Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 254 Professor Diggory

Of course Cedric thought he heard it wrong, how could he have the ability to teach Professor Haimer?
"If you don't mind, I'd like to ask more about the auto-casting wand—"

"Of course I don't mind, is this going to be our first class? It's a good start - come here, you sit here."

Toby pressed Cedric's shoulders and pushed him behind the desk, so frightened that Cedric quickly braked with both feet, and his legs were tightly pressed against the floor.

"Come on, Professor, I—how can I sit in your place?"

"Then it's yours now." Toby said happily, and easily pressed Cedric on the sofa chair behind the desk, making him fidget.

Then Toby took out a pocket watch, stared at the star pointer on it and said, "There is still an hour before the official end of get out of class, tell me, what are you going to teach me?"

Cedric opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word, and until now he thought he was dreaming.

"Stop joking, professor." Cedric wanted to stand up, but was pushed back by a pair of small paws.

"Mr. Al!" He said pleasantly, remembering that he still has a helper: "Help me persuade Professor Haimer, this must have nothing to do with the teacher's commendation meeting, Professor Haimer is just joking, right?"

Al shook his head seriously, looked left and right, and suddenly took out a pair of glasses with half-moon lenses from his belly pocket, hung them on his face, looked at Cedric through the glasses, with an unpredictable expression .

This imitation is so much like Principal Dumbledore, Cedric doesn't even need to guess, he can tell at a glance.

A strange thought rose in his mind.

"You mean—" he asked with a strange look in his eyes, "this is all Headmaster Dumbledore's idea?"

"Yeah!" Al nodded in satisfaction.

Cedric's guess is right, all the ideas are provided by the headmaster - let the students pass the knowledge back to the professors, and then give evaluations - this is really a novel teacher recognition meeting, to Bee believed that Hogwarts had never hosted anything like it before.

He took a black diary in a decent way, and took out a quill pen, as if he was going to take notes seriously, and he looked decent.

Cedric thought he was hallucinating - not because of Professor Haimer's bizarre performance, but because of -

"Professor, it seems to be calling for help, did I hear it wrong?"

Cedric looked at the diary in puzzlement and asked.

"Is there?" Toby looked as if nothing unusual had happened at all. He picked up the diary and slapped it on the table twice, and when he picked it up again, it was already crumpled.

"Not now," said Cedric, drawing back.

"There's one more thing!" Toby said suddenly, almost causing Cedric to roll back in fright.

"Now I'm not a professor, you are." Toby looked at Cedric and said, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't seem to be dissatisfied at all: "Don't rush to refuse, this is the rule. And ——To be honest, I also lived from your age. When I was in school, I felt that some professors were really stupid to the point of hopelessness——It may be an exaggeration to say this, but well, I still often feel that some professors Perhaps not as good as I am, my understanding of magic is too one-sided—haven't you felt the same, Professor Digory?"

I don't know if it's because he's not used to this address, Cedric shook his head frankly, and he replied dryly: "No, Professor."

The atmosphere became a little awkward.

This is not the reaction Cedric should have had after Toby said the heartfelt words.

"Really?" Toby frowned subconsciously: "I don't believe you have never had a time when you were overconfident. Think about it, your grades are so good, your looks are not bad, and you are good at Quidditch-this How does it remind me of another person—forget it, without mentioning anything else, what do you think of all this around you?"

Cedric's eyes widened. It seemed that this was the first time he heard Professor Haimer praise someone so bluntly. This immediately made him feel embarrassed, and even his voice became softer: "It's just school life, professor, I've always been doing what I should do, and I don't think there's anything special about it."

Toby seemed to have forgotten about the identity swap. He stared at Cedric closely, trying to know the true thoughts hidden by Cedric from his face, including his brain.

However, the result is just nothing.

Cedric really thought so - he just saw it as a normal part of life in the face of his superior grades.If he had to say it, it was all his selfishness to help Hufflepuff House win more honors.

Toby looked at Cedric several times, as if he was meeting the student for the first time.

It was hard not to remind him of someone else, someone who swaggered on the Quidditch pitch, was noticed everywhere he went, and got the limelight everywhere—James, of course, who had done very well in school , the ball is also played beautifully——

Well, besides James, there is actually another person, that is Sirius.

Before he really saw his own heart clearly, Toby was no different from ordinary students, even worse than Neville in the first grade. He could only watch these people become the focus of the students from a distance—for this reason He has been confused for a long time, will anyone really like them?Wouldn't it be deliberate booing and ridicule?
It can only be said that the experience when he first entered school made Toby suspicious everywhere, and many external performances made it difficult to gain his trust.

But no one thought that someone would really like them.

This even includes Lily, who is unbelievably married to James.

"That's weird." Toby muttered in a low voice.

He couldn't figure out why two people who were so similar in many places could be so different in their hearts—or, in fact, they were all the same?

Cedric, would it be the same as James?

But Toby thought again of the night of the full moon when he was in school, he saw with his own eyes that James wanted to rescue Snape from Remus who had turned into a werewolf, they had always been enemies, and later Snape has always been unwilling to admit this, and has since been looked down upon by Toby a little bit-he believes that he must recognize his own heart in order to truly master powerful magic, otherwise there will be no good results.

"Professor?" Cedric asked carefully. He didn't want to disturb Toby's thinking, but—they had been sitting quietly for 10 minutes, and every moment made Cedric feel more and more uneasy , I want to get the position back as soon as possible.

