Hogwarts: Breaking off the engagement at the beginning and marrying Hermione instead

"Eat...eat...eat clean……"

Brown couldn't help but pause when he heard the faint sound coming from afar.

"What's wrong, Braun?"

Daphne asked in confusion.

Braun shook his head:

"It's nothing. I just ate too much.

Let's go back quickly."

"Harry Potter?"

Zabini pointed at Harry Potter standing in the hallway.

"He should have just come back from training.

It has nothing to do with us. Let's go, I saw Filch."

Braun whispered.

Although Zabini said that he was not afraid of Filch, his fear of Filch did not decrease at all.

Hearing this, he stopped watching and hurried downstairs.

"Sir, have you seen anyone?

Harry looked towards Browne in confusion.

When he saw nothing, he looked away.

"Nothing! Harry, give me some advice. Should I be able to join the Headhunters Club?"

"Yes, it should be."

Nick was very satisfied with Harry Potter's recognition and continued;

"That's right, most people would agree. How can it not be considered decapitation?

Anyone who is chopped off by a 40-jin axe for more than a dozen times is considered decapitation. As for the skin and tendons that are connected, don't I want to make it easier for the executioner?

Of course not. I suffered much more pain, but they just don't do it so cleanly.……"

Listening to Nick's incessant chatter, Harry was ready to say goodbye.

He was very cold now, and it rained heavily in the evening.

But it still did not affect their training.

Under the pressure of captain Wood, they played in the heavy rain.

The feeling of rain sliding down the collar into the skin was really not pleasant.

But what can they do?

Slytherin obtained seven Nimbus 2001s sponsored by Malfoy. According to Fred who inquired about the news, the speed of those brooms was as fast as a gust of wind. They disappeared in a whoosh.

Most of the brooms used by their team were ordinary sweeping series.

The only faster broom was the Nimbus 2000 in Harry's hand.

So in order to win, Wood had to pin his hopes on crazy training in the hope of defeating Slytherin.

"Meow……"

A skinny cat with bright eyes came over, staring at Harry's robes that were dripping mud onto the ground.

"Harry, I think you should go!

Filch was in a bad mood today. Someone threw fireworks into his office in the afternoon.

He was so angry that he hung up those little wizards.

If Professor McGonagall hadn't arrived in time, I dare say Filch would have beaten them severely.

And you got mud and water on the ground again, run quickly and don't get caught by Filch."

Harry's heart shuddered when he heard it. Just when he was about to run, he saw Filch coming around the corner. Compared with last semester, Filch's dressing standard has improved significantly. His originally unchanging bitter face now always has a cheerful smile. Of course, he became a bitter face again when he was angry at this moment.

"Harry Potter! I just cleaned the floor this afternoon.

Why did you make it dirty again?"

"Sir...I……"

Harry tried to explain, hoping for a lucky break, but was interrupted before he could finish his words:

"I don't want to hear your explanations! (To read exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

You threw fireworks into my office and made muddy water on the floor.

Come with me to my office! I'm going to teach you a lesson that will never be forgotten!"

As he spoke, he grabbed Harry's collar and dragged him to the office despite his resistance.

From time to time, he waved his wand to clean up the muddy water on the floor.

"I must propose to the headmaster that he should reinstate corporal punishment for unruly little wizards! []

No, I will also tell the Ministry of Magic! Let the Ministry of Magic put pressure on Hogwarts."

Filch muttered as he took out a form.

He stared at Harry with ill intent and then wrote:

"Harry Potter! Deliberately dirty the corridor, punishment……"

""Bang!"

Something fell from the upper floor.

There was a muffled sound, and the sound was so loud that dust kept falling from the roof of the office, choking Filch and causing him to cough continuously.

""Ahem! Squirtle! That stupid guy is causing me trouble again!

I will teach him a lesson this time!

And you!

Just wait here. If I come back and find you gone, I will teach you a lesson."

Then he ran upstairs angrily with his wand.

Harry stood in Filch's office and sighed.

If he had known, he would not have chatted with Nick.

Wouldn't there be less trouble if he had returned to the lounge earlier?

He looked around the office bored and saw an envelope on the table.

Out of curiosity, Harry went over to take a look.

"To Mr. Filch, Vice President of the Squib Association.

Mr. Filch, I am a Squib. I feel like my life is about to be ruined, and I hope to be able to...

Your friend Adissepalla"

"The Squib Federation? Filch is the vice president? But can't he use magic?"

Harry thought with some confusion.

"Harry! What are you doing?"

710 Filch stormed in and caught Harry reading a letter.

"Reading my letter? Who gave you the guts?"

Filch snatched the letter and stuffed it into the drawer.

"Tell me, what did you see?"

Harry was also a little angry at this moment. The dissatisfaction of playing in the rain and the anger of being scolded at this moment all emerged at the same time:

"I saw that you are the vice president of the Squib Union! You deceived those Squibs! You obviously know magic!"

Filch's face sank for a moment, but then he showed a nervous smile:

"yes,���I can do magic. But I used to be a pathetic Squib!

I really envy you people, who can acquire magical abilities naturally without doing anything."

Harry was a little frightened by Filch, and stammered:

"You, you lied! A Squib can't have magic!"

"Yes, but what you said is old news! Times have changed! Well, let's talk about your punishment!

You, Mr. Harry Potter, are punished to clean the first floor of the castle for a week.

And you are punished to read the letters and clean the chamber pots in the infirmary.