Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 62
Accompanied by a loud bang, the monster with a big lump on its head fell down, causing the ground to tremble several times.

"It's really you, Professor Quirrell." Toby exclaimed: "Find out the weakness of the trolls, that is, their empty heads. The students will definitely be very happy to see this scene——"

As he spoke, he deliberately walked away: "It just doesn't smell very good."

Trolls are not creatures that bathe frequently.

Snape frowned and walked to Quirrell. Quirrell collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, "I-I have to rest for a while."

His face was like a pale white paper, as if he had exhausted all his magic power just now.

"That's not okay, Quirrell."

Toby helped Quirrell up: "We have to hurry up and check the Philosopher's Stone, let alone leave you here alone."

Quirrell had to let Toby drag him, and they went to the next room, where there was a table with seven bottles of different shapes on it.

No sooner had they crossed the threshold than a flame rose up behind them, sealing the door.This flame is unusual, it is purple.At the same time, black flames shot up from the door leading to the front.They're stuck in the middle.

There was a piece of parchment on the table, and Toby glanced at it. A logic puzzle was written on it.

"Severus," Toby said over his shoulder, also not in the mood to waste time on puzzles.

Snape had already taken three vials from his pocket, and he drank one himself, Quirrell the second, and only Toby hesitated for a moment.

"It's not poison," Snape said coldly.

"Of course." Although Toby said so, he still took out a straw doll from his pocket, dripped two drops of potion on the face of the doll, and drank the remaining potion only after he found that the expression was still smiling. .

"Of course, Severus."

Toby repeated, feeling the coolness gushing out of his body, it felt a bit like penetrating the body of a ghost.

"I trust you will not harm me."

Under the background of Toby's behavior, this sentence is not convincing at all.

As if to avoid embarrassment, Toby walked into the last room first, Snape followed behind him with a cold face, and Quirrell, who had regained his mobility a little, followed behind.

The Philosopher's Stone was floating in the center of the room. Toby walked over quickly, but in the middle of it, he suddenly looked back at the two of them.

Snape showed a displeased look: "What? Are you still suspicious of us?"

Quirrell was staring at the unprotected Philosopher's Stone dumbfounded, he was taken aback by Toby's look back: "So-what's the matter?"

"It's nothing."

Toby turned his head back, walked around the Philosopher's Stone twice, and finally nodded and said: "It was not transferred, nor was it stolen. It seems that it was just a false alarm."

"It's time to go back, let's go."

The three returned the same way, and Quirrell acted as if he was finally relieved.

Before the dark stairway parted, Toby apologized again for forcefully checking his wand, but Quirrell didn't have much reaction.

Only Snape stared at him closely, as if warning: "I will tell Headmaster Dumbledore about this."

Toby shook his head and said, "I'm sure he'll understand why I have to."

Snape sneered: "If he really understood, why did you come back to Hogwarts now? Look at the influence of ancient magic on you, Toby, you didn't want to check my wand unscrupulously before."

Toby couldn't answer, and Snape's warning came true.

When Toby returned to the Office of Ancient Magic, Headmaster Dumbledore was waiting for him in the room.

"Maybe I need to do a psychological evaluation for you."

Dumbledore said as soon as he opened his mouth, with scrutiny in his eyes.

Toby walked to the desk, and Al climbed onto his shoulders familiarly.

"Perhaps what you should do is help me find a veritaserum as soon as possible." Toby said, "If you don't find any suspicious people entering later, then Quirrell is obviously the most suspicious. I knew it early on. He has problems, and he is the most likely candidate for internal support."

Surprisingly, Dumbledore did not immediately deny Toby's judgment: "So do you have a clue?"

"No." Toby said frankly: "There is no scar left by Shenfeng Wuying above Quirrell's neck. He may not be a thief, but the judgment of internal response is only based on intuition, which is also the master characteristic of the black walnut wand. ——Sharp intuition and insight, I believe in my own judgment, he is at least problematic, not as timid and stuttering as he appears."

"It's a pity." Dumbledore said: "The Ministry of Magic has passed the period of using intuition to judge cases, and the wizard wars have passed. Now it is no longer that severe era, and wizards will not be judged as criminals without any basis. Death Eaters."

"And I wouldn't, Toby. Intuition isn't enough to convince me."

"Of course, Headmaster." Toby turned to face Dumbledore: "I appreciate this advantage of yours, otherwise I should have graduated early when I was in school, and I dare not stay too long in Hogwarts." It's not a pleasant thing to be watched by one of the greatest White Wizards for a long time."

"I'll take it as a compliment." After smiling slightly, Dumbledore sighed, "But I still want to warn you, Toby, the influence of ancient magic on you—"

At this time, Toby suddenly interrupted: "Ancient magic is just ancient magic, and it cannot be treated as black magic. We have discussed this issue many times, Principal. I even know what you are going to say next, That's right, Lily doesn't like black magic, and she doesn't like some ancient magic, but so what? The post that Severus applied for later was still Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and I haven't changed it. You can't change it Severus' preferences can't change mine, we're born that way, just like Lily's natural aversion to the dark arts."

Dumbledore looked at him sadly: "That's why you became like strangers later."

Toby was silent for a moment.

"But we are born that way. There are some things that even death can't change."

The memory was touched little by little, and the differences in the concept of magic caused irreparable scars among the three, which gradually accumulated until it was irreparable.

Al sat on Toby's shoulder sullenly, as if he was sad with him.

Dumbledore walked up to the huge block of ice that seemed to never melt, and cast his light blue eyes on the shadows in the ice block.

"You should already know what is frozen."

"Yes, Toby, yes. Even I have memories that I don't want to look back on again. This characteristic is not limited to you and me, wizard. All wizards are born with this."

(End of this chapter)