From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

Harry stood in the corridor covered in mud, his heart full of resentment and annoyance.

The weather in October was not ideal. Because of the continuous heavy rain and low temperature, many people in the castle caught a cold.

In order to welcome the upcoming Quidditch season, Wood required all Gryffindor players to drink a cup of refreshing medicine from Madam Pomfrey before training on rainy days.

So facing the raindrops and strong winds that suddenly fell after lunch, Harry flew on the court for a long time with steam in his ears (Wood’s statement made sense. The proud and complacent Slytherins did not choose to train on rainy days, or in other words, no one wanted to play on a broomstick on a rainy day), but he didn’t even see the shadow of the Golden Snitch.

Because the training equipment was dizzy by the raindrops and strong winds, and it was stuck in a gap on the side of the stands.

When Wood used the Summoning Charm to get the Golden Snitch back, he finally announced that they could return to the castle for dinner.

Harry, dragging his muddy feet back to the castle, ran into the Gryffindor ghost, Nick, who was almost headless. This ghost, whose head and body were only connected by a little skin, was upset because he was rejected by the headless hunter team, so he grabbed Harry and complained for a long time.

Just in this delay, Snape, the professor of potions, appeared clearly in front of Harry.

"Look, the famous Potter who loves to post autographed photos can't even handle a little mud. I thought you were a wizard." Professor Snape's mouth corners turned down, showing the master's not very good mood.

"Sir..." Harry swallowed nervously, waiting for his crime to be sentenced.

"Gryffindor deducts five points."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

But Professor Snape obviously didn't finish his words: "I have other things to do, so I don't have time to give you a detention. Go to the castle warden and he will decide what you should do to atone for your sins."

Professor Snape left like a big bat with its wings spread, leaving Harry full of regret and resentment.

The footsteps of the Potions Professor quickly disappeared in the corridor. Except for the ghost, there was only Harry here.

"Why don't I leave quickly? Anyway, I have been deducted too many points."

Just when Harry decided to add a few more muddy footprints to this corridor, Filch, the castle warden, appeared panting and with a red nose.

From the frequent cold patients seen recently, it is not difficult to find that Filch is also sick, but as the castle warden, Filch can easily get a dose of refreshing medicine from Madam Pomfrey, why didn't he do that?

"You're just like a dog that rolled in the mud!" Filch pointed at Harry's muddy robes and Quidditch uniform, "I'm going to punish you!"

What could be more tragic than being caught before escaping?

Harry felt that he was deducted twice for a "mistake".

"In fact, Professor Snape has already deducted points from me... He asked me to find you to decide on further punishment..." Harry said quickly.

"Okay, okay!" Filch smiled ugly, revealing a bunch of yellow and rotten teeth, "Follow me!"

So Harry had to leave another string of muddy footprints on the floor and followed Filch down the stairs.

Being able to decide on Harry's punishment did not make him happier, because there were always students who left stains in the castle, and Filch was determined to teach Harry a lesson.

Filch's office was a dark and dirty windowless room with only a lonely oil lamp.

There was a smell of fried fish in the air, probably because he was cooking for his old cat that lost its hair here.

There were many wooden filing cabinets lined up along the walls. From the labels, it was clear that they contained detailed information about every student Filch had punished.

On a separate cabinet was written in bold letters: Confiscated Items, Highly Dangerous.

Harry quietly moved away. It should contain prank merchandise confiscated from students, and there might even be dung bombs that were about to expire.

Filch grabbed a quill from the tin on the desk, and found a piece of parchment from the drawer, muttering in a very nasal voice: "Slugs... frog brains... mouse intestines... and stinking big mud! I've had enough!"

He spread the parchment on the table and dipped the quill into the ink bottle.

"Name - Harry Potter, Crime -"

"Just a little mud!" Harry defended himself.

