"Aha, I caught you. You little wizard who stayed up in the middle of the night, I'm going to lock you up." Filch crooked his eyes and mouth, holding a lamp, looking evil.
"Oh, Mr. Filch, I just came out of Professor Snape's office, with the Dean's permission."
He took two casual steps and drew Filch's eyes to him.
As long as it doesn't affect his own interests, he never minds doing things to make others owe favors. This is the experience of following the old wizard in wandering at the bottom of life - you never know what impact something you do will have later.
Professor Snape's reputation was obviously very useful. Filch asked unwillingly, "Did you see Harry Potter just now? No, there must be someone else with him."
Anton was happy, with a puzzled look on his face, "Who would stay awake in the middle of the night and wander around the castle? It's empty and there's nothing interesting here."
"Who knows!" Filch waved his arms, "As boring as it is, there are always some little wizards who stay up late at night and even throw stinky dung eggs on the corridor. I have to clean them up for a long time every time."
While muttering, he was about to continue walking forward, which frightened the four little kids under the armor and shrank back into the shadows.
If you take a few more steps, you will really catch them.
We can only blame them for being too curious to observe Ron, this mysterious cousin, otherwise they would have run back to the Gryffindor dormitory by now.
The most disgusting thing was that Anton made a face at the four people behind Filch.
The four of them were so frightened that they hugged each other tightly.
Taking one step, two steps, Filch worked hard to scan every corner with his big eyes open. He knew very well where the little wizards were hiding.
Seeing that the lantern in his hand was about to shine on the armor, Anton smiled and said, "Mr. Filch."
Filch turned around.
"Have you ever heard of 'clean up'?"
Filch's whole body stiffened, and his face quickly darkened. He had a secret that he didn't want to tell others, but everyone knew it - he was a squib and couldn't cast any spells.
The freshmen who just entered the school obviously didn't know anything about it, and showed off their knowledge quite proudly, "Cleaning spell, it's a very simple spell. Just wave the wand gently, and no matter how many stinky excrement eggs are thrown in the corridor, they will all disappear."
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Filch walked back angrily and looked at Anton coldly, "Don't be so smart, little wizard!"
Anton laughed, "It seems you know."
He shrugged, "I know someone who has a way to make a prop to strengthen the 'clean up' spell. Even a little wizard who doesn't know how to cast a spell can easily cast this spell."
The little wizard was showing off his knowledge again, but this time, Filch was moved.
"Who?" Filch's voice became inexplicably hoarse. He was a little nervous and looked at Anton expectantly, "Who can make such a prop!"
Not to mention it has been cleaned up, even if he can only cast the simplest and simplest light spell, he will definitely treat it as a treasure!
I hold it to sleep every day, no, I can’t hold it to sleep, what if it breaks under pressure?
How he longed to cast a spell!
"Fred and George, my cousins." Anton smiled brightly.
He raised his eyebrows, "You know, they are very naughty. Almost no one can order them to do anything, but you have enough rights to ask them to do it for you."
Filch was all excited, "Of course, maybe if I am not so strict with them, they will be grateful."
Then he stared at Anton closely, "Can they really do it?"
"They just told me about this a few days ago, and I gave them some gold galleons." Anton patted his shoulder gently, "They are suffering from the lack of a place where they can do research on this kind of magic props.
, maybe you can arrange a place for them and supervise them at the same time?"
Filch's breathing quickened, "I...I'll talk to them tomorrow."
He walked back in a panic, and from a distance, he held the handle of the lantern and waved it, as if he was casting a cleaning spell. The gesture seemed to have been secretly practiced thousands of times without any mistakes.
“Cleaned up!”
“Cleaned up!”
“Cleaned up!”
The murmur of curses gradually moved away, accompanied by footsteps that seemed to be brisker.
Anton looked at his back silently, feeling inexplicably. Perhaps Filch's biggest mistake was to come to live in this castle full of wizards, and watch the little wizards squandering things that were beyond his reach.
talent without cherishing it.
Of course, this is not the most important thing.
The important thing is that he can finally have a laboratory of his own at Hogwarts and continue his research.
Hehe, Mr. Filch will definitely burst out with the greatest enthusiasm to help them find a good location.
Nice!
Anton said goodbye to the four little kids happily, "Good night."
The four of them dug their heads out from under the armor and said in unison, "Good night."
As Anton walked away, the four of them came out and looked at each other.
"Did you hear that he came back from Snape's office in the middle of the night, and he was still planning to cast a terrible spell in the castle!" Harry's focus has always been relatively strange.
Ron looked a little depressed, "George and the others never tell me about their inventions."
Neville looked at the calm figure and said, "I wish I could be like him."
Looking at these three boring men, Hermione rolled her eyes, "I'm going back!" and turned around to leave.
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"What?" George and Fred looked at each other with strange expressions.
Anton cut open the bread and stuffed it with coriander, barbecued meat and a little mushroom sauce, intending to make a burger or steamed bun.
"I persuaded Filch to help us find a place for us to study, and placed an order with him. Although it is just an imitation wand, it is at least a good start."
"Wow~" George exclaimed, "I still find it incredible."
Fred looked at Anton up and down and laughed, "Maybe the Weasley family really needs a Slytherin. Anton, it's so fun to do things with you."
"Really?" Anton smiled and took a bite of the bread, feeling the fragrance of the mushrooms and the charred outside and tender inside of the barbecue. "I told you, we will be very good brothers."
He raised his eyebrows, "Do you remember the plan I told you about, the campus canteen? Maybe we can start from here."
"Hahaha." George beamed, "If this is the case, Filch will regret it."
Fred shrugged, "No, no, no, George, our stinky turd eggs will be sold out, and Filch will definitely enjoy the feeling of using the 'cleaned up' to the fullest."
Perfect closed loop!
When Anton thought of that scene, he clicked his tongue. He continued to eat breakfast hard and drank a big sip of juice.
far away.
Gryffindor table.
Ron looked at them with some jealousy, "I'm starting to hate Anton, he took away my brother."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "Excuse me, what are you doing now?"
Ron looked at the homework in front of him and Harry with a strange expression, "Well, at least he copied the homework for us. This is all your fault, Hermione. If you would let us copy the homework, I wouldn't have to go to him.
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"You should do it yourself!" Hermione stood up angrily.
Harry and Ron looked at each other and nodded.
Then they continued to immerse themselves in copying, so that when they did not go out at night and had time to do their homework, they would not have to copy the homework of this bad Slytherin.