Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 358

Slughorn didn't disappoint them.

"I have to say that Toby was very unremarkable at the beginning. He didn't show any unusual magical talent, no different from others, or even worse, he didn't even dare to speak out loud."

Harry thought to himself that this is really a big change, not to mention talking loudly now, but jumping up and threatening people loudly at a certain sudden moment-for example, whether the homework is finished or not.

"However, this only lasted for a year."

Slughorn smiled and said: "To be precise, in less than a year, there was one thing that changed Toby a lot, a very big change."

When he said this, he looked at the curious Harry and said to him, "Speaking of which, this matter is still related to your mother——Lily Evans."

"She was literally one of my favorite students, she acted differently from the start, and was taken aback when I learned of her parentage, being a Muggle-born - I saw your The eyes have changed."

Slughorn explained to Harry: "Don't worry, I don't discriminate against anyone of Muggle-born, otherwise Toby wouldn't want to see me after disappearing for many years, where did I just say- —Oh, by the way, it was a potions class, I still remember, your mother got No. 1 in the class test, no doubt, she won such a good result entirely on her own merit. "

"But unfortunately, it made a lot of people feel bad about her and decided she was cheating. But at this moment, Toby jumped out of the blue and explained to us that throughout the class he had been Observing Lily's operation, there is no mistake at all, it is as standardized as a textbook."

"I guess Toby suffered a lot for this. I didn't understand why he did it until later - because he cared too much about his blood."

The box was quiet for a while, Slughorn moved his stomach, and continued after sitting more comfortably: "In general, you can understand this matter in this way-there is always blood in the wizarding world." Discrimination, especially against Muggle-borns, many pure-blood wizards are constantly denying their excellence. But I can tell you with full responsibility that this is completely unjustified, I was in school Loved making friends with good Muggle-born students."

"As for Toby, although he didn't show too much talent at the beginning, as a professor, I can still see that someone is studying Potions with heart—that is to say, Toby is very talented in Potions class. The operational norms on the Internet are no worse than Lily's, and his memory has always been very good, but it is precisely because of this reason that his words are more convincing-because some people don't want to see him help others, especially Ma. People of melon origin."

"But the crux of the problem lies here, Toby, he... I didn't expect his obsession to be so deep, he may pay more attention to blood than any wizard I have ever seen-I mean those who have blood People who discriminate, who would have thought that a Muggle-born would value blood more than them?"

"To be honest, I didn't notice this at first, until Toby confessed to me and asked me a question-I think this question also had a great impact on him, and fortunately he met me , I don’t know what will happen to other professors, after all, there are still many old and stubborn people in the school.”

Slughorn, who didn't notice anything strange at all, continued: "He asked me, why was he assigned to Slytherin, who valued blood most, because he was clearly a Muggle-born? I gave him some advice. For a long time, I almost dealt with him with all my strength, I want him to understand his own excellence, and excellence has nothing to do with blood."

"It's such a simple truth. I don't understand why he doesn't understand it. Maybe he is too sensitive. Sensitive people are always easily influenced by the outside world, and they doubt themselves. That kind of feeling is not good. .”

Slughorn was a little thirsty, and he took the pumpkin juice on the table to moisten his mouth.

But Harry couldn't stand it any longer in shock—he finally understood who made Professor Highmore look like this.

It's Slughorn!

He thought he was teaching the right thing, but went in the wrong direction completely, turning Professor Highmore into an even more radical anti-bloodist - and most importantly, Slughorn had no idea what he had done. What, I guess he didn't even know Professor Highmore himself.

Otherwise, how did he come up with the word excellent?Should be more like Dumbledore to take care of Professor Highmore, right?
Harry desperately wanted to find recognition in the box.

Cedric asked curiously: "Are you a professor of Potions? Not Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

His mind was always sharp, but it was always in the wrong place.

Qiu Zhang is still feeling: "It is as standardized as a textbook. It turns out that Professor Haimo is so strict with himself, no wonder he has so many demands on students."

Not to mention Fred and George, they were muttering something quietly, and judging from their expressions, they must have different thoughts from Harry.

Even with Harry's girlfriend present, Harry had never missed Hermione and Ron so much, and they were the only ones who could understand him best.

In any case, Slughorn is very correct to introduce Toby as the opening line, which makes his relationship with the children much closer.Plus he told a lot of anecdotes about the brilliant wizards he taught at Hogwarts who readily joined what he called the Slug Club.
Finally, as the train passed through a long stretch of fog and into the red glow of sunset, Slughorn looked around and blinked in the twilight.

"It's getting dark." He said in surprise, "I think you should go back and get ready, change your clothes in advance, and don't be late for the dinner—what's the matter, Mr. Diggory?"

"Can I stay here?" Cedric begged, "so that no one can come in while I'm changing."

"There are people like this—what about you?" Slughorn turned to Fred and asked, "Are you going to stay too?"

"Ah, Professor, we need your help with something." Fred replied, and George secretly explained to the curious Harry in a low voice: "If all goes well, I think we will be able to find a suitable store manager soon .”

It was obvious that Slughorn had no aversion to helping the students, even though they were more likely to be Quidditch World Cup champions.

"Now you are all left." He looked at Harry and Qiu with a smile: "Are you going to stay too? I don't really recommend it. It's better to give you more time to be alone."

Clearly Cho thought the same way, and she wished she could spend a little more time with Harry before school started.

Harry noticed Cho looking at him.

