Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Slughorn readily agreed to Toby's request. He didn't say when he would prepare the elixir, but at the end he mysteriously told Toby that if he was lucky enough, he would get an unexpected gift.

Christmas gift.

To express his gratitude, Toby also said before leaving that he would give special thanks to Slughorn for his help in future books.

Slughorn felt extremely benefited from this. He had already heard all about Toby's experience in Loch Ness, and he knew very well that Toby's new book would definitely be a better seller than "Ancient Magic" and might even become a Hogwarts book.

new textbooks.

When his name appears on the textbooks, it will more or less make up for Slughorn's regret of early retirement. At least many students will know that he still exists as a former professor.

Toby did not return to Hogwarts directly. He grabbed a handful of floo powder, borrowed the fireplace in Slughorn's house, and disappeared in the green flames.

Central London.

Toby stepped out of the car. He was now dressed just like a Muggle. He was wearing a thin Hawaiian shirt, like a company employee who had just returned from vacation.

As an archaeologist who needs to run around, quickly integrating into the Muggle world is a necessary skill.

Al was hanging sideways on his body, and people who didn't know why thought it was some kind of special pet backpack. When Toby took out the coins from Sniff's belly pocket, they were even more sure of this.

Only Al scratched his claws hard. He stared at the disappearing coins and pinched Toby until his flesh hurt.

Toby came to a wide street lined with various shops. He walked to an old-fashioned red brick department store called Taotao Co., Ltd. It looked dilapidated and deserted, with only a few broken dummies in the window.

Wearing wigs crookedly, with different postures, and wearing clothes from at least ten years ago. A big sign saying "Closed for Renovation" is hung on the dusty door.

"I came to visit a friend."

Toby whispered to the dummy.

The dummy came to life. It nodded slightly and moved its connected fingers.

Toby went straight through the glass and disappeared into the street. No one noticed that a big living person was missing.

He came to a crowded waiting room, where rows of witches and wizards sat on rickety wooden chairs. Some looked normal, reading issues of Wizarding Weekly, while others had horrific deformities, such as long hair.

The elephant has an extra hand on its trunk or chest, etc.

The patients here are very strange. A sweating witch in the middle of the front row is fanning a copy of the Daily Prophet, making a sharp whistle and spitting steam. A slovenly wizard in the corner moves like a clock.

There was such a clanging sound that his head shook horribly with every sound, and he had to grab his ears to steady it.

"Hey you!"

A therapist in green robes suddenly came over, with a badge embroidered on his chest: a wand and a cross made of bones.

The healer pointed at Toby's shoulder and said: "How could you bring Niffler into St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Magical Maladies? There are patients everywhere here."

"This is a misunderstanding." Toby said calmly: "This is not a sniff, it is just a decoration that can make me look special and extra popular when dating girls."

Al immediately became motionless and stopped even moving his eyes.

"Really?" The therapist stretched out a finger suspiciously and poked at Al: "Then why is it so soft?"

Toby slapped the therapist's finger off at once: "Be careful, this decoration is very expensive, otherwise how could it be liked by girls?"

The therapist did not let down his guard. He pulled out a gleaming pocket watch and waved it back and forth in front of Al.

Al's back was soaked with cold sweat, and his body was trembling involuntarily. Only Toby could feel the urgency in Al's heart.

"All right."

The therapist finally put away the pocket watch. Before letting Toby go, he hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help asking: "Is it really popular with girls? Can you tell me where you bought it?

?”

Toby took one look at the miserable therapist and dismissed him with an Egyptian veil bar.

I hope Wei Qi will like this gift.

Toby came to the table marked "Information Desk". A thin blond witch sat behind the table. The wall behind her was covered with notices and posters, such as cleaning the crucible to prevent potions from turning into poisons, and antidotes not to be used indiscriminately.

Must be approved by a qualified therapist.

There is also a large portrait of a witch with long silver curls hanging down, with the inscription:

【Dalys Derwent】

[St. Mungo’s Healer (1722-1741)]

[Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (1741-1768)]

Toby had seen her portrait in the principal's office. He saw Delis waving to him, so he walked over quietly.

"Why don't you go back to school?" Delis asked in a low voice: "School will start in a few days, and Dumbledore is looking for you everywhere - Snape is going crazy, and he has made a mess in your office.

"

"Severus is so enthusiastic."

Toby whispered back: "Right away, I will go back tonight and ask the principal to prepare a thank you gift for me in advance."

"Thank you?" Delise asked in confusion: "What kind of thank you?"

Toby didn't answer. He walked back to the information desk, asked a few words in a low voice, and then walked up the stairs without looking back.

As if in the blink of an eye, Toby's body suddenly changed, so fast that the therapist in the portrait could not even see clearly - his shirt turned into a green witch robe, and the therapist's badge was also embroidered on his chest.

, no different from a therapist in a hospital. His long hair hung down, covering his face.

Al hid in the witch's robe and dozed lazily.

Toby walked through the double doors, ignoring the portrait of the ferocious-looking therapist hanging on the wall.

He walked quickly and finally stopped in front of the double doors marked Spell Damage Department on the fifth floor.

He pushed open the door and walked in with such precise aim that no one knew he was a fake therapist. They only thought he was a new intern.

"The Alaho Cave is open."

He opened the door to the long-stay ward. It was more like a patient's home, and there were more personal belongings around the bed.

There was a man lying on the hospital bed near the door. He was holding a book in his hand. His mind was almost stuck in it and he refused to put it down.

Opposite him was a woman with a face covered with scales. She was constantly blowing out a faint stream of cigarette ash from her nostrils. Whenever she yawned, she had to rush her head to the ceiling to prevent the sheets from being ignited by the flames she spit out.

There was a groaning man lying on the hospital bed next to him. He would spit out a bubble from his mouth without making a single sound. At this time, the woman opposite him would pop the bubble with her tail, looking very excited.

.

The two beds at the other end of the ward are surrounded by flower curtains to give patients and visitors some privacy.

Toby walked over, and by chance the curtain was opened, and out came a terrifying old witch, wearing a green robe and moth-eaten fox fur, and a pointed hat apparently decorated with a stuffed vulture.

Behind her followed a sullen little boy with a round face.

"Mrs. Longbottom."

Toby suddenly walked up and said, he deliberately lowered his voice: "There are some things that you need to go to the first floor to handle extra."

"What happened?" Mrs. Longbottom had no doubts. She immediately asked, "Is it related to the couple?"

Toby nodded: "I'm afraid yes, madam, please go there as soon as possible."

Mrs. Longbottom hurriedly left the ward, holding Neville's arm tightly.

"If you don't mind," Toby said behind her, "I can help you take care of the Longbottoms' children. Anyway, you will be back soon."

Mrs. Longbottom thanked her, asked Neville to stay in the ward obediently, and then walked away alone.

"call--"

Toby breathed a sigh of relief. He pushed his hair back and showed a big smile to Neville: "Fortunately, I pretended to be a therapist in advance. I really have the foresight."

Neville's eyes widened and his lips trembled.

He was stunned.