Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

"Come in, Severus."

"I'd love to do it, provided the cowards get out of my way."

"Oh, respected Mr. Death Eater, of course I am willing to make way for you, as long as you say a word, no matter what it is, respected Mr. Death Eater."

"Did I read that right? Gentlemen, are you pointing your wands at each other? Oh, and Mr. Al's small shovel. Let me remind you, this is the principal's office. Now, everyone puts down their wands, shovel No exception."

The two put down their wands and stared at each other.

Toby didn't move away.

"Your injury seems to be healed," he said, glancing at Snape's arm. "Well, does the constant pain ease your guilt? If it works, I don't mind adding More injuries."

Snape replied coldly, "Give it a try, if you can."

Dumbledore behind the desk sighed softly.

He didn't say a word, didn't do anything.

But Toby still moved away silently.

"Okay, Headmaster."

Toby turned around and said: "I hope that the following conversation will not include me, you are not trying to mediate the conflict between me and Severus, the relationship between the two of us is good. "

He hugged Snape's neck regardless and continued to whisper to him: "Quickly, laugh out loud for me, even if it's just pretending. Don't let me get hurt when you're being punished. I'm really suffering." It’s enough to be called into the office and lectured.”

Toby gave Dumbledore a natural smile.

The corners of Snape's mouth also twisted into a sneer.

"Then I can't miss it." His tone was full of sarcasm: "It's been a long time since I saw you bow your head and admit your mistake in front of the principal. Don't let me down this time, Toby."

Snape pushed Toby hard on the back and pushed him directly to his original seat in the office, then walked in and closed the door hard.

Toby stared at Snape sullenly.

Snape was uncharacteristically, he leaned against the door frame leisurely, with both sneer and schadenfreude in his eyes.

Dumbledore still didn't speak, he conjured up a chair, right next to Toby's seat, and pointed to the empty chair.

Snape's expression was no longer so leisurely, and Toby raised his eyebrows instead.

After Snape also sat down with a cold face, Dumbledore finally spoke.

"I heard from Severus that you forcibly called the Slytherin Quidditch players into the office and forced them to finish their homework before they could leave."

He didn't look at anyone when he said these words, but just helped Fox clean up his feathers.

Toby glanced sideways at Snape: "How did I not know you were so fond of complaining when I was in school? Now I finally know what to do."

Snape's eyes looked a little cold: "This is none of your business, Toby. But I strongly suspect that you are waiting for an opportunity to prevent Slytherin from winning the seventh House Cup, and you are also preventing Slytherin from playing Quidditch." team won the Quidditch Cup."

"It's none of my business?" Toby completely ignored the second half of the sentence. All his attention was focused on the first sentence: "I originally thought you just couldn't see your heart clearly, but now you can't even see the facts. Are you starting to make it up? Can you say again that this is none of my business? Tell me?"

Snape stared at Toby, and he finally just snorted.

Dumbledore tapped his fingers on the table twice.

"Oh, Principal."

Toby then looked at Dumbledore: "As for forcing them to do homework, I think it is very necessary. Do you know that there is a student named Marcus Flint in Slytherin House? I I thought he looked like a troll before, but what I didn’t expect was that his brain looked more like a troll. While helping him with his homework, I almost couldn’t help but beat him to death.”

Toby also emphatically added: "I'm not kidding, it was really close. Fortunately, Al hid my shovel in time. It was the most handy weapon I used, second only to my wand. But you know , the wand will leave a mark when casting a spell, so—"

He finally spread his hands: "You can guess how long he can live."

Dumbledore had already started feeding Fawkes, but he didn't seem to hear anything.

Snape looked as if he was meeting Toby for the first time, and he sneered mercilessly: "So, you are still an extremely responsible professor? You didn't show this when you were in school, Back then you were dismissive of poor students, don't be too quick to deny it, I know what you think of those people, exactly like Professor Slughorn. What's wrong with you now? Suddenly decided to take responsibility for poor students gone?"

Toby did not back down and said: "If you are referring to the ancient magic class, yes, Severus. In my class, there is absolutely no room for poor students. This is ancient magic, not playing house. If you are careful, you risk losing your life, and I don’t want to be held responsible for killing students.”

Then he added leisurely: "The criminal record will affect my travel abroad, which is not good for investigating a wider range of ancient ruins. After all, there is no way to calm down and do archaeology while escaping from the hunt."

"Of course, other than that, I'm just imitating the principal's teaching method."

"My teaching method?" Dumbledore was already cleaning up the dust accumulated on the bookshelves. He turned his back to Toby and said, "I don't remember that I have taught you personally, Toby. When you enrolled I'm already Headmaster of Hogwarts."

"Of course I know that."

Toby said in an indifferent tone: "But even I can guess that if you want to be the headmaster of Hogwarts, you must at least have no shortcomings in the courses you are responsible for—for example, you must not fail. poor students."

Dumbledore paused slightly, and Snape frowned tightly.

"If I heard you correctly..." Snape narrowed his eyes: "You mean you want to be the future headmaster of Hogwarts?"

He seemed to have heard some joke.

But Toby's tone was seriously terrifying.

"If I don't do this, how can I conduct unscrupulous archeology in Hogwarts? When I become the principal, no one will be able to stop me."

"nobody!"

Toby left the principal's office with a bump on his forehead.Al was lying crookedly on the flying carpet, with a small bulge on his head as well.

"Yeah! Yah!"

"Al, you're right. The principal is really too much! How could he beat the students with his own hands? Oh no, it's a professor in the school!"

"He's really gone too far!"

In the principal's office, the corner of Snape's mouth was almost raised to heaven. He said with satisfaction: "If you had said that you would teach him a lesson, I would not have voted against it. I hope this will become Hogwarts." It’s a routine that I will come to every time.”

Dumbledore was reading a copy of "Transfiguration Today". He didn't look angry at all. Instead, he smiled and responded: "I remember you suggested this before, when you two were young."

The sneer on Snape's face froze, and he was obviously reluctant to bring up the topic of the past. ?

"Is there anything else?"

He asked in a blunt tone, already planning to leave.

Dumbledore turned a page of the magazine: "Pay attention to Quirrell, will you?"

Snape changed his somber expression, and he was silent for a while.

"I thought you would ask Toby to do this. Didn't he come here to help?"

"Not exactly. I told you before that Toby has never changed. I believe you can understand that this is not a completely good thing."

"Indeed."

Snape replied, "After all, he was a Slytherin."

"Even if you don't care about your bloodline, you will be a wizard who will be favored by pure blood."