Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

The first Quidditch practice of the new semester was full of situations.

Harry first met Colin Creevey, his number one fan who insisted on following him, and saw the photo he had taken before - a black and white, awkward-looking Lockhart who wanted to sneak out quietly, but was caught by the sea. Professor Mo clamped his head hard with his arms. In the photo, he was also being stared at by Mr. Al and could not leave. After receiving two punches, Lockhart threw his head back and fainted, leaving only Harry. Fortunately, Professor Heimer in the photo did not intend to teach him a lesson and just asked him to stand aside obediently.

Then, after coming to the Quidditch pitch with the rest of the team, Harry met the Slytherin Quidditch players who came to find fault, and also met their new Seeker-Draco Malfoy.

The seven people lifted their broomsticks forward together. Seven brand new, smooth and shiny broomsticks, and seven lines of beautiful gold letters "Nimbus 2001", dazzled the Gryffindor players' eyes in the morning sun.

This was a "gift" given to Slytherin by Lucius Malfoy, and the Gryffindor team members were speechless for a moment.Malfoy smiled so happily that his indifferent eyes became slits.

At this time, Ron and Hermione also walked over from the lawn to see what was going on.

"What's the matter?" Ron asked Harry. "Why aren't you guys playing? What's he doing here?"

Ron looked at Malfoy in surprise, who was wearing the Slytherin Quidditch team robe.

"I'm the new Seeker of the Slytherin team, Weasley," Malfoy said proudly, "Just now everyone was admiring the broomstick my father bought for our team. As for Gryffindor... ."

He sneered disdainfully: "You may also be able to get some gold to buy a few new brooms. You can redeem the prizes and sell those sweeping five-star brooms. I think the museum will bid for them."

The Slytherins laughed hoarsely.

"At least none of the Gryffindors had to pay to get in," said Hermione tartly. "They got in entirely on merit."

Malfoy's face darkened with satisfaction.

"No one asked you, you stinking little mudblood," he said harshly.

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On the grass outside the Quidditch pitch, Toby stopped sharply and looked in the direction of the Quidditch pitch with Al on his shoulders.

"I think I heard someone say Mudblood, did you hear that?"

"ah!"

Toby carried a cage in his hand, and there was a dying rooster in the cage, which was tortured badly by the pharaoh's mask. If he continued to use it, he would die completely and become a mummy rooster forever.

Just as he was about to walk towards the Quidditch pitch, he suddenly heard someone calling him.

"Hey! Professor Highmore! Hey!"

It was Lockhart, who had just walked out of Hagrid's cabin, followed by an angry Hagrid, and himself with a surprised expression.

"What a coincidence!" Lockhart said cheerfully as he ran over, showing his trademark teeth: "I was just teaching Hagrid how to prevent water monsters from getting into wells. By the way, I was telling Hagrid how to exorcise female ghosts. As a result, I met you right here!”

Hagrid snorted loudly as he took the cage from Toby.

Lockhart didn't notice Hagrid's sarcasm at all. He winked and said, "I also heard one thing - you were the one who made the giant magazine in the college common room, right? This is a great idea. To be able to more perfectly display the style that a professor should have - I mean, adventurers like us should give students the opportunity to learn more about them."

"It's an archaeologist." Toby reminded: "I'm an archaeologist, and I specialize in exploring ancient ruins—but I just want to talk to you about the adventure stories in the book, so that may be helpful for my research." It will be useful-"

"Oh, let's talk about this later." Lockhart cleverly evaded: "Actually, I came to ask you to cooperate, Professor Highmore. Are you interested in publishing my adventure story in the college magazine? Those are some Officially published secret content."

He deliberately emphasized it, as if he was giving Toby this hard-won opportunity.

After hearing Lockhart change the subject, Toby lost interest. He said in a cold tone: "Then go to Principal Dumbledore, he has the master copy of the Control Academy magazine, and I have to go to Quidditch now." I took a look at the stadium, and it seems that some students said Mudblood—”

"Oh, are you looking for Dumbledore? Okay, I see." Lockhart followed Toby after he finished speaking, as if he didn't intend to leave like this. He probably felt that Toby was dealing with him casually and wanted to persuade him a little more. Second-rate.

As for Hagrid, he had already become furious and shouted angrily: "Mudblood?! Or did the students say it?! Do you need help, Toby?"

He waved the cage around, and the rooster inside would probably be shaken to death before it could be cared for.

"Uh, I should be able to handle it." But Toby didn't intend to reject Hagrid's offer: "Let's go together, Hagrid. It's still difficult to handle if there are too many people."

The three of them walked towards the Quidditch pitch together. Along the way, Lockhart deliberately aroused Toby's curiosity, hoping to use his help to increase his popularity.

Al secretly took out a small shovel from his belly pocket several times, but was put back again by Toby's eyes.

Al stuck to Toby's ear, and it whispered angrily, "Yeah."

Toby turned his head and moved his lips up and down a few times: "It's useless if you don't ask Hagrid to come. The playground is full of students... Yeah, wait a little longer until everything is extracted from his mouth." Let’s talk about the story again..."

"Are you chatting?" Lockhart asked in surprise, with a harmless expression on his face: "Can it understand what we are saying?"

"Yeah, look, what's that?"

