I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Rove found that tonight was probably his unlucky night.

First, when leaving the principal's office, he ran into Professor Snape.

After a wave of yin and yang output, the professor claimed that Rove walked too loudly, which affected the rest of the Slytherin students... and deducted five points from Hufflepuff.

Merlin's briefs!

Mrs. Luo was on the eighth floor, and the Slytherin common room was under the Black Lake. With this vertical distance, even if he set off fireworks on the roof, the little snakes would not be able to hear him!

Why don't you say that the smell of your big oily head also affects the air quality and smokes the little wizard in Hufflepuff?

Of course, Rove didn't say this out loud. He didn't want to let Hufflepuff deduct twenty points on the first night of school, and get a confinement package by the way.

Then, when the boy returned the same way, he suddenly found himself... lost.

There are a total of 142 stairs in Hogwarts, and they can move everywhere. There is no such thing as "the original path".

Some steps are veritable street killers. When you step on them, they will suddenly disappear. If you stop your foot, it will appear again. If you want to step over it, it will rise directly...almost provocative!

Some roads are blocked by a wall at the end, you have to poke in the right place, it will open, poke in the wrong place, it is as solid as a rock.

As a beginner, Rove plunged into the complex staircase system of Hogwarts, just like swimming in a coiled hole. get lost!

It's not that he is incapable, it's that the enemy has too many tricks, he can't hold on for too long before he has to surrender, and he is frequently taken down by tricky stairs.

Rove can fully imagine Ravenclaw's bad taste, excitement and listlessness when designing the stairs. She may even often observe the little wizard's woes through the crystal ball.

Poor Rove walked around for ten minutes, still spinning around on the fourth floor, so he had no choice but to open the window, ready to jump out, and then come in from the first floor.

Rove was standing sideways near the window, just about to flip out, when he suddenly turned his head and looked into the corner.

A skinny cat with dark gray fur stared at him with bulging eyes like light bulbs.

When it saw Rove, it turned around and ran, and Rove quickly chased after it.

As a senior professor of the Institute of Cat Morality, he has sufficient years of experience and skills in handling cats. At the fastest time, he once captured the heart of a cat within one minute.

This cat must know the way better than Rove, right?

After chasing two corridors, the cat disappeared. Rove heard the slight sound and turned his head to look, feeling horrified.

A ferocious face appeared by the window, and the man hung a lantern on the cage frame of the colonnade, but the light was dim, fluttering with the wind, and with a puff, the light went out.

The fleeting light added a bit of horror to the atmosphere.

Rove had scared Hermione all day, and now he was a little scared himself.

The man took off the lantern again, took out a brand new candle that was bright red like blood from his sleeve, lit the candle instantly, put it in the lantern, and hung it on the porch pillar again.

The lantern swayed slightly, and the lights shone in the corridor.

Filch, who was watching the night with a lantern, became excited when he saw Rove. He laughed and said:

"On the first night of school, I caught the night tour students, Mrs. Norris, well done! Let's see who the little villain is!!"

"Sir, I am a student of Hufflepuff College. After the dinner, I was called to the office by Dumbledore." Rove explained.

"Will I believe your lies?" Filch sneered: "Last school year, I caught a Gryffindor student, and he said he had somnambulism, and he came out of sleepwalking!"

"There is also a Ravenclaw student who was still stubborn when I found out, saying that he didn't want to disturb the students in the dormitory and wanted to study by the lights in the corridor."

"I even met a Slytherin student who said he was kidnapped from the bed by a dark wizard to the restricted area of ​​the library!!"

"Which of these reasons is not more creative than yours? Your reasons are all bad. Among the night tour students I caught, the frequency of occurrence can be ranked among the top five."

"..."

Rove was speechless. This reason has been compiled to 2022 in the Western calendar, so there is no reason to use it.

"But I didn't lie, you can go to Professor Dumbledore to prove that what I said is true."

"You're still talking hard, you must be trying to escape midway, and I'm going to send you to Snape." Filch laughed.

