Weasley is our king at Hogwarts

"Huh~huh~"

Suddenly, a familiar sound came from the corridor of the Charms classroom not far away. It was the sound of Filch running!

"Quick! George, we have to get to the other side!" Fred knew that since there was no prize showroom here, it must be on the other side!

"Separate left and right!" Fred hurriedly cast a spell on the back of the hunchback witch statue, then jumped down holding the statue's hand.

Open up your stride and run to the other side of the corridor!

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

The sound of Fred and George running hurriedly echoed in the empty corridor. Just as they passed the end of the corridor of the History of Magic and Charms classroom, Filch had already seen them running past!

Filch's originally humming~ humming~ running turned into humming!Hum!Hum!The pace sped up several times!Run to the end of the corridor in the History of Magic and Charms classroom and turn left, chasing Fred and George.

Fred couldn't care less about the situation behind him and ran rampant in the corridor, and finally saw the door of the prize display room!

It was a double door with exquisite colored patterned glass on the upper part. There was no lock on the door handle. Fred pushed it open.

This is a huge room with long and tall brown wooden transparent glass cabinets on all sides, filled with various trophies, shields, and medals.

You can see these trophies, shields, and medals engraved with their dates and names, and you can even see things from hundreds of years ago.

But now is not the time to look at this!Fred shook his head, reacted, and turned around to find cleaning tools.

"boom!"

The door to the prize showroom was violently pushed open!

Filch is coming in force!His gray and dirty hair was tangled in the air because of his speed. His eyes were red and his face was fierce, with wrinkles on his face.

Filch stared intently at Fred and George who were sweeping the floor with brooms and dustpans without holding back a word for a long time.

Fred held the broom and raised his head, "Hey, isn't this the caretaker of Hogwarts, Mr. Filch? Why do you have time to come to the trophy display room to make my trophy display room shine? !”

"Don't be so mean to me! Did you just run past me in the corridor?!" Filch waved his wrinkled hand.

"Who? Ran past in the corridor? We don't know either. You don't think it's us, do you? George and I are seriously cleaning the prize display room. Don't accuse us wrongly! If you accuse us wrongly, I will go. Let the principal sue you! Sue you for slander!" Fred threw the broom at Filch's feet, looking like he was going to fight to the end.

Filch's red eyes flashed, "Not you?"

Filch looked past Fred and George and looked at the trophy display room, "No! If you have been here for a long time, why have you only cleaned so much! There are so many cabinets full of dust!"

Still found!

But Fred had already made an excuse, "Because we are too interested in the history of Hogwarts. All the trophies and medals here write about the honors these people have won at Hogwarts. We are strolling here." After a long time, I have to admire how awesome these people are, like James Potter, Tom Riddle and so on."

"Mr. Filch? Do you know their deeds? Like James Potter, he..." Fred was about to continue talking, but Filch was impatient and interrupted Fred badly. words.

"No need to talk about it! I know his affairs much better than you! He is also an unruly Gryffindor! There are a lot of files and records of what he did in my office! And you! They are also in my records Here!" Filch gritted his teeth and stretched his neck to look at Fred fiercely.

"It's an honor, Mr. Filch." Fred made a gentle bending gesture, which made Filch very angry.

Fred was glad that he interrupted his speech, otherwise the secret would have been revealed. After all, he only remembered some names and general deeds in the movie, otherwise Fred would have been asked to tell in detail about James Potter, Voldemort His life story is really nonsense.

"Very good! Very good! Just wait! If you don't clean up the prize display room today, you won't be able to go back!" Filch snorted, turned around and slammed the door.

"Finally gone, this old bastard! He keeps staring at us all day long. It's really disgusting!" George cursed through the door.

Fred and George had no choice but to pick up brooms and rags and start a long journey of cleaning. I don’t know how long it will take to clean such a big room with so many medals. It won’t take a whole night, Fred. De was a little desperate, and Fred's hands were already a little sore now.

Just as Fred was sweeping the floor, "Squeak~", someone opened the door again and came in.

Fred poked his head out and saw a tall black-haired witch wearing a pointed witch hat and shiny emerald green robes. Isn't this Professor McGonagall?What is she doing here?

Professor McGonagall obviously saw Fred and George, but she didn't say anything. She just wandered around, wandered to a crystal cabinet in front of Fred and George, and opened the crystal glass on the cabinet.