"I'm very sorry, Mr. Filch."
Sean said sincerely in a low voice.
Unlike the other young wizards, Sean did not hate or resent Mr. Filch.
As for the caretaker, Sean felt that his actions were understandable.
Just as he would not blame Professor Snape for this, the only one to blame was himself for progressing too slowly. Otherwise, it would not have dragged on until now.
Still, Sean felt a wave of disappointment. He had worked hard for nearly a month, only to fall at the final step. It was not a pleasant feeling.
Sean watched Filch stand there blankly for a while before viciously returning to write his report.
That suddenly gave Sean a sliver of hope.
As everyone knew, Hogwarts enforced its school rules quite flexibly. Take sneaking out at night, for example.
Under serious circumstances, Professor McGonagall would ruthlessly deduct points and assign detention, such as when Harry and the others deceived Neville about Malfoy's nighttime excursion—at least, that was what the professor believed.
At the time, she had towered over the three of them, and Harry had thought the professor more likely than Norbert to breathe fire.
But under normal circumstances, professors would not give students detention.
As for Professor Flitwick, Sean felt that if he explained himself properly, the professor would not give him detention either.
And Professor Sprout was even less likely to do so. Even if the Hufflepuffs went out, caused trouble, and got into fights, she would only scold them harshly before secretly sending the children a box of coconut ice cream. Their Head of House had always been like warm winter sunlight.
Thinking about it that way, as long as this was not reported to Professor Snape, Sean would not be dragged off by a certain Potions Master for detention involving