Hogwarts Archaeologist Toby

Slughorn did not disappoint.

"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, something happened that made Toby undergo a big change, a very big change..."

When he said this, he looked at Harry, who looked curious, and said to him: "Speaking of which, this matter is also related to your mother - Lily Yinwansi."

"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 be impatient, I will not discriminate against any Muggle-born person, otherwise Toby would not be willing to look at me after disappearing for many years. Where did I just say - -Oh, by the way, it was a Potions class. I still remember it. Your mother won the first place in the class test. There is no doubt that she won such a good result based on her own excellence. .”

"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. It wasn't until later that I understood why he did this - because he cared too much about his bloodline."

The box was quiet for a while. Slughorn moved his stomach and waited until he was more comfortable before continuing: "In general, you can understand this matter this way - blood discrimination has always existed in the wizarding world. , especially for Muggle-borns, many pure-blood wizards are constantly denying their excellence. But I can tell you with full responsibility that this is completely unreasonable. I liked it when I was in school. Make friends with good Muggle-born students."

"As for Toby, although he didn't show much talent at the beginning, as a professor, I can still see who is studying Potions class attentively - that is to say, Toby is in Potions class. His operating standards are no worse than Lily's, and his memory has always been very good, but precisely for this reason, his words appear more convincing - because some people don't want to see him helping other people, especially Ma People who are born in melon.”

"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 discrimination, who would have thought that a Muggle-born would value blood more than they do?"

"To be honest, I didn't realize this at first, until Toby confessed to me later 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 would happen if I were another professor, after all, there are still a lot of stubborn people in the school.”

Slughorn, who didn't notice anything strange at all, continued: "He asked me why he was assigned to Slytherin, which values ​​​​blood the most, even though he is obviously a Muggle-born? For this reason, I gave him I have been educating him for a long time, and I am almost trying my best to deal with him. I want him to understand his excellence, and excellence has nothing to do with bloodline."

"It's such a simple truth. I don't understand why he doesn't understand it. Maybe he's too sensitive. Sensitive people are always susceptible to the influence of the outside world, and they doubt themselves. It's not a pleasant feeling. .”

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 was still sighing: "It's as standardized as the textbook... It turns out that Professor Haimer is also so strict with himself. No wonder he has so many requirements for his students."

Not to mention Fred and George, they were whispering something quietly, and judging from their expressions, they definitely had different thoughts from Harry.

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

In any case, Slughorn made the right choice to introduce Toby as the opening line, which brought him much closer to the children later on. Plus he told a lot of anecdotes about the brilliant wizards he taught back then, who all happily joined an organization he called the Slug Club while at Hogwarts...

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 have something to ask you for help." Fred replied, and George secretly explained to the curious Harry in a low voice: "If everything 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.

"You're the only ones left now." He looked at Harry and Qiu with a smile: "Do you want to stay too? I don't really recommend it. It's best to give you more time to be alone."

Obviously, Cho thought the same way, and she hoped to spend a little more time with Harry before school started.

Harry noticed Cho looking at him.

He had no choice but to say sorry to Ron and Hermione silently in 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 the hot gaze from Qiu next to him, and he had already noticed that almost everyone was looking at him.

it's time.

"She's my girlfriend!" Harry shouted to the shocked Hagrid. "I have 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.

"Tsk, 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 has solved the problem well." Ron said: "If I had known better, I would have advised your parents to let you stay at Lovegood's house for a while."

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 people also nodded in unison.

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"Are you all here, kids?"

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 immediately opened.

A man wearing a pitch-black witch robe appeared at the door, as if he had merged 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 dull, making it difficult to tell what his emotions were. 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 nothing will go wrong by then."

Toby swept his eyes over the faces of each new student, and then left slowly after a complete inspection.

As the vice principal, he has another responsibility - arranging 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 his 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: "Originally, I planned to use another hat to replace you, but I can't do that now -"

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, some of the content is a little different.

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

[Only one thing is worth remembering, they also had friendship. 】

"Is this a hint at Professor Highmore and Dumbledore?"

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

"It looks like that." Hermione frowned. The Sorting Hat in the past would not end a sentence with such lyrics.

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

As the names came to an end and the freshmen ran excitedly and nervously to the long table of the college, the sorting ceremony gradually came to an end.

Principal McGonagall has inherited Dumbledore's good habits very well. She knows how to make students love Hogwarts - at least not to make it difficult for them to have dinner.

"Eat, kids!"

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 their most unforgettable semester."