Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

In the end, Toby still failed to sit next to Snape as he wished, and neither did Quirrell, but the two people sat together. Only Toby was placed on the left side of Dumbledore, far away from them. of.

"Isn't this good, principal."

Toby wanted to refuse at first: "I'm just a new professor, not even the dean of the college, so I can't bear your attention."

Dumbledore smiled and said nothing, but the palm he pressed on Toby's shoulder was extraordinarily hard, surprisingly powerful.

On the other side of Toby sat Professor Flitwick, with a pile of thick cushions stacked under his butt so that he could reach the height of the dining table.

Before the students came in, Professor Flitwick was conjuring up a small chair for Al so that he could sit on the dining table.

"Oh, is this Bibi's multi-flavored beans?"

Flitwick accepted Al's thanks and tossed the multi-flavored beans into his mouth: "Fortunately, it's pear flavored."

Then Al took out a red bean with a suspicious color and waved it vigorously in front of Toby's eyes.

"Don't think I'm going to be fooled."

Toby snatched the beans vigorously, and stuffed them into Al's mouth without hesitation, so hot that it spewed out a small ball of flames.

"I knew it was Devil Pepper." Toby said proudly.

Dumbledore reluctantly made a glass of iced milk, and Al picked up the glass and drank it.

"Be quiet, Toby."

They all heard the sound of a carriage coming from the castle gate, followed by Wuyang Wuyang's footsteps and chatter.

As if suddenly, a large number of students suddenly poured in from the auditorium door. They had all changed into their school uniforms and robes. They were old students. They all knew which direction their respective dean's desks were and took their seats.

A tall and lanky boy stood up in the direction of Gryffindor. He was trying to maintain order and make the students' comments quieter. Unfortunately, no one listened to him. Instead, he was ignored by two red-haired brothers who were passing by and looked exactly the same. Pressed on the seat, he almost fell over with his back turned.

The student's hair was also red. He blushed and scolded the culprit just now, but the two brothers were just laughing and couldn't listen to what he was saying.

"Hey, George, do you think that's the new professor? He also has a Niffler. We should get a Niffler too. This is much cooler than blowing up the toilet."

"I have reservations about that, Fred, of course we can get a Niffler, and we can blow the toilet by the way."

"Don't blow the toilet!" Percy said. "Mother warned you! I'll keep an eye on you, too!"

"Is it us you should keep an eye on—"

"Isn't it your dear prefect badge?"

The gold-red badge with the word "P" appeared in the hands of the twins at some point. They tossed it around and played with it for a while. Then Percy took it away, wiped it carefully, and then pinned it on the chest of the wizard's robe. superior. ?

"Shut up!" he shouted, "No more time!"

Toby on the teacher's long table whispered to Dumbledore: "Speaking of which, Headmaster, why have you been refusing to let me be a prefect? ​​My grades are no worse than Remus Lupine's, and even Lily is behind Became the president of the student council."

Dumbledore glanced at Toby: "The reason is simple, because I think you have enough enemies, and you don't need to expand to more Slytherin students."

Toby coughed twice in embarrassment, and he suddenly became interested in a student who looked like a troll on the long Slytherin table: "Quirrell should like him."

Marcus Flint, a sixth-grade student, felt a chill in his heart for no reason, feeling as if he was going to be unlucky.

After the old students sat for a while, the freshmen finally walked into the auditorium under the leadership of Professor McGonagall. They all had confused expressions on their faces, as well as fear and awe.

Toby caught sight of Harry Potter right away, standing behind a boy with tawny hair and another boy with red hair behind him.

In addition, Toby also saw Neville, and he gave Neville an encouraging smile. He didn't know if Neville had bought a wand of his own.

But Neville looked like he wanted to say something to him, and pointed his finger quietly at a freshman girl with thick brown hair.

Toby looked in the direction he pointed, and found that the girl was staring at him closely. He frowned suspiciously, and quietly leaned towards Dumbledore, but the girl's eyes followed His position moves.

"Sit back quickly."

Dumbledore maintained his smiling expression and gritted his voice through his teeth.

Toby immediately moved back to his original position, and he looked at the girl more curiously.

But he was more curious about the expression on Snape's face at this time, wanting to see how he would react in front of Harry Potter.

Unsurprisingly——

Toby withdrew his head probing his brain, and he really looked bitter and bitter, wishing he could eat Harry.

Harry looked so much like James, except for his green eyes.

Many students have noticed this new professor who doesn't understand the rules, how can he move around like this.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall was able to save the face of Hogwarts in time. She gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and the Sorting Hat was placed on it.

Everyone was staring at the hat, and the freshmen followed suit.Then the cap twisted, and a wide slit opened like a mouth, and began to sing.

[You may think I am not pretty,]

[But don't judge people by their cover,]

[If you can find a more beautiful hat than mine,]

[I can eat myself. 】

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At the end of the song, the audience applauded thunderously.The Hat bowed to each of the four tables and then remained still.

Under the cover of applause, Toby asked Dumbledore: "Headmaster, I have been curious about a question - who taught the Sorting Hat to sing in the first place, was it Godric Gryffindor?" Is singing a bonus for being sorted into Gryffindor?"

Then he was horrified to see that Dumbledore nodded seriously: "Even if you can't sing, you must at least know how to appreciate music. You will see it later."

Immediately afterwards, the sorting officially began.

Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, a roll of parchment in hand.

"Whoever's name I call now will put on his hat, sit on the stool, and wait for the sorting." She said, "Hannah Abbott!"

A rosy-cheeked little girl with two blond braids stepped out of the queue, with the Sorting Hat on her head, and she was sorted into Hufflepuff House.

Toby clapped along with Dumbledore. Even if students were assigned to other houses, he did not hesitate to applaud.

Al sat on his small chair, deliberately pretending to be serious, folded his arms, and nodded every time a student was unknown, as if expressing affirmation to the result of the sorting hat.

At the same time, Toby was relieved to see that Neville had been sorted into Gryffindor College, and so was the little girl staring at him, and he also knew her name—Hermione Granger.

When they were almost at the end of the line, Professor McGonagall finally shouted: "Harry Potter."

Everyone was looking at Harry, and everyone was looking up, trying to see what he looked like.

The Sorting Hat rested on his head, waited for a while, and finally called out, "Gryffindor!"

Toby watched Harry stumble towards the long table of Gryffindor House. He clapped his hands twice and said regretfully: "It seems that there will be no sorting problem this year. Unfortunately, Harry was not sorted either. Slytherin. I really want to see his life under Severus, it will be interesting-"

Before he finished speaking, the sorting ceremony was completely over. Dumbledore stood up without warning, and Toby raised his eyebrows in fright.

"Welcome!"

he said, his voice echoing throughout the auditorium.

"Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words. That is-"

After saying this, he suddenly paused, and then continued with an extremely sincere tone: "I hope you can have a happy time at Hogwarts, no matter who you are."

He sat down again and announced the start of the dinner.

Toby took a large spoonful of mashed potatoes, and he deliberately pretended to be disgusted: "I hope you didn't include me in what you just said, principal, I have graduated a long time ago, and I am no longer a student."

Dumbledore took the spoon and showed a gentle smile: "But as the headmaster of Hogwarts, it doesn't make any difference to me."

Toby pretended not to hear, and patted Al on the back lightly.

It choked on a pea.