Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

Early the next morning, Harry and Ron got up from the bed. They looked at each other tacitly, and couldn't wait to go to the common room to see if there were any results from Professor Highmore and Snape.

According to Hermione's analysis last night—since Principal Dumbledore appeared in the corridor on the fourth floor, he must have a certain degree of knowledge about the movements of Professor Highmore and Snape. Whether there is really a problem with them, just look at today's notifications are fine.

The two of them walked out of the dormitory without waiting to wash up. They found that Hermione had arrived earlier than them. She was wearing pink pajamas, her long brown hair was messy, and her eyes carefully scanned the text line by line on the notice board.

"no problem!"

After seeing the two people appear, Hermione said happily, and seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "Professor Haimer is fine, and I can go to him to read the first draft that just came out!"

"This is impossible!"

Harry walked slowly to the notice board, but there were indeed no names of Professor Highmore and Snape on it, just like the notice board last night.

The only difference is that there is a distinctive notification——

[The teacher commendation meeting will officially start tomorrow. Students who are interested in interviewing teachers can put their name strips into the collection box, and finally they will be randomly assigned to the professors who will be interviewed. The specific number of students is based on the professor's willingness. 】

[After the interview is over, students can choose their favorite professor, and the interview content will be printed in the school magazine for students’ reference. The final results will be announced at Christmas and distributed as gifts to each student. 】

"The Teacher Appreciation Meeting," Ron commented, "It looks like another form of the Academy Cup, but why should students be randomly assigned to professors, and we can't let us decide who to interview?"

"It should be to avoid the dilemma of some professors having no one to interview." Hermione had already taken out a small piece of paper and scribbled her name on it: "For example, Professor Binns, do you think there will be someone willing to interview? him?"

Professor Binns, who teaches History of Magic, is a dead ghost too old to bring his own body before class.His class is the most boring, and the sound has a hypnotic effect, so only students like Hermione can listen to it, and everyone else is basically asleep.

Ron thought for a while: "I don't think Professor Binns is interested in this kind of activity at all. The specific number of students written on the notice board is based on the professor's wishes. This number may also be 0."

He saw Hermione throwing her name into the collection box: "You signed up so soon? Who are you going to interview?"

"It's best to be Professor Highmore." Hermione said as a matter of course: "In this way, I can ask him more direct questions. I have never dared to do this before. I hope that the professor I interview will be him."

"Sounds interesting." Ron regarded the interview opportunity as a ticket to avoid death: "I want to sign up too, Harry. What about you? Harry?"

Only then did the two of them realize that Harry had not spoken.

Harry slowly raised his head.

"I want to sign up!" He said firmly, "Only in this way can we have the opportunity to get close to Professor Highmore and Snape. It is impossible for them to have no problems at all. Why didn't Principal Dumbledore find out?"

"That's because they don't have any problems in the first place!" Hermione said angrily, but she quickly added: "If you are selected to interview Professor Hemmer, can you ask me a few questions? Both of you yes."

After breakfast, the three of them walked out of the castle together. Last night, they discovered that Hagrid was in a very strange state after hearing the escape of the three-headed dog. He was also the first professor who couldn't help but stand up. The words worry and panic were written on his face.

They were going to try and see if they could get any clues.

As they walked, the three had some small quarrels over which professors would be willing to be interviewed—most importantly, Headmaster Dumbledore.

"But he is already the principal." Hermione analyzed: "He is not responsible for teaching any courses. On the contrary, I think the deans of each college are most likely to win the 'Professor Cup'."

"According to what you say, Hufflepuff will definitely win." Ron said: "Hufflepuff House has the largest number of students, and they will definitely choose Dean Sprout."

They walked to the door of the cabin and were startled when a crying Hagrid opened the door.

"Hagrid!" Harry said in surprise, "Why are you crying? Are you sad about the teacher recognition meeting? We will definitely vote for you."