"That's true for you, but for me, it was a precious hour!" A drop of turbid snot came out of Filch's nose, shaking disgustingly with his angry voice, "Crime - defilement of the castle, punishment recommended -"

"How about asking you to wipe the chamber pot?" Filch turned his head and looked at Harry, "The school hospital is really overcrowded recently! Wipe with your hands, no spells allowed -"

Harry almost smelled the urine smell in the chamber pot. Filch was undoubtedly very satisfied with the expression on Harry's face. He looked at him with ill intentions and wiped his disgusting snot with his sleeve.

However, just before Filch's quill fell, a loud noise came from the ceiling of the office, "Bang!" The oil lamp was shaken left and right, and the figure in the room swayed with it.

"Peeves!" Filch roared, threw down the quill and rushed out, "I must catch you!"

As the spirit of mischief in Hogwarts Castle, Peeves can be said to be a common nightmare for teachers and students. He will wake you up in the middle of the night, spit unchewed gum at you, attract teachers to catch you when you are wandering at night, and even interfere with your way to the classroom.

But now Harry felt that Peeves was making trouble at the right time. Filch's attention was undoubtedly temporarily diverted from him. Perhaps when he came back, Harry would get a lighter punishment.

So Harry found a chair and sat down at the desk, looking at the items on the desk.

In addition to his unfinished "charge", there was a purple envelope on the table with some words printed in silver ink: Correspondence Course for Beginners in Fast Spellcasting Magic.

Harry had heard of correspondence courses in the Muggle world. Generally speaking, it is to provide you with teaching materials by mail, allowing you to study by yourself and then take the exam. After passing the exam, you will get a correspondence diploma. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia often said that those things were all scams, and they didn't care about anything after receiving the money. Only people who can't learn real skills in school would go for a correspondence degree.

He didn't expect that there was something similar in the wizarding world.

Harry opened the purple envelope, pulled out a sheet of parchment, and quickly read through it.

There were some common advertising slogans inside, which were not much different from Muggle advertisements.

Perhaps Filch's magic was as bad as the wizards in the advertisements... Considering that advertisements are usually beautified, it might be even worse - that's why he needed the "Introduction to Magic" correspondence course.

Harry folded the letter paper, stuffed it back into the envelope, sat on the chair and sighed.

Even if Slytherin's Quidditch team lost Ivy, it was still a super strong team with 7 Nimbus 2001s. Harry really didn't know how Gryffindor would deal with 7 Nimbus 2001s.

Something wet licked the back of his hand.

Harry turned his head and saw the big black dog he had seen outside Professor McGonagall's office before, which was the ominous one mentioned by George and Fred.

The big black dog seemed to have just entered the castle from the heavy rain, just like Harry.

Its black hair was tangled up and wet on its back. Harry then realized that it was much thinner than he had imagined.

Harry reached out and scratched the big black dog's ear: "How did you disappear last time? They all said you were my illusion, but I think it might be because the dogs living in this castle can do some magic!"

The wet big dog squatted down and wagged its tail at Harry in a friendly manner.

"Who are you calling a dog!" There were footsteps outside the door. There was no doubt that Filch had misunderstood what Harry said.

If he saw the wet big black dog, Harry would be in even bigger trouble. So he stood up in a flash and stood in front of the big black dog.

The door of the castle administrator's office was pushed open, and Filch stared at Harry with a pair of angry eyes.

Then he moved on to the envelope of the correspondence course on the table.

"Have you - have you seen - how dare you..." Filch's face turned red in an instant, and he asked incoherently.

Harry was about to explain, but Filch didn't give him the chance.

"You guessed it, didn't you?" Harry had never seen Filch so angry, even when Fred and George threw dung bombs at him, his eyes didn't bulge like this.

"...Guess what?" Harry repeated uneasily, taking a small step back, and then stopped immediately because his leg had touched the nose of the big dog behind him.

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"What can a second-year wizard do with that little stick?" Filch spit wildly, approaching Harry step by step, "Make a little spark? Make a flash? Make a stink?"

"I know you all look down on me! Everyone in the castle - even Hagrid with a broken wand is better than me!" Filch stretched out ten bony fingers, as if he would strangle Harry's neck in the next second.

