Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

Toby and Al stood in front of two mirrors, one large and one small. They were all seriously dressing themselves up, with witch robes printed with sun and moon patterns on them, and even Al had a miniature version of the witch robe.

Everything about it is scaled down.

After walking back and forth in front of the small mirror twice, Al took out a pair of shrunken glasses from his belly pocket, hung them on his long nose, and winked at Toby with his small eyes.

"No no no no no."

Toby shook a finger left and right: "This pair of glasses is not suitable for you. The pair with half-moon lenses is replaced. Yes, yes, this is the pair. I remember the principal wearing the same glasses."

Al happily listened to Toby's advice, and after putting on his glasses, he took out a small comb to smooth out the black fluff on his body.

"Oh, come on."

Toby grabs Al on his shoulder, and Al grabs the mirror and comb with his claws.

"Stop being so pretty. The students at the dinner party can't get a close look at you, and they don't care if the down on your body is soft enough."

Al grumbled twice in protest, and he simply put the mirror on the side of Toby's head, and continued to comb the fluff in a slow manner.

For this reason, Toby had to brace his neck and couldn't even turn his head normally.

Fortunately, when he rushed to the hall of the auditorium, Al finally put away the mirror and comb contentedly, and put them in his belly pocket.

Toby did not participate in the decoration of the hall for the opening dinner. To be honest, compared with the Halloween dinner and Christmas dinner, the opening dinner is really nothing new, and it is almost the same every year.

He originally wanted to use his collection of relics from various countries to decorate it, but principal Dumbledore didn't agree, thinking that it would scare the freshmen.

"Then what do they think ancient magic is?"

At that time, Toby protested: "Do you think it's as simple as sniffing every house?"

Dumbledore simply pretended not to hear, and Al also gave Toby two punches angrily, as if scratching an itch.

But when he saw the school auditorium again, Toby had to admit that it was the most beautiful and magnificent auditorium he had ever seen.

Thousands of candles floated above the tables in each house, lighting up the Great Hall, and the four tables were set with shining gold plates and goblets, and the velvety black ceiling was flecked with stars. It doesn't look like there is a ceiling, but more like the open air, especially at night when there is a heavy rain, it seems that even lightning will come in.

All in all, it is much better than the magic school in Africa, Waggadu.

Toby stood at the gate of the auditorium. Principal Dumbledore appeared beside him at some point, and asked him kindly, "How does it feel to return to Hogwarts as a professor?"

"Why don't you tell me about yours first, what was your feeling when you returned to Hogwarts?"

"The answer may surprise you, Toby. What I feel is redemption."

Redemption?

Toby didn't understand, but he had long been used to the headmaster's riddles, which were always cloudy and difficult to understand.

He looked at the transparent ceiling, and Dumbledore didn't urge him to hurry in.

"I feel fear, Headmaster."

Toby whispered: "I have been to so many ancient ruins, many of which are deadly just by walking, but none of them can compare to Hogwarts. It scares me, and it will inevitably remind me of the past. The memories, and the thought of Lily, and her baby Harry Potter... maybe I should have come back earlier, so I had a chance to stop this."

Dumbledore looked at him calmly.

"That's where the problem comes in," he said. "There are always people who think that what we used to do was not good enough, but in fact, we rarely have the opportunity to really do it all over again, mistakenly thinking that going back to the past will change everything. , but the truth is, we can’t change anything.”

"It's normal to have such thoughts, Toby, and even I am not exempt."

Toby seemed a little helpless: "Use pain to heal pain, principal, this is really your style."

Dumbledore did not refute this sentence, he smiled and gently pushed Toby's back, and finally pushed him into the hall.

"Stop dwelling on the past, Toby, this moment is the most important thing."

He also joked appropriately: "Also, I hope your fear is not stopped by fear of hollowing out Hogwarts. Stop really thinking of the school as a relic for you to use for archaeology."

Dumbledore knew it was a joke, and so did Toby.

But damn, Al doesn't seem to think so.

It took out a small shovel about the same height as itself from its belly pocket, raised it in the air, and waved it twice in a mighty manner.

"Ahem! Put it away! Put it away!"

Toby coughed loudly to cover up. He turned back to look at Principal Dumbledore, whose mouth was twitching. He rolled his eyes and said on a whim: "Principal, what do you think of Al's glasses? Are they the same pair as yours?" Similar? What a coincidence, it is still your admirer——"

At this moment, Snape's dark sneer came, which made Toby immediately change his target, almost thinking that his salvation had arrived.

"Ah! Severus—"

He enthusiastically walked towards Snape, and regardless of Snape's stop, he firmly grasped his palm: "Where are you going to sit for a while? Wouldn't it be better for us two old classmates to sit together?"

"No." Snape said coldly, pulling out his reddened palm.

"Don't say that." Toby waved his arm vigorously: "I know how much you value the back-to-school dinner - eh, did you secretly use the shampoo I gave you? Otherwise, why would your hair look like this? ......clean?"

Snape had involuntarily clenched the wand in his hand, and Toby immediately felt a great threat from him.

"Hey! Quirrell!"

Fortunately, Quirrell happened to come and saved his life. Toby quickly changed his target. Quirrell quickly retreated, but he couldn't move faster than Toby.

His hands were tightly grasped by Toby, shaking them up and down so hard that the turban on his head was a little unstable.

"Although you used to teach Muggle Studies, this year you are the new professor."

Toby said happily: "We should also sit together. The new colleagues should unite to avoid being looked down upon by old people like Severus, don't you think so? Quirrell - oh,"

He suddenly pulled his palm back, slapped it under his nose, and said with a strange expression: "How many times do you have to eat garlic a day? Dinner hasn't started yet."

Quirrell froze while holding the turban. Snape opposite him had silently taken out his wand.

"Today is really lively."

Dean Flitwick stood beside Principal Dumbledore, and he happily watched the scene where the old and new professors interacted, although it seemed to others that they were about to fight.

"Compared to when he was in school, Toby is much more cheerful than at that time."

"I'm so happy for him!" he squealed.

Dumbledore rubbed the center of his brow to relieve the pain in his head.

"I hope you can be so happy in the future, Filius."