"No - that's not what happened." Hagrid sobbed as he ushered them in, not forgetting to prepare tea for them. Hermione quickly stopped him and took the initiative to bring the teapot and cups.

"It's - it's because of Lu Wei!" Hagrid couldn't help but howled loudly at the mention of the name, blowing his nose like blowing a trumpet.

"Lu Wei was sent away by the principal. I still remember the first time I saw it. It was so small and sleeping soundly in my arms. It seems like it happened yesterday -"

When Hermione was pouring the tea, she quickly gave the two of them a look. Harry and Ron immediately reacted without her doing so.

"Lu Wei? Are you talking about the three-headed dog yesterday? Is that your...pet?"

Harry couldn't believe that one day he would use the word pet to describe a three-headed dog.

"Yes - yes." Hagrid's tears were streaming down his face: "I only had time to see it for the last time yesterday. Fortunately, it didn't suffer any harm. Otherwise, how could it survive in a strange environment? It's still alive." So small."

Ron muttered in a low voice: "Then you don't have to worry. The only cause of death is that it ate up everything that could move and starved to death."

Hermione quickly slapped Ron's arm and told him to shut up with her eyes.

Harry patted Hagrid's waist hard (this was the highest position he could pat), and he suddenly understood: "So, you are also one of the candidates to protect that little package, right Hagrid? "

"S-little package?" Hagrid's sobbing slowly stopped: "How did you know?"

Harry truthfully stated his guesses, including his doubts about Professor Highmore and Snape.

"I know they are accomplices." Harry said confidently.

"That's impossible!" Hagrid immediately retorted, "It's impossible for either Toby or Professor Snape to steal that package."

"Why are you so sure? I saw it with my own eyes yesterday."

"Because they are also responsible for guarding the package."

"They? You mean other than Lu Wei, there are other means of guarding the package? The professors are also in charge?"

"Of course - but you're not supposed to know these things. Stop asking. I can't possibly tell you."

Harry wanted to continue asking, but Hermione interrupted him quickly and brought the topic to the teacher's commendation meeting.

Hagrid clearly knew something about the activity.

"I remember that this event had been held before, and it was held by the former student group, but as the club disbanded, this event was no longer continued. I don't know why it is held again now, and the scope has been expanded. To the whole school, not just a small club.”

"You don't have to vote for me in vain. Gamekeepers are not eligible to be interviewed. The minimum standard is to be in charge of a course."

Hagrid couldn't help but said with longing, "It would be great if I could become a professor at Hogwarts one day."

Hermione gave Hagrid a few compliments, which made him laugh.

Harry saw the right moment and suddenly asked: "Are the professors who are qualified to participate in the event also related to the person who guards the package?"

"Not entirely. For example, Professor Binns, what else can you ask him to do?"

"What the hell could be hiding in the package, Hagrid?"

What Harry asked was too obvious. Hagrid looked at him violently. Ron next to him was taken aback. On the chair where a corner fell off—the rock cake was unharmed, but the sawdust fell to the ground.

"This has nothing to do with you!" Hagrid shouted violently: "Don't try to get me to say it, it's a very dangerous thing, you shouldn't be involved in it, I don't want to kill you because of curiosity, forget about Lu Wei Well, it is gone, and what it guards should not be known to you, this is between Professor Dumbledore and Nicole Flamel—"

"Nick Flamel?" Harry blinked and asked, "So there is another Nick Flamel? Is that Nick Flamel's package?"

Hagrid angrily drove them out of the hut, and Hermione couldn't help complaining: "Why are you so curious?"

"I just don't understand why they always ignore the clues right in front of them." Harry muttered dissatisfiedly, "Even if Professor Highmore wasn't driven away, why would Snape stay? He's so annoying , I really hope there isn't a single student willing to interview him."

Ron took out the rock cake that had been hidden in his arms all the time: "Here, as long as you can knock Malfoy unconscious with this weapon, your wish will come true."