Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 387 It's been a long time

386 Long time no see

The real reason why Snape left Hogwarts was only known to few people, which made Slughorn completely unable to understand why Toby's expression changed suddenly.

"Is the dress button too tight, child? I suggest you undo the first button, so you don't have to be so formal when you eat."

"Yes, you are right, Dean"

Toby simply took off the whole dress, and casually draped it on the chair behind him, revealing the medieval-style lining carefully selected by Angela, which was also dark red.

Only the black tattoo that was revealed at his neckline flickered a little.

"Is it that hot? Let me tie the knot for you."

Angela took the initiative to put down the tableware. She leaned over and stretched out her hands to play with the two rope pendants that fell from Toby's collar. Slughorn watched this scene and sighed: "What a nice girl, tell me Look, Toby, did you come up with the idea of ​​the flower girl just now?"

Al helped stop Slughorn's inquiry, and with a guilty conscience pushed all the suspicions on Angela.

Only Toby could hear Angela whispering to herself: "Are you going to find him?"

"Why not?" Toby replied almost immediately.

Now without the cover of the long hair on his forehead, the expression on his face was undisguised in front of Angela, as ferocious as if he wanted to eat people.

Angela had to get closer to Toby's face, lest other people see this scene.

"Don't go, you promised to be my dance partner."

"Then it seems that all I can say is sorry—"

"No! Why don't you think about why Snape dared to appear swaggeringly, he clearly knows that you will know his movements!"

"It's very simple, as long as I go and ask myself, he has to ask-"

"Can't you wait any longer? Surely Snape wasn't the Slughorn who just contacted today, are you so short?"

Toby watched Angela silently without speaking.
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"Merlin, are they kissing?"

Harry turned around in surprise and asked, the table he was sitting at was full of warriors and their dance partners.

"There's no Merlin here." Hermione replied bluntly.

The other person sitting at the table, Percy, who also had a smug face, thought that Hermione didn't understand Harry's exclamation, so he planned to explain kindly: "Harry didn't mean that, he—oh, I see .”

He could see from the expression on Hermione's face that these two people were not getting along.

Harry, Krum, and Cedric exchanged a few glances silently, and they didn't speak again in a tacit understanding.

As for Fu Rong's partner, no one cared who he was, and the young man obviously didn't want others to disturb him to appreciate Fu Rong's beauty.

"Isn't there any delicious food here? I don't have an appetite just looking at it. I still have to dance in a while."

"Of course, what you said is right, and do you know how beautiful you are today?"

"It's up to you to say."

Cho tried so hard to hold back her laughter that she had to squeeze Harry's wrist so hard that she wouldn't laugh out loud.

Percy looked left and right, this was not the scene he expected to be welcomed, why didn't anyone ask himself about being an assistant to the minister?
So he simply took the initiative to say: "It's really hard work. I have been busy with the minister for nearly half a year, and I have no time to rest until today."

"Really?" Harry asked suspiciously, "Don't you need to go home for dinner?"

Percy's face hardened for a moment.

"It's true that my mother didn't allow me to move out, but it's probably coming soon. Who made me come back so late every day—even my father doesn't work overtime as much as I do."

"Then you must have made a lot of money, right?" Hermione seemed to be somewhat interested in this topic: "Is the salary of the assistant minister high?"

Even Percy's tone was unnatural this time.

"Although most of them have been taken away by my mother, they are only kept temporarily and will be returned to me when I move out-so I don't know how much my salary is."

"It sounds pitiful." Harry accidentally said what was in his heart: "Obviously Mrs. Weasley didn't intend to let you move out, otherwise why would she take away all your salary."

"It's impossible!" Percy finally became furious: "I said, can you stop holding on to this matter, I am an assistant minister now, don't you wonder what I am busy with every day? "

"What else can there be?" Cedric obviously read a lot of news: "Isn't that all reported? The reform of Azkaban—by the way, have you been to Azkaban?"

Percy suddenly became uninterested. He angrily cut the pork chops on the plate, as if he regarded it as Cedric's annoying face, and wished he could cut him to pieces.

"Looks like it's gone." Harry tried to suppress a smile like Qiu did.

"Logistics support is also very important." Percy said righteously: "Without me, the people in the ministry can't even have a meeting to discuss."

"Oh, I see." Hermione blinked: "So your job is mainly to print documents? And then help pour tea and water or something? Otherwise, it will make other people too thirsty to speak?"

"There are also meeting minutes!" Percy added as if grasping the pain points of these people: "Do you think those people can remember every word they say?"

At this time, Fleur, who finally only ordered a pudding, spoke up and said, "I didn't intend to interrupt your conversation—but why do I feel that as long as I am alone, I can complete these tasks? It doesn't sound difficult at all."

Krum looked back and forth, nodded and said in a low voice, "It sounds a bit like Durmstrang's admissions criteria."

Harry immediately added a knife: "Not only you, Hogwarts doesn't accept fools either."

Percy was too angry to eat.

"You people—!"

"Cough cough!"

Principal McGonagall suddenly coughed twice. Percy looked back and found that the principals of the three schools were all staring at him—they were sitting not far from this table.

"Who is he?" Madame Maxime frowned dissatisfiedly and said, "Whose dance partner? Why didn't he wear a dress? Or is that his dress? It's really bad taste."

Anyway, Percy came out of Hogwarts too.

Seeing that Headmaster McGonagall was about to confront the opponent again, Lockhart hurried out to smooth things over and said: "He is a very good young man. He became the assistant minister of the British Ministry of Magic right after graduation. He has a bright future, and I remember He also did well in school."

"Really?" The expression on Madam Maxim's face was a little uncertain: "This kind of kid can also be an assistant to the minister? I thought it was only Hogwarts' vision—"

She glanced at the brand-new Toby on the other side, but she still couldn't say the rest.

