Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

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 was hurt. This also dispelled Professor Heimer's enthusiasm to help. Ever since he personally faced the giant monster protecting the magic stone, he felt that he could defeat those little wizards just by relying on the smell of the giant monster. He couldn't even draw his wand in time, so he could only Turn around and run away.

Fortunately, the students hadn't been told that Kiro was going to use the troll as an example, and it didn't cause much disappointment.

And the students were quickly attracted by the next ancient magic class.

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

During the 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 - —Anything goes."

"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 muttering was quickly drowned out in the excited discussions among the students—they had already seen the strangeness of magic balls, and they were also intrigued by Professor Higher's idea of ​​fully automatic casting wands, and they couldn't wait to make something that belonged to them. 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 down the corridor.

"What are you going to do?" Hermione asked with interest, and by the way, she said the plan she had in mind: "I plan to draw a magic circle on the glass bottle, and just wave the wand to summon blue bellflower flames." Keep warm so you don't have to learn the spell."

The little girl's thoughtfulness earned the grateful eyes of the two boys, and they were kept alive by Hermione's bluebell flames throughout the winter.

"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 in the process of helping Professor Haimer proofread the first draft. The content in it is very detailed. The next freshman is really happy."

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

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

So he changed his goal to a flute - this is Hagrid's Christmas gift to him, and Harry was very impressed by everyone singing the school song on Halloween, so he hoped that this flute would be the school song no matter how he played it Harry didn’t know whether to choose the "Funeral March" that everyone sang together at that time, or the "Symphony of Destiny" sung by Principal Dumbledore later, this choice made Harry a little tangled.

As for Ron, he plans to transform the sweater that Mrs. Weasley sent for Christmas. He wants to make this sweater into a prank prop that will keep shrinking once worn.

"Your ideas sound equally difficult." Hermione exhorted: "Every step is very difficult to achieve, and maybe you need to learn the spells of the higher grades."

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

"No problem." Ron said confidently: "Didn't you hear what Professor Hemmer said? This is the content of the course in the next few months and the content of the final exam. We have plenty of time."

Harry also whispered, "Maybe we'll have time to make the wooden swords we used in solitary confinement. It hurts to hit people, but it won't hurt—"

When he said this, he stared straight at Draco Malfoy who was swaggering past, 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 complains, it will be useless.

Draco noticed the three people looking towards him, and he said with disdain: "What are you looking at, Potter? Can't you afford the items to engrave the magic circle? Your dead parents must not have left you much inheritance Well. And you, Weasley, your living parents don't have much money—"

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, 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 swelled up very quickly, and Harry hurried forward to grab Neville's upraised arm: "Neville, stop quickly! 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, and Harry didn't know if he was excited or frightened, but he knew that Neville must have regained his composure.

Neville broke free from Harry's grasp all of a sudden, he pushed away the students who were watching, and ran away without looking back.

Draco's body fell backwards, and was caught by the panic-stricken Goyle and Crabbe. They didn't know what to do, and they were all frightened by Neville's sudden outburst—look at Neville's expression just now. He looked like he wanted to kill Draco.

"Hurry up and send him to the school hospital!"

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 of them came back to their senses and led Draco away, Ron finally closed his mouth, and he suddenly murmured: "It's not fair, obviously I am also Neville's roommate, and I was imprisoned together at the beginning." There are people 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 taken aback. He quickly turned his head to look, but was also frightened by Hermione who 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, causing him to howl in pain.

Then Hermione and Harry exchanged glances, and they walked cautiously up to Neville, sitting next to him.

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 Highmore."