Archaeologists at Hogwarts

On the crowded street, Harry's face was uneasy, and there was still a bit of disbelief on it. He felt like he was dreaming these past few days. A large group of owls suddenly appeared, and then the little giant in front of him.

, he is actually some weird wizard!

Vaguely, Harry felt as if his dream had come true. Can he get rid of the Vernon family by becoming a wizard?

If this was a dream, then Harry really hoped he would never wake up.

"Here we are."

Hagrid stopped and stood in front of a small, dirty bar. Harry was surprised to find that no passers-by seemed to be able to see the bar.

"The Leaky Cauldron." Hagrid introduced: "This is a very famous bar, but you have to remember that even in the magical world, minors are not allowed to drink, unless you have giant blood."

Harry felt that Hagrid was just trying to excuse himself, but he decided not to say this.

"let's go."

Hagrid smiled and pushed Harry into the bar, but as a famous place, it was too dark and dirty. Several old women were sitting in the corner of the room drinking sherry from small glasses, and one of them was smoking a long rod.

Cigarette pouch. A little man wearing a top hat was chatting with the bar owner who had almost all his hair removed and looked like a shriveled walnut.

There was also a guest with long hair. His black hair hung down from both sides and was blocked in front of his face, making it difficult to see what he looked like.

Harry inexplicably felt that the other person was staring at him, which made him feel a little uneasy and scared, and he felt like he was being watched.

As soon as Hagrid entered the bar, many people were greeting him, but Harry noticed that the man did not do so. He was slowly drinking a transparent drink, and there seemed to be some small animals eating on the table.

Harry tried not to think about weird species. An owl that could deliver letters was weird enough.

The barkeeper picked up a cup and said: "As usual, Hagrid?"

"No, Tom, I'm running errands for Hogwarts." Hagrid patted the bar owner on the shoulder with his huge palm, almost knocking him down.

"Oh my God," the barkeeper said, looking at Harry carefully, "is this - could this be -"

There was a sudden silence in the Leaky Cauldron.

"Oh!" whispered the barkeeper, "Harry Potter - such a pleasure."

It seemed that just in an instant, many people greeted Harry enthusiastically, with reverence in their eyes and tears in their eyes with excitement. It seemed that everyone knew him.

Harry didn't know what to say. He never lowered his arm since he raised it. Several people were still greeting him repeatedly. This was really baffling and completely unimaginable compared to when he was at the Vernon family.

, does his cousin Dudley know he is so popular?

If he knew, would he still dare to bully him like that?

Toby did not get up or move. He just watched this scene from a distance, watching Lily and James' children from a distance, and also saw the lightning scar on Harry's forehead.

Without this scar, would the wizarding world still regard Harry as the savior who defeated Voldemort...

An idea suddenly appeared in Toby's mind.

Maybe.

Voldemort has been defeated, and the wizarding world needs a hero, even if it's just a newborn baby.

It's just that from the way Harry is dressed, it seems that he has not been having a good time these past few years.

Toby was no stranger to the style of Harry's clothes, which were all ill-fitting. He himself wore cheap clothes like this when he was a child. They were strong and durable, and he only needed to buy one piece to last him for many years.

At this time, a pale young man walked around Toby and walked up to Harry. He looked very nervous and one eye was twitching.

"Professor Quirrell!" Hagrid said, "Harry, Professor Quirrell is one of your teachers at Hogwarts."

"Po-po-Potter," Professor Quirrell stammered, grabbing Harry's hand, "I'm unspeakably happy to see you."

"What kind of magic do you teach, Professor Quirrell?"

"Dark-dark-dark magic defense." Professor Quirrell said vaguely, as if he thought it was better not to mention it. "You don't need to learn this anymore, do you, P-P?"

"Mr. Potter?" He laughed nervously.

Toby set his eyes on Quirrell, and never took his eyes away from him since he noticed him.

As the crowd gathered more and more, Hagrid had to raise his voice and said: "It's time to go, there are still a lot of things to buy. Let's go, Harry."

Hagrid led Harry through the bar and into the small courtyard surrounded by walls, and disappeared from everyone's eyes.

