Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 4 Quirrell
On the street full of people coming and going, Harry had a look of apprehension, and there was still a little bit of disbelief left on it.He felt like he was in a dream these few days, a large group of owls suddenly appeared, and then the little giant in front of him, he was actually some weird wizard!

Vaguely, Harry felt as if his dream had come true, could he get rid of the Vernon family by becoming a wizard?

If this was a dream, then Harry wished he never woke up.

"We have arrived."

Hagrid stopped. He stood in front of a small, dirty pub. Harry was surprised to find that no passerby seemed to see the pub.

"The Leaky Cauldron." Hagrid introduced, "This is a very famous bar, but you have to remember that even in the wizarding world, minors are not allowed to drink alcohol, unless you have giant blood."

Harry thought Hagrid was just trying to excuse himself, but he decided it was best not to say it.

"Let's go."

Hagrid smiled and pushed Harry into the bar, but as a well-known place, it was too dark and dirty here. Several old women were sitting in the corner drinking sherry with small glasses, and one of them was smoking a long stick. cigarette pouch.A little man in a top hat was talking to the barkeeper, whose hair was almost bare and who looked like a blunted walnut.

There was also a guest with long hair, black hair hanging down from the sides, blocking his face, making it impossible to see what he looked like.

Harry inexplicably felt that the other party was staring at him, which made him feel a little uneasy and frightened, and he felt a sense of being watched for no reason.

As soon as Hagrid entered the bar, many people greeted him, but Harry noticed that the man did not do so. He was slowly drinking a glass of transparent drink, and there seemed to be some small animals eating on the table.

Harry tried not to let himself think of weird breeds, and messenger owls were weird enough.

The barkeep picked up a glass and said, "As usual, Hagrid?"

"No, Tom, I'm doing some errands for Hogwarts." Hagrid patted the barkeeper on the shoulder with his huge palm, almost pinning him down.

"My God," said the barkeeper, looking carefully at Harry, "this is—is this—"

The Leaky Cauldron was silent for a while.

"Alas!" whispered the barman, "Harry Potter—with all due respect."

It seemed that in an instant, many people greeted Harry warmly, with reverence in their eyes and tears in their eyes, as if everyone knew him.

Harry didn't know what to say, his arm hadn't been lowered since it was raised, and several people were still greeting him repeatedly, which was really inexplicable, and it was completely unimaginable compared to when he was in the Vernon family , does his cousin Dudley know how popular he is?
If he knew, would he dare to bully himself like that?

Toby didn't get up, and didn't move. He just watched the scene from a distance, watched Lily and James' children from a distance, and also saw the lightning scar on Harry's forehead.

Without this scar, would the wizarding world still regard Harry as the savior who defeated Voldemort?
Such an idea suddenly popped up in Toby's mind.

Maybe.

Voldemort was defeated, and the wizarding world needed a hero, even if it was just a newborn baby.

It's just that from Harry's attire, he doesn't seem to be having a good time these years.

Toby was no stranger to Harry's style of clothing, all of them were ill-fitting. He himself had worn these cheap clothes when he was a child. They were durable and only needed to buy one to wear them for many years.

At this moment, a pale young man walked around Toby and came up to Harry, looking very nervous, with one eye twitching.

"Professor Quirrell!" said Hagrid. "Harry, Professor Quirrell is one of your teachers at Hogwarts."

"Bo-bo-Potter," stammered Professor Quirrell, taking Harry's hand, "so-delighted to see you."

"What kind of magic do you teach, Professor Quirrell?"

"Black-black-defense against the Dark Arts," said Professor Quirrell incoherently, as if he thought it better not to mention it, "you don't need to learn it anymore, do you, bo-bo —Mr Potter?" He laughed nervously.

Toby set his eyes on Quirrell, and since he noticed Quirrell, he hasn't looked away.

The crowd gathered was getting bigger and bigger, Hagrid had to raise his voice and said, "It's time to go, there's still a lot of things to buy. Let's go, Harry."

Hagrid led Harry across the bar and out into the small walled courtyard, where he disappeared from sight.

