Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

Harry hid all his thoughts deep in his heart. As soon as he returned to the castle, he found an excuse to separate from the two, and kept wandering around the castle.

Finally, he found the transparent figure in the armor corridor on the fourth floor.

"Nick! Nick!"

Harry yelled and ran over, and Nick retreated from the wall in confusion.

"Do you have a problem with me?" he asked.

Harry recounted what happened at the opening dinner, hoping to get a more specific description of Professor Highmore from Nick.

"So that's what happened." Nick smiled and said, "Did you come to me because you couldn't understand Professor Heimer's interview? This is normal. I have also read that interview. I believe it. You’re not the only one confused.”

Harry didn't evade this ready-made excuse, he heard Nick continue to say: "But, Harry, even though I am the ghost of Gryffindor, I can't speak ill of Professor Slytherin behind his back, even if he was born in Slater. Neither can Professor Lin's Highmore."

"But I can tell you that Professor Heimer is a very remarkable person, and the words I said at the opening dinner were not just derogatory."

"Just be patient, I guess, and you'll know what I mean by Christmas."

Christmas?

Harry could only return to the dormitory with suspicion.

What can Professor Highmore do at Christmas?Does it mean that he will be selected as the most popular professor?

This didn't seem impossible. Harry had long noticed that the students' evaluation of Professor Hemmer had changed, especially the fully automatic magic wand. Even he himself was deeply attracted by this idea.

In addition, Professor Haimer's discipline has indeed become much more relaxed recently...

Well......

The devil doesn't really become the most popular person, does he?

Christmas is approaching, and everyone is eagerly looking forward to the holidays. There is a cold wind penetrating the corridors, especially the basement classrooms, and a white mist will form when one breathes out.

Potions classes were taught in the dungeon, and Malfoy was taunting Harry again, saying that he stayed at Hogwarts for Christmas because his family didn't want him.

Harry countered instinctively, "But some people only go home because they didn't break their necks."

He finally found a way to deal with Malfoy. As long as the flying lesson was mentioned, Malfoy would be so angry that he could say nothing.

Because the person who saved Malfoy happened to be Harry Potter.

Harry didn't have much of a burden for that, but Malfoy was different.

Ron looked at Malfoy's angry face, and he said with emotion: "You can use this trick against him for the rest of your life."

Harry looked smug.

When they left the dungeon after class, they found that the front corridor was blocked by a large fir tree.Seeing those two big feet sticking out from under the tree, and hearing the loud snorting and snorting, they knew it must be Hagrid behind the tree.

"Need help?" Ron asked.

"No, I can do it, thank you, Ron."

"Can you get out of the way?" Malfoy's cold, drawled voice came from behind them: "Want to make some pocket money, Weasley? You-"

"Professor Highmore!" Ron yelled suddenly, startling Malfoy.

When he turned around, he found that Professor Highmore had really arrived. Malfoy immediately left in despair. He knew which professor was the most unprovoked.

Toby was carrying the shovel, and Al took out his own small shovel.

"Hello." Toby greeted with a smile and seemed to be in a good mood: "Hagrid, hasn't the snow on the path in the Forbidden Forest been swept away yet?"

"Not yet. It's several feet deep. I guess it will take a while."

"It won't take that long, I'll help you sweep the snow now."

"Um...just clearing the snow?"

Hagrid looked at Toby suspiciously: "I have heard from the centaurs that they can always meet you in the Forbidden Forest. Are you not messing around?"

"How is it possible." Toby inadvertently glanced at the eavesdropping little wizards: "What are you still doing here? Are you going to the Forbidden Forest with me? Or have you finished your homework?"

The three of Harry ran away in a hurry, afraid of being slow.

Ron said with some frustration: "Oops, Professor Heimer can use this method to deal with us for the rest of his life."

One day later, the Christmas vacation finally began, and Hermione handed the two a book list. She was going home, so she could only give them the task of finding Nick Flamel.

But Harry and Ron were having so much fun. There were a lot fewer people in the common room, allowing them to occupy more comfortable armchairs and play wizard chess by the fire, but Harry's level was not that good. In this way, he was often beaten to a pulp by Ron.

With the collection boxes gone from the common room on Christmas Eve, the remaining students know they'll be counting the most popular professors tomorrow.

At the same time, Toby walked back to the castle patting the white snow on his body, and Al's body was also dyed white by the snowflakes.

Headmaster Dumbledore was standing at the gate of the castle to welcome them. With a wave of his wand, the snowflakes on the two of them dispersed, and a wave of heat swept their bodies.

"It seems that you also had a good time during the holiday." Dumbledore said calmly, "I hope the horse people will stop complaining to me."

"They won't." Toby said confidently: "The snow in the Forbidden Forest is so deep that they can't even find out where we are."

The corner of Dumbledore's mouth twitched: "You know what I mean, but... forget it. It's time to announce the results tomorrow. Where is the collection box?"

Toby took the principal to his office, and four collection boxes were neatly placed on the desk.But Toby didn't open the collection box right away, but said, "As I said, principal, this is a Christmas present."

"A Christmas gift for everyone."

Dumbledore stared at Toby, with a smile gradually appearing on his face: "Severus will be very angry, and he will think that you have played tricks on him."

"Maybe I'm happy too." Toby said indifferently.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's dormitory.

Throughout the night before Christmas Eve, Quirrell was so nervous that he couldn't sleep. He felt that his mind was groggy, as if he had a high fever.

He waited in a daze until dawn, and dozed off countless times in the middle, and looked towards the foot of his bed as soon as he opened his eyes.

Among the few poor packages, an envelope was there.

Quirrell couldn't wait to open the envelope, took out the letter paper and read it, it said——

[Professor Quirinus Quirrell, congratulations on becoming the most popular professor at Hogwarts, Merry Christmas. 】

Quirrell read the letter several times. He rubbed his eyes vigorously and read it several times.

He was not mistaken, he really became the most popular professor, he did it!

Quirrell wanted to laugh and cry for a moment.

But all the emotions turned into deep fear in the end.

"Master-Master?"

Quirrell asked in fear, he watched his body suddenly uncontrollable, his arm stretched out to the wand, aiming at his head.

"Lord - everything is forgotten."

When the light flashed, Quirrell's expression suddenly became confused, and the letter in his hand turned into black ash.

"Stupid wretch..."