But Principal McGonagall was still pale with anger.

"Do you really want to make the rest of the rune horses sick too?"

"I didn't hear what you were talking about?" Madam Maxim was surprised by Mag's words.

"It just dawned on me that I'm not Dumbledore."

McGonagall stared straight at Maxim and said, "There's no need to follow his style, not to mention I have a vice-principal who will definitely be willing to serve—"

"Ladies, please do me a favor." Lockhart said bitterly, "This is the Christmas ball, and the students are watching—"

"Shut up, Lockhart!"

"It's none of your business here!"

Lockhart immediately collapsed on the seat, he felt that he had better prepare to escape as soon as possible, otherwise who knows what will happen in a while.

The meal time passed quickly, and I don't know how Principal McGonagall invited Celestina Warbeck. She is a famous singer, very famous, and Mrs. Weasley often listens to her songs on the radio.

Accompanied by the melodious singing, the warriors stood up one after another and started to lead the dance.

"Hermione, I have something to ask you."

While clumsily holding Cho on his arm, Harry circled around looking for a chance to talk to Hermione.

"It's not convenient to ask at dinner just now - but what the hell is a house-elf?"

"Oh ha, now you're interested." Hermione said sarcastically, "Thank you for your concern, but it's unnecessary now, right, Cedric?"

"Uh" Cedric's expression seemed to say when did I agree?
"Huh?" Hermione narrowed her eyes in warning.

"Of course." Cedric sighed and said, "But I still hope that you can find someone to talk to—it doesn't have to be a classmate, a professor can also be—for example, Professor Haimer? I don't know, I—wait."

He suddenly turned his head back and forth, with puzzlement written all over his face.

"Where's Professor Highmore? Why didn't he come to dance?"
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Lockhart really slipped away early, he didn't want to be caught in the dispute between the other two headmasters, and it was the first time he saw the dangers of Hogwarts without Dumbledore.

"I'd better go back to the cabin and enjoy the fire."

He walked through the crowd while muttering, but he would stop from time to time to say hello to his little book fans in a friendly way.

"I hope these two will be normal tomorrow."

After finally passing through the foyer, he took a last look at the disturbing crowd, and felt that he was not used to such an atmosphere.

He had been hiding in the crowd for so long that he almost forgot who he really was.

"It's still best to be alone."

He pushed the castle door open, and the cold wind woke him up quite a bit, and it made him realize immediately that he wasn't the only one fleeing the ball.

"Toby, what are you doing standing here? Don't tell me that you are waiting for me. I don't remember provoking you."

Toby stood alone behind the door. He had put the dress back on and looked up at the bright moon in the night sky.

"I'm waiting for a glass of wine, a glass of Gampe, but it's probably not coming. Come on."

As he spoke, he walked in the opposite direction to the gate of the castle.

Lockhart looked left and right, and after repeated confirmation several times, he sadly found that Toby was indeed saying this to himself.

"I really didn't provoke you."

He followed behind Toby with a bitter face, covering his neckline tightly with his hands to prevent more cold wind from blowing in.

"Why didn't you go to the dance? Where's Angela? Isn't she your partner?"

Toby didn't stop, he turned his back to Lockhart and said.

"I told her I was sorry."

Lockhart immediately understood the meaning of Toby's words.

"You have a heart of stone to put a beautiful lady dove at a time like this - I would say so even if you stared at me with such murderous eyes - I'm not just a writer, Still a gentleman - well, mostly I have two older sisters, and while they're both Muggles, I can't stand the thought of them being treated like this, I'm definitely going to fuck that guy up .”

Toby slowly withdrew his gaze, turned around and continued walking out.

"Do your sisters also know that you are working for Grindelwald?"

"How is it possible." Lockhart shook his head while heaving a sigh of relief in his heart, "They don't know anything, and they don't know how dangerous magic is, but they really like me as a writer-everything I write A new book will be sent to them - I know what you are going to ask, although the stories in it are true, but they don't know this and think I made it up myself."

"Maybe you should write that story too," Toby suggested.

"Let's wait and see." Lockhart sighed: "Who knows when the crisis will be resolved, and now the law of conservation of magic has been added-I don't know what will happen in the future, but I have prepared for it." They are preparing to cast the Forgetting Charm, so that they will forget me as a brother."

"Sounds really touching."

"Really? But your tone doesn't seem to be touched."

Toby's footsteps suddenly paused.

"Because that makes people weak. I can't be weak, or I'd be dead and not me when I was at Hogwarts."

Lockhart was silent for a while, probably recalling the scene he happened to see Toby teaching others in the bathroom.

"I think so too." He agreed deeply: "But, what about Al? Why didn't it come with you?"

"It went to comfort Angela."

Lockhart knew that this should be the end of this conversation, and no one should provoke the black devil at this time.

He was already praying silently for whoever Toby was going to meet next.
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Diagon Alley.

Just during the Christmas holiday, a new shop called Weasley's Wizard Wheezes appeared on this street. A shop assistant with a gloomy face, his face alone is enough to scare people away, he is really not suitable for receiving customers.

Snape came outside the store after placing the last batch of goods. Tonight was Christmas, people were having dinner with their families, and the whole street was empty.

He walked to a Christmas tree facing the gate, and looked up at the starlight on the branches, which seemed to be integrated with the stars in the night sky and could not be distinguished from each other.

It wasn't until someone called his name that he slowly turned around and looked to his left.

Lockhart had been shocked ever since he saw Snape.

And Toby, he never took his eyes off Snape's face.

"It's been a long time."

He said.
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Author's Note: There is another story about this dance between Toby and Angela.

(End of this chapter)