Now that Filch had caught him with his speech impediment, Aini truthfully stated his estimate and promised to do his best.
Not to mention that Filch has always respected him very much since he joined the company. The blood-cursed orcs alone are a very valuable subject.
"Thank you, thank you so much, I, I..."
Filch was so excited that he couldn't speak coherently. He picked it up and put it down at a loss, and finally sobbed softly covering his face.
Seeing this, Aini didn't say anything else, patted the other party on the shoulder and left the room.
In the face of the other person's decades of emotional accumulation, any words of comfort are so feeble. It is better to leave quietly and leave this troubled old man a space to vent.
At the door of the administrator's office, Aini did not leave immediately after coming out.
Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same, but stories from acquaintances are always more likely to arouse empathy.
You never know what will come before tomorrow. Don’t let your habits become the source of regrets. Why not start paying attention to the people around you from now on, do them and cherish them.
Letting the messy thoughts in his mind wander for a while, Aini gathered his mood and strode towards the auditorium.
The candlelight flickers on the lampstand behind you. It does not need light, but it burns itself to light up other people's world.
And some things are enjoying the light, but they are still not satisfied and secretly plotting how to take the candle as their own.
For example, a mouse is lying in the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, trying to figure out how Jerry works.
Take Lockhart, for example, who has been digging out sewage for more than 20 days and is about to finally clear out the tunnel.
Even Dumbledore didn't know when Tom started to become obsessed with Defense Against the Dark Arts.
However, judging from Lockhart's performance in the past month, when he made his first Horcrux at the age of fifteen, Voldemort had already mastered the relevant knowledge very solidly, even enough to cope with daily teaching at Hogwarts.
Under his guidance, Lockhart successfully took off the hat of "Bad Professor" and regained many fans like a resurrection.
"There are many obstacles!"
"There are many obstacles!"
In the dormitory, Harry and Ron stood opposite each other, their wands flicked in a circle at the same time, and two blue-green sparks suddenly shot out. At the same time as the "crack" sound of the collision of magic spells was heard, Seamus and Neville also came next to them.
Cheers.
Gryffindor's boys' dormitory is neither too big nor too small. At least a few people tidied it up deliberately, and they were able to create a practice area large enough for use.
A sweater was laid out in the center of the field as a logo, with the big R letter on it indicating its origin - Ron didn't like the sweaters knitted by his mother.
The two of them cast the obstacle spell several more times. Judging from the casting movements, Ron was more skillful and calmer, but in terms of power, Harry was obviously superior.
As the spells were cast again and again, the collision point of the spell continued to move towards Ron's defense line. When the blue-green sparks fired by Harry finally broke through the limit marked by the hem of the sweater, this little competition was also announced.
End.
Amid the applause and attention of his roommates, Ron shrugged his shoulders, bowed to Harry, and then walked to the sidelines to get together again.
He didn't care about losing to his friend. After all, he was the savior who defeated the Dark Lord, and he was just a little wizard who had not been taken seriously.
"Quick, which one of you will come up?"
After giving a thumbs up to the two people who had just left the field, Seamus couldn't wait to run onto the field and looked at Neville and Dean on the edge.
"I'll do it."
Before Dean could make any move, Neville responded hurriedly and stood opposite Seamus.
Compared with the same year ago, the boy has become more confident, and his expression when he is focused has already become somewhat like the Gryffindor Sword Master in the future.
"This spell is really easy to use, but the power is a bit weak. I wonder when Lockhart will teach us new spells."
Ron sat on the edge of the bed, twirling his own willow wand in his hand.
Lockhart's performance in the past month has almost made people forget about his previous embarrassment, and his status in the hearts of the students has also been greatly improved.
But no matter how hard he tried to make up for it, the image that had already collapsed once would never return to its previous state.
Like Ron, most students would not use honorifics when referring to him. It may seem like a small thing, but it clearly declares the unrepaired rift between the two.
"The Obstacle Spell is very good and has great applicability. Besides, if it is a more powerful spell, it cannot be practiced in the dormitory."
Harry watched the "duel" between Neville and Seamus with great interest. Boys always prefer confrontational games.
Just like he is obsessed with Quidditch, Harry has competitive blood flowing in his bones, which is almost exactly the same as James Potter.
"It's a pity that we live in the tower, and the rooms are too small. I heard that there are several practice rooms in the Slytherin lounge, and you can use them as you like."
Speaking of which, Ron was a little envious. Even though those guys with their nostrils turned upward looked annoying, they had to admit that Slytherin's alumni group was the richest among the four houses. Every year, the Snake House received a lot of donations.
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So even though the little snakes live underground, their living conditions are not bad at all, and all facilities are very complete.
Ron's eyes suddenly lost focus, and his sight seemed to penetrate through the floors one after another. He saw the little snakes walking into the large practice room with stinky faces, casting spells freely, and Draco even more
I formed a team with two followers and started a confrontation with the third grade students.
What he couldn't imagine was that Draco was indeed with his classmates, but the people sitting next to him were not Goyle and Crabbe.
Hermione had never imagined that there would be a tea room in the Slytherin common room. It was outrageous!
Are they really in the same school?
"Why, is this place different from what you imagined?"
Draco smiled calmly, picked up the standing kettle and started to make tea. His skillful movements seemed to have a different kind of elegance.
"I thought, here, here..."
Hermione opened her mouth, but couldn't form the right words.
"Think that the Slytherin lounge is gloomy, gray, monotonous and boring, and everyone is nervously busy with their own things, without communication, and wary of each other?"
The boy asked in a mocking and self-deprecating manner. He knew that Little Snake had poor reviews in other colleges, but everyone, including himself, was too lazy to explain it to others and did not bother to do so. p>
Maybe it was because Draco's expression was so spot-on, but Hermione inexplicably understood his inner thoughts from his face, and was even more speechless for a moment. I had to say that everyone had made a mistake, and they shouldn't have made any mistakes before understanding the situation.
Jump to conclusions about your classmates.
This was the first time she entered the Slytherin lounge. It was not as cold as the other three houses thought, at least the color tone in this tea room——