When the four of them left the kitchen, their bellies had been filled with cream cakes and milk tea, and the pockets under their robes contained custard biscuits and pies handed to them by the house elf.
"Curfew starts in ten minutes, we'd better get back to the lounge quickly."
As soon as they passed the foyer, they were spotted by the caretaker's cat. Not long after Mrs. Norris ran away, Filch appeared in front of them.
For some reason, Fred and George felt inexplicably guilty when they saw Filch coming this way.
Fred couldn't help but put his hand into the right pocket of his robe, where there was the Marauder's Map that they had stolen from the administrator's office.
"You two..." Filch stopped the Weasley brothers, grinning with evil intentions: "The confinement will be at seven o'clock tomorrow evening. The content is to wipe all the trophies in the trophy room. I hope this time
The lesson can bring you some sense of house glory, but Gryffindor's score has fallen to last place again."
None of the four people spoke, and stood there quietly listening to Filch finish what he said.
Of course, someone had a piece of pie stuffed in his mouth, which seemed to dampen the atmosphere a bit.
"Now, go back to your lounge. Don't let me see you wandering around the castle after curfew, otherwise it won't be as simple as confinement." After Filch made some threats, he turned and left.
"What a nasty old guy." George made a rude gesture towards Filch's leaving back.
"I remember that you seemed to be planning to teach us the descaling spell." Fred looked sideways at Albert and said with a wink.
"It's too late, you can't learn the descaling spell in one day." Albert took out his pocket watch again and checked the time, and walked towards the moving stairs.
"Don't worry, you are just wiping the trophies in the trophy showroom. It's better than washing the chamber pot, right? Think about that unlucky William, and there are two of you, so you can finish wiping it quickly." Li Jordan reached out and patted George's hand.
Shoulder comforted.
However, this tone sounds like schadenfreude.
"Get out of here, you mean guy!" Fred glared at Li Jordan angrily, turned to Albert and said, "Can you use the descaling spell to help..."
"Transfiguration Club." Albert suddenly interrupted.
"What?" Fred didn't understand for a moment.
"He means that the Transfiguration Club is tomorrow night, which happens to be seven o'clock." Li Jordan put his arm around Fred's shoulders and comforted: "So, give up your desperate struggle!"
While talking, the four of them reached the third floor through the moving stairs, and then passed through several secret passages and turned east and west to the eighth floor of the castle.
When passing a certain corner, I almost bumped into Professor Bud Brod from the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.
"Good evening, Professor Broad." Albert took the lead in greeting the other party.
"Good evening, Mr. Anderson." Professor Brod's eyes swept across the four people, and then fell on Albert. He looked at him carefully for a while, and then continued, "It's almost curfew. I
It is recommended that you return to the lounge as soon as possible."
"Professor Broad actually knows you!" After the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor left, Fred looked at Albert in surprise.
Professor Brod is not young anymore, but he can still remember Albert in a short period of time, even though they have only met a few times.
"I'm not sure either." Albert glanced towards the Room of Requirement suspiciously. He just seemed to...seemed to see some changes on that wall.
Moreover, Professor Bud Brod looked at him a little strangely just now, as if he was examining something?
"Speaking of which, there is no secret passage behind this tapestry." Li Qiaodan pointed to the tapestry where the troll beat Barnabas silly and said to the three of them, "At noon, I looked through it specially, but found nothing.
.”
It’s not surprising that Li Qiaodan would have such an idea. There is no way, who could have hidden secret passages behind most of the tapestries in Hogwarts.
In fact, Lee Jordan's guess was correct. This tapestry did hide a secret, but it was not behind the tapestry, but on the wall opposite the tapestry, where the Room of Requirement was.
However, most students are unaware of its existence.
When they came to the portrait of the fat woman at the end of the corridor on the eighth floor, they were surprised to find that the lady was humming a song softly.
"Nonsense." George said the password.
The fat lady did not open the door, but continued to hum. Was she planning to let the four people listen to her for free?
"Nonsense," Fred continued.
The fat lady stared at them dissatisfiedly, as if she was unhappy to be disturbed, and reluctantly opened the entrance to the lounge.
"I dare say she has no singing talent at all." Albert couldn't help but complain when he entered the lounge.
In the lounge at this time, there were still a few people doing homework.
"Where have you just been?" Charlie, who was wearing pajamas, came over and said to several people, "There will be Quidditch training tomorrow afternoon. You can go to the Quidditch field after half past six. I will give you half an hour to practice.
Intensive training.”
"Sorry Charlie, I'm afraid we can't go." George said helplessly.
"Why?"
"We need to be imprisoned somewhere in Filch!" Fred said with a look of despair.
"What about you?" Charlie looked at Li Jordan, thought for a while and sighed softly: "Forget it, you can come together for practice next time! If you want to officially join the Quidditch team next year, you should
Take the time to practice well so that you can have an advantage as a player over others."
Not long after Charlie left, Percy came. He had just finished his homework.
"Don't nag Percy, we've just been told by Charlie." George said to his brother angrily.
"We're leaving first." Albert greeted Li Jordan and walked towards the stairs.
"Don't provoke Filch, it won't do you any good!" Percy Weasley glared at Fred and George, "You made our score fall to the bottom..."
"...If you continue to be naughty and messy like this and dare to wander around the castle during the curfew, I will write to mother." George disguised his voice as Percy and told his roommates in a teasing tone.
This issue.
"As far as I know, Gryffindor hasn't won the House Cup for several years. It's like it's our fault that we lost points."
"Isn't it normal that Gryffindor didn't win the Academy Cup?" Albert said seriously.
"Wow, you really think so too." George smiled and looked at Albert with an expression that said you really understand us.
"Don't look at me like this, it's a fact!" Albert couldn't help rolling his eyes and said: "Unless we can win three Quidditch matches, the Academy Cup will be out of reach."
"What you said makes sense." George nodded in agreement.
"Percy must also know, he just wants to find a way to teach us a lesson!" Fred snorted with disdain.
Albert glanced sideways at the mission prompt that just appeared:
Gryffindor's glory.
Gryffindor House has missed the House Cup for five years. It's time to show your true strength and help Gryffindor win the House Cup.
Reward: 1 skill point.
After reading the task, Albert couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. Is this still a task completed by others?
Well, there seems to be no time limit.
Albert can completely wait until the savior Porter comes on stage and take a break.