All Heavens: Transfer Students at Hogwarts

Chapter 42 Long-nosed dog

"You're late, Mr. Weasley." It was Professor McGonagall who spoke. She was like an old and vigorous green pine. She looked very dignified wherever she stood. Of course, she was also very inhumane.

The red-haired boy realized halfway that he might be late. This was due to the moving stairs in Hogwarts Castle, which always moved inexplicably. Ron wanted to defend himself, but when he saw the blond boy standing behind Professor McGonagall, he suddenly felt that he could not weaken his voice.

Draco Malfoy had that iconic expression on his face - it was as if his father had bought a medieval clown mask in Knockturn Alley for three kilos and four knuts and slapped it on his face with a permanent sticking spell, and then His mother used Mrs. Skoll's All-purpose Miracle Stain Remover to scrub him down the toilet for six hours and fourteen minutes, turning him into a swollen, disgusting, and malicious smirk.

Ron straightened his chest, "Yes, I'm late Professor McGonagall."

"Oh, our Mr. Weasley looks very reasonable. It seems he did it on purpose." Professor McGonagall's serious face became more angry, and her thin cheeks trembled slightly.

Seeing that his dean was angry, Ron lowered his head with guilt.

"Oh, okay! I said, then you all listen carefully. Weasley, Malfoy, you all follow Mr. Filch's arrangement from now on. I ask him to arrange work for you that requires concerted efforts. From now on Remember, don't play around in the flight class, especially you Malfoy, the students should be friendly."

Ron and Draco looked at each other and looked away disdainfully.

McGonagall shook her head helplessly, "Mr. Filch, please come here."

The old and ugly Filch is reminiscent of a wind-up toy when he walks, and the cat named Mrs. Norris is always behind him. His cloudy and vicious eyes shoot out green light, and the whole Hogwarts No student likes him, apart from his indecent appearance, it is also related to his actions.He always spared no effort to torture students who made mistakes within the scope allowed by the school rules.

"Professor McGonagall."

Ron thought to himself as he watched this guy bow to Professor McGonagall. What a hypocrite.

"Come with me." When Filch looked up at the two boys, his lips curled up as if out of control.

The three of them came all the way to the prize showroom. The punishment for this confinement was to clean it up and not use wands.One person is responsible for mopping the floor, and one person is responsible for polishing the prizes.

Filch brought out the bucket, mop, and rag. They were dirtier than the trophies, and it was suspected that the cleaned items might not be as clean as before.

When it was his turn to assign tasks, Malfoy rushed to get the job of cleaning the prizes. Ron thought it was good to mop the floor, he didn't need to be very careful, just run back and forth in a straight line. But after a while it became clear what Draco was planning.

Filch did not stay here to monitor them because after the curfew, he still needed to patrol the school to catch students who wandered at night. He carried the old lantern and took Mrs. Norris out.

Ron hunched over, gripping the mop hard, struggling with a stubborn stain on the floor. It must have been a student secretly using Gumball Explosion Sparkling Water here. The mark left by the bubbles was like a piece of dried green snot.

At this time, Draco stood in front of Ron holding a small silver trophy, watching the Weasley keep bowing his waist, as if he was saluting him. He couldn't help but smile proudly.

"Malfoy, get out of here!" Ron also discovered Draco's plan. This bad guy had been looking forward to this moment when assigning tasks.

"Tell me, please. Otherwise I won't hear you." Draco sneered happily, "You look like a house elf. If you Weasleys are really too poor to afford food, you can come to my house. Become a servant. Oh, sorry, we don’t need lazy, stupid servants.”

Ron's eyes were so angry that he wanted to tear Draco's mouth apart, but he held back his anger for a moment and swung the mop forward hard, smearing the wet sewage on the pretty boy's shoes.

"Dirty!" Malfoy jumped away in disgust, no longer entangled.

Ron was still angry, and he had an idea, quietly picked off the bubble residue on the floor, and then wiped it on Slytherin's 1988 Quidditch trophy.Unbeknownst to him, Malfoy also quietly poured a bottle of superglue on the ground.

The two of them were working and making trouble for each other. Starting from 8:20, more than two hours passed. Not only did they not complete the task, they also made a mess in the showroom. Mop fragments were stuck to the floor, a few ears of the trophy were broken, and the glass display case turned pitch black.

When Filch rushed back to inspect it, the beautiful trophy display room looked like a beach house after a hurricane.

He scolded angrily, "Do you want me to call Professor McGonagall?"

Both Ron and Draco were unconvinced and turned their heads away.

Filch took a few breaths, and suddenly showed kindness, "It's getting late, I ask you to help each other do a good job, and then go back."

The two boys - although they disliked each other - had to hold their noses and help each other complete the work under Filch's supervision.

Ron rubbed the green-stained trophy back and forth, and suddenly he discovered that the snake-shaped decoration wrapped around the trophy seemed to glow. Then, the snake swam across the surface of the trophy, leaving a line of writing: Guide to the Legend of the Djinn. The road leading to the library tower.

The handwriting quickly dried up, as if it had never appeared before. Ron's heart was pounding. Although he didn't know what this sentence meant, he felt a simple joy of exploring treasures.

He turned his head carefully and looked around. Malfoy was cleaning the superglue with a shovel and did not see this scene.

By the time they finally cleaned up, it was almost midnight.

Filch stared at the tired and hungry red-haired boy for a while. He asked Draco to go back, and then said to Ron: "You come with me."

Draco smiled happily, hummed and left.

Ron was full of resentment, thinking that Filch was going to torture him again, but he didn't expect this guy to lead him to the Hogwarts kitchen, where he had a hearty supper.

He never knew that the entrance to the kitchen was near the Hufflepuff common room. Little did he know that their daily meals were prepared by a group of house elves. But Ron was happy when he thought about how hungry Draco would be when he returned.

Filch watched Ron eat and drink with a straight face, and he only asked the elves to prepare some fried fish and slowly feed them to Mrs. Norris.

"Mr. Filch, thank you."

"Humph, if it weren't for your two brothers... forget it, you can go back."

Ron returned to the dormitory and threw himself on the bed. It had been a long day, he thought to himself, and an amazing day.

Before falling asleep, many strange thoughts appeared in his mind, about the mysterious writing that appeared on the trophy, and the white Borzoi that followed Linde. Ron couldn't explain why, but he was a little afraid of the dog , Its cold eyes are lingering in my heart.