Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

Slughorn readily agreed to Toby's request. He didn't say when he would prepare the Felicia, but told Toby mysteriously at the end: If he was lucky enough, he would get an unexpected job. Christmas gifts.

To express his gratitude, Toby also said before leaving that he would give special thanks to Slughorn for his help in future books.

Slughorn felt extremely benefited from this. He had already heard about Toby's experience in Loch Ness, and he knew very well that Toby's new book would definitely sell better than "Ancient Magic", and it might become a Hogwarts book. new textbooks.

When his name appears on the textbooks, it will more or less make up for Slughorn's regret of early retirement. At least many students will know that he still exists as a former professor.

Toby did not return directly to Hogwarts. He grabbed a handful of floo powder, borrowed the fireplace in Slughorn's house, and disappeared in the green flames.

Central London.

Toby got out of the car. He was dressed like a Muggle now, with a thin Hawaiian shirt, like a company employee who just returned from vacation.

As an archaeologist who needs to travel everywhere, quickly integrating into the Muggle world is a necessary skill.

Al hung obliquely on his body, mistook it for some kind of special pet backpack by people who didn't know why, and when Toby took out coins from Nixie's belly pocket, they confirmed it even more.

Only Al scratched his claws hard. He stared at the disappearing coins and pinched Toby until his flesh hurt.

Toby came to a wide street lined with various shops. He walked to an old-fashioned red brick department store called Taotao Co., Ltd. It looked dilapidated and deserted. There were only a few cracked dummies in the window, wearing wigs crookedly and in different poses. They were wearing clothes from at least ten years ago. clothing. The dusty doors were hung with big signs saying "Closed for Renovation". ?

"I came to visit a friend."

Toby whispered to the dummy.

The dummy came to life, it gave a slight nod and waved its joined fingers.

Toby went straight through the glass and disappeared into the street. No one noticed that there was a big living person missing.

He came to a crowded waiting room, rows of wizards and wizards sat on rickety wooden chairs, some looked normal, reading back issues of Wizard Weekly, others had horrific deformities, such as long hair. An extra hand was born from the elephant's trunk or chest, etc.

The patients here are very strange. A sweaty witch in the middle of the front row is fanning a copy of the "Daily Prophet", making a high-pitched siren sound, and breathing steam from the mouth.A slovenly wizard in a corner jingled like a clock, and at each sound his head wobbled horribly, and he had to hold it by his ears to steady it.

"Hey, You!"

A healer in a green robe suddenly came over, with a badge embroidered on his chest: a wand and a cross of bones.

The therapist pointed to Toby's shoulder and said, "How could you bring Niffler into St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries? It's full of sick people."

"It's a misunderstanding." Toby said calmly, "It's not a sniff, it's just a decoration, it can make me look special, and I'm extra popular when I'm dating girls."

Al immediately remained motionless, not even turning his eyes.

"Really?" The therapist stretched out a finger suspiciously and poked at Al: "Then why is it so soft?"

Toby slapped off the therapist's finger at once: "Be careful, this decoration is very expensive, otherwise it won't be liked by girls."

The therapist did not let down his guard. He pulled out a gleaming pocket watch and waved it back and forth in front of Al.

Al's back was drenched in cold sweat, and his body trembled involuntarily. Only Toby could feel the urgency in Al's heart.

"Ok."

The therapist finally put the watch away, hesitated for a moment before letting Toby go, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Is it really popular with girls? Can you tell me where you bought it?" ?”

Toby took one look at the miserable therapist and dismissed him off with an Egyptian veil bar.

I hope Wiki likes this gift.

Toby came to the table with the words "Information Office", and a thin blonde witch sat behind the table.The wall behind her is covered with notices and posters, such as clean the cauldron to prevent the potion from becoming poison, and the antidote must not be used indiscriminately and must be approved by a qualified healer.

There is also a large portrait of a witch with long silver curls hanging down, with the inscription:

【Dalice Deventer】

[St. Mungo's Therapist (1722-1741)]

【Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1741-1768)】

Toby had seen her portrait in the principal's office, and he saw Dai Lisi beckoning to him, so he walked over quietly.

"Why don't you go back to school?" Delis asked in a low voice: "School will start in a few days, and Dumbledore is looking for you everywhere - Snape is going crazy, and he has made a mess in your office. "

"Severus is so enthusiastic."

Toby whispered back: "Right away, I will go back tonight and ask the principal to prepare a thank you gift for me in advance."

"Thank you?" Delise asked doubtfully, "What kind of thank you?"

Toby didn't answer. He walked back to the information desk, asked a few words in a low voice, and then walked up the stairs without looking back.

It seems that in the blink of an eye, Toby's body suddenly changed, so fast that the therapist in the portrait couldn't see it clearly—his shirt turned into a green witch robe, and the badge of the therapist was also embroidered on his chest , no different from a therapist in a hospital.His long hair fell down and hid his face.

Al hid in his witch robe and dozed lazily.

Toby walked through the double doors, ignoring the portrait of the grim-looking therapist hanging on the wall.

He walked quickly, and finally stopped in front of the double doors marked Spell Damage Section on the fifth floor.

He pushed the door open and walked in with such precision that no one knew he was a fake therapist, they just thought it was some new intern.

"Araho Cave is open."

He opened the door of the long-stay ward, which was more like a patient's home, and there were more personal items around the bed.

A man was lying on the hospital bed near the door, holding a book in his hand, his mind was almost sunk in it, and he refused to put it down no matter what.

Opposite him was a woman with a scaly face, who was constantly blowing out a faint stream of soot from her nostrils, and every time she yawned, she had to rush her head to the ceiling to prevent the sheets from being ignited by the flames she breathed out.

There was a groaning man lying on the hospital bed next to him. He would spit out a bubble from his mouth without making a single sound. At this time, the woman opposite him would pop the bubble with her tail, looking very excited. .

The two beds at the other end of the ward are surrounded by floral curtains to give patients and visitors some privacy.

Toby walked by, just as the curtain was thrown back, and out came a hideous old witch in a green gown, moth-eaten fox fur, and a pointed hat evidently adorned with a stuffed vulture.

Behind her followed a sullen little boy with a round face.

"Mrs. Longbottom."

Toby suddenly walked up and said, he deliberately lowered his voice: "There are some things that you need to go to the first floor to handle extra."

"What happened?" Mrs. Longbottom had no doubts. She immediately asked, "Is it related to the couple?"

Toby nodded: "I'm afraid so, madam, please go over as soon as possible."

Mrs. Longbottom was about to leave the ward, clutching Neville's arm tightly.

"If you don't mind," Toby said behind her, "I can take care of the Longbottoms' children for you, and you'll be back soon anyway."

Mrs. Longbottom thanked her, asked Neville to stay in the ward, and then walked away alone.

"call--"

Toby breathed a sigh of relief. He brushed his hair back and showed Neville a big smile: "Fortunately, I pretended to be a therapist in advance. I really have the foresight."

Neville's eyes widened, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

He was petrified.