The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

"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, and of course, she was very unreasonable.

Halfway through, the red-haired boy realized that he might be late, thanks to the moving stairs in Hogwarts Castle, which kept shifting inexplicably. Ron wanted to defend himself, but when he saw the blond boy standing behind Professor McGonagall, he suddenly felt that he couldn't lower his momentum.

Draco Malfoy had that trademark look on his face - as if his dad had bought a medieval clown mask for three Sickles and four Knuts in Knockturn Alley and slapped it on his face with permanent adhesive, and After being pressed in the toilet by his mother for six hours and fourteen minutes with Mrs. Skoll's All-Purpose Miracle Stain Remover, it turned into a bloated, disgusting and malicious smirk.

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

"Oh, our Mr. Weasley looks very righteous, it seems that he did it on purpose." Professor McGonagall showed more anger on his serious face, and her thin cheeks trembled slightly.

Seeing that his dean was angry, Ron bowed his head guiltily.

"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, turned away in disdain.

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 watched the guy bow to Professor McGonagall, what a hypocrite, he thought.

"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 wiping the prizes. Ron felt that mopping the floor was good, and he didn't need to be very careful, just running back and forth in a straight line. But after a while it became clear what Draco was up to.

Filch didn't stay here to monitor them all the time, because after the curfew, he still needed to patrol the campus to catch those students who wandered at night. He took the old lantern and took Mrs. Norris out.

Ron was hunched over, gripping the mop hard, battling a stubborn stain on the floor where some student must have secretly used Gambo Explosive Sparkling Water, leaving a mark like dried green snot.

At this time Draco was standing in front of Ron holding a small silver trophy, watching the Weasley keep bowing, as if saluting him. He couldn't help showing a smug smile.

"Malfoy, get out!" Ron also discovered Draco's plan, this bad guy was 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 eat, you can come to my house Be a servant. Oh, sorry, we don't need lazy, stupid servants."

Ron was so angry that his eyes were dazed, and he wanted to tear Draco's mouth, but he held back his anger for a moment, and swung the mop forward vigorously, and the wet sewage smeared the little 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 made trouble for each other while they were working. Starting at 8:20, more than two hours passed, not only did not complete the task, but also made a mess of the showroom. Fragments of the mop stuck to the floor, the ears of the trophy were broken, and the glass display case was pitch black.

By the time Filch came back to inspect it, the fine trophy 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—despite their distaste for each other—had to hold their noses and help each other get the job done under Filch's supervision.

Ron rubbed the trophy stained with green dirt back and forth, and suddenly he found that the snake-shaped decoration wrapped around the trophy seemed to be glowing, and then the snake walked on the surface of the trophy, leaving a line of writing: Guidance from the Legend of the Djinn The road to the library tower.

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

He carefully turned his head to look, Malfoy was cleaning up the superglue with a shovel, and didn't see this scene.

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

After staring at the tired and hungry red-haired boy for a while, Filch told Draco to go back, and said to Ron, "You come with me."

Draco smiled gloatingly, 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 just off the Hufflepuff common room. I don't know that their daily meals are prepared by a group of house elves. But the thought of Draco starving when he returned made Ron happy.

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."

"Hmph, if it wasn't for your two older brothers...forget it, you can go back."

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

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.