The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

78th Filch

February 6th, evening.

The snow is melting and the spring is cold.

Loren lingered over dinner for a long time.

Today is the first weekend after school starts. I have to report to the administrator, Mr. Filch, in the evening. Although it is called confinement, it is actually voluntary labor. They are chores such as scrubbing the prize display room, cleaning the bathroom, and cleaning the courtyard. .

Mr. Filch no longer advocates corporal punishment, and will work with the punished students.

It is said that the administrator used to leave the students in the room to work alone, and go to other places to do other things. After finishing, they would come back to check. Until they met George and Fred, who took advantage of the administrator's absence to deliberately steal the confiscated prohibited items. After that, Filch changed his rules.

The confinement assignments at Hogwarts are not fixed. If a professor needs free labor or wants to recruit students from his own school, he will take the initiative to take over the relevant confinement management and assign some subject-related tasks, such as handling potion materials and organizing Greenhouse fertilizer, and even help organizing test papers. It's a pity that no one is willing to help Loren this time, everyone thinks he deserves it.

Loren smacked his lips after swallowing the pumpkin pie, savoring the sweet taste, and said good night to Hermione in advance. He decisively walked out of the auditorium, went to the office at the end of the corridor on the first floor alone, and knocked on the door.

"who?"

"Loren Morgan."

"Enter."

Pushing the door open, dim light comes into view. There is only one oil lamp on the ceiling, and there are no windows on the surrounding walls. The room is filled with the aroma of fried fish.

The first impression of this room is that it is narrow and crowded. After careful inspection, I found that the area is actually not small, but there are many wooden filing cabinets displayed on the wall, which takes up too much space. This is the administrator's office and also Hogwarts. Problem Student Archives. This archive stores the detailed information of all students who have been punished.

If you look carefully, you can see that a drawer on the right wall is also marked with Weasley.

The filing cabinet near the desk was marked "Confiscated items, highly dangerous" and contained prohibited items confiscated in previous years. It was inside that George and Fred found the Marauder's Map.

"Good evening, Mr. Filch."

"Loren Morgan..."

Argus Filch is already old. As a squib, he has no magic power to nourish his body and is skinny. Several professors in the school are older, but none of them have such an aging appearance. His back was stooped, his sparse hair was messy, his complexion was pale and bloodless, his cheek muscles were atrophied, his face was saggy, his veins appeared twisted, and his light-colored eyes were bulging.

Mrs. Norris was curled up on a cotton pillow in the corner of the room. There was a small porcelain bowl next to her. There were a few fish bones left in it and there were oil stains on the walls of the bowl.

That's where the smell of fried fish comes from.

The elderly administrator was sitting behind a dark square desk. He was looking through the documents handed out by the professor with his knuckled hands. He squinted his eyes and looked through them with difficulty, his chin trembling slightly: "Putting alchemy items in the school without authorization. Confinement treatment.”

"Yes, I will show up on time for the next two weekends. If you have anything, just tell me." Loren nodded to Filch, the flickering oil lamp reflected in his eyes.

The notification document was distributed before the Christmas holiday. Filch was not paying much attention when he looked at the document, just avoiding Loren's eyes.

After the night outing incident last time, this move seemed a bit deliberately alienating.

Is Filch worried that he will take the opportunity to close the distance and escape punishment?

"The next two weeks?"

Filch muttered while pretending to look through the schedule: "The new semester has just begun, and the snow in the courtyard has thawed, making it inconvenient to clean. The bathroom has been scrubbed before the start of school, and there is no other business except the prize display room. Needs to be wiped and cleaned..."

"Let's go, I'll go with you."

As Filch spoke, he stood up and walked out. Mrs. Norris followed behind her with light steps and stretched out her four paws.

Loren had no choice but to follow Mrs. Norris.

Filch walked with a slight limp, dragging his steps and moving slowly. Loren could hear his breathing, and without the smell of fried fish covering it up, he could smell the strong smell of an old man on his body.

In a sense, he always acted tough and irritable in front of the students, perhaps to cover up his own weakness, especially in this magic school, where he was a squib without magic.

Loren followed Mrs. Norris quietly, many thoughts flashing through his mind, and he no longer resisted at the beginning.

Go up the stairs to the fourth floor of the castle, pass through a corridor full of armor, and turn left to the trophy display room. This room is for display purposes, so it is never locked.

There are many crystal glass cabinets in the room, which display various trophies, shields, medals and statues, as well as the list of past student union presidents.

In fact, these things don't look dirty, and there are no obvious stains on them. There is just some floating dust on the glass display cases, but the exhibits inside are still bright and clean, even cleaner than Filch's office.

Speaking of which, Filch seems to particularly hate students dirtying the castle. Even when the Quidditch team comes back from training on a rainy day and the floor is wet by rainwater, he will scold him. However, he does not have any mysophobia himself, and the cleanliness of the office is passable. Wearing shabby robes all year round.

This Hogwarts Castle is the holy place in his heart.

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"Let's get started."

Filch took out cleaning supplies from the corner. There were several clean towels in a metal basin. He took out a fake wand from his sleeve and pointed it into the basin and said in a serious manner: "[Clear water like a spring]"

Clear water gushed out of thin air and fell into the basin to wet the towel.

"Start wiping from this side and stop ten minutes before lights out. You can come on time for the next two weekends. You don't need to greet me in my office." Filch wrung out two towels and handed one over.

"Okay, sir."

Loren took the towel and glanced at the fake wand. The wooden stick of unknown material was shining with tung oil. It was well maintained, but the magic inside was weakened. It would fail after a few more uses and become an ordinary wooden stick.

Loren didn't say much and wiped the medal by himself.

The trophy display room suddenly became quiet, leaving only the opening and closing of the glass door of the crystal display case, the slight knocking sound of the metal trophy and medals placed on the base, and the splashing sound of the towel being wet and wrung out.

"Mr. Filch."

"You tell me."

"How many years have you worked at Hogwarts?"

"About twenty years, I can't remember."

"Twenty years, it's been a long time..."

Loren looked up at the old man not far away and paused: "After guarding this castle for so many years, watching the magic so close every day, but never being able to get close, does Mr. Filch feel desperate?"