Regardless of whether the reason is true or not, according to Snape's personality, as long as he is not a student of his own college, ten points will be deducted first... There are so many professors in Hogwarts, and Snape is very fond of Filch.

If Filch were a professor, to catch a student would have to be hung from the ceiling and drawn by a belt.

"Even if you go to Professor Snape, you still have to send me to the principal's office." Rove chuckled lightly:

"He was just about to go in when I got back from the principal's office."

Filch frowned, wondering if Rove's words were true.

When the administrator was in trouble, Mrs. Norris at his feet suddenly sneezed a few times, and her eyes became moist.

Rove observed Mrs. Norris and walked towards it.

"Boy, what are you doing?" Filch growled. "What are you doing so close?"

"Your cat seems to be sick," Rove explained.

"Nonsense!" Filch said angrily, "under my care, Mrs. Norris doesn't know how healthy she is!"

Rove sighed, looking at the sneezing cat, his voice was not heavy, but he said firmly:

"Is it sneezing and coughing, tearing, increased nasal secretions, loss of appetite, and depression recently?"

Filch opened his mouth, his throat was a little dry.

"Looking at you like this, you're right. These symptoms... I'm pretty sure that it's cat magic virus rhinotracheitis." Rove shook his head and said in a professional tone:

"Adult cats usually don't die from this kind of disease, but they will suffer from it for a long time. Look at how thin your cat is now..."

Filch suddenly panicked. He stared at Rove and said viciously:

"If you dare to lie to me, I will let Professor Snape lock you in the dungeon..."

"What did I lie to you for?" Rove revealed casually, "Oh, just now in the principal's office, Dumbledore wanted to see my dentist. He thought the potion made by Professor Snape was terrible."

"You can also take Mrs. Norris to the Fantastic Beasts store in Diagon Alley to see if their judgment is consistent with mine?

But the price of their treatment is high, and I charge very cheap, and their medical skills are not as good as mine. "

"You still treat?" Filch was very surprised.

"Of course, every Scamander is the best veterinarian." Rove smiled.

Filch decided to send an owl to consult tomorrow, but tonight...

"Come with me! I'll take you back to the Hufflepuff lounge!"

"Thank you, Mr. Filch." Rove said politely.

Filch walked in the front with a lantern in his arms, holding the sickly Mrs. Norris in his arms. Although he was a squib, he was like a human-shaped map. He led Rove through several secret passages and brought him to a building.

"I'll meet you at the Hufflepuff table tomorrow!" Filch said.

"No problem, I'll wait for you."

Rove waved his hand and walked towards the Hufflepuff lounge along the corridor, but halfway there, he suddenly remembered that he didn't know where the entrance to the Hufflepuff lounge was, let alone how to get in!

Ah, I have done enough foreplay, and I just shivered at the door, but I couldn't find the entrance. What's the matter?

Rove walked aimlessly along the corridor, and found a pile of large wooden barrels on the dark stone trough, and a teenager sitting there.

"Neville, why are you here?" Rove asked in surprise.

"Thank goodness, you're finally back, Rove." Neville stood up and trotted happily towards the boy.

"I'm worried that after you came back from the principal's office, you didn't know how to enter the academy, so you have been waiting here for you..."

Rove raised his head and looked seriously into Neville's sincere eyes. He was used to indifference, but he was a little moved for a while, and he couldn't get used to it.

"Thank you." Rove patted Neville on the shoulder.

"Thank you, we are good friends." Neville laughed. He walked to the pile of wooden barrels and whispered:

"The prefect said that the entrance to our college is behind this pile of wooden barrels. If you want to enter the lounge, you don't need to say a password, just follow the rhythm of 'Helga Hufflepuff' and tap on the wooden barrels... ..."

Rove looked at Neville expectantly, only to see the young man draw out his wand, and only tapped the barrel twice before his body stiffened suddenly.

"Is this the end?" Rove asked.

Neville was embarrassed for a moment, and said with a sad face, "Rofe, I seem to have forgotten how to knock..."

"..."

A wooden barrel was suddenly opened, and there was a bang, and the vinegar in the barrel fell on the heads of the two people, drenching them both.

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