Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 398 New Professors

397 new professors

Sweaters don't work well.

But at this time, in order to avoid further embarrassment, even if it is not possible, it has to be done.

As a result, the name of the "Sweater Freak" quickly spread throughout Hogwarts, and became known to all the teachers and students in the school. Peeves even composed a song specially for James——

[Sweater freak, sweater freak, you are not ashamed]

【Running around in broad daylight, you are not ashamed】

【You are not ashamed to be ridiculed by the students】

[Being an assistant under the hands of the old bat, you really don't feel ashamed]

When Harry came to James' office again—it was actually a small room, not to mention a normal office, it was probably a little bigger than Filch's, and even Myrtle The restrooms are no match.

"Why don't I feel ashamed?!"

James lashes out at the "You're Not Shame On" anthem: "Didn't I put on a sweater? How did he know who I was?"

"Probably because of your size." Harry looked at James' height and said, "Combined with the news that the new professor will have an assistant, it's easy to guess who you are."

"The Invisibility Cloak is more useful." James sighed, he hadn't furnished the office much yet, it looked messy here, and Harry could only find an empty cardboard box to sit on.

He watched James casually put his legs on the table, the chair under his butt tilted into a dangerous arc.

This made Harry suddenly regret coming to him.

James didn't notice Harry's strange expression at all. He was throwing a Quaffle around from nowhere, and asked as he threw it, "Is there any shortage of coaches in your Quidditch team?" Oh, I forgot, there is no Quidditch match this year - so how do I pass the time, go out and play? See if you have improved recently?"

Harry sighed.

"Is that how you usually work at the Ministry of Magic?"

"I can see you're dissatisfied with me." James said with a chuckle. "I've never known what work means in my life. Remus may know, but it certainly doesn't include me—your grandparents gave me Leaving a large inheritance, so that I don't have to worry about gold for the rest of my life. As for the Ministry of Magic, Toby found me a job. He probably expected that Dumbledore would be kicked out before that. That’s why I arranged for Sirius and I to occupy a few seats in advance.”

"But it's all the same. Bagman doesn't dare to really order us to do things, so even if I go to the ministry, I usually chat with Sirius, and occasionally sneak out for a stroll."

"Wait a minute!" Harry seemed to have noticed something: "But I remember that when you were living at Tonks's house, you never came back early, not even once-you all went out to be lazy at that time?"

"Don't make such a fuss." James waved his hand and said, "This happened from time to time when we were in school, and Lupine didn't get off work, so he had to put on a show—so do you want to go out and play with me?" Quidditch?"

"No." Harry immediately shook his head and said, "I wanted to ask you something, but now I don't know whether I should ask."

"Just say it." James tried to make his expression more serious: "Since you have found me here, naturally I won't let you down."

Harry didn't think so, but he really needed someone who could solve his problems right now.

So he talked about his decision to continue attending Professor Haimer's tutoring class, and mentioned that maybe he could help ease the conflict between Professor Haimer and Principal Dumbledore, but he didn't know the specifics yet. solution.

After listening, James sighed, "He really values ​​you."

This is exactly what Harry thought.

He asked with some hesitation: "You still want me to reject Professor Haimo, don't you?"

"No." James sighed, "He's obviously already eyeing you. Although his intentions may not be that bad, at least we all know what he will do to achieve his goal. Now even Dumbledore doesn't want to It really pissed him off—it seems that I can only keep silent, of course, I still don’t think it’s too late to leave Hogwarts—I can take you away from him.”

Harry was silent for a moment, but he finally shook his head and declined the offer.

"What if we run into Haibo? What if he's waiting for us to do this?"

"Yes."

James looked even more powerless in the face of Harry's concern.

To change the mood, Harry quickly changed the subject.

"Where's Snape?" He turned pale when he mentioned the name. "Are you really going to be his assistant? Are you going to fight him on the first day of class?"

"I really want to do this." After seeing the change in Harry's face, James changed his words in time: "But as a professor at Hogwarts—well, an assistant, I can also set an example. There is no excuse to drive me away. After all, this opportunity is not easy to come by. Even Bagman has not expressed any opinion on this matter. You must know that I am still his subordinate now-I remember we had a meeting in the afternoon. One lesson? You'll know when the time comes."

Harry also breathed a sigh of relief after seeing James making the promise.

But some people in the school live in fear.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Please come in—Dean, why are you here again?"

After seeing Slughorn walking in with a worried face, Angela and Al turned and left the office at the same time, leaving Toby to face the trouble alone.

Helplessness was written all over Toby's face, but Slughorn didn't care what he was thinking now, and ran to Toby almost at a fast speed - he could run so fast with such a big belly It's amazing.

"Say it!"

Slughorn asked as soon as he came up; "Where did you hide that man? I haven't slept well for days. Do you have to drive me crazy to stop?"

"What are you talking about?" Toby quickly waved his hand and said, "I never thought of troublesome with you, Dean, you know how much I respect you, don't you? If you hadn't talked to me back then, I didn't know I was even more Slytherin than Slytherin."

"But I didn't teach you to recruit such people."

Slughorn looked so excited that he couldn't even breathe. Toby got up and helped him to sit on the sofa.

"What do you want to drink? Mead?" Toby asked skillfully.

"The more expensive the better," Slughorn said angrily.

When he saw Toby take out a bottle of good mead, Slughorn's face was a little tense.

