I was Hermione's puppy at Hogwarts

The common room that Filch chose to stay in was the Gryffindor common room because he instinctively believed that it was the Gryffindor group of wizards who were violating school rules.

He took Lovell and Mrs. Norris to a portrait. This portrait showed an elegant and plump woman, who was sleeping soundly on the table in the portrait.

"Behind here is Gryffindor Tower, where the common room of Gryffindor House is located," Filch said, pointing to the portrait. "You need a password to enter."

He walked to the side of the corridor and waited quietly. He planned to stay here for half an hour. If he didn't find anyone, he would go to the lounges of other colleges.

Lovell sniffed and smelled an extremely mixed smell, but he could still barely distinguish the smell of Fred and George.

Filch's waiting soon came to fruition. The portrait shook and slowly opened outwards. A red-haired boy emerged from it. Behind him, a red-haired boy could still be vaguely seen.

Lovell:?

Fred? And George?!

It suddenly became nervous. It knew very well how strict Filch was to students who violated school rules, so it suddenly flashed in front of Filch, pointed at Fred and said.

"These are the helpers I'm looking for. They will help us catch the student who wanders at night!"

"Helper?" Filch looked at Fred and George suspiciously. He actually didn't quite believe this statement. If they were helpers, why didn't Lovell tell him before taking action? Look at the ghost look on their faces when they came out.

He looked sneaky and didn't look like he was here to help.

However, for the sake of Lovell, Filch chose to believe that he would let the twin brothers go tonight. Anyway, they were so unique, and he had already remembered these two people firmly. In the future, they would commit crimes.

If something happens, then count the crimes and punish them.

The top priority now is to catch the student who travels frequently at night.

So he cleared his throat and ordered Fred and George to go back immediately. Fred and George, who had been ambushed by Filch, did not dare to speak. They cast a grateful look at Lovell and turned around.

Went back to the lounge.

They knew very well that without Lovell, Filch would not be so easy to talk to, and the two of them would not be let off so lightly.

Looking at the re-closed portrait, Filch snorted coldly, turned to Lovell and Mrs. Norris and said: "Let's go, we can't achieve anything in Gryffindor tonight.

Hurry up and try your luck at a few other colleges."

The squatting operation in Gryffindor was both a success and a failure.

The success was that he did catch someone, but the failure was that the person he wanted to catch was not the person he wanted to catch, and it only had the effect of alerting the enemy - even if the annoying guy was a Gryffindor student, such a distraction

He probably won't come out either.

But today seemed to be Filch's lucky day. On the way to the Slytherin common room, Mrs. Norris smelled the scent of that student!

"I smell her scent!" She stood there, twitching her nose hard, trying to distinguish which side the smell was stronger.

Lovell also stopped, trying to find the smell in the air that Mrs. Norris had mentioned.

As he exhaled and inhaled again and again, Lovell felt that he had succeeded. It had a very fresh smell, like the fragrance of violets.

"Did you smell it?" A look of joy appeared on Filch's face, and he quickly urged: "Can you smell where he went?"

"Okay." Lovell nodded. He could smell the difference in the intensity of the smell, and based on common sense, he could find the source of the smell as long as he moved towards a place with a stronger smell.

Lovell took the lead and walked towards the direction he identified, and Filch followed him expectantly.

At the same time, two corridors away from Lovell and the others, a black-haired girl was holding a wand and walking slowly in the darkness. The faint light from the tip of her wand illuminated her way forward in the darkness.

As for getting lost.

As she walked, she suddenly frowned: She heard a sound. Was it the professor on night watch?

The girl decisively dodged and hid in a nearby classroom. To be on the safe side, she also cast a disembodiment spell on herself.

Just as she was confidently waiting for the storm to pass, the classroom door creaked open, and a figure holding an oil lamp stepped into the classroom.

Filch?! The girl's eyes widened in surprise: Wasn't he sick? How could he still have the energy to patrol the night? Madam Pomfrey's medicine was so effective? How did he find himself here?

The girl had a bad premonition in her heart.

"Are you sure this is where it is?" the girl saw Filch asking a silver dumpling. What surprised her even more was that the silver dumpling could actually speak human language.

"I'm sure the smell here is very strong, and it's not just the smell, but also the temperature, breathing, heartbeat..." Lovell paced in the classroom and finally came to the girl, "Although I can't see it, I can feel it.

Come out to your presence, curfew violators."

The girl raised her eyebrows: I asked why I couldn't hide it from Filch this time. It turned out that I found a helper with a sensitive nose!

Filch came over with a gloomy expression, and threatened the "air" in front of him fiercely: "Are you going to come out on your own, or will you let me catch you?"

The girl who was blocked in the corner was very upset. She was regretting why she didn't bring the dung eggs and smoke bombs from Zuko's Joke Shop, so that she could at least have a chance to escape.

Continuous success made her careless. She shook her head and took the initiative to lift the phantom spell on her body.

After the figure appeared, Filch's eyes widened in surprise: "It's actually you?!"

The girl in front of her is wearing a green uniform, has long black thick hair, a beautiful face, and black lip gloss on her lips, giving people the impression that no strangers are allowed to enter her.

"Who is she?" Lovell only knew Fred and George. He knew no one except them.

Filch spoke very fast because of his excitement. He told Lovell that the person in front of him was Gemma Farley, the prefect of Slytherin House!

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My condition was terrible. My fever went down to 37.5 in the morning, but then it went back to 38.5 at noon. I slept most of the day, woke up for a few minutes and then continued to fall asleep... I felt very uncomfortable. I didn't eat anything, so I showed off a can of yellow peaches.

Canned food and a big tangerine. Let’s make a bowl of porridge later in the evening.

Please try not to get infected!!!

Speaking of which, today seems to be Christmas, so I wish everyone a Merry Christmas.