The Druid Master of Hogwarts

"Sorry, Wood, we were too impulsive..."

The three of them walked out of Professor McGonagall's office, and Harry apologized to Wood in a muffled voice, if he and Ron hadn't taken the lead, they wouldn't have caused Wood to be punished together.

However, Wood didn't care, he waved his hand and said, "I wanted to beat that guy in Flint for a long time, and my wish was fulfilled today."

The relationship between Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint, both captains of the Quidditch team, was not much better than that of Harry and Malfoy, or even worse.

Although they said that, they couldn't be happy when they were locked up. Even in the face of a sumptuous lunch, Harry and Ron kept sighing.

"Fortunately, Professor McGonagall didn't add your confinement, and added a Wood to help you clean the trophy."

Hermione spent the morning soaking in the library, and didn't know what happened on the Quidditch pitch until lunch. She said with a look of course: "You guys are indeed breaking the school rules."

"Just helped Ron, thanks," Harry corrected.

The thought of having to face that troublesome guy from Lockhart at night made him irritably scratch the plate with his fork, scratching the mashed potato patties on the plate.

"Even if I have a helper, there are at least a hundred trophies in that room!" Ron's mood was not very good. "Can't use magic! I'm not as good at scrubbing as Muggles."

However, Harry, who is often supported by his uncle and aunt to do housework, is envious of Ron's work. He would rather scrub and wash than go to help Lockhart to reply to fans.

But unfortunately, they cannot exchange tasks autonomously.

Just as the two sighed, the time soon came to eight o'clock in the evening, Ron and Wood went to the prize showroom on the fourth floor, while Harry went to the third floor alone and knocked on the door of Lockhart's office.

"My God! There must be more than a hundred trophies here!"

When Ron and Wood came to the prize showroom with buckets and rags, and saw the dense rows of trophies and medals, they were all in a bad mood.

There were more trophies and medals inside than he had imagined.

"Do we have to wipe them off tonight?"

Even Wood's face was pale, he turned to look at Filch, who was supervising the work, and asked in a trembling voice.

"Of course," Filch smiled grimly, "how else can you make your little rascals understand your mistakes?"

Then he smacked his lips regretfully, and said, "It's a pity that the ingredients for the potion that Professor Snape ordered haven't arrived yet, otherwise he's going to pick one of you to help him process the ingredients... If I say so, I should send you confinement to separate."

Ron and Wood Qiqi shivered, not daring to continue talking nonsense, they picked up the rag and wiped the trophy in the room vigorously.

Filch kept wandering around them like a ghost as they wiped, noting every now and then what they missed...even if it was just a tiny speck of dust in a crevice.

With the existence of convenient magic spells, the wizard basically did not do any housework,

Ron and Wood clumsily wiped the trophy and had to deal with Filch's stings, and their arms were sore after only a few wipes.

However, as time went on, although the two became more and more tired, the work in their hands gradually became more proficient, and the efficiency was improved a little more than at the beginning. They can actually do it pretty smoothly.

"Meow~"

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Just when the two of them were getting better and they had wiped about a third of the trophy, a cat meow suddenly sounded outside the door, and a round-headed and round-headed kitten pushed its head against the door of the showroom and came in. .

"Fish?"

Filch, who had always had a gloomy face, suddenly smiled, and the wrinkles on the ugly old face became much softer.

He took out a bag of dried fish from his arms, shook it twice, and greeted Feixu, "Come on, I just made this in the evening, it's fresh."

Fish crept in through the crack of the door, walked lightly to Filch's side, and then transformed into a cat-like figure, taking the bag from his hand.

"Good evening, Argus... Are Ron and Oliver locked up, meow?"

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While chewing on the dried fish, Fisher tilted his head to look at the two who were still fighting with the trophy.

"Yes, they violated the school rules and were punished by Professor McGonagall here to wipe the trophy. You can't help."

In order to prevent Fish from helping Ron and Wood with the spell, Filch moved out of Professor McGonagall directly.

"Fishu won't help me!"