"Did you know that I would come to you? Otherwise, how could you be so well prepared?"

Toby spread his hands innocently: "How could it be? I just asked Snape to bring this back by the way, or bought it abroad, and it cost me a lot of gold—"

"Isn't this prepared in advance?" Slughorn wondered.

Toby thought about it carefully.

"That's right."

"you--"

"Don't be angry, old dean, try this bottle of wine quickly, even I haven't tasted it beforehand."

Perhaps feeling the student's heart from this sentence, Slughorn didn't seem so angry anymore.He took a sip from his glass, then a second sip, a third
Soon the glass was empty, and the wine bottle floated over by itself to refill it.

After drinking most of the bottle, Slughorn put the cup on the coffee table, and Toby also drank the last sip of the wine in the cup. He smacked his mouth twice, feeling the lingering fragrance left in his mouth.

"Although it's delicious, it's still not as stimulating as the Black Devil's Wine."

"Don't compare that poison with this wine," Slughorn said to Toby, and then his tone suddenly became sad.

"I really can't understand you students more and more now. Snape is like this, and you are similar. How did you suddenly make trouble like this? Albus is sometimes very strong, but relatively It’s easy to talk about him, at least he won’t force others to—”

"But it's not anymore." Toby interrupted abruptly: "He said two days ago that after solving the troubles in Azkaban, he could finally free his hand to deal with me—he told me in person."

"He did?" Slughorn looked taken aback.

Toby frowned and nodded.

"Sigh." Slughorn sighed: "Then no wonder it turned out like this. At least I know a little bit about your temperament, and you have never been willing to admit defeat, but I didn't expect this day to come so soon—ah ?”

He suddenly said to himself in a strange way: "It seems to be my first year back at Hogwarts——did you do this on purpose?"

"I didn't think about it that way before." Toby said frankly: "But I will be short of a vice headmaster soon—don't be so surprised, everyone knows that I have always wanted to be the headmaster of Hogwarts, Even Dean McGonagall knows that."

"Don't take me!" Slughorn immediately said angrily, "Are you going to let me part ways with all my old friends? I'm not Salazar Slytherin, and I don't want to end up like him The ending is completely a tragedy."

"Relax, old dean." Toby comforted: "I will not force Principal McGonagall to resign this time, she will leave on her own initiative. But who can she give up the position of principal to? Me, who else has this qualification? Those people will make a mess of the school, at least I still know a little bit of business knowledge - isn't the Black Devil Foundation running well now."

"That's true." Slughorn accepted Toby's rhetoric. The treatment of professors in the school is much better than before.

"But you're not lying to me again, are you?" He continued, "You won't even tell you where the mysterious man is? What do you think about this? He resurrected?"

"He is no longer a threat." Toby explained lightly: "The specific reasons are a bit complicated, but you only need to know this. I can completely control him and will not give him the opportunity to do evil."

"you sure?"

"I promise."

There was silence in the office for a while.

Several times Slughorn tried to speak again, but he swallowed the words back under Toby's gaze.

"I don't know what to say."

He bent down wearily, his face looked much older.

"After all, I'm already so old, and I'm not as energetic as Dumbledore, let alone smart enough, and you are my favorite student—now I think it should be one of them. It's a shame to be caught between the two of you." It's not good."

"I don't think this is a problem at all." Toby seemed to have already thought about how to say it, and he blurted out: "I think Dumbledore thinks the same way, no one will force you to do anything, as long as You can go anywhere you want, and maybe it will be the last buffer between me and Dumbledore."

Slughorn watched his student.

"You're saying exactly the same thing as Albus - well, it looks like it won't work if I try."

He finally revealed his purpose of coming here - just like Harry, he came here to ease the conflict between the two of them.

"It's nothing for you to worry about."

Toby got up to see off the guests, and by the way, he stuffed the half bottle of mead into Slughorn's arms: "Just enjoy your career as a professor at Hogwarts, and I will try my best not to let this fight affect innocent people." Human—if you had to have an exact answer, I think it would be the students."

Slughorn nodded, and with Toby's support, he came to the door of the office, but before he opened it, there was a violent knock on the door.

"professor!"

It was Harry, and he was yelling anxiously: "Professor Highmore! I—— Gazeon and Snape are about to fight! Hurry up and help!"

"Oh?"

Toby opened the door first, and he asked enthusiastically, "Who do you want me to help?"

"What?" Harry said quickly after being stunned for a moment, "I'm helping to stop them, why should I help anyone?"

Slughorn looked at Toby with dissatisfaction, his eyes were not as heavy as Dumbledore's, but it also made Toby a little more interesting.

"Get used to it." He simply explained: "Let's go, if we are late, we will miss this duel—ah, no, we have to stop them quickly!"

At the same time, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the students all gathered at the back of the classroom like chickens, staring at the two professors on the podium with their wands pointed at each other.

"Gagen! Do you dare to disobey my order? It's just an Unforgivable Curse. The students should have learned similar courses a long time ago. It's not too late for them?"

"The Unforgivable Curse? I can do it too! Why didn't you come to be the test subject? My salary is lower than yours, so you should bear the biggest risk! Children, you should all be optimistic about this spell. It will definitely make his life worse than death—worse—”

"Drilling—"

Two spell casting sounds sounded at the same time, and Toby kicked open the door, attracting everyone's attention.

Under Harry's hopeful gaze, Toby raised his wand and read aloud:

"Avada—!"

(End of this chapter)