Archaeologists at Hogwarts

In the end, Toby still failed to sit next to Snape as he wished, and neither did Quirrell, but the two people sat together. Only Toby was placed on the left side of Dumbledore, far away from them.

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"Isn't this good, principal?"

Toby wanted to refuse at first: "I'm just a new professor, not even the dean of the college. I can't afford your attention."

Dumbledore smiled and said nothing, but his palm on Toby's shoulder was extra hard, and the strength was surprisingly strong.

On the other side of Toby sat Professor Flitwick, with a pile of thick cushions folded under his butt so that he could reach the height of the dining table.

Before the students came in, Professor Flitwick was thoughtfully conjuring a small chair for Al so that he could sit on the dining table.

"Oh, are these Bibi's all-flavored beans?"

Flitwick accepted Al's thanks and threw the multi-flavor beans into his mouth: "Luckily, they are pear-flavored."

Then Al took out a red bean with a suspicious color and waved it vigorously in front of Toby's eyes.

"Don't think I'll be fooled."

Toby grabbed the beans with all his strength and stuffed them into Al's mouth without hesitation. It was so spicy that it spurted out a small ball of flame.

"I knew it was the devil's pepper." Toby said proudly.

Dumbledore helplessly conjured up a glass of ice milk, and Al picked up the glass and took a swig.

"Quiet, Toby."

They all heard the sound of carriages coming from the castle gate, followed by Wuyang Wuyang's footsteps and chatter.

As if something suddenly happened, a large number of students suddenly poured in from the auditorium door. They had all changed into their school uniforms and robes. They were old students. They all knew which direction their respective dean's desks were and took their seats.

A tall and lanky boy stood up in the direction of Gryffindor. He was trying to maintain order and make the students' comments quieter. Unfortunately, no one listened to him. Instead, he was ignored by two red-haired brothers who were passing by and looked exactly the same.

Pressed on the seat, he almost fell over with his back turned.

The student also had red hair. His face flushed and he angrily scolded the culprit. But the two brothers were just laughing and joking and couldn't listen to what he was saying.

"Hey, George, do you think that's the new professor? He also has a Niffler. We should get a Niffler too. This is much cooler than blowing up the toilet."

"I reserve my opinion on that, Fred. Of course we can get a Niffler and blow up the toilet."

"Don't blow up the toilet!" Percy said: "Mom warned you! I will keep an eye on you too!"

"Are we the ones you should keep an eye on—"

"Isn't it your dear prefect badge?"

The gold-red badge with the word "P" appeared in the hands of the twins at some point. They tossed it around and played with it for a while. Then Percy took it away, wiped it carefully, and then pinned it on the chest of the wizard's robe.

superior.

"Shut up!" he shouted: "Don't let it happen again!"

Toby at the teacher's desk whispered to Dumbledore: "Speaking of which, Headmaster, why have you always refused to let me be a prefect? ​​My grades are not worse than Remus Lupin, and even Lily was later

Became the student union president."

Dumbledore glanced at Toby: "The reason is simple, because I think you have enough enemies, and there is no need to expand it to more grades of Slytherin students."

Toby coughed twice in embarrassment. He suddenly became interested in a student who looked like a troll on the Slytherin table: "Quirrell should like him."

Marcus Flint, a sixth-grade student, felt a chill in his heart for no reason, feeling as if he was going to be unlucky.

After the old students sat for a while, the freshmen finally walked into the auditorium under the leadership of Professor McGonagall, with expressions of confusion, fear and awe on their faces.

Toby saw Harry Potter at a glance. He was standing behind a boy with light brown hair, and behind him was another boy with red hair.

In addition, Toby also saw Neville, and he smiled encouragingly at Neville. He didn't know if Neville had bought a wand of his own.

But Neville looked like he wanted to say something to him, and quietly pointed his finger at a new girl with thick brown hair.

Toby looked in the direction he was pointing and found the girl staring closely at him. He frowned in confusion and quietly leaned towards Dumbledore. As a result, the girl's eyes were also following his direction.

His position moves.

"Sit back quickly."

Dumbledore maintained his smile and made a sound through his teeth.

Toby immediately moved back to his original position and looked at the girl curiously.

But what he was more curious about was the expression on Snape's face at this time, wanting to see how he would react in front of Harry Potter.

Unsurprisingly——

Toby withdrew his head from poking his head back, looking really bitter and resentful, wishing he could eat Harry.

Harry looks so much like James, except for his green eyes.

Many students noticed this new professor who didn't understand the rules. How could he move around like this?

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall was able to save the face of Hogwarts in time. She gently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-year students, and the Sorting Hat was placed on it.

Everyone was staring at the hat, and the freshmen also looked over. Then, the hat twisted and cracked a wide slit, like a mouth, and sang.

【You may think I am not pretty,】

【But never judge a book by its appearance,】

【If you can find a more beautiful hat than mine,】

【I can eat myself.】

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When the song ended, the audience burst into applause. Hat bowed to the four dining tables one by one, and then stood still.

Under the cover of applause, Toby asked Dumbledore: "Headmaster, I have been curious about a question - who taught the Sorting Hat to sing in the first place, was it Godric Gryffindor? Yes.

Is singing a bonus for being sorted into Gryffindor?"

Then he was horrified to see that Dumbledore nodded seriously: "Even if you can't sing, you must at least know how to appreciate music. You will see it later."

Immediately afterwards, the branching officially began.

Professor McGonagall took a few steps forward, holding a roll of parchment in her hand.

"Whoever's name I call now will put on his hat, sit on the stool, and wait for the sorting." She said, "Hannah Abbott!"

A little girl with a rosy complexion and two golden braids walked out of the queue. She put the sorting hat on her head and was sorted into Hufflepuff House.

Toby clapped along with Dumbledore. Even if some students were assigned to other houses, he did not hesitate to applaud.

Al sat on his small chair, deliberately pretending to be serious, crossed his arms, and nodded incomprehensively every time a student was sorted, as if to express his affirmation of the result of the sorting hat.

At the same time, Toby was pleased to see that Neville was sorted into Gryffindor House, and so was the little girl staring at him. He also knew the other person's name - Hermione Granger.

When they were almost at the end of the line, Professor McGonagall finally shouted: "Harry Potter."

Everyone was looking at Harry, and everyone was looking up, trying to see what he looked like.

The sorting hat was placed on his head, he waited for a while, and finally shouted: "Gryffindor!"

Toby watched Harry stumble towards the long table of Gryffindor House. He clapped his hands twice and said regretfully: "It seems that there will be no sorting problem this year. Unfortunately, Harry was not sorted either."

Slytherin. I really want to see his life under Severus, it will be interesting-"

Before he could finish his words, the sorting ceremony was completely over. Dumbledore stood up without warning, making Toby raise his eyebrows in fright.

"Welcome!"

he said, his voice echoing throughout the auditorium.

"Welcome everyone to Hogwarts to start the new school year! Before the banquet begins, I would like to say a few words. That is -"

After saying this, he suddenly paused, and then continued with an extremely sincere tone: "I hope you can have a happy time at Hogwarts, no matter who you are."

He sat down again and announced the start of the dinner.

Toby filled a large spoonful of mashed potatoes, and he deliberately pretended to be disgusted: "I hope you didn't include me in what you just said. Principal, I have graduated a long time ago and am no longer a student."

Dumbledore took the spoon and showed a gentle smile: "But as the headmaster of Hogwarts, it doesn't make any difference to me."

Toby pretended not to hear, and patted Al's back gently.

It choked on a pea.