Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

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

If it is replaced by other professors, this method will 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 again, I don't know why, can you help me?"

Hermione didn't lie. In order to avoid Professor Highmore's suspicion, she really came to the professor after the production failed.It's just that the scope of the injury was concealed a little bit, and this time it was only a finger injury-but if it was just like this, Hermione would not be ashamed to come to Professor Highmore, in case the injury did not come over and healed It's bad.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. He 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 nervously, but isn't stone harder than glass?If it didn't blow up, it's fine, if it blows up 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 said without raising his head, "Then take this sweater apart and knit it into two smaller sweaters, so that you can have one more prop for making pranks."

It sounds pretty good.

Ron thought vaguely, except that it was not easy to handle - he couldn't knit sweaters.

In the evening, after the students had finished their dinner, Harry came to the office again. He was holding the flute given to him by Hagrid, but the flute kept making noise, blowing 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 left, 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 disturb the attention of Hufflepuff team members? And I remember that the game will be held in a few days. I will give you a piece of advice. Let’s put aside the item matter, Mr. Diggory has practiced hard for a long time, and it will not be easy for Gryffindor to win this match.”

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

But the problem with the flute had been resolved, and Harry didn't know what reason to stay in the office, so he could only leave cautiously.

After the door closed, Toby looked at Al suspiciously: "Should I put more students 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 [You really think so] eyes: "Huh?"

"Okay, I was thinking too much."

Toby avoided Al's contemptuous gaze, and he changed the subject without a trace: "No matter what they are, we have to continue exploring the castle tonight, and there are still many portraits that have not been uncovered."

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, which is why the three of them went to the Ancient Magic Office in the morning, afternoon, and evening respectively.

"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!" He’s still a rare first-year hero!”

Harry was a little nervous thinking about the game.

Hermione also persuaded: "Yes, Harry. Digory hasn't gone to see Professor Highmore for many days. Even he knows that he needs to rest well, so you should do so."

Harry could only briefly detach from the incident, focusing on the game.

So, the next day, Hermione and Ron were the ones who went to see Professor Highmore.

They went together, because Hermione felt that she had been looking for Professor Highmore 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 were any later, the sweater might really turn into a monster.

"Professor! Professor! Ron he—"

Al, who was the only one staying in the office, turned his head: "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, blinked his small eyes twice, stared at the frantic sweater on Ron's body, and then took out the magic ball in his belly pocket. Take it out.

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

The magic ball melted away, forming a magic circle on the ground, covering Ron completely.

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 any pets yet, and she also wants a Niffler.

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

It floated back to its previous position - in front of Mason's 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 true. The Mason Door is like a certain kind of plant, becoming complete from decay bit by bit. Hermione even suspected that in the near future, the Mason Door will be damaged. Flowers will bloom.

"Um...Mr. Al?"

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

"Where is Professor Heimer?"

"ah."

Al pointed out the window, and Hermione looked along Al's paw, and saw the dense forest in the distance—there was the Forbidden Forest.

"Oh fine."

Hermione remembered that Mr. Al's return gift to Diggory was a gold galleon from the Forbidden Forest. Professor Highmore must have been there more than once, and it seemed to be related to the purpose of archaeology—this is what Hermione knew Professor Highmore's only hobby.

If it was archeology, it should have nothing to do with threatening Professor Quirrell.

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

At this moment, Ron suddenly asked without thinking: "Mr. Al, which academy team do you support?"

He had long known that Cedric was Mr. Al's assistant, but Professor Highmore was from Slytherin House, and the other editor, Hermione, was from Gryffindor.

In addition, Ron is also curious about whether Mr. Al likes Quidditch. No matter how you look at it, Mr. Al is a hundred times smarter than his own Scabbers.

"ah."

Al waved his hand, and Hermione saw what it wanted to express—either Mr. Al was not very interested in Quidditch, or it didn't matter which team liked it or not.

"Then will you still go to the last game?" Hermione asked on a whim.

"Yeah." Al shook his head.

"Well, goodbye, 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 Highmore."

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

The two exchanged glances, and Ron finally understood.

On the day when the game started, it was the best time for Professor Highmore to threaten Quirrell again.