"I don't look down on you!" Harry hurriedly defended himself, but he agreed with him a little in his heart.

"Even...even if I am a - a squib!" Filch breathed heavily, as if he would be out of breath in the next second, "That's not a reason for you to insult me!"

Filch's hands did not strangle Harry's neck in the end, but pushed him hard.

The muddy water under Harry's feet was slippery, and there was a big dog behind him that tripped him, so he fell straight to the ground.

"Ouch!"

The Quidditch uniform was specially thickened at the chest, elbows, knees and buttocks, and it was now covered with water. Therefore, Harry didn't feel much pain when he fell, he just got scared.

"Woof!" But the big black dog behind him didn't think so, barking and rushing towards Filch.

Not only was the big black dog's hair black, but even his tongue and eyes were black. Even if it stayed there, it would be difficult to tell which side was the head and which side was the tail without careful observation.

But when it showed its white teeth, people who saw it would immediately know that this black mass was not easy to mess with.

Filch was startled and just took half a step back, he was bitten on the leg by the big black dog.

Under the dim light, Filch waved his arms around, thinking that Harry had used some dark magic on him.

"I'm a faculty member! You'll be expelled!" Filch shouted, reaching out to pull the growling creature off his leg.

The black dog let go of his thigh, which had already started bleeding, and bit Filch's left hand again, tearing it back with all his strength.

With his injured thigh, Filch couldn't keep his balance, and stumbled to the ground.

His fall was a disaster.

Didn't it just put his fragile neck in the mouth of the black dog?

So the beast with a fierce look in its eyes let go of its skinny palm that had a row of blood holes bitten out, and bit Filch's neck.

"Don't!" Harry, who was sitting on the side and was stunned, came to his senses at this time. He didn't expect the friendly black dog to suddenly start attacking Filch, so he hurried forward to stop it and grabbed its thick black tail.

Harry's pull did save Filch's life. The sharp canine teeth passed behind his ear, and a bloody gap extended directly above his eyebrow.

The blood blurred Filch's vision, and he couldn't even see what bit him. The severe pain made him use his hands and feet to retreat.

Even though Harry was holding his tail, the big black dog still barked and pounced on Filch, taking Harry with him and rushing forward a long distance.

The hot breath blew on Filch's face, deepening his fear.

"Spare me!" Filch shouted, while protecting his head with his injured left hand, and crawling towards the door of the office with all his hands and feet.

Although Harry looked thin in the Quidditch team, he was not short in fact. The body of a young boy was quite heavy. The big black dog, whose tail was held, couldn't break free for a while, and could only drag Harry towards the door little by little.

Taking advantage of this little delay, Filch raised his upper body, turned the door handle and escaped.

Filch staggered a few steps with his injured leg when he went out, and fell to the ground again.

It turned out that the bite of the big black dog on his leg had directly pierced the artery on the inside of his thigh, not to mention that the dagger-like canine teeth had also cut the artery behind his ear.

Blood gushed out from both wounds, and Filch only managed to crawl forward a few steps before he completely fainted.

The big black dog, whose tail was grabbed, became even more anxious when he saw the prey disappear, and actually turned back to lick Harry's face.

The wet, hot, and rough tongue licked Harry's face, giving him goose bumps, and he subconsciously reached out to wipe it.

The force holding the big black dog's tail weakened with this wipe, and it pulled forward, broke free of its tail, and rushed out of the office following the blood trail left by Filch.

Harry thought it was not good, and quickly drew out his wand and rushed to the corridor.

But there was no big black dog in the corridor, only poor old Filch lying in a pool of blood. Harry stepped forward a few steps to check his injuries.

He had just squatted down when Snape's furious voice came from the other end of the corridor: "What on earth did you do! Potter!"

"Oh - it's over." Harry sighed in his heart. If there was anyone he didn't want to meet at this time, it would be Snape.

"I just played a ball game in the rain and left some mud in the corridor. How come so many things happened suddenly?"