There was no need to drag him off to Professor Snape for confirmation. It was redundant, and it could easily offend that gloomy fellow, Professor Snape...
From what Filch knew of these brats, any other professor's signature at Hogwarts might be forged.
But to this day, no one had dared forge the signatures of Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, or Severus Snape...
Dumbledore's reputation for greatness was simply too immense. He did not normally teach the young witches and wizards, either, so no one would believe a forgery. Many could not even imitate his handwriting, with all those loops within loops...
Professor McGonagall was the fairest and strictest professor in all of Hogwarts. Anyone who dared forge Professor McGonagall's signature could just wait to be expelled!
As for Professor Snape...
Did they understand what "notorious" meant?
If Professor Snape discovered someone had forged his signature, that student might as well withdraw voluntarily.
Otherwise, Professor Snape would let that young witch or wizard find out why the sky over Hogwarts was black...
And so, Filch could only arrive full of enthusiasm and leave in disappointment~
Of course, things did not go quite so smoothly for Harry all the time.
At least, after Harry finished tiptoeing through his washing routine, something rather unfortunate happened.
"Hm?"
Returning to the dormitory once more, Harry suddenly noticed something was wrong.
Where were his roommates?
Hadn't they been lying in bed chatting when he came back for his toiletries just now?
Why had they all disappeared?
Had they taken up the original Harry's fine habit of wandering around at night?
Click~
Just as Harry was wondering, the dormitory door, which had been standing ajar, suddenly shut.
"Aha!"
Shoulder pat × 1
"Harry!"
Shoulder pat × 2
"Come clean!"
Shoulder pat × 3
"Were you out on a