Toby didn't seem to be disturbed at all, but looked more friendly than usual. He smiled and said, "No, you are the professor. Let me tell you, you should take advantage of this opportunity. Remember, the professor is You can ask students questions."

Cedric faintly understood something, his eyes lit up little by little.

"Ahem, let's talk about the auto-casting wand." He seized the time and said, "According to the law of the swallow-tailed dog in The Theory of Magic, many times magic is not as simple as it seems on the surface. For example, the swallow-tailed dog is dealt Lost tails are considered normal dogs in the Muggle world, but the Chow hasn't really changed—”

Following Cedric's proficient recitation, Al looked back a little carefully, and felt relieved after finding that his tail was still there.

At this time, Toby interrupted: "You want to say that the magic circle and the magic war feel the same in essence, and it is possible for them to coexist peacefully?"

Cedric nodded excitedly. It was because of this law that he was unwilling to give up the idea of ​​making an automatic casting wand.

"Actually—" Toby shook his head and said, "I discovered very early on that we can't use today's theories to study ancient magic. It doesn't work at all. I don't mean to question Adbe Waughlin (author of The Theory of Magic), I actually met him in person, it was an interesting conversation. In the end, we agreed that the magic had changed - you heard me right, it was magic It has changed, so there is the current "Magic Theory", which is why I have always insisted on my own ideas, and he has given me great encouragement."

Cedric asked curiously: "How did you know him?"

"About this matter——" Toby's expression was a little helpless: "Well, I actually saw him when I was being lectured in the fourth grade. Mr. Waughlin and Principal Dumbledore are very good friends. As early as The principal communicated frequently with him when he was a student, and I wanted to do the same. Unfortunately, Mr. Waughlin is too old to communicate with him. Now he has passed away for nearly ten years. It's a pity, otherwise I'd like to see him write an "Ancient Theory of Magic" with my own eyes."

After the atmosphere was low for a while, Toby took the initiative to bring up the topic and said: "In addition, regarding the research on ancient magic, you must know that magic also has opposites—to be precise, there are opposites when magic manifests. Yeah, like five-legged monsters who don't want to become wizards - I love using that example so much, they're amazing, more amazing than vampires and werewolves put together - can never change back, forever They can only maintain the appearance of monsters, and it’s very dangerous—it’s a pity that the island where they live has been cast with an unmarkable spell, so I can’t take a look with my own eyes.”

Cedric understood the meaning of Toby's words, and he said in frustration: "Are you saying that the magic circle and the wand are also opposites?"

"It's not impossible." Toby spread his hands and said, "We can think of the wand as a magic item evolved from the scepter—but the scepter also heralds ritual magic, and there are many opposites between ritual magic and the magic circle." relationship, illogical and mind-bogglingly meticulous, this alone is enough to make many wizards not want to take a second look at the magic circle - that's why my book sells so badly, it's really believable, they don't know What kind of wealth did I miss?"

Cedric has reservations about this.Of course, he had read Professor Highmore's works, which were indeed difficult to understand and not interesting at all—but the magic circle was aimed at the biggest weakness of wizards—poor logical adaptability.

It's like... When Cedric heard the swishing sound coming from the window, his first thought was not to duck his head on the table, but turned his head curiously, and his tone was full of surprise: "Hai Professor Mo, that's - I read it right, right?"

Toby walked to the window, and he looked at the figure scurrying in the air outside the window and said, "Yes, you read that right. It's either a dementor who learned to fly the first day, or it can only be Severus —his flying skills are still as bad. I tell you, he was like this in school, no matter how hard he tried, he would get thrown by the broom every time-like now--"

Cedric yelled in horror: "Professor Snape is flying towards us!"

"No, it flew off." Toby corrected, he stepped aside a little, and happened to avoid Snape who smashed the glass window.

Snape slammed into the desk with a thump that hurt like hell just from the sound.

"It's a pity that the pharaoh's coffin is gone." Toby rubbed his chin and said, "Otherwise we would have saved a lot of trouble—forget it, it should be too late to do it now."

"I won't die if you die!" Snape said viciously, looking up, his face was bruised and purple, it was obvious that he had been hit hard.

He scrambled down from the table and threw things all over the place.When passing by Cedric who stood up at a loss, he even warned him with his eyes, probably not to tell what happened today.

Then Snape looked around and saw that the broom was in Toby's hand.

"Eh?" Toby looked at the broom carefully and said, "Isn't this—that person's broom? Why is it here with you? Could it be that this was also deliberately arranged by the principal?"

Snape had already heard who "that person" was from Toby's tone, it could only be Sirius.

"How dare he tease me like this!"

Snape's angry face turned pale, and he didn't care about the broom, even though it was a very rare rocket crossbow, it was not worth mentioning in his eyes.

"Here you are." Toby then threw the broom to Cedric, who caught it in a hurry.

"Give-give-give me?" Cedric couldn't even speak clearly. This is a rocket crossbow. It is said that a certain famous team has already reserved several in advance, and Cedric is still repeating it outside the window. I've seen models with the same proportions several times.

"Yeah." Toby said with a smile: "Don't worry, this is actually my broom, which was supposed to be used as a prize-but anyway, Harry has a new broom, I remember the decisive time is Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor day? You have to do well and don't embarrass Hufflepuff House, Professor Digory."

Cedric clutched the Firebolt, looking even more shocked than before.

Is he really not dreaming?
(End of this chapter)