

"Principal Dumbledore, you need to come here." After bending down and whispering a few words, the fat mouse ran away and disappeared.

Ten minutes later, Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall walked over together.

"Oh, Hardy, is there something urgent going on?" Dumbledore blinked.

There were crumbs of chocolate chip cookies in his long beard.

Professor McGonagall came to Hardy first, "My God, Merlin, what is this?"

Dumbledore came after him, and after seeing the golden skull, he immediately took a deep look at Hardy, "It seems that what Nico said earlier is true."

"You mean Nicole Flamel?" Hardy asked. "What did he say?"

"My old friend told me during an afternoon tea that in a very distant time, Egyptian pharaohs, of course, they were also wizards-the bones of their whole bodies were shining like gold."

"That is the unique identity of the Egyptian pharaoh. It was once regarded as the descendant of the gods by the humans of that era."

Hardy couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "Could it be that the skeleton in front of me belongs to an Egyptian pharaoh or his descendants?"

He rubbed his chin unexpectedly. Judging from the current situation, the other party should have died in the hands of the basilisk.

However, the Egyptian pharaohs were destroyed a long time ago. After the establishment of Hogwarts, have there been any surviving descendants of the Egyptian pharaohs?

Hardy felt that his guess was too outrageous. The time span between the destruction of the Egyptian pharaohs and the establishment of Hogwarts was quite large.

Hundreds of years?Or thousands of years?Even tens of thousands of years?
Who knows.

At this moment, in his mind, he once again thought of the ancient era when magic flourished.

First the Atlanteans, and now the Egyptian pharaohs...

They are all wizards.

And there is no doubt that they are all wizard groups who once stood at the top of the era.

"Principal Dumbledore..."

Filch, who appeared suddenly, threw away the broom in his hand with a bang. He looked at the discovered golden skull and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Ah, Argus, you came just in time." Dumbledore smiled and looked at the other party. "We have to tell you that this golden skull probably cannot be placed here."

"When, of course, it's strange, unbelievable, how did this thing end up in my tool cabinet?" He coughed violently. "Oh my god, is that gold?"

"Thank you for your cooperation." Dumbledore blinked, then called Phoenix Fox, and carried the entire golden skull to the principal's office.

"Honestly, I'm curious, Principal Dumbledore," Hardy asked on the way back to the principal's office. "It's about Nicole Flamel. He really founded the original Alchemy Association?"

Dumbledore looked back at Hardy, and then smiled kindly, "He didn't answer me formally about this question."

(End of this chapter)