Lockhart and Hagrid Qiqi turned their heads to look over, Lockhart was still curiously asking: "What? What are you referring to?"

Al was shocked to see that Toby stretched out his arm, the magic ball condensed into a magic circle, and a silver shovel taller than Toby himself appeared in his hand.Immediately afterwards, Toby raised the shovel vigorously, and slammed down, sending Lockhart flying a long distance, and rolled face-to-face on the grass, motionless.

"Ah!" Hagrid, who hadn't seen this scene, yelled loudly. He subconsciously looked back, but he saw the same shock on Toby's face. As for the shovel, it disappeared somewhere.

"Why did he fall?" Toby asked in surprise, "The fall was so hard, could it be that his left foot tripped over his right foot? What's going on?"

Before Hagrid came to his senses, Toby immediately ran towards the fallen Lockhart. Al finally had a chance to speak out, his eyes sparkling: "Ah! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

"Keep your voice down." Toby warned: "Who dares to look down on you - 'Can it understand what we say?'" He imitated it in a low voice, and then said: "Now you always know where to stand. Whose side are you on? Don't mention Angela in front of me in the future. She has gone back to Wagadu - By the way, help me see if any students noticed the attack just now?"

Toby's timing was perfect and he did not let any students notice this scene in advance. In fact, this was due to his reputation. Most students avoided him and would turn around and walk back even if they met him alone in the corridor.

After Toby came to Lockhart's side, he also gradually came to his senses. He touched the back of his head, and there was no injury except for the squashed golden waves.

"I...what happened to me just now?"

He asked in a daze, only feeling that the pain was fading rapidly, and there was no problem in the blink of an eye.

"You fell." Toby said in a natural tone: "But you are really powerful. You can fly such a long distance just by falling."

"Oh, hahaha!" Lockhart laughed and stood up: "You really know how to joke, Professor Hammer, there must have been some dark creature that attacked me just now, but I dodged it sharply, wait a moment You guys have to gather around me, I dare say, that evil creature will definitely come back, only I can defeat it. But of course it won't be with five consecutive "Wizard Weekly" most charming smile awards achievement, I never talk about that, but my superb Defense Against the Dark Arts - eh?"

Toby had already led Al far away, he waved to Hagrid, and continued to walk towards the Quidditch pitch, whispering to Al on the way.

"I said, why do I feel something is wrong? Could it be that his brain is really broken? I shouldn't have used the wrong magic circle?"

"Yeah...yeah."

"I have to find a chance to help him take a look. It would be bad if the principal finds out—what are you doing?!"

Toby suddenly shouted in a deep voice as he walked into the Quidditch pitch.

At this time, the stadium had turned into a battlefield. Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch players were fighting together. Ron pressed Malfoy under him and pulled his hair fiercely. Marcus Fulton Lint was about to kick Ron. The twin brothers rushed to stop him. Hermione was protected by Harry. The expressions on their faces were anxious and confused. Colin Creevey stood aside blankly. , I don’t understand why they suddenly started fighting.

It was too noisy on the field, no one heard Professor Highmore's voice, Hagrid was about to rush up to stop them, Lockhart straightened his witch robes, and was also ready to make his debut.

At this time, a magic circle suddenly surrounded the students, and Ron, who was punched back by Malfoy, shouted loudly: "It's Professor Highmore! Professor Highmore will definitely help—"

What he said next was blocked in his throat, and everyone couldn't move, and they were all frozen.

"What will I help with?"

Toby walked over with a gloomy face: "Can you put all of you in confinement?"

Hagrid looked left and right, and put the cage down with embarrassment. It seemed that Toby didn't need his help, but Lockhart still walked over proudly. He shook his head and said, "Oh, the current students can't help it." It’s really worrying, I still fight, I think when I was in school—”

Toby ignored Lockhart. He noticed Ron's anxious gaze and interrupted directly: "You have a chance to say something, Mr. Weasley."

After a flash of light, Ron finally resumed his actions, and he immediately shouted, "Malfoy calls Hermione a Mudblood!"

Hermione still didn't understand what was going on, but soon she understood the seriousness of the problem.

"Is that so, Malfoy?" Toby asked.

Under his penetrating gaze, Draco, who resumed his actions, dared not say a word.

"Slytherin will take fifty points for it."

Toby said in a cold tone: "As for the rest of you to be locked up—I'm not discussing with you, the lost training opportunities are entirely your own fault."

His icy gaze swept over Malfoy, Harry, Wood, Marcus and everyone else who wanted to protest.

"As for the specific method..."

He squinted his eyes and said, a large group of plans came out of his mind at once, thinking that it would be interesting for these students to deal with Lockhart's mummy or Hagrid's mummy.

Too bad Toby couldn't do that, it would have been too conspicuous.

Then, he smiled an extremely terrifying smile, completely the opposite of Lockhart.

"I'm used to linking the confinement content with the ancient magic class—it's time for you to experience it yourself. This is a special class I reserved."

"I hope you have prepared well for the homework I assigned, and have figured out what kind of magic circle to use to deal with the mummy rooster. Just tonight, you will see me wearing a pharaoh mask with your own eyes."

Facing a group of frightened students, he added lightly: "Yes, children."

"I'm not kidding."