Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 362 Pig Head Bar

Pig's Head Bar.

James, who had just finished a busy day of work, hurried over. Mr. Bagman was surprisingly easy to talk to. As soon as he heard that it was related to the great star Harry Potter, he immediately allowed him to rest early.

Of course, the reason why James came to Harry in advance could not be because it really had something to do with his agent, but Harry suddenly wrote him a letter, wanting to review the meeting that was originally scheduled for the weekend.

It was emphasized that it was best for him to come alone.

As for whether Harry can leave Hogwarts at this time - with the Shrieking Shack and the invisibility cloak passed down from generation to generation in their family, I believe it will not be difficult at all for Harry.

If he couldn't do it, James would be sad about it.

"Hi, Aberforth—"

"Don't call my name in public."

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know-"

"Don't sit at the bar, there's room at the wine table. Here, take this glass of Black Devil wine."

"Do you want a treat? Thank you-"

"Seven Sickles."

James was choked and speechless.

While muttering "It's so unkind", he took out the silver coins from his pocket and put them on the table, then walked towards the empty table with the wine glass in hand.

He came back not far away and took out two cups of silver coins.

"Bring me another bottle of butterbeer - this bottle is really dirty, isn't it expired?"

Aberforth stared at James closely.

"Okay, pretend I didn't say that."

James grabbed the bottle and turned back quickly. For a moment, he seemed to have seen the shadow of Dumbledore.

The waiting time was a bit boring, and the customers in the bar were gradually emptying out. Even Aberforth walked up the stairs after counting his accounts.

"Hey! There are still guests here!"

"Get what you want to drink, don't forget to pay, wash your glasses before you leave - that's pretty much it."

"Did you remember wrongly? The person who worked for you before was not me!"

"It all looks the same to me."

"you--!"

James stared at Aberforth's back with wide eyes, watching helplessly as he disappeared at the end of the stairs.

"never mind."

He sat back down in his seat leisurely, thinking that he would just ask Harry to help him and treat it as a friendly parent-child interaction.

Harry will definitely be touched by this.

Finally, after James drank three glasses of Black Devil wine, the door of the bar opened again.

"Um?"

James raised his head, he looked at the logo on the bottle, and then at the guests who came in from outside.

"I got drunk so quickly? How else could I see the real black devil walking in?"

"So you still remember my nickname."

Toby walked over to James and sat down opposite him. He poured himself a glass of wine and said at the same time: "It's not like someone who only calls me that guy and that guy. It's not polite at all."

"Does the Dark Devil sound polite?" James questioned in his heart.

"At least it can bring fear to people. This is one of the few praiseworthy methods of the mysterious man." Toby breathed a sigh of relief after drinking the wine in the cup: "Don't look, Harry can't

Come."

"What did you do to him?" James became nervous.

He knew that the matter had been exposed as soon as he saw Toby appear, but he didn't expect that Harry would be exposed so quickly - it seemed like it was just the second day of school, right?

"What else." Toby said casually: "He is probably busy doing homework now, and I don't know how he is reviewing the Patronus Charm. By the way, can't you become a Patronus?

Didn't you teach him this spell?"

"Your skills are no less than mine, but I haven't seen you explain all those magics." James looked back at the clock on the wall. It was already very late.

"Isn't there a curfew at Hogwarts? Why do you need to do your homework so late?"

"You underestimate those children too much. They don't need to sleep for that long."

"Is this child abuse?"

"Not in my opinion. Because when I was young, I slept much later than they did, especially when I first entered school. I always had to be on guard against someone sneaking up on me in the middle of the night - well, that's all for the memories, we still have

How long are you going to talk nonsense for?"

"You can take as long as you want." James stood up and said, "But since you don't want to continue chatting, then that's it. Goodbye, don't forget to wash the glasses on the bar."

At this time, a thick book suddenly appeared in front of James.

"Let's see."

Toby poured himself another glass of wine and said, "Don't you always want to know where I got the clue about Lily? It's in this book with her name on it."

James took the book in surprise, but he did not open it and read it. Instead, he asked Toby: "Where did you get this book?"

After drinking the second glass of wine, Toby raised his head and said: "The Ghost Castle is also called the Castle of Death. But you don't need to go there. Because Dumbledore and I have already explored that ancient castle together."

Fort, I can tell you with absolute certainty that Lily is not there. No one knows where she is now, but I think maybe I can help you."

James clutched the heavy book in his hand tightly.

"What are the conditions?" He saw through Toby's purpose at a glance and asked vigilantly: "What are your conditions?"

"Do you know Moody?" Toby asked abruptly: "Alastor Moody?"

"Mad-Eye?" James asked doubtfully: "Of course I know him. I still remember that he came to Hogwarts. People in the ministry are spreading this news everywhere. Is there any problem?"

"The problem is very serious." Toby poured himself a third glass of wine: "He is very hostile to me. It seems that I can't deal with these law enforcement officers naturally - except for the Longbottoms, but this is because we grew up.

Just because we know each other. In short, your son told me that Moody planned to use him to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, and then take this opportunity to investigate me."

"Wait a minute!" James said solemnly: "But I also heard that it was Dumbledore who persuaded Mad-Eye to come to Hogwarts. Between you and Dumbledore -"

"Who knows if this is the intention of the minister." Toby analyzed: "I think even if the minister intends to investigate me, it will not be so obvious. But his plan to look at me through Moody must be a real intention. I am very

I don’t like to be controlled, so - there are probably two things, one of which is that I will find a way to help you find Lily, I know it is difficult, but I will try hard."

"As for the other thing - I have allowed Harry to agree to Moody's conditions."