There was no way, he could only silently say sorry to Ron and Hermione from the bottom of his heart.
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The time gradually became later and later, the train slowly stopped at the station in the night, and the students poured out of the carriages.

Hagrid was standing outside the car, holding a kerosene lamp, and yelling, "Follow me, first years! Gather to me - Hey, Harry, how was your holiday?"

"It's okay, how about you?" Harry asked with difficulty in the crowd.

"It's not as good as winning the championship." Hagrid said with a smile: "Let's go—wait a minute, where are Ron and Hermione? Why are there only two of you?"

Harry felt Qiu's fiery gaze from beside him, and he had already noticed that almost everyone was looking at him.

it's time.

"She's my girlfriend!" Harry yelled to a shocked Hagrid. "I've got a girlfriend, Hagrid!"

Qiu's face turned red almost in an instant, but Harry was also very happy to see her, which made his own heart become extremely joyful - he couldn't tell what was going on, but it seemed better than winning the World Cup Champions are more fun.

"Tut tsk tsk." Ron, who saw this scene from a distance, shook his head and said, "We'd better not go there, he has completely rebelled."

"I'm fine." Hermione turned around and asked, "How about you?"

It was Luna and Ginny, who had spent the day with Ron and Hermione after Harry left.

"Don't look at me." Ginny immediately shook her head and said, "I can do whatever I want."

"It seems that Pandora's solution is pretty good." Ron muttered, "I would have advised my parents to let you stay at Lovegood's house for a while if I had known."

Ginny said angrily, "It's not too late for you to know now."

Ron hadn't made much of a joke about it over the holidays.

The four of them found a carriage and sat in it, and it didn't take long for the topic to change to Toby.

"He's the vice-principal now." Hermione said curiously, "Then it's time for him to welcome new students this year?"

Ron glanced out the window in the direction of the river.

"These people are really miserable." He retracted his gaze and said, "Before all of us have experienced the first class earlier."

The other three also nodded in unison.
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"Is it all there, boys?"

Hagrid went back and counted the number of people. After confirming that there was no problem, he raised his hand and knocked three times on the castle gate.

The door opened instantly.

A person in a pitch-black witch robe appeared at the door, as if merging with the darkness behind him, making the freshmen breathless.

"First year, Professor Highmore," said Hagrid.

"Thank you, Hagrid. Leave the rest to me."

Toby's tone was very light, making it impossible to see what emotions he was in, and he was even more elusive than Dean McGonagall.

Toby took the anxious freshmen to a small waiting room, and when they were all there, he explained the rules of the new school.

"Do you understand everything? I hope there will be no mistakes by then."

Toby swept his eyes over the faces of every freshman, and did not leave slowly until after a complete inspection.

As vice-principal, he has yet another duty - to arrange for the Sorting Hat to attend the dinner.

Before he could go far, Al, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, floated over on a small flying carpet.

"Congratulations, Toby." The Sorting Hat opened and closed its mouth and said, "You have become the vice principal, and you are getting closer and closer to your goal."

"It's still far away." Toby said casually: "I originally planned to replace you with another hat, but now I can't do it—"

The Sorting Hat interrupted immediately: "Don't tell me it's your hat with arms all over it."

"That's it." Toby regretted, "Unfortunately, there is no way for freshmen to see the mystery of ancient magic from the very beginning."

"It can also avoid sending you to prison." The Sorting Hat reminded: "I don't remember that Dumbledore would show mercy to you-just because you are his student."

"Of course he won't," Toby admitted frankly.

When the students first walked into the auditorium, many people were still not used to the change of the person on the seat, and now it has become Principal McGonagall.

The good thing is that at least everyone is familiar enough with Principal McGonagall, but the bad thing is that Principal McGonagall looks more serious than ever.

But the students couldn't complain, it was hard for them to see a smile on Principal McGonagall's face.

Soon it will be the Sorting Hat's turn to share its new song.

It is estimated that I have been thinking about it for another whole year, the tune has become different, but the lyrics are always the same. At the beginning, I will introduce the four founders, and then I will introduce the four colleges later-this is all in the lyrics It's written in it.

But this year, one part of the content is a little different.

[Slytherin and Gryffindor who parted ways, who knows the reason? 】

[There is only one thing worth remembering, they also had a friendship. 】

"Is this implying Professor Highmore and Dumbledore?"

Taking advantage of the applause, Harry turned his head and asked the two people beside him.

"Looks like that." Hermione frowned. The Sorting Hat didn't end sentences with lyrics like this before.

"The sorting has begun." Ron reminded, putting his hands down.

With the end of each name, and the excited and nervous freshmen running to the long table of the college, the sorting ceremony gradually came to an end.

Headmaster McGonagall has inherited Dumbledore's good habits very well, and she knows how to make students love Hogwarts-at least not to embarrass them about having dinner.

"Eat, children!"

She spoke to the hungry students, to a huge round of cheering applause.

It is strange to say that even though the headmaster has changed candidates, Toby's position has not changed - he is still sitting next to the headmaster.

"You have learned the essence of Dumbledore." Toby praised: "The simpler, the better. Dumbledore dislikes these complicated etiquettes the most."

"It's not my intention." McGonagall calmly picked up the knife and said, "It's about your new book—may I know how you plan to teach this year? Just reading to students? Are the lessons integrated?"

"Unless I become a ghost too." Toby immediately denied.

"Believe me, principal, this will probably be the most memorable semester for them."

(End of this chapter)