"You have to go and see..."
Before Justin finished speaking, he saw Professor Snape coming towards them.
"That's my book!"
Hermione looked anxious and angry. She stamped her feet, annoyance flashing in her eyes.
You shouldn't lend the book to Harry and the others!
Harry and Ron watched Professor Snape slowly walk away, and were a little surprised to find that he was heading in the direction of Sean and the others, so they whispered:
"It's over, have you seen it? Harry, Sean also has a copy of "The Origin of Quidditch"..."
Ron was talking about the book Sean borrowed from Library. Madam Pince asked Sean to hold it all the time so that she would not be disturbed by other eager little wizards. She had wanted to do this for a long time.
"We have to go remind them."
Harry frowned, worry flashing in his eyes.
In the cold yard, the blue flames didn't seem to have much warmth.
Sean took out the copy of "The Origin of Quidditch" from the bag and handed it to Hermione. The Quidditch season has started, and Hermione has been slightly affected, especially when the friends are somewhat interested.
She has been enjoying reading books related to Quidditch recently, and she lent out "The Origin of Quidditch" for the sake of Harry and their heroic deeds before.
But now it's fine, it was confiscated by Professor Snape - no one dares to go to Professor Snape to get the books back.
"Quick! Quick! Hide!"
Hermione saw Professor Snape getting closer and closer, and looked extremely flustered.
Sean was staring at the professor's injured leg, and the dripping wound was vaguely exposed on the back of his robe. As Professor Snape got closer and closer, Hermione's expression had deteriorated to the point where even Justin was trembling slightly, not sure if it was because of the cold wind blowing too harshly.
"Ha--an idiot's book read by an idiot--"
Professor Snape The corners of his mouth outline a sarcastic arc,
"It suits you very well... hehe——"
He still didn't say the words, but gave Sean a sharp look and walked away in a normal manner.
"Our books haven't been confiscated?!"
Hermione exclaimed.
"It's not - oh no, I mean, it's incredible!"
Ron was even more disbelieving.
"He must hate me..."
Harry murmured to himself again.
Only Sean, his eyes never left Professor Snape's injured leg.
In my memory, although Professor Snape was injured, he did not go to Madam Pomfrey to treat the wound. He just asked for a roll of bandages in Mr. Filch's office and treated it himself.
The advantage of Madam Pomfrey is that as long as you tell her what kind of wound it is, she will treat it according to the kind of wound and will not explore the real cause of the injury for you. The downside is that anyone can get the news from her.
Therefore, the professor did not choose to go to Hospital Wing because his identity was sensitive enough.
But Sean has no such concerns, no one will pay attention to him, a first-year wizard.
"He was hurt badly."
Justin suddenly blurted out this sentence, his eyes were also worried, and then he peeked at Sean.
Caretaker's Office door.
There was a big package floating next to Sean. Mrs. Norris was purring on Sean's shoulders, and then ran under the colored window to capture the flickering light spots caused by the clouds.
After playing for a while, he ran to the big package and turned into a cat floating in the air.
Soon, Sean knocked on the door gently, and received a sarcastic voice from Mr. Filch:
"Another idiot - do you think knocking on the door is a secret? Get out of the way if you don't want your hand to be bitten off!"
Sean naturally ignored the taunts, with a slight smile on his face——
Biting Doorknob looks useful...
"It's me, sir."
Sean Before he finished speaking, he heard a "clang" sound coming from behind the door, followed by a burst of rapid footsteps.
The door was opened.
The dark, dirty, windowless room was much brighter - because of some candles floating in the air.
There is a letter next to a jar on the desk, with a Quill and many pieces of waste paper pressed on it.
After seeing Sean's wrinkled scarf, the administrator was suddenly speechless.
"Meow-"
Or Mrs. Norris slapped his paw on the letter, and there was an unfinished handwriting on it:
[Halloween Happy...]
Along with the letter was a brand new scarf.
It seems that because of entanglement, not even a whole Halloween was given away.
"Halloween happy, Mr. Filch."
No wonder Mrs. Norris has wanted to take himself here since noon.
There is always a faint smell of salted fish in Caretaker's Office, but Mr. Filch doesn't like fish. He often cooks a pot of bone soup in his room. At this time, Mrs. Norris will go out.
Overall, even though they are on the same page, they are accommodating each other.
Sean was still very motivated. He put down the medicine and gauze he brought from Madam Pomfrey, and then waved his wand, and the items in the package flew out.
This is a magical window that can display any kind of weather. It was made by senior Weasley with great effort.
It was also used in Ministry of Magic, because Ministry of Magic is located underground.
And the employees of the Magical Maintenance and Repair Department once had the windows blown by a hurricane for two months because they wanted a salary increase.
Many strange deeds of Ministry of Magic - such as using Paper airplane to convey messages; for example, during the reign of Voldemort, officials had to flush themselves into Ministry of Magic through the toilet...
It all seems that the organization that is supposed to control Magical World is very much like a grassroots team.
However, it seems very surprising in some places. For example, Fudge ordered Auror to arrest Dumbledore, but they actually went:
"So,"
In the original work, Fudge sneered,
"You plan to deal with Thorfinn, Shacklebolt, Dolores and me alone, right, Dumbledore?"
Sean sometimes feels that wizards do have an inappropriate recklessness. The result is that after a few breaths - Fudge, Umbridge, Kingsley and Thorfinn all lay motionless on the floor.
They are braver than Voldemort.
November, Hogwarts School There was gradually some snow falling. When Filch came to his senses, he found that the outside of the castle was covered with a thin layer of snow, and a thin layer of ice began to form on the lake.
That's not what this windowless house should be able to see.
The wind roared on the table, and the discarded paper rolled into the fireplace. Nothing could be written on it.
What could he write?
Write about endless trivialities, desperate longings, windows that cannot see the outside world?
Or write about the sorrow of a person who has been looking at the lonely moon for a long time, and the loyalty of a person who has never had faith...