Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 26 The Wooden House
It was definitely the scariest Potions class Harry had ever had, and even though he'd only had it once, he still thought so.

Snape was stern and terrible, and he would scold students mercilessly if they made mistakes, even Draco Malfoy was no exception, he was frightened by Snape's roar.

Harry tried his best to reduce his sense of existence. He tried not to look at Snape's arm that was cut open, and he tried not to let himself think about why he refused to suspend class for treatment.

Finally, they waited until the get out of class was over.The students were acting almost as if they were running away, they were afraid to breathe in the Potions classroom.

As he climbed the steps out of the dungeon, Harry's mind was churning and depressed, and he wondered why Snape hated him so much.Then there was Professor Highmore, who was so irascible that he would fight Snape regardless of class time, and he was not sure again if Professor Highmore was a good guy or a bad guy.

Fortunately, Hagrid had asked him to have afternoon tea in advance, so he decided to ask Hagrid, and Ron would follow.

The two left the castle and walked across the grounds to Hagrid's quarters.Hagrid lives in a cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, with a crossbow and a pair of galoshes in front of the gate.

"You are finally here."

Hagrid said happily, and introduced Fang to them.

They chatted for a while, and Harry started to mention Snape: "I think he hates me."

"That's impossible." Hagrid said loudly, but his eyes seemed a little dodgy: "Snape hardly liked any students, how could he target you?"

"What about Professor Highmore?"

"What's wrong with Professor Highmore? Do you think he hates you too? Seriously, I think you should go to the school hospital. Madam Pomfrey is very good at comforting people."

"I'm not kidding, Hagrid."

Harry told about Toby's strangeness that he had noticed in the Leaky Cauldron. Ron looked like he was going to refute something, but his teeth were hurt by the rock cake, and he was grinning and gasping, unable to speak .

"Oh, come on."

Hagrid waved his huge palm, creating a small whirlwind: "You think too much, Harry, Toby is a very good man, yes, a very good man."

"By the way, how is your brother Charlie?" Hagrid looked at Ron and asked, "I like him very much—he has a way with animals."

Harry suspected that Hagrid was trying to change the subject on purpose. Just as Ron was answering, he suddenly noticed a small piece of paper under the teapot warmer. It was a report cut from the "Daily Prophet".

The latest report on the Gringotts break-in incident.
It was a report about the theft of Gringotts, and Harry looked at the date and saw that it was his birthday, and Ron had also told about it on the train.

If it's just these words, forget it.

It occurred to Harry that on the same day, Professor Highmore had just appeared in the vault next to them.

"Hagrid."

Harry couldn't believe what he found, he said in a trembling voice, "Could the stolen vault be Professor Highmore?"

"Hagrid!"

There was a sudden shout from outside the window, scaring Harry to pretend nothing had happened, but his skills were still too clumsy, and Ron could tell at a glance that something was wrong with him: "What's wrong with you?"

"Hush!" Harry wanted to hide, but Hagrid had already pushed the door open.

Outside the wooden house, Toby was carrying a shovel. With the other hand, he picked up the crossbow placed at the door, and looked back and forth in front of his eyes: "Is this thing really useful? Is it too old?"

"Try it and you will know its power." Hagrid said, "But remember not to point this thing at the centaurs, they are not easy to mess with."

Toby glanced back, and Quirrell stammered, "U-U-You don't need a crossbow, a wand is enough."

"Okay then." Toby put the crossbow back. He finally saw Harry who was trying to hide himself in the room. Ron behaved completely differently from Harry. He boldly looked at Toby and found that Toby There didn't seem to be any injuries on the body, and it looked clean.

"You won?" Ron blurted out, moving his mouth faster than his head.

"Win what?" Hagrid looked at the two in confusion.

"It's nothing." Toby shook his head and said, "It's just some small conflicts between old classmates, which have been resolved smoothly."

Hagrid immediately heard that something was wrong: "Are you in trouble again?!"

"What do you mean getting into trouble again?" Toby looked at him with a strange expression: "It's just one time."

"But it's only been a week since school started!" Hagrid yelled, "Do you know how much trouble you have caused Headmaster Dumbledore? It's the first time I've seen so many owls—"

"Is this really the first time?" Toby asked suspiciously.

"Well, it's rare." Hagrid said with a slow tone, "I remember you weren't like this before, Toby."

He turned to look at Quirrell, who was frightened by the loud voice: "You too, why did you come back like this after going out once, I remember you were very smart before."

"Can you just go to the Forbidden Forest with the two of you, but don't really cause big trouble."

Quirrell was speechless, but Toby comforted him, "Don't worry, Hagrid."

He patted himself on the shoulder, and Al immediately waved the small shovel in his hand.

"Al's still here."

Hagrid smacked his mouth twice and shook his head feebly.

"Forbidden Forest?" Ron was startled: "Professor, are you going to the Forbidden Forest?"

Harry couldn't help but look at them too.

"Yes." Toby rolled his eyes, and suddenly lowered his voice and said, "But this has nothing to do with you, have you heard of the legends in the Forbidden Forest?"

"What legend?" Ron was startled by Toby's tone, but he still couldn't help asking curiously.

"It's a legend about the devil."

Ignoring the confusion on Hagrid's face, Toby said, "It is said that there is a wandering devil in the Forbidden Forest who has chopped off Professor Kettleburn's arms and legs—do you know who Professor Kettleburn is? He is your future professor of protection of magical animals, if you have time, go and see him and see how terrifying he looks."

"Hey!" Hagrid called out dissatisfied.

Toby ignored him, and continued: "Now the devil is still in the Forbidden Forest. It is rumored that he has changed his target and picked out those students who violated the school rules. He has a shovel, which is specially made by goblins. It is sharp Incomparable, one shot is a puddle of meat."

Ron froze. He pointed to the shovel on Toby's shoulder and asked, "Is this the shovel?"

"That's right, it's this one."

Toby waved the shovel twice with a grin, causing Ron to lean back in fright: "So do you know what to do?"

"What?" Ron asked palely.

"Of course I'm going back to do my ancient magic homework!"

Toby suddenly roared: "You guys still have the time to drink afternoon tea? What about the paper? Do you know that Hermione Granger has already handed in her homework, which is a full fifteen inches, three inches more than I asked for?" ! Go do your homework! Go now!"

The two of them were so frightened that they ran out of the cabin, and Hagrid yelled dissatisfiedly, "Hey!"

Toby actually drove his guests away.

"If you leave them to do their homework, I'm fine." Toby waved his hand and said, "See you later, Hagrid."

Hagrid stared at his back angrily, but Toby didn't turn his head, but said to Quirrell, "You should try this too, and be stricter, otherwise those students will never listen to you. I'm very experienced."

Quirrell didn't dare to refute. He said with a sad face: "I-I-I-will try but-but I won't need your help in a while? I can-can deal with the troll alone."

"It's no big deal." Toby said without hesitation: "Anyway, I already know the mechanism you want to set up, so I just help you out. You don't have to feel burdened by it, it's really just a matter of time, and I have other things to do."

"Wh-what's the matter?"

"Is there a need to ask? Of course it's something only archaeologists would do."

"You-you want to dig up the Forbidden Forest?"

"Don't make it so ugly, it's called archaeology, and only professional wizards can do it—hey! Quirrell! Don't run away! Hey!"

(End of this chapter)