Archaeologists at Hogwarts

With an earth-shaking loud noise, the giant monster with a big lump on its head fell down, causing the ground to tremble several times.

"It's really yours, Professor Quirrell." Toby exclaimed: "Find the weakness of the trolls, which is their empty heads. The students will definitely be very happy to see this scene -"

He deliberately went a little further when he said: "It just doesn't smell very good."

Trolls are not creatures that take frequent baths.

Snape frowned and walked to Quirrell's side. Quirrell collapsed on the ground. He gasped and said, "I-I need to rest for a while."

His face was as pale as a piece of white paper, and it seemed that all his magic power had been exhausted just now.

"That won't do, Quirrell."

Toby helped Quirrell up: "We have to hurry up and check the magic stone, and we can't leave you here alone."

Quirrell had no choice but to let Toby drag him. They came to the next room, where there was a table with seven bottles of different shapes arranged on it.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, a flame rose up behind them and sealed the door. The flame was unusual, it was purple. At the same time, black flames also burst out from the door leading to the front. They were trapped.

In the middle.

There was a piece of parchment on the table, and Toby glanced at it. There was a logical reasoning puzzle written on it.

"Severus." Toby turned around and said, he also had no intention of wasting time on puzzles.

Snape had already taken out three small bottles from his pocket. He drank one first and Quirrell drank the second. Only Toby hesitated for a moment.

"It's not poison." Snape said coldly.

"Of course." Even though Toby said so, he still took out a straw doll from his pocket, dropped two drops of potion on the doll's face, and drank the rest of the potion after finding that the expression was still a smile.

.

"Of course, Severus."

Toby repeated, feeling the coolness coming out of his body, feeling a bit like penetrating the body of a ghost.

"I believe you will not harm me."

In the context of Toby's behavior, this sentence is not convincing at all.

As if to avoid embarrassment, Toby walked into the last room first, Snape followed him with a cold face, and Quirrell, who had regained his mobility slightly, followed behind.

The magic stone was floating in the center of the room. Toby walked quickly towards it, but halfway, he suddenly turned back and looked at the two of them.

Snape looked unhappy: "What? Are you still doubting us?"

Quirrell was staring blankly at the unprotected Philosopher's Stone. He was startled by Toby's looking back: "What happened again?"

"nothing."

Toby turned his head back, walked around the Sorcerer's Stone twice, and finally nodded: "It wasn't transferred or stolen. It seems like it was just a false alarm."

"It's time to go back, let's go."

The three of them returned the same way, and Quirrell looked like he was finally relieved.

Before they parted ways at the dark staircase, Toby apologized once more for forcing himself to check his wand, but Quirrell didn't have much of a reaction.

Only Snape stared at him closely, as if warning: "I will tell Principal Dumbledore about this."

Toby shook his head and said: "I believe he will understand why I have to do this."

Snape sneered: "If he really understands, then why did you return to Hogwarts now? Look at the influence of ancient magic on you, Toby, you would not have checked my wand unscrupulously before."

Toby couldn't answer, and Snape's warning came true.

When Toby returned to the Ancient Magic Office, Principal Dumbledore was waiting for him in the room.

"Maybe I need to do a psychological evaluation on you."

Dumbledore said as soon as he opened his mouth, with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.

Toby walked to the desk, and Al climbed onto his shoulders familiarly.

"Perhaps what you should do is to help me find a veritaserum as soon as possible." Toby said: "If you don't find any suspicious people entering later, then Quirrell is obviously the most suspicious, and I knew it early on.

He has problems and is the most likely candidate to become an internal agent."

Surprisingly, Dumbledore did not immediately deny Toby's judgment: "So do you have any clues?"

"No." Toby said frankly: "There are no scars left by Shen Feng Wuying above Quirrell's neck. He may not be a thief, but Nei Ying's judgment... is only based on intuition, and it is also black walnut

The characteristics of the owner displayed by the wand are keen intuition and insight. I believe in my own judgment. He at least has a problem and is not as timid or stuttering as he appears."

"It's a pity." Dumbledore said: "The Ministry of Magic has passed the period of using intuition to judge cases, and the wizarding war has passed. Now it is no longer that severe era, and wizards will not be judged as criminals without any basis.

Death Eaters."

"And I wouldn't do it, Toby, intuition isn't enough to convince me."

"Of course, Headmaster." Toby turned around and faced Dumbledore: "I appreciate this advantage of yours. Otherwise, I should have graduated early when I was in school and wouldn't have dared to stay at Hogwarts for too long.

Being watched by the greatest white wizard for a long time is not a pleasant experience."

"I'll just take it as a compliment." After smiling slightly, Dumbledore sighed: "But I still have to warn you, Toby, about the influence of ancient magic on you -"

At this time, Toby suddenly interrupted: "Ancient magic is just ancient magic and cannot be treated as black magic. We have discussed this issue many times, principal. I even know what you are going to say next.

Yes, Lily doesn't like dark magic, and she doesn't like some ancient magic, but so what? The position Severus later applied for is still the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and I haven't changed either. You can't change it.

Severus' preferences can't change mine either. We are born this way, just like Lily is born to hate dark magic."

Dumbledore looked at him sadly: "That's why you will become like strangers later."

Toby was silent for a while.

"But we are born this way. There are some things that not even death can change."

The memories were evoked bit by bit, and the differences in the concept of magic caused irreparable scars between the three of them, which gradually accumulated until they could no longer be undone.

Al sat on Toby's shoulder sullenly, as if he was sad with him.

Dumbledore walked up to the huge piece of ice that seemed to never melt, and cast his light blue eyes on the shadows in the ice.

"You should already know about things that are frozen."

"Yes, Toby, yes. Even I have memories that I don't want to look back on again. This characteristic is not just for you and me, wizards... all wizards are born with this."