Quirrell carefully walked back to his seat. He looked very timid indeed.

"Professor Quirrell?"

A voice suddenly sounded, startling Quirrell.

He turned around and saw a man with curly hair. His eyes were blocked behind his hair. The blurred vision made the man look uncertain and full of uncertain threats.

"Who are you?" Quirrell asked hesitantly. He didn't know the other person and had never seen this guest before.

"Hello."

Toby showed a big smile and pushed his hair behind his head with his palms, revealing his angular face, which looked very kind and handsome.

"I am also the new professor at Hogwarts, an archaeologist, Toby Highmore - this is your seat? Since we are already future colleagues, let's have a good chat."

Before Quirrell could refuse, Toby had already picked up the lemonade and walked to the empty seat at Quirrell's table to sit down. Sniffing Al was very conscious and asked Toby to carry the plate over to him so that he could continue to enjoy Bibi.

Multi-flavor beans.

Quirrell was stunned. He vaguely felt that something was wrong with the other party, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Okay then." Quirrell stammered. He just wanted to pay and leave quickly.

But Toby obviously didn't think so. He asked enthusiastically: "Are you the new professor?"

Quirrell shook his head: "I-I used to teach Muggle Studies, which is a subject that was changed this year, Defense Against the Dark Arts."

Toby said happily: "That's great. I'm responsible for teaching a lesson on ancient magic."

"Ancient magic?" Quirrell stopped stammering: "Is there such a course at Hogwarts? Why don't I remember that I have learned it?"

"Of course not." Toby shook his head and said: "As an archaeologist, I don't have many choices. Ancient magic is the most suitable course for me. This is the result of my hard work, otherwise I would just

Can teach Defense Against the Dark Arts classes."

When he said this, Toby looked at Quirrell with a dead look in his eyes.

Quirrell realized this deeply. Even if he was not looking at a dead person, he was definitely looking at some unlucky person.

He is the unlucky guy.

"What happened to Defense Against the Dark Arts?" Quirrell asked anxiously.

"Alas..." Toby sighed deeply, as if he was feeling sorry for Quirrell in advance.

"You really don't know?" Toby deliberately lowered his voice and asked, "You must have graduated from Hogwarts, right?"

Quirrell nodded quickly.

"Then you should know." Toby said in confusion: "In seven academic years, seven professors have been changed. Don't you think there is something wrong with this?"

Quirrell opened his eyes in horror: "W-what's wrong?!"

Toby's voice suddenly became even lower: "Defense Against the Dark Arts, this course is cursed, and every professor must die!"

"Wha-what?!" Quirrell was frightened and screamed, attracting the attention of many guests.

"Keep your voice down." Toby quickly stopped him: "We are future professors. How can we wantonly publicize negative news about the school on such an occasion? This will affect the number of enrollment."

Quirrell couldn't hear what Toby was saying at all. His face turned pale and there was a large amount of sweat on his forehead.

"No-no!" Quirrell finally reacted: "When I-I was at school, there was no news of the professor's death at all!"

"Of course not everyone is like this." Toby said calmly: "But at least you will be unlucky for a while. It will be very bad. If you can't bear it, just-"

He tilted his neck and stuck out his tongue.

"It's too bad to die."

"I...I..." Quirrell suddenly became extremely panicked. He stood up, but couldn't even finish his words. He held it in for a long time before he finally said one sentence: "I have to

gone!"

He hurriedly took out a few silver coins and ran out of the Leaky Cauldron without looking back, tripping over the threshold and almost falling.

Toby stared at his back silently, and the hair that had been pushed back to the back of his head fell down again, blocking his eyes.

Xiu Xiu chirped twice, and Toby seemed to be answering or talking to himself: "I feel a strong threat from Quirrell. You know, Al, this is one of my few

We have many divination talents, which allowed us to successfully escape many times while exploring the ruins."

"This time, maybe it will be no exception."

"Professor Quirrell..."

Toby carefully recalled Quirrell's ordinary, even cowardly behavior.

He concluded:

“Really excellent acting skills.”

"The guy who dares to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts - it's really not easy!"