In the kitten's worldview, if they are caught in trouble, they deserve to be punished... Who made them accidentally caught? If, like him and the twins, he wasn't caught easily, wouldn't it be all right?

So Ron and Wood were locked up because they were too stupid, and Fish wouldn't have sympathy for them.

"I'm here to sleep, meow!"

Quickly disposing of a bag of small dried fish, Fish patted the crumbs on his hands and explained his purpose to Filch.

Filch also knew about Fish's hobby of sleeping trophies, and Mrs. Norris had the same hobby, and would come here to take a nap every now and then.

So he pointed to the fruits of Ron and Wood's labor and said, "Oh, those trophies have been wiped clean."

Fischer looked around, picked a trophy that he usually liked, and ran over.

Just when Fish was about to change back into his original form and jump in, he suddenly stopped.

"Sniff..."

Feishu twitched his little nose and sniffed it twice, his brows involuntarily twitched.

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The smell of the stain remover brightener on it is a bit heavy, and Fish doesn't like it very much.

So he took his wand out of his pocket.

"Deodorant and odor removal!"

(●φωφ●)つ━☆?*.

After casting a deodorant spell on the trophy, Fishu nodded with satisfaction, and turned into a cat and got into it.

But instead of sleeping, he put his head on the edge of the trophy and watched with interest Ron and Wood rubbing the trophy there.

Anyway, even if they are sleeping, they are just dozing off, so it would be more interesting to watch them shut down.

Fish shook his ears, and the tip of his tail was upturned, quite comfortable, in stark contrast to Ron and Wood at work.

And after a while, Mrs. Norris, who was patrolling for Filch outside, also slipped in. Following Fish's way, she found a trophy to hide and joined the team watching Ron and Wood. Talk to Feishu in Cat Language.

Although it felt weird to be stared at by two cats, Ron and Wood were relieved.

Because Filch finally stopped walking beside the two of them, but moved a chair and sat next to Fish and Mrs. Norris, scratching the chin for the two cats and feeding the little fish.

And Fish also took out the magic comb that Professor McGonagall gave him, and used it to comb himself and Mrs. Norris.

After watching around like this for a long time, Fei Xu, who was gradually getting bored, closed his eyes, adjusted his posture, and fell asleep...

"Ah! Finally done!"

Ron's long sigh woke up Fisher, and he stuck his head out of the trophy.

I saw Ron and Wood slumped back to back on the ground, looking exhausted.

After checking all the trophies carefully, Filch hummed softly and said, "It's hard for you to pass."

"Argus, their confinement is over meow?"

Fish jumped out of the trophy and asked.

"Yes," Filch replied reluctantly, "if I say they should give them a little more work, knowing that this job was originally for Weasley alone."

"Oh, don't worry about that kind of trivial things, meow."

(●φωφ●)ヅ

Fish slapped his arm twice, then called into the air, "Comy!"

"What is your order? Master Feixu?"

The house-elf appeared in front of him instantly.

"Bring me some food, meow."

"as you wish!"

The next moment, a wooden table full of food appeared in front of everyone.

As Fish walked to the table and sat down, he greeted the others, "Norris, Argus, Ron, Oliver, come and have supper together, meow."

Mrs. Norris immediately jumped to the dining table, picked up a boiled shrimp and gnawed it.

Ron and Wood, on the other hand, looked at Filch for a moment before they awkwardly took a seat beside Fish.

That is to say, there is an invitation from Feixu, otherwise, if you want to let the two people who are disgusted with each other sit and eat together, it will only be time for the school to hold a banquet.

The three of them ate the food on the table without saying a word, and the atmosphere seemed a little weird.

But Fish was oblivious to all of this, and he was now enjoying his meal.

"Meow?!"

Just as the food on the table was about to be eaten, Fish's cat ears suddenly turned, and then he abruptly stopped his gobbling movement and turned his head to look at the ground in the direction of his right hand.

"What's wrong? Fish?"

Ron swallowed the chicken leg in his mouth and asked curiously.

"There's a guy provoking Fish!"

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The kitten said with a serious face, he put down the food in his hand, stood up and ran out.

"I'm going to fight him meow!"

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