Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

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

As for Draco...

"I'm not going," he said in horror.

The unknown of the Forbidden Forest overwhelmed the fear of Professor Haimer, 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 be on the same team with Al, at least he wanted to follow Professor Highmore, but Al had already taken out his small silver shovel and waved it around, his eyes full of warning - Draco had already heard Having said that, Mr. Al used to split the lectern in two with the spatula--he didn't think his skull was harder than the lectern.

The gaze behind Toby's hair also became indifferent. Against the backdrop of the dark Forbidden Forest behind him, he looked like a devil living in the depths of the Forbidden Forest.

"Did I tell you to choose, Malfoy?"

Professor Highmore would occasionally yell at the students, but everyone knew that the quieter his voice was, the more dangerous he was. No student dared 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 narrow path.Ron and Hermione looked at Harry worriedly, but their figures gradually disappeared into the black 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 small flying carpet, and he disappeared very quickly. He could only vaguely see the turbulence of the grass, leaving the two of them alone in the forest. It undoubtedly increased the fear in the hearts of the two, and it seemed to be one of the additional punishments for them.

"ah!"

Al, who had gone a long way, was already urging them, and Malfoy had to fiddle with the bushes vigorously in order to open a path that could accommodate him.

Harry walked not far away in silence, the conflict between him and Malfoy was irreconcilable, and he would not be so innocent as to speak up at this 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, Ron and Hermione don't need him to worry, he just needs to protect himself enough, and maybe let Mr. Al hide in it before the crisis comes.

Only Malfoy——

Harry turned his head and glanced at the panting Draco, but he was taunted by the other party: "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 ready. Now was the time when he needed to vent his anger.

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

Harry watched helplessly as the world began to spin, and the bushes slanted towards them at a rapid pace.It wasn't until his head was hit by a slanted branch that Harry finally realized that he was knocked down almost instantly, and then a sense of dizziness hit him, and the uncomfortable Harry began to retch .

Al stood angrily on a taller bush, the small shovel in his hand shone with the brilliance 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 Lee endured the nausea and stood up. He touched the back of his head but found no bulge.

This reminded Harry of when they were first imprisoned, 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 more talkative than Professor Highmore.

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.

Harry struggled not to do the same.

After only half a minute, the two of them were almost as good as each other. But the way Malfoy looked at Al was filled with fear.

Al squinted his small eyes, scanning the two of them back and forth.

It didn't speak anymore, and went straight into the dark bushes again.

But this time there was no need for it to issue any more 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 Highmore, 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 the encounter in Hagrid's cabin not long after the start of school - 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, an instrument 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 forward to the tall figure who suddenly fell silent. For no reason, they all thumped in their hearts, always feeling that something bad was about to happen.

"Want to play a game?"

Toby's voice became deeper and darker, and he shook his wand lightly, conjuring a silver shovel out of thin air, shining coldly in the sparse moonlight.

"You can choose a fork in the road, and then I will choose another one, and 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 dull faces like white paper.

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

"The devil is behind you."