From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Students over there, stop!"

In the corridor, Filch's rough voice sounded, and the scolded student froze over there like a quail, listening to the administrator's talk.

"Filch is too grumpy now..."

In the corridor, the twins pretended to be harmless to humans and animals, and made eye contact.

"Don't make any noise, Filch hates us now!"

George looked back.

The two even stopped breathing, for fear of angering Filch now-the administrator was almost crazy now.

Finally, through the reprimand of the hapless scapegoat, they escaped the corridor, and the two breathed out a long breath.

"Survived—"

"Yes, Fred."

The two leaned against the wall, "I think Filch is going crazy! He is working day and night now, and the guy Jordan was almost caught last night-doesn't Filch need to sleep?"

"Who knows? He still has a cat as a helper after all-but if this goes on, one of the cat and the man will fall apart."

"Who is so bold in the end? How dare to hang Filch on the windowsill? Haven't been found out yet?"

"Who knows? Fortunately, we were dealing with dragon dung and were supervised the whole process, otherwise I think we will definitely not be able to escape-if we can't catch the real murderer, maybe Filch will be satisfied if we fire us?"

"That's hard to say."

George responded with a smile, "It's time to go, there is still confinement to be closed today."

"Just use the Christmas holiday to confinement," Fred muttered, "but we have to thank the holiday. There is still a month of confinement. I will go crazy without this two-week holiday."

"Then, go see Bill?"

"Of course I stayed in school-this is a rare campus life without confinement!"

Fred responded with an exaggerated voice.

"Do you want to check?"

George asked suddenly.

"You don't want to check?"

"Of course I thought about it--Professor William was really generous in his actions. The seventh-grade students said, who can catch the perpetrator, Professor William will directly get him a letter of recommendation from Dumbledore!"

George thought for a while, but he was still a little uncertain, "The reward is really attractive, but it's only for the seventh grade."

"We've all worn the crown, and if we catch that guy, will we be wronged? Think about it. With that letter of recommendation, my mother won't be nagging us to study weird things all day long for at least three years."

"sounds good."

George raised his hand and struck Fred's hand together.

——

"It's the Christmas holiday, William, relax!"

In the staff lounge, Adams was distributing candied fruit while shouting to William who was lying on the corner table.

"Theoretically, it should be easy, Christmas holiday -" William forced a smile, "Okay!"

‘But I always think it’s almost the same as Ginny’s killing a cock! ’

In the recent investigation, although Professor McGonagall mobilized all the oil paintings, gathered the idle students, and arranged for the professor to investigate the two incidents, he found nothing in the end.

Even if Filch got the permission from Dumbledore to expel the murderer as soon as he caught it, it was useless—because no one could be found.

‘The same has no trace, the same has nowhere to be found-is it really okay? ’

While thinking, William slipped the candied fruit into his mouth.

‘But the students who have worn the crown have been checked. No one has time to commit the crime, and there are all witnesses who are not present. ’

‘Even the professors who have worn crowns have checked under my suspicion that President Dumbledore has no time to hang Filch on the wall. ’

‘It’s Ginny who kills the chicken. We even saw her next to Hagrid’s house, and she didn’t have time to commit the crime this time! ’

‘Who the **** is it? What does he want to do? Chicken blood is a ritual-so is Filch hanging up? The Hanged Man? ’

‘Ah, bah-so bitter! ’

William subconsciously spit out the candied fruit in his mouth-neurotic, can bitter gourd make candied fruit?

——

"Filch is crazy."

"Poor Professor Lockhart, your so-called method of addressing the administrator's concerns is such a crude picking of people's teeth?"

"Don't worry, he is indeed a lunatic looking for students who might do this."

Lockhart wrote in his diary calmly.

He successfully raided the castle administrator with his own power, and with the help of the last time, the administrator completely diverted his attention from the school secret road to the students—at least when Filch was urinating in mid-air. Before the rumors of pants disappeared, the administrator would never have extra energy to do anything else.

"Well, despicable Professor Lockhart, you succeeded in attracting the attention of the administrator. Although not so smart, the effect is just as good."

The words that surfaced in the diary were slow and neat, "Now you should be able to enjoy the epoch-making discovery alone, find it, open it, and then polish the story, as you have always done in the past, let you be in a new story. Become a'legendary'.'" "Of course, I am a living legend," Lockhart did not hold up his pen, and sighed at himself in the photo. Although this diary always tried to mock him, it was true. Can give very good advice in key places.

‘It’s just almost. ’

He looked at the words in the diary, and for the first time he had an opinion that I was not bad.

After thinking about it, he wrote in his diary with his beautiful quill pen, "Stupid, don't always think about giving me advice on things you are not good at-do you know what a legend is? "

He flew his pen, "I found a secret left by Slytherin, is that over?"

"You think my readers will like such stories, do you think the Daily Prophet will like such stories?"

"No one understands legends better than me!"

"No one is injured, there is no danger or mystery, even if it is something that Slytherin left behind? The gimmick of the story is not even as attractive as the country wizard expelling the vampire!"

Lockhart quickly wrote ~www.readwn.com~ and slammed Fang Yao. He felt that this moment was his best moment in the past year, and countless inspirations spewed out of his mind, a little bit of what he imagined Quite a great story.

"Don't Slytherin hate Muggles? Then add it!"

"You can even expel all the Muggle origins in the castle-no no no, expelling is nothing to watch, kill, yes, kill!"

"The death threat to a Muggle-born wizard can't be more fascinating than this!"

"My readers will love this story!"

"Stupid Professor Lockhart, you overestimate yourself, you can't do it," the diary is still complaining, but at the moment its rebuttal is not worth mentioning, which makes Lockhart even happier— It's been so long since he got this book, and it was the first time he crushed it to death.

‘I’ll be legendary, just this time, Merlin First Class Medal, I’m coming! ’

ps; After twelve o'clock, it's scary...

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