Hermione: Black, Are You Leaving? (Continued)

Those two had taken plenty of falls while wandering the castle at night.

But they had never once fallen into Mr. Filch's hands.

And after getting the Marauder's Map, the two of them had been even more in their element.

There was even less chance of Mr. Filch catching them.

At the very least, before Black enrolled, they had always been the kind of existence that made Mr. Filch howl with rage.

Yet Mr. Filch could do nothing about them.

So what was going on now?

They had the Marauder's Map in hand, and they had still been nabbed by Mr. Filch.

The odds of something like that happening were about as low as the sea cucumber team making it to the World Cup final and taking down that five-star Brazil squad from back in the day...

The moment Fred and George saw Black, they both covered their faces with their hands.

You can't see me... You don't know us...

Being caught by Mr. Filch was, to them, nothing short of utter humiliation.

But now... they had really crashed and burned just like that.

"They attempted to pass through the castle gates and leave the castle."

"I just happened to have placed a tiny little trick on the castle door bolt..."

"So I discovered it, and brought them all here in time."

Mr. Filch said smugly.

Professor McGonagall looked at those two, her face going pale with anger.

Those two often wandered the castle at night; she knew that too.

Besides, was Gryffindor even Gryffindor if they did not wander at night?

But... don't get caught!

If you get caught, then don't blame me for being harsh!

"George Weasley! Fred Weasley! Fine... very fine!"

"It's you again! How many times has this been?"

"Your behavior leaves me no choice but