Archaeologists at Hogwarts

Chapter 69 Handling
Two tall stacks of parchment, homework from other years, were pushed across the desk in the Office of Ancient Magic.

Toby and Al sat on the chairs with solemn expressions, and a piece of parchment flew in front of them, and they carefully corrected it.

"Want to make a bite box? It seems like a conservative choice, but it's still a bit difficult—for a sixth-grade student, forget it, let him try."

"A self-returning bat? George Weasley, I remember him being the batsman for Gryffindor? Must be vetoed, it's a foul in the game."

"ah!"

"Huh? Multi-flavored juice? Are you going to imitate Bibi Multi-flavored Beans? Let me see, Fred Weasley is only in the third grade, and he really doesn't know what to do. Let's add a range to him. Let's make ten kinds first." Let the taste come out, so that he knows how difficult it is."

"Snitch catcher? Who is this? Why do the players in the school always think about fouling?"

"Quaffle Catcher?! That's too much!"

"Oh, this is Mr. Diggory's - self-casting wand, it shouldn't be, he knows how difficult it is, we need to talk to him sometime - eh? Come in."

Hermione walked into the office cautiously, and Ron and Harry supported Neville, who was unconscious, on the left and right, and followed her.

After seeing Mr. Al who was grading homework, they decided to ignore this weird sight for now.This should be an illusion, how could Xixiu correct the homework?

Toby looked at them with a smile: "You are also here to hand in your homework? The speed is really fast. It's not long after class. It seems that your consciousness is very high-as expected, confinement is still effective."

Harry and Ron thumped in unison, as it occurred to them that they should come back after finishing their homework.

Hermione bit the bullet and explained, "It's not homework, Professor. It's because of Neville, who just knocked Draco Malfoy out."

Hermione's voice was getting quieter, and she watched Professor Highmore's long hair drooping down over his eyes-this didn't look very good, and it was usually a precursor to the professor's anger.

"Continue." Toby said calmly, his tone changed from joy to low.

Now Hermione panicked too, and she told the whole story with difficulty, without daring to add any details—just before the last confinement, they had already seen the punishment for fooling Professor Highmore, that was extremely It is possible to be dismissed from school.

After the narration, there was a short silence in the office.

Except for Neville who was unconscious, the three little wizards only felt that the atmosphere in the room was getting heavier and heavier, making them unable to breathe.

Fortunately, Toby finally looked away. He glanced at Neville, his eyes swept to the back of Neville's skinned hand, then turned his head to look at Al, and said to him: "Go to Severus, just leave him alone." I want some dill essence and tranquilizer."

Al nodded, it jumped onto the flying carpet, and left the office in a drool.

Toby pushed back his long hair and smiled big. "I thought it was all about it. Sit down, kids. Would you like something to drink?"

He conjured up four chairs on the opposite side of the desk, motioned for the four of them to sit over, and at the same time continued: "But you are looking for me in the right place. As for Neville—heal his injury with white essence in a while, and then Drink the sedative potion to calm your mood and you don’t need to worry, it’s just a little excitement, and it will be cured soon.”

The three of them took Neville to sit on the chair in fear, they still haven't understood the meaning behind Professor Highmore's behavior.

So Toby asked again: "Say, what would you like to drink?"

The three of them trembled all over, and they immediately shouted one after another:

"water!"

"water!"

"Pumpkin juice!"

Ok?
Harry and Hermione looked at Ron all at once, are they still in the mood to drink pumpkin juice at this time?
Fortunately, Toby didn't pay attention to this. He waved his wand again and conjured up two glasses of water, one of pumpkin juice, and lemonade for Neville on his own initiative.

Ron drank his drink sullenly, not daring to raise his head under the contempt of the two friends.

Harry worked up his courage and asked, "But Professor, what should Neville do?"

"Mr. Longbottom's words." Toby thought about it carefully, and he smiled unexpectedly: "It is a rare heroic performance to be brave enough to help others and stand up for your roommate's parents. Well done, five points from Gryffindor! Then The three of you each add three points, in order to reward your consideration for your friends."

The three of them were already stunned, and Neville's eyelids twitched.

This is completely different from what they imagined. It's fine if you don't get punished, but you can still get extra points?
Ron suddenly said: "If I knew it, I would have done it first—"

"Mr. Weasley!"

Toby said suddenly, so frightened that Ron almost turned over from the back of the chair.

"What I have to tell you is that if you and Mr. Potter were the ones who did the fighting, then this would have turned into an ordinary brawl. No matter who provoked it first, you would all be punished!"

Harry ignored Ron, who was blushing, and the more he heard it, the more he felt something was wrong—feeling that Professor Highmore seemed to have a good understanding of violating school rules?

"But" Hermione couldn't help worrying: "But if you do this, will you have conflicts with Professor Snape?"

Snape was the dean of Slytherin, and he was known to protect his shortcomings, and Hermione had already seen the two professors fight.

"Oh, no no no no."

Toby raised a finger and shook it left and right: "First of all, it won't be Severus who will trouble me. Secondly, you seem to have forgotten one thing - I am also a Slytherin, no matter what I do There will be a reasonable explanation for what I do, because I am a Slytherin."

"This is the most discriminated house, and it is also the house that does things without worrying about the consequences. Because there is always an explanation - the number of dark wizards from Slytherin House is the most, and the people here are all bad."

Hermione opened her mouth wide in surprise, and Harry felt a little guilty inexplicably - that's how he looked at Slytherin House before, but Professor Higher's statement obviously didn't mean that - he did it to protect Neville of.

He seemed to have misread Professor Highmore.

"Is there any problem, Mr. Potter?" Toby saw the strangeness from Harry's expression: "You seem to be a child who is very good at hiding things, this is not good, you should learn more from your mother , and father, they all know how to express themselves, even if they sometimes go too far."

Harry raised his head suddenly: "Do you know my parents?"

There was surprise and anticipation in his eyes.

"Yes, I know them," Toby said, but stopped there without saying much.

And Ron finally came to his senses from Professor Haimer's speech just now—this professor from Slytherin House was a little different from what he had imagined, and the key was that
"Neville is a Gryffindor - eh!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was secretly beaten by Hermione.

Her glaring eyes perfectly expressed the meaning in her heart-how can there be someone who you can't wink at?Why mention Gryffindor at this time.

At this time, Al flew back with two bottles in his paws.

"You should go back."

Toby saw the guests off and said, "Just leave the rest of the time to me and Mr. Longbottom."

"We need to talk alone."

(End of this chapter)