Hogwarts Card Drawer

"That's it." Kronos looked up at the room on the third floor that turned left under the stairs. This is Filch's office. He came to Filch today to discuss the cost of teaching materials.

Most of the students had never been to Filch's office, and they were afraid to avoid it! Chronos was no exception. The last time he went there was only Filch's bedroom.

There was only an oil lamp hanging from the ceiling, no windows, and the smell of fried fish. Several large wooden cabinets were leaning against the wall, which were used to store the files of students who violated discipline, and it was written in detail who did what bad deeds and was punished for what. Fred and George's files took up an entire drawer. A shiny pair of chains and manacles hung just behind the wall of Filch's desk. Everyone at school knew that he often begged Headmaster Dumbledore to allow him to hang students upside down from the ceiling. Rather than saying it is an office, it is more appropriate to say that it is a cell for interrogating prisoners.

Kronos subconsciously looked through the wooden filing cabinets to see if he could find the Marauder's Map.

"Dragon dung," Filch said angrily from outside the door, "that fire-breathing monster...frog brains...rat pee...I've had enough...Where's the form...here... ..."

The door slammed open, and Kronos was sure it had been kicked open.

Chronos looked at Filch, who was angry at the door, and Harry Potter, who was soaked and covered in mud.

"Just a bit of mud," said Harry, his head hanging, very depressed.

"For you, that's another hour of cleaning for me!" Filch exclaimed. A drop of nasal water wobbled and fell from his bulbous nostril.

Filch turned around and was about to grab a quill from the desk, but he saw Chronos sitting behind the desk with a smile on his face.

"Slug...Professor Slughorn, why are you here?" Filch's tone immediately became respectful, as if he was the same as the old man who was so angry that he seemed to choose someone to kill.

He changed face so quickly that Harry's jaw dropped in shock.

"Didn't you send a letter asking me to come this afternoon?" Kronos shook the paper in his hand, and Harry saw that it was full of crooked small characters.

"Oh, yes. That's right." Filch suddenly seemed agitated, and he took out a crumpled statistical form and a bag full of Galleons from his pocket.

"This is the amount I got from selling your books this month, and the names and quantities of all buyers are recorded on it." Filch also thoughtfully helped Chronos light a lamp, but Kronos frowned at Erqi's fine print.

I don’t know, Filch actually sold more than 200 May 3 books, almost all of them were Slytherin students, followed by Gryffindor, and only a small part of the students were Ravenclaws. and Hufflepuff's. This is not what surprised Kronos. What surprised him most was that more than 200 books were sold, and only 20 or 30 people passed the test to attend the class. Especially among the students of Slytherin, only Daphne passed the test in the end.

Kronos thought that Slytherin would be bad, but he didn't expect them to be so miserable. No wonder Professor Snape looked at him very unfriendly recently.

Kronos looked at the bag of Galleons on the table again. Filch had made an unmarked stretchable bag somewhere, otherwise it really wouldn't be able to hold more than two thousand Galleons. Chronos snapped his fingers, and the strap split into two, one big and one small.

"According to the agreement, Mr. Filch. You should get 20% of the sales profit, and this bag of Galleons is yours." Kronos pushed the smaller bag down in front of Filch.

"Thank you, thank you, Professor Slughorn.

"Filch nodded his head like a cat, and bent even lower. Although it was only 20% of the total profit, there were still four hundred Galleons. That's what he spent working at Hogwarts for two months. Wages! Filch poured all the Galleons on the table, and the golden gold coins shone dazzlingly under the light.

After dealing with all this, Kronos looked at Harry who was still standing at the door. The dripping muddy water on his trousers almost covered the entire office.

"Hi, Harry. Long time no see. I heard you came to Hogwarts with a flying car. How is it? Which is better, a broomstick or a car?" Kronos felt that he must be messing with Snape. If there are too many, I feel weird when I open my mouth.

At this moment, Filch wiped his snot and said, "Professor Slughorn, I'm in the corridor..."

"I know, Mr. Filch. I know." Chronos interrupted Filch's complaint. "How about leaving him to me, Mr. Filch."

"Of course, Professor Slughorn." Filch replied respectfully, he did not dare to disobey Chronos' order.

"Let's go, Harry." Kronos turned to Harry and said, "Do you still want to stay here and enjoy evening tea with Mr. Filch?"

Harry shuddered at the word "evening tea". He looked at Filch's paralyzed face, looking at the eerie room. Harry followed Chronos without hesitation.

In the quiet corridor, apart from the footsteps of the two people one after the other, there was also the sound of dripping water.

"Thank you, thank you, Professor Slughorn," Harry said to Chronos, who was walking ahead.

"Don't be so alien, just call me Chronos as before." Chronos hugged Harry behind him, not caring that his mud-stained clothes touched his wizard robes.

"Well, Chronos," said Harry gratefully.

"Listen to me, Harry. I want to ask if you've heard any strange sounds recently?" Kronos whispered in Harry's ear.

"Strange sound?" Harry frowned, as if searching his mind for the strange sound Chronos had mentioned.

"It's a voice that no one can hear except you." Kronos looked at Harry and narrowed his search.

Harry thought about it for a while, and finally shook his head regretfully. Chronos looked at Harry, wondering whether he should be sad or happy about the news. It was still pouring rain outside the window, and the sky was as dark as ink, but Chronos' face in the castle was illuminated by the candlelight in the corridor.