Snakes at Hogwarts

Maybe they were making too much noise.

Or maybe Neville's last few roars were too penetrating.

No matter what, they have attracted the attention of Filch's British country cat, Mrs. Norris.

At this moment, this scrawny dark gray pet cat had long disappeared. It must have gone to find its owner Filch.

I don’t know why, but the connection between it and its owner is extremely close, and Filch seems to be able to easily understand his inner thoughts of loving cats.

This is actually a question worth exploring.

After all, Filch obviously wasn't a cat-talker.

He couldn't speak or understand cat language, otherwise this special connection wouldn't exist just between him and Mrs. Norris.

According to Andros's judgment, there is probably a kind of telepathy between them similar to the one between him and Ivar. This may be the only connection with magic that the poor old Squib can have.

Or maybe they have established an extraordinary tacit understanding in their long lives.

According to the information Andros learned, Mrs. Norris had been with Filch before 1984. By now, they had been together day and night for at least seven years.

As for the reason why Filch and Mrs. Norris cooperate so well, this is the most reasonable explanation that Andros can think of.

As for the name Filch gave it, Mrs. Norris, there may be some unknown love story in it.

Because no matter how you think about it, it sounds like the name of a noblewoman whose status is very different from Filch.

Of course, now was not the time to ponder these questions or pity Filch.

They are not out of danger yet

"Let's go, that damn smelly cat must have gone to find his owner." Zabini kept cursing.

Based on the experience of those mischievous and troublemakers who often violated school rules, Mrs. Norris would definitely find Filch as soon as possible.

And if the distance between them is very close, Filch will come over in less than 5 minutes, wheezing and panting.

This old guy who has lived in the castle for who knows how many years is definitely one of the people who are most familiar with Hogwarts Castle.

Filch knows most of the secret passages in the castle, which means that he can always easily catch the troublemakers who escape. Even the Weasley brothers are often caught by Filch when they don't have the Marauder's Map. , which shows how powerful he is.

Maybe at the next turn, Filch would suddenly appear from the shadows, catch the escaping snakes, and then take them to his little shabby office.

This sense of unknown made Andros feel a little irritable, and beside him, Draco and Zabini were still arguing endlessly.

"If you hadn't wasted so much time on humiliating those defeated Gryffindors, we would have gone back to the lounge by now."

Zabini was still complaining to Draco as he ran towards the stairs leading to the lower level.

"Nonsense, as if you weren't happily humiliating Potter with me just now," Draco shot back angrily.

"Stop making noise. Do you want to be caught?"

Damn it, haven't the two of them vented all their energy from just now to the duel?

Andros stopped the quarrel between the two angrily. He was more nervous than anyone else now.

Because Ivar is still with him

What if Filch or other professors discovered that he had secretly raised an adult python that was nearly eight meters long and weighed over fifty kilograms?

Then maybe Hogwarts really says goodbye to itself.

Remember what Hagrid said about how he was expelled?

In terms of size alone, Ivar's size is even more exaggerated than those Acromantulas, whose average size is only fifteen feet.

Of course, the risk levels of the two are completely unequal.

This kind of dangerous creature rated xxxxx by the Ministry of Magic is no longer something that ordinary wizards can provoke.

What, you ask me, if this thing is so dangerous, why did Potter and Ron dare to go deep into the dangerous Forbidden Forest to look for the Eight-Eyed Spider in their second year?

That's why I said that Gryffindors are all so fond of seeking death.

In their dictionary, the word seeking death and a great adventure probably mean the same thing.

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"Slow down." When approaching the stairwell where they came from, Andros suddenly stopped several people. He vaguely heard some movement.

"Shh hush."

The little snakes slowed down one after another, and in the dark corridor, only pairs of panicked eyes and slight gasps were left.

Andros stood at the front of the team. He listened carefully with his ears tilted, and the sound coming from the stairwell was gradually becoming clearer.

"Hoo hoo hoo darling, don't worry, we will definitely catch those guys wandering at night."

That was the sound Andros wanted to hear the last thing in his life, Filch's voice.At this moment, he was probably comforting the restless Mrs. Norris while panting heavily and running towards the corridor on the fourth floor.

It is not difficult to deduce from the increasingly clear voices and the lights flickering on the wall that Filch will be able to come out of the corner of the stairwell in just ten seconds.

Damn it, how did this old guy come so fast?

How to do

What should I do

Time no longer allowed Andros to think, he had to make a decision immediately.

"Damn it, it's Filch, run, run, let's run back."

Grabbing Pansy, who had not yet come to her senses, Andros took the snakes and fled along the path they came from.

Disorganized footsteps suddenly sounded in the dark corridor. He took the girl's smooth little hand and ignored the girl's exclamation and the soft touch from his palm. At this moment, Andros had no time to think about this.

"Who is there, damn kid, stop right here"

Filch's angry roar came from behind them, and Andros turned around. An old guy who was breathing heavily, with a pale face, saggy cheeks, and sagging had already rushed out of the stairwell.

He had a pair of bulging black eyes and looked exactly like Mrs. Norris.

Filch was holding a lantern in his hand, and the dim light combined with such a terrifying face would definitely scare the timid little wizard half to death.

Breathing heavily, Filch chased after the fleeing people. His angry roar woke up the portraits hanging on both sides of the wall from their sleep, and the silent castle suddenly became lively.

Some of them were chattering and cursing loudly the bad guy who disturbed their sleep.Some are desperately covering their ears, hoping to fall asleep again.

"Stand still," Filch growled.

what an international joke

Hearing Filch's roar, Andros ran faster. How could he stand there stupidly and let Filch catch him?

In fact, Andros not only did not stop, but instead pushed the stationary armor on both sides to the ground as he ran.

Zabini and Draco quickly imitated the same pattern. The little snakes kept pushing down the armor on both sides, causing a series of dings to sound in the castle.

Now, no one can sleep anymore.

"Ignore the armor and run."

Fortunately, the corridor on the fourth floor is the corridor with the largest number of armors in the castle. These quaint armors, which are usually used to decorate the castle, have now become the best roadblocks to prevent Filch from catching up with the little snakes.

They quickly distanced themselves from Filch, and several of them rushed back to the trophy display room. There was no one inside, and Harry and the others had already left.

If all went well, they might be almost back in the Gryffindor common room.

"What now?" Draco asked, leaning against the wall of the corridor, breathing heavily.

"We ran in the direction they left."

Facing the opposite direction, they had just passed through a few corridors when they heard the pattering of footsteps not far away.

Immediately afterwards, the savior Potter, Ron, and Neville rushed out from the corner of the corridor in a panic.

The two groups of people almost collided.

"Why did you come back?"