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"Sorry, Wood, we were too impulsive"
The three of them left Professor McGonagall's office, and Harry apologized to Wood in a muffled voice. If he and Ron hadn't taken the lead, Wood wouldn't have been punished together.
However, Wood didn't take it seriously. He waved his hand and said, "I've wanted to beat up that guy Flint for a long time, and today I just got my wish."
As the captain of the Quidditch team, the relationship between Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint is not much better than Harry and Malfoy, and even worse.
Even though they said so, they couldn't be happy when they were locked up. Even in the face of a sumptuous lunch, Harry and Ron kept moaning.
"Fortunately, Professor McGonagall didn't add to your confinement, and even added Wood to help you wipe your trophies."
Hermione spent the morning in the library, and didn't know what happened on the Quidditch pitch until lunch time. She said with a matter-of-fact look: "You have indeed violated the school rules."
"Only helped Ron, thank you." Harry corrected.
At the thought of facing that troublesome guy in Lockhart at night, he scratched the plate with his fork irritably, scratching the mash pie on the plate.
"Even if I have a helper, there are at least a hundred trophies in that room!" Ron was not in a good mood, "I can't use magic! I'm not as good at scrubbing as Muggles."
However, Harry, who is often ordered by his uncle and aunt to do housework, is envious of Ron's work. He would rather scrub and wash than help Lockhart reply to fans.
However, it is a pity that they cannot exchange tasks independently.
Just as the two sighed, the time soon came to eight o'clock in the evening. Ron and Wood went to the prize showroom on the fourth floor, while Harry went to the third floor alone and knocked on the door of Lockhart's office.
"My God! There must be more than a hundred trophies here!"
When Ron and Wood came to the prize showroom with buckets and rags, and saw the dense rows of trophies and medals, they felt bad.
There are many more trophies and medals than he imagined.
"Do we have to wipe them off tonight?"
Even Wood's face was pale, he turned his head to look at Filch, who was in charge of supervising the work, and asked in a trembling voice.
"Of course," Filch said with a sinister smile, "how about making you little rascals understand your mistakes?"
Then he smacked his lips regretfully, and said, "It's a pity that the ingredients for the potion ordered by Professor Snape haven't arrived yet, otherwise he's going to pick one of you to help him process the ingredients If I say it, I should send you The confinement was separated."
Ron and Wood Qiqi shivered, not daring to continue talking nonsense, they picked up a rag and vigorously wiped the trophies in the room.
As they wiped, Filch kept wandering around them like a ghost, pointing out from time to time what they had missedeven if it was just a speck of dust in a crevice.
There is a convenient spell, and wizards basically don't do any housework. Ron and Wood fumbled to wipe the trophy, and had to deal with Filch's picks, and their arms were sore after just a few wipes.
However, with the passage of time, although the two became more and more tired, the work in their hands gradually became more proficient, and the efficiency was even higher than at the beginning. They actually do a pretty good job.
"Meow~"
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Just when the two were getting better and wiped about a third of the trophy, there was a cat meowing outside the door, and a round-headed kitten opened the door of the showroom with its head and poked in. .
"Fisch?"
Filch, who had always been gloomy, suddenly smiled, and the ugly old face was softened with wrinkles.
He took out a bag of small dried fish from his arms, shook it lightly twice, and greeted Fish: "Come on, I just made this in the evening, it's fresh."
Fish came in through the crack of the door, walked to Filch's side with light steps, and then changed into a cat-man form, and took the bag from him.
"Good evening, Argus Are Ron and Oliver in confinement?"
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While chewing the small dried fish, Fish tilted his head and looked at the two who were still fighting for the trophy.
"Yes, they?You broke the school rules and were punished by Professor McGonagall to come here to wipe the trophy, you can't help. "
In order to prevent Fish from using spells to help Ron and Wood, Filch directly moved out of Professor McGonagall.
"Fisch won't help meow!"
In the kitten's world view, if they get caught in trouble, they deserve to be punished Who made them accidentally get caught? Wouldn't it be fine if he wasn't caught easily like him and the twins?
So Ron and Wood were put in solitary confinement because they were too stupid, and Fish would have no sympathy for them.
"I'm here to sleep meow!"
After quickly disposing of a bag of dried fish, Fish patted the crumbs on his hands, and explained to Filch the reason for his visit.
