Weasley is our king at Hogwarts

Professor McGonagall's desk was under a small peaked window, and Fred could even see the lush Quidditch pitch not far away through the window.

"Professor?" Fred called Professor McGonagall, who was working at his desk with his back turned to him.

"Well, please wait for a while, and then wait for someone else." Professor McGonagall didn't even raise her head, and was still correcting something seriously with her quill.

"Dong dong!"

The office door behind Fred rang again.

"Come in." Professor McGonagall finally turned around.

Fred stared at the office door that was pushed open. He was wearing a black robe and messy clothes. His face was covered with messy white stubble, and his long hair was also messy.

It's Filch!

Filch looked at Fred and George who were already in the office with a confused look, then looked at Professor McGonagall and asked: "Professor McGonagall, what's the matter? Call me."

"Ah, that's it. The two little wizards of Gryffindor fought with Peeves in front of the Great Hall at noon. The ground was covered with black ink, and they also used magic spells at will. How do you want to punish them? What?" Professor McGonagall briefly explained what Fred and George had done.

Filch's eyes lit up after hearing this!He was so excited that his wrinkled hands were trembling, "I see, then tie them to the basement, hang them upside down, and deprive them of food and drink for a day and a night!"

Professor McGonagall frowned, "Filch, I believe the principal will not agree with you doing this!"

"If only it had been done before! It's absolutely okay!" Filch defended with a ferocious face.

But Professor McGonagall ignored Filch at all, "Well, let them clean up the mess in front of the auditorium, um... add another one inside the auditorium."

"Professor, is this punishment too light?" Filch stared at Fred and George with red eyes.

"Then do you have any suggestions? Stop bringing up those unreasonable ideas of yours!" Professor McGonagall said in a serious tone.

Filch seemed to know that Professor McGonagall would not let Fred and George do anything too outrageous, so he rolled his eyes and said cautiously, "How about adding a trophy display room to clean and organize on the fourth floor?"

"How long do you want them to clean a place as big as the trophy display room?" Professor McGonagall said impatiently.

"In addition to what you said, two days on the weekend should be enough." Filch didn't seem to give in anymore.

Professor McGonagall stared at Filch with her green eyes for a long time, "Okay." Then she looked at Fred and George, "Have you heard your punishment? You have to clean up the front of the Great Hall this weekend. After cleaning the auditorium and the prize showroom on the fourth floor, half of the 10 points I deducted from you will be recovered, and you will only be deducted 5 points, do you understand?"

"It's clear, Professor." Fred shrugged and replied helplessly.

"Okay, you can go back." Professor McGonagall turned back and began to seriously correct the students' homework again.

The three people who did not belong here pushed the door open and walked out one after another.

Fred and George were about to walk into the corridor when Filch suddenly stretched out his wrinkled hand and grabbed Fred's arm, showing his yellow teeth, "You two have finally fallen into my hands! You two!" You must clean it up, otherwise if I find an unclean place, I will have to report to Professor McGonagall, and I will be punished again!"

Fred looked at Filch's proud look, smiled, and said quietly, "Mr. Filch, do you know where Mrs. Norris went on Thursday night?"

Filch's expression froze for a moment, "I know she followed you and ran away to who knows where, it's you! She was led astray by you two little bastards! My poor Loris was so cold outside. night!"

"No, no, no, Mr. Filch, you only know one thing, but not the other." Fred said in a pretentious manner.

"What?! What else do you know!" Filch opened his mouth so horribly that he spit out saliva.

"That's..." Fred whetted Filch's appetite and continued, "Ms. Norris is messing around with a black cat! It's a male cat! The black cat is biting Loris. Madam’s neck, she was lying on Madam Norris’s body and she didn’t know what she was doing.”

The next second, Filch's expression became very funny, his cloudy eyeballs seemed to burst out, and his cheeks moved one after another, "Impossible! Impossible! There is no way that my pure Mrs. Norris would do such a thing! Impossible!" "

"How is it impossible?! If a kitten is born in a few months, remember to give one to me, Mr. Filch." Fred looked at Filch seriously.

Now Filch was a little unconfident when Fred saw him, "No way! You lied to me! You lied to me!"

Filch twitched the corners of his mouth, turned around, ran away with a groan, and shouted, "Loris! My Loris, where are you?"

Fred looked at the panicked Filch and couldn't hold back his laughter anymore. This man was too deceptive!