From Azkaban To Hogwarts

Text 135 Mr. Filch is crazy

On the Monday of the last week of September, William came to his classroom with a look of sleepiness.

This weekend was not very good-the investigation did not make any progress, let alone the banquet of the heart was messed up by the two Weasleys.

Although in all respects it was either from Adams or from school, this was indeed the first banquet he held as the protagonist.

‘Forget it, I don’t want to, I have a headache when I think about it! ’

William yawned and started to pack things like lesson plans. It took him more than half a day to clean up the mess of the Saturday banquet yesterday, plus regular exercise and self-study time every day. After reviewing the paper, he slept very late.

‘Keep your spirits up, William! ’

Putting down the lesson plan in his hand, William rubbed his palm, then rubbed his face vigorously with his slightly heated hands.

You have to cheer up and face the students, William, can you still think about them even if you don’t even care about it?

While encouraging myself, he stuffed a mint into his mouth, the slightly stimulating coolness drove the last trace of sleepiness.

A few steps across to the door of the classroom, William began to wait for the students.

‘Well, Weasley’s performance on Saturday is said to be a scene from Professor Lockhart’s first class-are those elves really dangerous? ’

‘I’ve never heard of it-is there anything magical about them other than making trouble? ’

His complexion remained normal, and William's thoughts began to turn quickly-he woke up in the morning before he even had time to go to the restaurant, and hurriedly ate a sandwich and came over. Now he has time to think about what happened on Saturday night.

‘You have to restrain William, the weekend has passed, adding more to their confinement is not something that can be done now...’

The magic bell promptly disrupted William's messy thoughts.

But unexpectedly, no students came.

‘I remembered the timetable wrong? ’

William was suspicious, and then quickly confirmed that he remembered correctly.

‘I notified the students in advance that this class was changed to a practical class? ’

‘Neither, how about them? ’

Several thoughts floated up and down in William's mind, making him unclear for a while what he was thinking.

‘It’s never the students who strike out, right? ’

A bad idea suddenly broke out, and got on the roller coaster with the heartbeat.

‘That’s not right-there are not many homework in the sixth grade, no test papers, no strike in the fifth grade. ’

After persuading himself to be steady and then observe what happened, William took a few deep breaths and adjusted his mood.

A few steps towards the oil painting not far away, William politely knocked on the surrounding wall, awakening the one who was still sleeping.

"Good morning-sorry to bother you, do you know what happened at school?"

The soldier in the painting rubbed his eyes and exclaimed angrily, "I just slept for a while, you guys—"

"Oh, professor, sorry professor, I didn't know it was you. I was too late on duty yesterday. Mr. Filch was afraid of what might happen, and ordered some oil paintings that guard the main road to watch the night."

‘Vigil? The night watch is useless. The other party can either be invisible or use the phantom spell, or know some strange secret passages. After several investigations, nothing was found. No matter how hard the oil painting is, it is useless. ’

But this obviously can't be said to the soldier who has been guarding all night.

"Thanks, so what's new in school today?"

"What's new?" The soldier thought for a while. "That's not true. The students have just eaten too much, and even the naughty mischief doesn't have the energy to do anything on Monday morning. Oh—professor, your students are here."

"Well, I heard it too, thank you, please continue to rest."

William waved goodbye, and then walked quickly toward the corner of the hallway-it is excusable to be late for class on Monday, but is it too late for class?

——

"Nasty Filch!"

"And that cat!"

"It's—my deviant tunes have been confiscated, how about you?"

"Posters, atlases, and one with Meiwa."

"Why does it sound a bit like Professor Lockhart's book-wait, walk with Meiwa?"

"Making a fuss, I inserted into that pile of books and didn't write a name."

There was a low laugh from the boys, causing the girls who were walking behind to throw away a lot of eyes.

No way, boys just write a name and it's done, and most girls have to check whether the signatures of surrounding students have their own fancy signatures while writing.

"Hello Professor!"

The boy walking in the front made a huge greeting, and the girl behind could not help but squeeze past.

——

"In other words, do you feel unfair?"

After listening to the students' reports for a long time, William finally heard what these sixth-grade students were trying to express.

What they encountered was probably like this-after the principal and the four deans agreed, Mr. Filch blocked everyone who was going to class at the entrance of the restaurant and checked their schoolbags with a secret detector.

It stands to reason that this is not a serious matter. Although it is a bit inconsistent with William's habits, the magical world will basically not object.

But today Filch did a little too much. He confiscated all non-textbook publications, including all things like periodicals, pictorials, magazines, magic books and the like.

Those found out allow individuals to leave their names and return them after passing the inspection. This is why the students who were in class on time in the past will be late today collectively~www.readwn.com~William understands why the talk fee on Saturday Mr. Erqi said categorically that he was going to catch people.

‘Probably he has been lobbying the principal to accept this all weekend, and I don’t know why the principal agrees to such an obvious violation. ’

He now wants to sincerely apologize to Mr. Filch-although he still thinks that Mr. Filch can't play, there is no doubt that this hand is quite beautiful.

Regardless of whether this matter is in accordance with the rules in the magical world, the action power of this hand drawn salary is far above him, and the use of rules is far better than his use.

Unless the other party can memorize all the content backwards, Mr. Filch will most likely take away the book that contains prohibited knowledge today.

‘People who are willing to believe in a book or magazine will not be willing to throw precious materials back to the lounge. ’

‘Of course, it’s most likely to be books. Magazines are not that easy to deceive. Hagrid’s **** is saved—forget it, he eats faster than a student can kill. ’

This news gave William a real sigh of relief. He even couldn't wait to find the administrator to see what he had collected.

"professor?"

The students interrupted William's thinking, and each student stared at him with curious eyes—well, the sequelae of the last hat incident.

No student would like this kind of almost body search. Maybe they wanted to learn from the Gryffindor hat incident last time.

‘Hiss~’

William felt a little headache.

ps: The second chapter is postponed until the daytime tomorrow. I don’t dare to endure half of it, and I kneel when I catch a cold again...

I'm just a pigeon

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