Filch also knew of Fish's hobby of sleeping on trophies, and Mrs. Norris had the same hobby, and would come here to take a nap from time to time.
So he pointed to the fruits of Ron and Wood's labor, and said, "Oh, those trophies have been wiped clean."
Fish looked around, picked a trophy that he usually likes more, and ran over it.
Just when Fish was about to return to his original shape and jump in, he stopped suddenly.
"Sniff"
Fish moved his little nose and sniffed twice, his brows furrowed involuntarily.
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The smell of stain remover and brightener on it is a bit strong, and Fisch doesn't like it very much.
So he took his wand out of his pocket.
"Deodorize and deodorize!"
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After casting a deodorizing spell on the trophy, Fisher nodded in satisfaction, turned into a cat and got inside.
But he didn't sleep, but rested his head on the edge of the trophy, watching Ron and Wood wipe the trophy there with interest.
Anyway, even if they were sleeping, they were just dozing off, so it would be more interesting to watch them go into confinement.
Fish shook his ears and raised the tip of his tail, quite comfortable, in stark contrast to Ron and Wood who were working.
And after a while, Mrs. Norris, who was patrolling for Filch outside, also slipped in, followed Fisher's example and found a trophy nest, joined the team watching Ron and Wood, and used it from time to time. Cat language and Fisch communicate.
Although it felt weird to be stared at by two cats, Ron and Wood felt a little more relaxed because of it.
Because Filch finally stopped wandering around the two of them, but moved a chair and sat next to Fish and Mrs. Norris, scratching the chins of the two cats, feeding the little fish and so on.
And Fish also took out the magic comb that Professor McGonagall gave him, and used it to comb himself and Mrs. Norris.
After watching this for a long time, Fisch, who gradually felt bored, closed his eyes, adjusted his posture, and fell asleep
"Ah! It's finally done!"
A long sigh from Ron would wake Fish up, poking his head out of the trophy.
I saw Ron and Wood slumped on the ground back to back, looking exhausted.
After carefully inspecting all the trophies, Filch hummed softly and said, "Let's just say you passed."
"Argus, is their confinement over meow?"
asked Fish, jumping out of the trophy.
"Yes," Filch replied with some reluctance, "I would say that they should be given a little more work. You must know that this work is originally only for Weasley."
"Oh, don't worry about such trivial things, meow."
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Fish slapped him twice on the arm, then yelled into the air, "Comey!"
"What are your orders? Master Fish?"
The house elf instantly appeared in front of him.
"Bring some food over meow."
"as you wish!"
The next moment, a wooden table full of food appeared in front of everyone.
Fish walked to the table and sat down, and greeted the others: "Lorris, Argus, Ron, Oliver, come and have supper together."
Mrs. Norris immediately jumped onto the dining table, picked up a boiled shrimp and gnawed on it.
As for Ron and Wood, after staring at Filch for a while, they awkwardly sat down beside Fish.
That is to say, there is an invitation from Fisch, otherwise, if you want to let the two people who hate each other sit together for dinner, it is only time for the school to hold a banquet.
The three of them ate the food on the table without saying a word, and the atmosphere seemed a little weird.
However, Fish was unaware of all this, and he was enjoying his meal right now.
"Meow?!"
Just when the food on the table was about to be eaten, Fisher's cat ears turned suddenly, and then he abruptly stopped gobbling, and turned his head to look at the ground in the direction of his right hand.
"What's wrong? Fish?"
Ron swallowed the chicken leg in his mouth and asked curiously.
"Someone is provoking Fisch!"
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The little cat said with a serious face, he put down the food in his hand, stood up and ran outside.
"I'm going to fight with him, meow!"
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The three of them ate the food on the table without saying a word, and the atmosphere seemed a little weird.
However, Fish was unaware of all this, and he was enjoying his meal right now.
"Meow?!"
Just when the food on the table was about to be eaten, Fisher's cat ears turned suddenly, and then he abruptly stopped gobbling, and turned his head to look at the ground in the direction of his right hand.
"What's wrong? Fish?"
Ron swallowed the chicken leg in his mouth and asked curiously.
"Someone is provoking Fisch!"
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The little cat said with a serious face, he put down the food in his hand, stood up and ran outside.
"I'm going to fight with him, meow!"
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