Quirrell walked back to his seat cautiously, he looked really timid.

"Professor Quirrell?"

A voice suddenly sounded, startling Quirrell.

He turned his head and saw a man with curly hair, his eyes were hidden behind the hair, and the blurred vision made the man look erratic and full of uncertain threats.

"You-you are?" Quirrell asked hesitantly, he didn't know each other, and he had never seen this guest.

"Hello."

Toby smiled broadly. He brushed his hair back with the palm of his hand, exposing his angular face, looking very kind and handsome.

"I'm also a new professor at Hogwarts, an archaeologist, Toby Highmore—this is your seat? Since we are already future colleagues, why don't we have a good chat."

Before Quirrell refused, Toby had already picked up the lemonade and walked to the empty seat at Quirrell's table.Sniff Al was so self-conscious that he asked Toby to carry the plate for him so he could continue enjoying Bibi's Spicy Beans.

Quirrell was stunned. He vaguely felt that something was wrong with the other party, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"That-that's fine." Quirrell stammered, he just wanted to check out and leave.

But Toby obviously didn't think so. He asked enthusiastically, "Are you a new professor?"

Quirrell shook his head: "I-I used to teach Muggle studies, yes-yes-the subject that was only changed this year, black art-defense."

Toby said happily: "That's great, I'm in charge of teaching ancient magic."

"Ancient magic?" Quirrell stopped stuttering: "Does Hogwarts have this course? Why don't I remember that I have learned it."

"Of course not." Toby shook his head and said, "As an archaeologist, I don't have many choices. Ancient magic is the most suitable course for me. This is the result of my hard work, otherwise I would just Can teach Defense Against the Dark Arts."

When he said this, Toby was still looking at Quirrell with a look of death.

Quirrell deeply understands this, even if he is not looking at a dead person, he must be looking at some unlucky guy.

He is that unlucky guy.

"What's wrong with black-black-defense against the dark arts?" Quirrell asked anxiously.

"Hey" Toby sighed deeply, as if he was sorry for Quirrell in advance.

"You really don't know?" Toby deliberately lowered his voice and asked, "You should also have graduated from Hogwarts, right?"

Quirrell nodded quickly.

"Then you should be clear." Toby said puzzledly: "Seven school years, seven professors have been changed, don't you think there is something wrong with it?"

Quirrell opened his eyes wide in horror: "Wh-what's wrong?!"

Toby's voice suddenly became lower: "Defense Against the Dark Arts class, this class is cursed, and every professor will die!"

"Wh-what?!" Quirrell screamed out in shock, attracting the attention of many guests.

"Keep your voice down." Toby quickly stopped: "We are future professors, how can we wantonly spread negative news about the school on such an occasion, which will affect the number of enrollment."

Quirrell couldn't hear what Toby was saying at all, his face turned pale, and a large amount of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"No-no!" Quirrell finally reacted: "I-when I was in school, there was no news of the death of the professor at all!"

"Of course not everyone is like this." Toby said calmly: "But at least it will be unlucky for a while, and it will be very bad luck. If you can't bear it, then--"

He tilted his neck and stuck out his tongue.

"It's a terrible death."

"I, I." Quirrell suddenly became extremely flustered. He stood up, but couldn't even finish his sentence. He held back for a long time before he said: "I have to go!"

He hurriedly took out a few Sickles, ran out of the Leaky Cauldron without looking back, tripped over the threshold and almost fell.

Toby stared at his back silently, and the hair that had been brushed to the back of his head drooped again to block his eyes.

Sniffing and croaking twice, Toby seemed to be answering, and seemed to be talking to himself: "From Quirrell, I feel a strong threat. You know, Al, this is one of the few times I have You have a lot of divination talents, and we have successfully escaped many times in the process of exploring the ruins."

"This time, maybe it's no exception."

"Professor Quirrell."

Toby thought carefully about Quirrell's ordinary, even cowardly behavior.

He concluded by saying:
"Excellent acting skills."

"The guy who dares to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts—it really is not easy!"

(End of this chapter)