In the Caretaker's Office

As the blue sky slowly fades to bluish-purple, the wandering sunrise gradually transforms into a sky full of stars.

As the last rays of sunlight faded before the sun disappeared, a snow-white origami crane seemed to fly out of the enchanted ceiling, gracefully fluttering its paper wings and tracing a beautiful arc before landing in Harry's expectant hand.

"What did Draco say?"

"What did he find out?" Ron, who had just been sitting across from Harry, jogged around the end of the table and came to Harry's empty right side.

"Draco said to wait, he'll try to ask at the dinner party tonight—while so many Pure-blood are gathered." Harry hugged Ginny, glanced at the parchment made of snow-white origami cranes, and rolled his eyes at Ron.

"I see."

"What did ''Cat Guy' Steven' Steven say?" Ron asked immediately afterward.

"We couldn't find him."

"And you? You didn't just spend the afternoon with Lavender and do nothing else, did you?" Harry shook his head and looked at Ron.

"Hahaha, I, well, you know, Lavender and I just got together, we, so, you know, you and Ginny should know," Ron said with an awkward, dry laugh.

He always found it strange that he and Lavender had endless topics to talk about every day, but until now, he had only held Lavender's little hand.

"Lavender, if you don't want to repeat the same mistake, you need to learn to communicate more with Ron. Don't just spend all your time kissing and never talk to him."

"You also need to learn to control the pace. In the early stages, it's best to just hold hands and not let him do whatever he wants."

"Boys this age are devils in that area," said Professor Trelawney, a perpetually single woman with glasses.

"Really!" Ginny curled her lip in disdain.

She had long noticed the scenes where Ron tried to hug Lavender multiple times, only to be subtly avoided.

"Draco said when he would be back."

"Cool!" Ron had barely asked when he saw Harry burn the parchment to ashes by shooting flames from his fingers.

"It's nothing special," Harry said casually.

"Draco said he'd be back Monday morning."

The banquet will last for two days.

He said he saw many of his Slytherin classmates at their engagement dinner, as well as some strangers of different ages who shouldn't be in their circle.

He said those people all smelled like Muggle.

"You can tell he's lived in Muggle society," Harry recalled.

"It seems that it wasn't just Rowle who recalled those members who were Squib and were expelled from the tribe."

"No wonder not only Slytherin, but also the Pure-blood wizard from other houses have disappeared this time."

"There are so few people."

"It seems that Draco's engagement party has also become a gathering for these wizarding families to bring together the Squib who have distanced themselves from wizarding society to reconnect."

"No wonder it takes two days." Ron curled his lip in disdain.

"And because of the large number of Pure-blood gathered here, Draco is confident that he can find Rowle's secret during this two-day engagement party—if it really doesn't matter anymore." Harry smacked his lips.

He couldn't help but think of the engagement party he and Ginny had agreed upon, which was supposed to be held during the Christmas holidays.

He felt very uncomfortable.

It wasn't that he didn't want to do it this way, but that he felt it was too fast.

He and Ginny haven't been together long; they should wait at least a year before getting engaged.

"Should we still go find ''Cat Guy' Steven' Steven?" Ron asked.

"Of course..." Harry nodded.

It was an incredibly dark and filthy room, with no windows and only a lone oil lamp hanging from the low ceiling.

A faint smell of fried fish filled the air.

There are many wooden filing cabinets along the surrounding walls.

The cabinets were covered with labels, and Fred and George had once proudly said that they contained detailed information on every student Filch had punished, with theirs taking up an entire drawer.

It is indeed true; near Filch's desk, the wooden filing cabinet that you can easily reach by pulling on it only has two lonely names on it.

What could rival it was the drawer in the corner with only four names.

Harry's heart skipped a beat. He went closer and saw, most notably, the yellowed label with the words "James Potter" scrawled in illegible handwriting.

The handwriting alone reveals the anger of the person who wrote this.

Harry took a few steps back; he couldn't get any closer.

To avoid inviting Filch's sarcasm.

If his father is mocked, Harry doesn't know if he can suppress his anger.

Today, thanks to ''Cat Guy' Steven' Steven, I finally managed to get a chance to be alone with Filch.

Harry could only turn his attention to the wall behind Filch's desk, where a set of gleaming chains, handcuffs, shackles, and the like hung. They were all in excellent condition, and it was clear that their owner intended to use them at any time.

However, it is clear that Dumbledore would not agree.

Just as Harry was chuckling to himself at the images of Filch being rejected in his mind, the door creaked open and then slammed shut.

"Harry Potter, the big celebrity. What do you want with me through Steven?" It was Filch.

He squinted, looking Harry up and down.

Harry couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

This was the first time he had been alone with Filch in an environment, and for some reason, Mrs. Norris, who was always by Filch's side, was not there.

He glanced at Filch, whose face was still pale, fat, and loose.

With a slightly protruding belly and slender limbs, it seems he has not yet been infected with the Werewolf virus and Fenrir Greyback.

"Don't think that just because you're Harry Potter I'm afraid you and Steven have nothing to do with this. This is about the Weasley family twins, and you shouldn't drag him into it by sticking up for them," Filch stammered.

"I'm not doing this for Fred and George."

"They deserved to be punished for breaking school rules." Harry immediately relaxed.

He hadn't expected Filch to think that way, and Filch seemed to really care about Steven.

"And you?" Filch asked hesitantly.

"I know you can become a wizard through Fenrir Greyback," Harry said directly.

Filch's pale face turned bright red.

Filch limped toward the table and sat down listlessly.

"How could you—I mean you—be a Squib?" he asked incoherently, his two knuckles twisted together.

"But it doesn't matter, I'm Rowle now, and I'll soon become a wizard!" Filch cheered himself on.

As the conversation progressed, his body, which had just become hunched over, straightened up again.

"You also want to learn Fenrir Greyback?"

"Through my channels?" Filch's slightly bulging eyes widened.