Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

The results of the candidates for the interview came out the next morning, and some students found a small note next to their pillows after waking up, with the name of the professor they wanted to interview written on it, as well as the specific interview time.

"It's Professor Haimer!"

Ron's exclamation attracted the attention of several other roommates. Dean jumped out of bed. He looked over Ron's shoulder at the note: "It's really Professor Heimer!"

Then Dean stared at Ron with a complicated look, and Seamus had exactly the same look as him.

Dean, Seamus, Neville, Harry, and Ron are roommates.Ron soon discovered that the eyes of the two people were very strange: "Why do you look at me like that?"

"Because that's Professor Hemmer." Dean sighed. "Good luck, man."

Seamus also patted him on the shoulder reassuringly: "I hope you can walk out of Professor Haimer's office alive."

"Don't be ridiculous." Ron pushed Seamus away impatiently: "This is an interview, a legitimate interview. Professor Heimer will not do anything to me."

Then Ron asked Harry as if asking for help: "Do you think so, Harry?"

The only people in the dormitory who didn't react at all were Harry and Neville, but Neville started looking for his pet Leif as soon as he opened his eyes. This has almost become his daily routine.

Harry, on the other hand, threw the note in his hand aside in disappointment.

"you also have?"

Ron walked over to pick up the note and glanced at it. He finally understood why Harry didn't want to talk.

"It turns out to be Professor Quirrell...well, I wish you good luck too."

Everyone knows how boring Professor Quirrell is. He has made Defense Against the Dark Arts a joke.

When the two came to the common room, Hermione waved the note in her hand as soon as she saw them, only to find that both of them had a note.

"Who are you going to interview?"

"I'm Professor Highmore, Harry is Quirrell, what about you?"

"Oops, I'm Professor Quirrell too."

After getting the answer, Hermione immediately stuffed Ron with a densely written parchment.

Ron was pleasantly surprised: "You are finally willing to let us copy your homework? Which class is this, Transfiguration?"

"What are you thinking about?" Hermione glared at him and quickly ordered: "These are the questions I originally planned to ask Professor Heimer. Please memorize them quickly -"

"Are you kidding?" Ron was shocked. He glanced down at the question, which was as long as a ten-inch paper, and said in an affirmative tone: "You're just joking, and you remember my name wrong, My name is Ron, not a second Hermione, and not Percy—"

"I seem to hear someone calling my name."

Fully dressed Percy walked into the common room, the prefect badge pinned to his witch robe on his chest, polished and shiny.

He saw the note with Professor Heimer's name on it and asked curiously: "Whose note does it belong to?"

"Mine," said Ron.

Percy shook his head regretfully, and he took out an identical note from his pocket: "I didn't expect you to be my partner, but it's okay. Remember to find me in the common room after dinner, and I'll bring you You go to the Ancient Magic Office."

"Shut up," said Ron, "don't speak to me in that commanding tone."

"Why not? I am your brother and a prefect. Do you know how to interview a professor?" Percy dusted off the prefect badge on his chest: "At least a prefect is always more qualified than a freshman. experienced."

While the two were arguing, Percy's words reminded Harry that he didn't know what to do to prepare. In order to avoid disturbing the normal teaching, they didn't have much time to interview the professor.

"Okay." Faced with Harry's pleading look, Hermione reluctantly agreed: "I just need to make more preparations. I hope the African prince that Professor Quirrell said is true. This will make the interview more interesting." A little more interesting.”

Most of the interviews with professors are in the evening, that is, after dinner.

When Ron returned to the common room after dinner, Harry and Hermione had already set off. Ron watched in disgust as Percy wiped the prefect badge over and over again.

"Are you finished yet?"

When Percy was about to wipe off his prefect badge for the seventh time, Ron finally couldn't help but said: "Are you going to blind Professor Hemmer's eyes with it?"

Percy put the tissue down, and Ron saw his hands shaking as he picked up the interview parchment and quill.

"Are you nervous?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"How is it possible?" Percy laughed dryly twice, further confirming Ron's guess.

Ron was silent for a while, and he muttered in a low voice: "Actually, I am also a little scared, after all, I have been detained twice."

The two people looked at each other silently, feeling a little sympathetic to each other.

That is Professor Haimer who is known as the devil, how could anyone not be afraid of him.

No matter how expressive Percy was, he would not dare to maintain order in Professor Hemmer's class, because no one in the ancient magic class dared to disrupt order, and even the students of Slytherin House behaved well.

Headmaster Snape would never stand up for them in matters related to the Ancient Magic classes.

In other words, Professor Heimer's terror has spread to other professors.

Percy and Ron left the common room in silence. This was almost the best moment of the brothers' relationship in their lives, and this emotion reached its peak in front of the door of the ancient magic professor's office.

They exchanged one last look before Percy knocked softly on the door.

"Please come in."

Professor Haimer's voice came from the room.

Percy pushed the door open, and Ron followed him cautiously.

The ancient magic office was still the same, full of strange collections everywhere. It was the first time for Percy to visit this office, and he was taken aback by the pharaoh's coffin staring at the door.

Only Ron knows that today's atmosphere is already very good, at least the lights are bright enough, and there is a lot less sense of peeping, and even one piece of collection is missing-the black armor is gone, and I hope that the future collection will return. Can be less.

They walked to the desk, and Toby was staring at them. His hair was neatly brushed back on his head, but both of them knew that this didn't mean that Professor Highmore was easy to mess with. His state had been erratic.

Percy was about to tell the reason for coming, but Toby spoke first: "Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley, what would you like to drink?"

"Oh?" Ron was stunned. It turned out that you could drink in the ancient magic office. This was completely different from when he was in solitary confinement.

In the end, the two shirked and asked for two cups of pumpkin juice, but they didn't dare to ask too much.

Toby smiled slowly: "It seems that you are going to interview my students, so let's start now."

Ron noticed that there was something wrong with Professor Haimer today, not only compared to when he was in confinement, even when facing outstanding students, he was slightly different. All in all, he seemed more cordial.

Percy kept silent, but Ron once again used his housekeeping skills - his mouth turned faster than his brain.

"Did anything good happen today, Professor?"

Toby turned his gaze to Ron, and Percy was sweating nervously. He thought of many escape plans with Ron in an instant, but Ron in each plan would greatly increase the chance of failure. .

"There is a good thing."

Toby smiled and said, "Because the probation period is here."

"Probation period?" Ron asked curiously: "Didn't you already pass the professor's probation period?"

Toby stretched out a finger and shook it left and right; "It's not my probation period, but yours. It's the students' probation period."

"Let the interview begin, it's time for you to see who I really am."

real face?

Ron blinked in confusion, was it the "true face" that Harry was referring to?

Doesn't this mean that today is the day of his death?