From Azkaban To Hogwarts

　　Until he walked to Mr. Filch's door, William still had doubts about Mr. Filch's claim that he had caught many troublemakers.

　　 Student gatherings are not an excuse to punish students-even if these children see the administrator running fast, there are still many bad deeds in the past.

Let alone arrest people for questioning. Although he has never studied at Hogwarts, William, who has come over as a student, knows very well that for children who often make mistakes, as long as you do not find decisive evidence, they It will never be explained.

　　 It's like the director of the Political and Education Office caught a group of students far more than the number of pits in the men's toilet. As long as no cigarettes are found, I'm sorry-we are here to chat. What, you said the toilet smells bad? So what, some people like the smell of gasoline, so we are not allowed to like the smell of the toilet?

　　 It’s impossible to smoke. You just called the head teacher over today. I am also the innocent people who came to pee and were caught by you.

　　 Regarding this set, the administrator is more familiar than the students—Mr. Filch’s excuses after seeing the students are more panicked than the children in this life.

As for Professor McGonagall, she didn’t come here to take all the people away. She was mainly because the students were caught too much. I wanted to see if there were any unlucky children who missed the assistant car—Gryffindor was caught all at once. With so many students, some unlucky ones are always involved, right?

But all this changed when the door was opened—Mr. Filch’s meticulously guarded office with various props made the guys on the wall fail to complete their mission, and Professor McGonagall tried to give them a hand. Forget about it completely.

In the eyes of this group of children, even the forbidden forest, the secret road of the school, and the principal’s office do not add up to Filch’s office, which makes people have a desire for destruction. When Mr. Filch caught too many prisoners When contacting professors whether they need more confinement of students, this group of students can no longer resist the desire to search this office.

　　‘By the way, Mr. Filch didn’t leave fishing on purpose? ’

　　 This thought came to William's mind, but this thought was soon expelled by Professor McGonagall, whose expression on the side became severe.

The professor's mouth was pressed tightly and became a straight line, and his eyes became sharp. Under her gaze, those who were looking through the file stopped their movements, closed the drawer, and then both hands. He slumped in front of him as if he didn't know where he should grow, as if he had been interrupted.

　　 As the professor's eyes circled around Mr. Filch's office, the bustling office seemed to be an eggplant field that had been beaten by frost.

"very good."

　　Professor McGonagall said compliments, but someone who is a little more normal can hear her tone cold.

　　 "Mr. Filch, these students will ask you. Mrs. Pomfrey should be very happy."

　　 "Boom!"

The loud noise broke the silence of the room, and everyone couldn’t help but cast their gazes over—a student just seemed to have climbed onto Mr. Filch’s hammock and was pretending to be dead, fearing that the professors would find him. The reason for the nervousness, fell off the hammock.

　　 "Lee Jordan!"

　　Professor McGonagall's voice was a little louder than usual. The child who had fallen and still tried to pretend to be dead got up almost instantly, and then looked at Professor McGonagall like a quail in the rain.

　　 William obviously saw Professor McGonagall swallowing a few times in his throat, and seemed to want to announce some targeted punishment, but the professor finally resisted it.

　　 "Then, these students please."

　　 Professor McGonagall left in a hurry. Judging from her unprecedented speed of walking, William felt that she was afraid that she would punish the students personally if she stayed any longer.

　　 As Professor McGonagall’s footsteps disappeared in the corridor, William heard a clear panting sound in Mr. Filch’s office.

　　‘Look, these kids are scared. ’

　　William thought as he asked Mr. Filch, "How many Gryffindors are these people?"

　　 "Three-fifths or more—" Mr. Filch responded happily, like an old farmer introducing his own harvest.

　　 While answering William’s question, he took out a piece of parchment from his arms that recorded the needs of the professors, and then crossed out a few names on the list with his nails.

　　 "Lee Jordan, you go to the school hospital to clean the chamber pot for a week."

　　 William clearly saw that the original name was written to write back to the fans when he arranged to go to Professor Lockhart.

　　‘This kid is really unlucky. ’

　　William was thinking and listening to Mr. Filch's name chanting one by one-all the people who were originally scheduled to go to the hospital were replaced by Gryffindor, just like Professor McGonagall said.

　　 But this did not arrange a few students, and even after the students required by each professor were arranged, William was left with more than 20 people left-this was a timely rain for sorting out the school history.

　　 "The above students can leave, remember to report to the professor on time."

　　 Mr. Filch announced triumphantly.

　　 "I just said, catching so many people this time ~ www.NovelMTL.com~ can't be punished at all, right?"

　　 "Shut up, it's not that you didn't guard the door properly. How could Professor McGonagall see us going through the office?"

　　 "If you are selected next, others will be able to wait any longer, right?"

　　 "Wait? Filch will let us go? It's nothing more than writing down and waiting for a few weeks."

　　 "One day later is good."

　　……

　　 "Don't whisper!"

　　 Filch and Wei had just asked so many questions that students could use, and found that many students were biting their ears.

　　 "It's okay, everyone went to the wizard self-defense magic learning classroom tonight, and started our first confinement-so many people, you can't put it down without looking for a classroom."

　　 "Professor, can I ask, what is it for?"

　　 Underneath, a student boldly asked a question.

"Transcribe some materials, sort out some materials, no need to bring paper and pen, I will help you prepare-well, gentlemen and ladies, you can also leave, but remember, come to the classroom at 8 o'clock tonight, I don’t want to have to talk to your dean."

　　 William said to these strong leek-cough students who came to help spontaneously.

　　——

　　 Coming out of the office, a group of students who were caught in before sleeping well began to communicate.

　　 "Hiss~ In the classroom, with so many people together, I dare say that Hogwarts has not had such a spectacular sight in 30 years."

　　 "I thought I would be let go, because which professor's office can't fit so many people, use the classroom?"

　　 "Okay, I think everything is good."

　　 "Good thing, where is the good thing?"

　　 "Didn't the Weasley brothers say that there was not enough manpower to take an exam? Now we at least have one less exam."