Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 12 Potions
"what--"

Quirrell's screams spread far away, he tossed his hands and legs back and forth, and hurriedly took a few steps back: "Yes-it's me! To-by, I-I-I'm Quirrell!"

The stuttering this time was not pretended by him, but was actually frightened.

"Quirrell?"

Toby narrowed his eyes, and he looked up and down for a while, the shovel in his hand had already hit the sole of Quirrell's shoe.

In the next second, the sole of the shoe split in two, revealing the dark purple patterned socks inside.

A cool breeze blew, and Quirrell felt his toes were about to cramp.

"Professor Quirrell. Why are you here?"

Toby asked suspiciously, and Quirrell's heart almost jumped into his throat.

"Okay, I get it now."

Toby suddenly realized: "You came here to set up a mechanism to protect the Philosopher's Stone."

Quirrell was stunned for a moment, and he quickly agreed: "Yes-yes-yes, I-I plan to come-catch-catch the troll—"

"Shh!" Toby immediately interrupted: "Stop talking, Professor Quirrell, we shouldn't disclose our respective agencies, it would be bad if others heard it."

Quirrell turned his head: "Is there - is there anyone else around here?"

"Who can say for sure." Toby put the shovel on his shoulder, and he said mysteriously: "I'm only telling you this, and you must not reveal it—the thief Very powerful, I met the other person in person, in Gringotts, didn't you read the newspaper? Gringotts should have published the report of the thief, and I was there at the time."

"The other party is a terrible black wizard, and I just got it by luck. I used the God's Shadowless Curse. Do you know this spell? Once hit, it's like being cut open by a sharp blade. Also, there must be thieves who suffer. If you see someone with a freshly cut scar, do let me know, don't try to be brave for that small bounty. Of course, compared to our salary, the bounty is still very high--"

Toby said a lot of words like a cannonball, but fortunately, under the cover of night, coupled with the shock just now, it didn't make Quirrell's pale face become particularly obvious.

"Oh-oh-I see."

Quirrell had to interrupt, he stood up with difficulty, patted the dust on his body, pointed with his wand at the sole of the shoe that had been split in half, and restored the shoe to its original state and put it on again.

"Hurry up." Toby urged, he stood upright like a guard: "This is the Forbidden Forest, full of dangers everywhere, don't stay here for too long."

Quirrell looked at Toby, and he couldn't help asking curiously: "You-why are you in the Forbidden Forest? Still holding a shovel?"

"You mean this?" Toby picked up the shovel and shook it, the wind blowing on Quirrell's face made him fall back quickly in fright.

"As an archaeologist, isn't it normal to carry a shovel with you?"

"This is the Forbidden Forest. It has existed for an unknown number of years, perhaps longer than Hogwarts itself. Maybe there is an ancient ruin buried somewhere, like a lost building at the bottom of some lake."

"By the way, have you ever been to Loch Ness?"

Quirrell did not understand when the subject had been diverted to Loch Ness.

He froze for a while, then said dryly: "I haven't been to me - I have to go."

Compared with the habit of stuttering, Quirrell's speed was very fast. It didn't take long for him to disappear on the way out of the Forbidden Forest.

Toby stared at the direction where Quirrell disappeared, and he murmured in a low voice: "Come to the Forbidden Forest late at night to catch trolls. It's really not easy for a guy who dares to apply for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!"

Quirrell didn't dare to stay a step, he ran back to his office in fear, panting for a long time.

He's after me!
That was the only thought left in Quirrell's mind.

Toby must be eyeing him!
First, the accidental encounter in the Leaky Cauldron, then the collision in Gringotts, and finally, the burglar that he deliberately told himself in front of him—how could there be so many coincidences? !

That must be what Toby wanted to use to observe his reaction!
He probably knew he was the thief!
Cold sweat covered Quirrell's forehead, and he suddenly held his breath forcefully, not even daring to breathe.

Now that Toby knows, what about Dumbledore?And Snape, he and Toby were classmates, would he know it too?
In this short period of time, many thoughts popped up in Quirrell's mind. He suddenly felt that the Philosopher's Stone was a trap, and the purpose was to catch him without fail.

But in the castle, it was already full of sights staring at him.

Especially Toby Highmore!
This guy who popped up out of nowhere!

He was the helper Dumbledore had found!

Quirrell sat on the floor in panic for a while, and suddenly he grabbed the suitcase under the bed and was about to put all the luggage in it.

Wait until tomorrow - no!Just tonight!
Quirrell is going to leave Hogwarts tonight and never come back!

His identity is exposed!
At this moment, Quirrell suddenly felt a great fear, and his movements stopped involuntarily.

A weak voice sounded in his mind.

"Stupid. Crap."

"Master-Master?" Quirrell asked in a low voice with trepidation: "You have finally woken up, Master! My identity has been exposed, we will now."

"Shut up," interrupted Voldemort's voice, "I've seen the whole story from your stupid head. Toby Highmore has nothing to fear. If he thinks you're a thief, he won't bother playing with you. of"

Voldemort seemed to know Toby Highmore well, as well as his character.

"Stop trying to catch unicorns. I'll give you a formula, hurry up and make the potion, it's better than unicorn blood"

"Then, find a way to find the Philosopher's Stone."

"ASAP."

Quirrell didn't dare to move. He was crying, looking like he was about to cry, so he could only silently remember this complicated formula in his heart.

Fortunately, school hasn't started yet, so Quirrell doesn't have to stay at school every day, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to find the place to brew the potion.

"Damn Toby Highmore!"

He said bitterly: "One day, I will kill you completely!"

At this moment, Toby was walking out of the Forbidden Forest with a shovel on his shoulders. When he passed by the cabin, Hagrid just went out to check the situation.

"Hi, Hagrid."

Toby said hello, and he saw Fang under Hagrid's feet, who was constantly trying to run outside.

"Is this Yaya?" He asked in surprise, "Has Yaya grown so big?"

"Go in, go in!" Hagrid forced Fang Fang back into the room, and he stared at Toby with strange eyes: "You went to the Forbidden Forest? What are you doing in the Forbidden Forest so late?"

"Don't worry." Toby said carelessly: "I didn't hurt your cuties, oh—"

He seemed to remember something, with a smile on his face.

"If trolls don't count."

(End of this chapter)