"What did you say?" James said in shock: "What do you want my son to do? Don't involve him!"

"It's not as exaggerated as you think." Toby said easily: "I just want to drive Moody out of Hogwarts, and let him go as far as possible. As for the Triwizard Tournament, don't worry, he will

There is a way to get through it safely, don’t forget, I am also one of the designers of the competition——"

"It's just the first step, don't think I don't know." James reminded.

"But it's also not a big deal." Toby said: "And, most importantly, it's also related to finding Lily - I can tell you why now, it's the Goblet of Fire, which has some magical effects. But first

Only the winner of the competition is qualified to use it, and Harry is the best candidate. He has the magic of Lily's love and is even more suitable than you."

"I don't think so." James insisted on his opinion, but even he himself did not notice the loosening of his tone.

Toby heard it.

"You will agree." He stood up and said, drinking the last glass of wine: "After Moody leaves Hogwarts, you will be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and Ludo will agree to give it to you.

Take a long vacation - this wine is really delicious, much better than Gamp."

James stared at Toby's leaving figure, feeling panicked in his heart.

The meaning of Toby's last words couldn't be more obvious.

"Don't think you can recruit me just because of this!" he shouted angrily, looking back and seeing a pile of unwashed cups on the bar.

"At least you should stay and help with some work."

——

It didn't take long for news of Alastor Moody, a unique professor, to spread throughout Hogwarts, and the students' evaluation of him was comparable to that of ancient magic classes.

"are you going?"

"Of course I have to go."

Harry sighed deeply. He and Ron came to the common room and met Hermione who was waiting for them.

"Why are you here?" Hermione urged as soon as she opened her mouth: "Hurry up, we're going to be late."

They were almost the last ones to arrive in the classroom, which was full of people, and everyone was curious about what they would learn today.

Finally, the professor who only lived in rumors—Alastor Moody—came.

Although they had been mentally prepared, many students were still frightened and turned pale by his terrifying face - in comparison, Professor Heimer's appearance made people feel much more approachable.

"Put your books away."

Moody said gruffly, walking to the podium with difficulty on crutches and sitting down, "You don't need these textbooks."

Harry was relieved that Moody didn't pay any extra attention to him.

After all the students had put their books away, Moody took out the roster, shook his head, shook his long gray hair away from his twisted, scarred face, and began to call names. His normal eye followed the list

Moving downwards, the magic eye kept turning around, staring at every student who responded.

"Okay," he said when the last student finished answering, "I received a letter from Professor Lupine, introducing the situation of this course. It seems that you have learned how to deal with dark magical animals.

But you haven't learned enough about how to deal with spells - not enough."

"Especially dark wizards, you have no idea how to deal with real dark wizards."

Some students had expressions of disapproval on their faces.

"You think you are too young, don't you?" Moody's magic eyes swept over the faces of every student who had objections: "But dark wizards don't care whether you are old enough or not, they are not that graceful.

, let alone wait until you are adults before inviting you to a duel - I think there is already a best example in the room."

Harry noticed that many people were looking towards him.

He was used to this, and professors would always mention it to him.

"Harry Potter."

Moody seemed to have no intention of letting him go so easily: "Tell me, when facing a dark wizard, what is the best way you can think of to defeat the other party - even spells will do."

Harry stood up unexpectedly, and he saw Hermione reminding him with her eyes. Fortunately, it was this look, otherwise Harry would have almost subconsciously revealed the "devil" when he was nervous.

"Patronus Charm." He said loudly: "You can use the Patronus Charm."

"Do you know the Patronus Charm, Mr. Potter?"

"I"

Harry hasn't fully mastered this spell yet.

Like everyone else, he can only pass the most preliminary test.

"No, sir."

"It seems that you have no choice." Moody said in a meaningful voice: "Didn't your ancient magic professor teach you any life-saving skills? I have heard of magic circles and ritual magic. These are of no use at all.

There's none?"

After a brief silence, Moody added: "Didn't he teach you how to deal with wizards who have learned ancient magic?"

There is an archaeological criterion, but unfortunately no student has been able to explain exactly how many pieces of content it contains until now.

However, the students at least saw one thing clearly - Professor Moody and Professor Heimer were very at odds with each other, and were even somewhat hostile.

At this moment, Harry unexpectedly heard Moody say: "Devil, I have also heard about this unique ability of your professor. There has never been any similar magic in the wizarding world before - who of you can deal with the devil?"

What?"

Harry almost thought Moody had seen through his little secret - his rune snake with only one head left.

Although he knew that the Patronus transformed by James was the nemesis of the devil, Harry would certainly not choose to ask for trouble at this time - otherwise it would be difficult to even explain.

"I know."

Moody unexpectedly said: "It is also a patron saint. But it is different from ordinary patron saints. It is a spell combined with Animagus. It is very magical, but equally deadly. If the transformation fails, it will not

It will end well."

"Now do you understand? Why don't you write these words down in your notebook?"

The students were stunned for a while, and then the sound of writing was heard in the classroom.

Hermione raised her head and secretly looked at each other, including Ron. A doubt arose in their hearts at the same time.

How did Moody's know about this?

They didn't have to wait long.

Immediately afterwards, Moody began to answer this question.

"Retirement days are always boring, so I often find something to do. I discovered this magic during a trip. Judging from the signs of the spell caster, the other party should have failed. This person also had

I thought about fighting the devil, but it didn't end well."

"This semester, it's enough for you to learn this - how to fight against the devil."

In front of the astonished students, his magic eyes quickly glanced in the direction outside the door - a petite black figure was running away quickly, seemingly still flying in mid-air.

"Just in time, isn't there a suitable candidate at Hogwarts?" he continued.