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"This is not where you should be." Filch stared at Malfoy with his cat-like, bulb-like eyes, with a bit of hatred and jealousy, which was his expression for most of the students, even It's even worse, because he still clearly remembers his spiritual sustenance, and Mrs. Norris was almost killed because of this brat.
Malfoy didn't reply him right away, but looked around. There was an oil lamp hanging from the ceiling, the light flickered on and off, and a set of iron chains and handcuffs that were polished to a bright spot hung beside him, in case he got permission. , You can use these to punish students who violate discipline, which is his favorite thing to do.
The room was filled with the smell of grilled fish. It was not known whether he ate it himself or prepared it for his beloved pet.
"First of all, sir, I'm sorry for the mistakes I made last semester." Malfoy's face was heavy, full of remorse, "You know, that was not my intention."
"Really?" Filch still looked at him with a scrutinizing expression, but his face had softened a lot. He could hear Malfoy's sincere tone, which made him feel a long-lost respect.
His secret had been exposed last year, was it his fault that he was born into a wizarding family and was a Squib? He does his best for the management of Hogwarts, but there are always many troublemakers who interfere with his work. Some students will laugh at him in front of him, some will laugh at him behind his back, laugh at his dress, laugh at his Bald forehead, laughing at his aging movements, more mocking of course at his biggest flaw - his inability to use magic.
A wizard who doesn't know magic is really ridiculous.
He thought that this secret could be buried forever, at least kept secret among the students, allowing him to retain a little bit of dignity, but unfortunately, he himself revealed it last year.
From then on, there was another thing in the eyes of the students looking at him, called sympathy and pity.
His heart was even more gloomy, and he was not understood for his dedication, which made his heart even more distorted. Now he only felt that only punishing those disobedient students could bring him pleasure.
But today was different, he didn't see ridicule and pity in the eyes of the student in front of him, it was a very common kind of look, exactly the kind of look he was looking forward to.
His wish is nothing, he just wants to be an ordinary wizard (even without magic power), he just wants to be treated equally.
"You are a respectable administrator, and I am very sorry for what happened to me last year." Malfoy apologized again, "So I hope you can forgive me."
"Meow." A meow suddenly came from above the two of them, it was Mrs. Norris's cry.
"Oh, you have a good nose, take it." Mrs. Norris keenly sensed the package in Malfoy's arms, and jumped directly from the chandelier on the ceiling, so Malfoy threw one of the packages to It, Mrs. Norris, didn't admit that she was born, and she used her bony claws to open the package and enjoyed the delicious food.
This is a pack of dried fish.
Seeing this, Filch's hideous expression softened even more.
Doing what you like is always the fastest way to achieve your goal.
"Almost forgot the business." Malfoy made an expression as if he had just woken up from a dream, and hurriedly took another black package behind him in front of him, and handed it to Filch.
"What is this?" Filch couldn't help asking, trying to soften his voice, respect is mutual, he knows his faults, his voice is often made fun of, sometimes serious, but always It's hilarious, and the two Weasleys often imitate him.
"Prank props." Malfoy said calmly.
"What?" Filch's complexion changed immediately, and the eyes under the sunken eye sockets began to protrude again, a bit like a ghost, which is what he hates the most, and almost instantly he felt that this boy came to humiliate him deliberately .
"Those Weasley brothers made the whole building unsafe, so I confiscated all their stuff." Malfoy said the word confiscated slowly.
"I think there's only one place for these prank props." Malfoy looked past Filch to the drawers under the desk behind him, and he knew that among those drawers was a drawer for the twins, and another A drawer marked "Confiscated Materials, Highly Dangerous".
"The twins are shit-stirring sticks. Every time there is a big mess, they always cause it. Many professors have come to report to me about the broken roar letter last time. I also told Professor Dumbledore. , but the principal always said that I should be more tolerant, for example, from another perspective, their pranks are also an art, I don’t know what kind of art it is!” When it comes to the two Weasley brothers, they are not very Filch, who was talking, also opened up. The twins were his old enemies, and sometimes he hated him more than Peeves. The more he talked, the more excited he became, and he even slapped the table heavily.
In addition to matching what one likes, sometimes setting up the same enemy as a target is also a way to get closer.
Filch felt that the student in front of him became more and more pleasing to the eye, and he didn't want to pursue Mrs. Norris's past. At that time, he knew that Malfoy lost the Academy Cup because of the Chamber of Secrets incident, and he applauded. But now He felt that such a polite and good boy must be innocent.
Well, maybe he wouldn't think so if he knew that all the gags in the bag were knockoffs that Malfoy had bought from the twins.
"This is my small contribution to the stability of Hogwarts." Malfoy said modestly, "And now, I think I should personally pay respects to an administrator who works hard at his post but is misunderstood by students." Pay my respects." As he spoke, he took out the last thing he brought today from his arms.
A bottle of wine, depending on the packaging, it's still hard liquor.
Filch's eyes shrank immediately. This thing should be considered a contraband in Hogwarts. Just when he was hesitating about how to deal with it, Malfoy spoke up.
"This bottle of wine will only be the contraband you found in my dormitory. Only you know how to deal with it, and it has nothing to do with me." Malfoy spread his hands, making an obvious hint.
"Students are not allowed to drink." Filch frowned.
"I guess I could be an audience member," Malfoy said with a smile.
Looking at his own face reflected in the bottle, Filch took the bottle with his withered palm, and with a complicated expression, he still lifted the bottle cap. For a moment, the smell of wine filled the entire office.
Soon after.
"Ever since I can remember, I've felt that I'm different from other people of my age." Filch leaned on the table with drunken eyes, telling his miserable childhood and even his whole life sentence by sentence.
"You said, why is a person's life always so unfair?"
Prejudice, ridicule, and sympathy made him feel inferior and sensitive. After he became an administrator, he could only be mean and rigid.
Looking at Filch who was drunk at the table, Malfoy sighed slightly.
"It's a poor man too." Malfoy thought silently, then got up and walked out of the house. The sober Mrs. Norris curled up on the table and silently ate dried fish while watching Malfoy leave. (To be continued.) Announcement: Biquge app is online, supporting Android and Apple. Please follow the WeChat public account to download and install appxsyd (press and hold for three seconds to copy)