Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 18 Auditorium
Toby and Al stood in front of two mirrors, one large and one small. They were all seriously dressing themselves up, with witch robes printed with sun and moon patterns on them, and even Al had a miniature version of the witch robe.

Everything about it is scaled down.

After wandering back and forth in front of the small mirror twice, Al took out a pair of reduced glasses from his belly pocket, hung them on his long nose, and blinked at Toby with his small eyes.

"No no no no."

Toby shook a finger left and right: "This pair of glasses is not suitable for you. The pair with half-moon lenses is replaced. Yes, yes, this is the pair. I remember the principal wearing the same glasses."

Al happily listened to Toby's advice, and after putting on his glasses, he took out a small comb to smooth out the black fluff on his body.

"Oh, come on."

Toby grabs Al on his shoulder, and Al grabs the mirror and comb with his claws.

"Stop being smug, the students at the dinner party can't observe you up close at all, and they don't care whether the fluff on your body is soft enough or not."

Al grumbled twice in protest, and he simply put the mirror on the side of Toby's head, and continued to comb the fluff in a slow manner.

For this reason, Toby had to brace his neck and couldn't even turn his head normally.

Fortunately, when he rushed to the hall of the auditorium, Al finally put away the mirror and comb contentedly, and put them in his belly pocket.

Toby did not participate in the decoration of the hall for the opening dinner. To be honest, compared with the Halloween dinner and Christmas dinner, the opening dinner is really nothing new, and it is almost the same every year.

He originally wanted to use his collection of relics from various countries to decorate it, but principal Dumbledore didn't agree, thinking that it would scare the freshmen.

"Then what do they think ancient magic is?"

At that time, Toby protested: "Do you think it's as simple as sniffing every house?"

Dumbledore simply pretended not to hear, and Al also gave Toby two punches angrily, as if scratching an itch.

But when he saw the school auditorium again, Toby had to admit that it was the most beautiful and magnificent auditorium he had ever seen.

Thousands of candles floated above the tables in each house, lighting up the Great Hall, and the four tables were set with shining gold plates and goblets, and the velvety black ceiling was flecked with stars. It doesn't look like there is a ceiling, but more like the open air, especially at night when there is a heavy rain, it seems that even lightning will come in.

All in all, it is much better than the magic school in Africa, Waggadu.

Toby stood at the gate of the auditorium. Principal Dumbledore appeared beside him at some point, and asked him kindly, "How does it feel to return to Hogwarts as a professor?"

"Why don't you tell me about yours first, what was your feeling when you returned to Hogwarts?"

"The answer may surprise you, Toby. What I feel is redemption."

Redemption?

Toby didn't understand, but he had long been used to the headmaster's riddles, which were always cloudy and difficult to understand.

He looked at the transparent ceiling, and Dumbledore didn't urge him to hurry in.

"I feel fear, Headmaster."

Toby said in a low voice: "I have been to so many ancient ruins, many of which are deadly just by the way, but none of them can compare to Hogwarts. It scares me, and it will inevitably remind me of the past. The memories, and the thought of Lily, and her baby Harry Potter... Maybe I should have come back sooner, so I had a chance to stop this."

Dumbledore looked at him calmly.

"That's where the problem comes in," he said. "There are always people who think that what we used to do was not good enough, but in fact, we rarely have the opportunity to really do it all over again, mistakenly thinking that going back to the past will change everything. , but the truth is, we can’t change anything.”

"It's normal to have such thoughts, Toby, and even I am not exempt."

Toby seemed a little helpless: "Use pain to heal pain, principal, this is really your style."

Dumbledore did not refute this sentence, he smiled and gently pushed Toby's back, and finally pushed him into the hall.

"Stop dwelling on the past, Toby, the moment is what matters."

He also joked appropriately: "Also, I hope your fear is not stopped by fear of hollowing out Hogwarts. Stop really thinking of the school as a relic for you to use for archaeology."

Dumbledore knew it was a joke, and so did Toby.

But bad, Al doesn't seem to think so.

It took out a small shovel that was about the same height as itself from its belly pocket, held it up in the air, and swung it around twice.

"Ahem! Put it away! Put it away!"

Toby coughed loudly to cover it up. He looked back at Principal Dumbledore, who was twitching at the corner of his mouth. He rolled his eyes and said on a whim, "Principal, what do you think of Al's glasses? Are they the same as yours?" Very similar? What a coincidence, it is still your admirer—"

At this moment, Snape's gloomy sneer came, which made Toby immediately shift his target, almost thinking that his salvation had arrived.

"Ah! Severus—"

He enthusiastically walked towards Snape, and regardless of Snape's stop, he firmly grasped his palm: "Where are you going to sit for a while? Wouldn't it be better for us two old classmates to sit together?"

"No." Snape said coldly, pulling out his reddened palm.

"Don't say that." Toby waved his arm vigorously: "I know how much you value the start-of-school dinner—hey, did you secretly use the shampoo I gave you, or why would your hair look so .clean?"

Snape had involuntarily clenched the wand in his hand, and Toby immediately felt a great threat from him.

"Hey! Quirrell!"

Fortunately, Quirrell, who happened to come, saved his life. Toby quickly changed his target, and Quirrell retreated quickly, but he was not as fast as Toby.

His hands were firmly grasped by Toby, and he shook them vigorously up and down, so that the turban on his head was a little unstable.

"Although you used to teach Muggle Studies, this year you are the new professor."

Toby said happily: "We should also sit together, new colleagues should unite, so as not to be looked down upon by old people like Severus, don't you think so? Quirrell—oh,"

He suddenly withdrew his palm, slapped it under his nose, and said with a strange expression: "How often do you eat garlic a day, dinner hasn't started yet."

Quirrell's movement of holding the hood froze, and Snape, who was opposite him, had silently drawn out his wand.

"Today is really lively."

Dean Flitwick stood beside Principal Dumbledore, and he happily watched the scene where the old and new professors interacted, although it seemed to others that they were about to fight.

"Compared to when he was in school, Toby is much more cheerful than at that time."

"I'm so happy for him!" he squealed.

Dumbledore rubbed between his brows to relieve the pain in his head.

"I hope you can be so happy in the future, Filius."

(End of this chapter)