Archaeologists at Hogwarts

This was definitely the scariest Potions class Harry had ever taken. Even though he had only taken it once, he still thought so.

Snape was terrifyingly harsh. Any student who made a mistake would be scolded mercilessly by him. Even Draco Malfoy was no exception. He was frightened by Snape's roar.

Harry tried his best to reduce his sense of presence. He tried not to look at Snape's cut arm, and tried not to think about why he refused to suspend class for treatment.

Finally, they waited until the end of get out of class. The students almost seemed to be running away, and they did not dare to breathe in the Potions classroom.

In the process of climbing out of the underground classroom along the steps, Harry's thoughts were swirling in his head and his mood was low. He didn't know why Snape hated him so much. And Professor Hemmer, such an irritable and irritable person, ignored class time and

After fighting with Snape, he began to be unsure whether Professor Highmore was a good guy or a bad guy.

Fortunately, Hagrid had made an appointment with him for afternoon tea in advance. He decided to ask Hagrid, and Ron also wanted to go with him.

The two left the castle and walked across the grounds to Hagrid's residence. Hagrid lived in a small wooden house on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. There was a crossbow and a pair of rubber galoshes in front of the door.

"You are finally here."

Hagrid said happily and introduced Yaya to them.

They chatted for a while, and Harry started talking about Snape: "I think he hates me."

"This is impossible." Hagrid said loudly, but his eyes seemed a little evasive: "Snape has never liked any students, how could he target you?"

"What about Professor Hemmer?"

"What's wrong with Professor Hemmer? Do you think he hates you too? To be honest, I think you should go to the school hospital and have a look. Madam Pomfrey is very good at comforting people."

"I'm not kidding, Hagrid."

Harry mentioned the strange thing about Toby that he noticed in the Leaky Cauldron. Ron looked like he wanted to refute something, but his teeth hurt from the rock cake and he was grinning and gasping, unable to speak.

.

"Oh, come on."

Hagrid waved his huge palm and raised a small whirlwind: "You think too much, Harry. Toby is a very good person. Yes, he is a very good person."

"By the way, how is your brother Charlie?" Hagrid looked at Ron and asked: "I like him very much - he is very good at dealing with animals."

Harry suspected that Hagrid was deliberately changing the subject. Just as Ron was answering, he suddenly noticed a small piece of paper under the teapot's warm cover. It was a report cut from the Daily Prophet.

Latest reports on Gringotts break-in...

This was a report about the theft of Gringotts. Harry looked at the date and found that it happened to be his birthday, and Ron had also told about it on the train.

If that's all it is, forget it.

Harry suddenly remembered that on the same day, Professor Heimer happened to appear in the vault next to them.

"Hagrid..."

Harry couldn't believe what he found. He said in a trembling voice: "Could the stolen vault be Professor Hemmer..."

"Hagrid!"

Suddenly there was a shout from outside the window, which scared Harry and pretended to be nonchalant, but his skills were still too poor. Ron could tell at a glance that something was wrong with him: "What's wrong with you?"

"Shh!" Harry wanted to hide, but Hagrid had already pushed the door open.

Outside the wooden house, Toby was carrying a shovel. With his other hand, he picked up the crossbow placed at the door and looked back and forth in front of his eyes: "Is this thing really useful? Is it too old?"

"Try it and you will know its power." Hagrid said: "But remember not to point this thing at centaurs, they are not easy to mess with."

Toby glanced back, and Quirrell stammered: "U-use-no need for a crossbow, a wand is enough."

"Okay." Toby put the crossbow back. He finally saw Harry who was trying to hide himself in the room. Ron behaved completely differently from Harry. He boldly looked at Toby and found that Toby

There didn't seem to be any injuries on his body and he looked clean.

"Did you win?" Ron blurted out, his mouth moving faster than his head.

"What victory?" Hagrid looked at the two of them in confusion.

"It's nothing." Toby shook his head and said, "It's just some minor conflicts between old classmates, which have been successfully resolved."

Hagrid immediately sensed something was wrong: "Are you in trouble again?!"

"What do you mean we got into trouble again?" Toby looked at him with a strange expression: "It's just once."

"But it's only been a week since school started!" Hagrid shouted loudly: "Do you know how much trouble you have caused Principal Dumbledore? This is the first time I have seen so many owls -"

"Is this really the first time?" Toby asked suspiciously.

"Well, it's just rare." Hagrid softened his tone and said, "I remember you were not like this before, Toby."

He turned to look at Quirrell, who was frightened by the loud voice: "You too, why did you come back like this after going out once? I remember you were very smart before."

"Can you two just go to the Forbidden Forest? Don't really cause big trouble."

Quirrell was speechless, but Toby comforted him: "Don't worry, Hagrid."

He patted himself on the shoulder, and Al immediately waved the small shovel in his hand.

"Al is still here."

Hagrid smacked his mouth twice and shook his head feebly.

"Forbidden Forest?" Ron was startled: "Professor, are you going to the Forbidden Forest?"

Harry couldn't help but look at them.

"Yeah." Toby rolled his eyes, and he suddenly lowered his voice and said, "But this has nothing to do with you. Have you heard of the legend in the Forbidden Forest?"

"What legend?" Ron was frightened by Toby's tone, but he still couldn't help but asked out of curiosity.

"It's a legend about the devil."

Toby ignored the confusion on Hagrid's face and said: "It is said that there is a devil wandering around in the Forbidden Forest. He has chopped off Professor Kettleburn's arms and legs - do you know who Professor Kettleburn is?"

?He is your future Professor of Care of Magical Creatures. If you have time, you can go see him and see how scary he looks."

"Hey!" Hagrid yelled dissatisfied.

Toby ignored him and continued: "Now the devil is still in the Forbidden Forest. It is said that he has changed his target and is specifically targeting students who violate school rules. He has a shovel, which is specially made by goblins. It is sharp.

Incomparable, one shot is like a puddle of meat."

Ron was stunned. He pointed to the shovel on Toby's shoulder and asked, "Is it this shovel?"

"That's right, this is it."

Toby grinned and waved the shovel twice, scaring Ron back quickly: "So do you know what to do?"

"What to do?" Ron asked with a pale face.

"Of course I'm going back to do my homework on ancient magic!"

Toby suddenly roared: "You actually have time to drink afternoon tea? Where is the paper? Do you know that Hermione Granger has already handed in the homework, a full fifteen inches, three inches more than I asked for?"

!Go and do your homework! Go now!"

The two of them were so frightened that they ran out of the cabin. Hagrid shouted dissatisfiedly: "Hey!"

Toby actually drove his guests away.

"If you leave them to do their homework, that's fine with me." Toby waved his hand and said, "See you later, Hagrid."

Hagrid glared at his back angrily. Toby did not look back, but said to Quirrell: "You should also try this and become stricter, otherwise those students will never listen to you. Regarding this,

I am very experienced."

Quirrell didn't dare to refute, he said with a sad face: "I-I-I-will give it a try...but I won't need your help for a while, right? I can deal with the troll on my own.

"

"It's not a big deal." Toby said without hesitation: "Anyway, I already know the mechanism you are going to set up. I'm just helping you. You don't have to feel burdened by it. It's really just a convenience, and I also have other things to do.

To do.”

"W-what's the matter?"

"Do you even need to ask? Of course, this is something only archaeologists can do."

"You-you want to dig up the Forbidden Forest?"

"Don't say it so harshly, that's called archeology, and only professional wizards can do it - Hey! Quirrell! Don't run away! Hey!"