Change the world from Hogwarts

Chapter Forty-Seven: Filch and Mrs. Norris

The thin witch, who looked obviously older, just subconsciously held onto her big hat and seemed hesitant to speak.

"is there a problem?"

"No, no problem, the approval note is genuine."

After putting away the batch of notes, Mrs. Pince just wrote something on a piece of parchment with a quill pen.

Then he waved his wand, and the parchment quickly shrank into a piece of proof that felt comfortable to the hand, with Connor's name vaguely floating above it.

"This is your library card. In the future, with this, you can borrow the book above from the restricted book area, but remember, if you want to borrow the next book, you must return the previous one... You can only borrow one book at a time

Borrow a copy."

"Okay, thank you, madam."

He stuffed the library card into his inner pocket and stored it with his notebook.

"Next I want to borrow this book..."Human Metamorphosis"."

"Ah... Are you sure it's this one? It's not "Powerful Potion"?"

"I'm more interested in transfiguration."

Mrs. Pince frowned slightly.

She obviously disapproved of Connor's way of choosing books, but in the end she was unable to express her disapproval and warning.

"Okay, I'll give it to you, and then I'll take you to your room."

"Wait...room?"

Connor subconsciously looked around.

"Yes, the 'remaining time at your disposal' mentioned in this approval slip is limited to being in this library. Once it is too late in the library and there is a curfew, then you can stay in this library overnight."

Speaking of this, Mrs. Pingsi's expression became even weirder.

"There are very few students who can be approved for this, let alone first-year students... Although you are Professor Dumbledore's favorite student, I still hope you will not cause trouble to me, let alone in the library.

What kind of noise is being made inside, and besides..."

"Meow!"

Suddenly, a cat meowed.

When Connor subconsciously looked back, he saw a skinny kitten with red eyes, like a light bulb, slowly walking into the library.

At first glance, this cat gave Connor a sick feeling, as if he was wandering on the edge of life and death.

However, beneath its unsightly appearance, it possesses a vitality that far exceeds that of ordinary animals.

Her vitality is extremely strong, as if she can live for a long time, and her steps are quite steady.

Without any sign of weakness, the cat just stepped in.

"Loris!"

Before Connor could look any further, he saw Mrs. Pince walking forward affectionately.

Even though this ugly cat of unknown breed seemed unsuitable as a pet, Mrs. Pince still hugged her enthusiastically.

"Hey, why are you here."

"Loris, my Loris, my dear, where are you?"

Following a burst of awkward and short footsteps, Connor saw a stooped old man walking into the library.

He is Argus Filch, the caretaker of Hogwarts, but he only does some chores on a daily basis. His life seems to be extremely tight, and his clothes have many patches and holes that he is reluctant to change.

After entering the library, he consciously slowed down his pace.

Rubbing his dry, calloused hands, he walked in.

"El...Mrs. Pince."

At first, he subconsciously wanted to call Mrs. Pince by her name, but in the end he chose the most polite and respectful title.

"Filch..."

Mrs. Pince sighed.

"Loris is here with me. Do you want to take her back now?"

Her voice was soft, not harsh at all like when she treated her students.

However, this attitude made Filch feel uncomfortable.

"Ah, no."

Filch subconsciously showed that flattering, flattering smile.

"Loris should be at your place. She should be at your place. If she is willing to be at your place, I will be here..."

Before Filch could finish speaking, the red-eyed old cat that was still in Mrs. Pince's arms jumped out and landed directly on Filch's shoulder.

However, this sudden impact and love were obviously too much for Filch as the owner.

His skinny little body swayed, as if it was about to be crushed by his own cat.

But fortunately, I still stood firm in the end.

He didn't use any magic in the process, nor did he take out his wand. Filch just smiled stupidly.

"Loris..."

After coming back to his senses, he looked at Mrs. Pings with restraint.

"Then, I'll leave first. There are still a few brats casting spells randomly in the corridor, waiting for me to catch them."

This was indeed Filch's job, but looking at his awkward movements, it looked like he was running away.

After seeing Filch's figure completely disappear under her gaze, Mrs. Pince came back to her senses.

"Filch, Loris..."

As if these two names had any special meaning to her, Mrs. Pince sighed.

But soon, she suddenly remembered something and turned her attention to Connor, who had always treated herself as an invisible person.

"lady?"

"Oh, by the way, I have to show you your room."

Looking calm as usual, the witch began to lead the way.

Looking at Mrs. Pince's back, Connor raised his eyebrows.

He was thinking about the relationship between Filch and Mrs. Pince. In his opinion, the previous contact could reveal many secrets.

At least, this shouldn't be the way simple colleagues would interact with each other, and that cat.

To be honest, there seemed to be nothing wrong with the cat named Loris, but the vitality and agility that were completely inconsistent with its frail appearance still made him a little concerned.

"Mrs. Pince, how old is Mrs. Norris?"

"..."

Without understanding the answer, Mrs. Pince stopped in her tracks.

She turned back and stared at Connor.

The sun shone in from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the library, but her figure looked like a giant vulture, and the shadow cast by her black robe just happened to include Connor.

"Mrs. Pince?"

"...as a cat, she is 13 years old."

"Um?"

Connor was stunned.

He only felt that what Mrs. Pingsi said revealed all kinds of weirdness, and the sentence structure was a bit awkward no matter how you looked at it.

What does it mean to be 13 years old as a cat?

Old cat?

Is it possible that there was a time when she was not a cat?

Wait, maybe it's really possible.

"Then Mrs. Norris..."

"This is your room."

Before Connor could ask any more questions, Mrs. Pince had already led him to a row of carvings.