Sunday morning was shrouded in mist, with thick fog blanketing all of Hogwarts Castle.
Many young witches and wizards lost their way. They had meant to cross the corridor to the Great Hall, only to somehow end up at the Greenhouse.
Filch stood at the doors to the Great Hall, fiercely insisting that every student entering wipe their hair and shoes dry.
"Slovenly! Disgraceful! Do you intend to humiliate Hogwarts in front of everyone from the other schools?"
Yet when students from the other schools entered, he became as servile as a house-elf, politely asking whether they needed help drying off.
Even those unsuspecting students who accepted would make a fuss when they saw Filch preparing to wipe them down with a towel that looked suspiciously like a cleaning rag, asking why he did not use magic.
Filch's face would flush crimson, and he would mutter that he wanted the honored guests to experience a "special service" unlike magic.
"He's absolutely mad! I have no idea why Dumbledore keeps him around!"
Malfoy sat down angrily beside Zhang Xiao, picked up a Pumpkin Pasty, and stuffed it into his mouth, continuing his complaints through a mouthful of food.
"He hasn't the slightest respect for a school governor's son, the future heir to the Malfoy family!
"He actually shouted at me just because there was dew on my eyebrows!"
He viciously stabbed his fork into a thick slice of bacon as though he were stabbing Filch himself, swearing:
"Just you wait. I won't forget this! Once I become a school governor, I'll drive that old lunatic out!"
"Old lunatic"-a description with an exceptionally broad range. At its upper end, it could describe Dumbledore; at its lower end, Filch.
Zhang Xiao stuffed a steamed bun into his mouth, then picked up his soy