Archaeologists at Hogwarts

"Come in, Severus."

"I am willing to do this, provided that the coward standing in front of me is driven away."

"Oh, respected Mr. Death Eater, of course I am willing to make way for you, as long as you say a word, no matter what it is, respected Mr. Death Eater."

"Am I right? Gentlemen, are you pointing your wands at each other? Oh, and Mr. Al's small shovel. Let me remind you, this is the principal's office. Now, everyone puts down their wands and shovels.

No exception."

The two men put down their wands and stared at each other.

Toby did not move aside.

"It seems that your injury is healed." He said, glancing at Snape's arm: "Why, can the continued pain alleviate the guilt in your heart? If this method is feasible, I don't mind adding more pain to you.

More injuries."

Snape replied coldly: "Try it, if you can do it."

Dumbledore behind the desk sighed softly.

He didn't say a word, didn't do anything.

But Toby still moved his body away silently.

"Okay, Principal."

Toby turned around and said: "I hope I am not included in the next conversation. You are not trying to mediate the conflict between Severus and me. The relationship between the two of us is good.

"

He hugged Snape's neck regardless and continued to whisper to him: "Quickly, laugh out loud for me, even if it's just pretending. Don't let me get hurt when you're being punished. I'm really suffering."

It’s enough to be called into the office and lectured.”

Toby smiled naturally at Dumbledore.

The corners of Snape's mouth also twisted into a sneer.

"Then I can't miss it." His tone was full of sarcasm: "It's been a long time since I saw you bow your head and admit your mistake in front of the principal. Don't let me down this time, Toby."

Snape pushed Toby hard on the back and pushed him directly to his original seat in the office, then walked in and closed the door hard.

Toby stared at Snape with a gloomy expression.

Snape was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic. He leaned against the door frame leisurely, with a mixture of sneer and gloating in his eyes.

Dumbledore still didn't speak. He conjured a chair next to Toby's seat, and then pointed at the empty chair.

Snape's expression was no longer so carefree, and Toby raised his eyebrows instead.

After Snape also sat down with a cold face, Dumbledore finally spoke.

"I heard from Severus that you forcibly called the Slytherin Quidditch players to the office and forced them to finish their homework before leaving."

He didn't look at anyone when he said these words, but just helped Fox clean up his feathers.

Toby glanced sideways at Snape: "How come I didn't know you were so complaining when I was in school? Now I finally know I should do this."

Snape's eyes looked a little cold: "This is none of your business, Toby. But I strongly suspect that you are waiting for an opportunity to prevent Slytherin House from winning the seventh Academy Cup, and you are also preventing Slytherin from playing Quidditch.

The team won the Quidditch Cup."

"It's none of my business?" Toby completely ignored the second half of the sentence. All his attention was focused on the first sentence: "I originally thought you just couldn't see your heart clearly, but now you can't even see the facts.

Are you starting to make it up? Can you say again that this is none of my business? Tell me?"

Snape stared at Toby closely, and finally he just snorted coldly.

Dumbledore tapped the table twice with his fingers.

"Oh, Principal."

Toby then looked at Dumbledore: "As for forcing them to do homework, I think it is very necessary. Do you know that there is a student named Marcus Flint in Slytherin House? I

I just thought he looked like a troll before, but what I didn’t expect was that his brain was more like a troll. When I was helping him with his homework, I almost couldn’t help but beat him to death.”

Toby also added emphatically: "I'm not kidding, it was really close. Fortunately, Al hid my shovel in time. It is the most convenient weapon I use, second only to my wand. But you know

, the wand will leave traces when casting a spell, so——"

He finally spread his hands and said, "You can guess how long he can live."

Dumbledore had already started feeding Fawkes, but he didn't seem to hear anything.

Snape's eyes looked like he was meeting Toby for the first time, and he mocked mercilessly: "So, you are still an extremely responsible professor? You didn't show this when you were in school.

At that time, you were dismissive of the poor students. Don't rush to deny it. I know how you looked at those people. It was exactly the same as Professor Slughorn. What happened to you now? You suddenly decided to take responsibility for the poor students.

Already?"

Toby did not back down and said: "If you are referring to the ancient magic class, yes, Severus. In my class, there is absolutely no room for poor students. This is ancient magic, not playing house.

If you're careful, you risk losing your life, and I don't want to be held responsible for killing students."

Then he added leisurely: "A criminal record will affect my overseas travel, and it will be very detrimental to the investigation of a wider range of ancient ruins. After all, there is no way to calm down and focus on archeology while escaping from pursuit."

"Of course, other than that, I'm just imitating the principal's teaching style."

"My teaching method?" Dumbledore was already cleaning the dust accumulated on the bookshelf. He turned his back to Toby and said: "I don't remember that I taught you in person, Toby. When you entered school

I'm already the Headmaster of Hogwarts."

"Of course I know that."

Toby said in an indifferent tone: "But even I can guess that if you want to be the principal of Hogwarts, you must at least have no shortcomings in the courses you are responsible for - for example, you must not have a failing grade.

A poor student."

Dumbledore's movements paused slightly, and Snape frowned tightly.

"If I heard you correctly..." Snape narrowed his eyes: "You mean you want to be the future headmaster of Hogwarts?"

It was as if he heard some joke.

But Toby's tone was serious and scary.

"If I don't do this, how can I conduct archeology unscrupulously in Hogwarts? When I become the principal, no one will be able to stop me."

"nobody!"

Toby left the principal's office with a bulge on his forehead. Al lay crookedly on the flying carpet with a small bulge on his head.

"Yeah! Yeah!"

"Al, you're right. The principal is really too much! How could he beat the students with his own hands? Oh no, it's a professor in the school!"

"He's really gone too far!"

In the principal's office, the corner of Snape's mouth was about to go up to heaven. He said with satisfaction: "If you had said that you would teach him a lesson, I would not have voted against it. I hope this will become Hogwarts."

It’s a routine that I will come to every time.”

Dumbledore was reading a book called "Transfiguration Today". He didn't look angry at all. Instead, he responded with a smile: "I remember you suggested this before, when you two were young."

The sneer on Snape's face froze, and he was obviously reluctant to bring up the topic of the past.

"Is there anything else?"

He asked in a stiff tone, already planning to leave.

Dumbledore turned the page of the magazine: "Watch Quirrell, okay?"

Snape changed his expression to a gloomy one and was silent for a while.

"I thought you would let Toby handle this matter. Didn't he come back specifically to help?"

"Not exactly. I told you before that Toby has never changed. I believe you can understand that this is not a completely good thing."

"Indeed."

Snape replied: "After all, he is a Slytherin."

"A wizard who will be favored by pure blood even if he doesn't care about his bloodline."