Chapter 194 Whisper

"Sorry, Wood, we were too impulsive..."

The three of them left Professor McGonagall's office. Harry apologized to Wood in a low voice. If he and Ron hadn't taken the lead, Wood would not have been punished as well.

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."

The relationship between Oliver Wood and Marcus Flint, who are both captains of the Quidditch team, is no better than that between Harry and Malfoy, and is even worse.

Even though they said that, they couldn't be happy after being locked up. Even in the face of a sumptuous lunch, Harry and Ron kept sighing.

"Rejoice, Professor McGonagall did not increase your confinement, and even added Wood to help you clean the trophy."

Hermione spent the morning in the library and didn't know what happened on the Quidditch pitch until lunch. She said matter-of-factly: "You have indeed violated the school rules."

"Only helping Ron, thank you." Harry corrected.

Thinking of having to face that troublesome guy Lockhart that night, he irritably scratched the plate with his fork, tearing the meat and mashed potato pie on the plate to pieces.

"Even if I have help, there are at least a hundred trophies in that room!" Ron was not in a good mood. "You can't use magic! I'm not as good at scrubbing as Muggles."

Harry, who was often forced to do housework by his aunt and uncle, was envious of Ron's work. He would rather scrub than help Lockhart reply to fans.

But it is a pity that they cannot exchange tasks independently.

As the two sighed, the time soon came to eight o'clock in the evening. Ron and Wood went to the trophy display room on the fourth floor, while Harry went to the third floor alone and knocked on the door of Lockhart's office.

"Oh my God! There must be more than a hundred trophies here!"

When Ron and Wood came to the prize display room carrying buckets and rags, and saw the dense rows of trophies and medals, they felt bad.

There were many more trophies and medals than he imagined.

"Do we have to finish wiping them off tonight?"

Even Wood's face was pale. He turned to look at Filch, who was supervising the work, and asked with a trembling voice.

"Of course," Filch smiled sinisterly, "How else can I make you little villains understand your mistakes?"

Then he smacked his lips regretfully and said: "It's a pity that the potion ingredients ordered by Professor Snape haven't arrived yet, otherwise he would have planned to choose one of you to help him handle the ingredients... If you ask me, you should be of confinement.”

Ron and Wood shuddered together, not daring to continue talking nonsense. They picked up the rag and wiped the trophies in the room vigorously.

As they wiped, Filch kept wandering around them like a ghost, and every now and then he would point out what they had missed...even if it was just a tiny speck of dust in the cracks.

With the existence of convenient spells, wizards basically had no housework. Ron and Wood wiped the trophy clumsily, and had to deal with Filch's picky. After just a few wipes, their arms became sore.

However, as time went by, although the two of them became more and more tired, they gradually became more proficient in the work at hand, and their efficiency was improved than at the beginning. If it weren't for Filch who kept picking on him, They actually work quite smoothly.

"Meow~"

|ΦωΦ=)

Just when the two were getting better and had wiped about a third of the trophy, a cat meowed suddenly from outside the door, and a round-headed kitten opened the door of the showroom with its head and poked its head in. .

"Fish?"

Filch, who had always had a gloomy face, suddenly smiled. His ugly old face was filled with wrinkles and became much softer.

He took out a bag of dried fish from his arms, shook it gently twice, and said to Feishi: "Come on, I just made this in the evening, it's fresh."

Fish slipped in through the crack in the door, walked to Filch's side with light steps, then transformed into a cat-man form, and took the bag from his hand.

"Good evening, Argus... Are Ron and Oliver in solitary confinement?"

(●Φ~Φ●)

While chewing the dried fish, Fish tilted his head and looked at the two people who were still fighting for the trophy.

"Yes, they violated school rules and were punished by Professor McGonagall to come here to clean the trophy. You can't help."

In order to prevent Fish from using magic spells to help Ron and Wood, Filch directly moved out of Professor McGonagall.

"Fish won't help meow!"

In Kitty's world view, if they get caught in trouble, they deserve to be punished... Who let them get caught accidentally? If, like him and the twins, he wasn't caught easily, wouldn't everything be fine?

So Ron and Wood were imprisoned because they were stupid, and Fish would have no sympathy for them.

"I came here to sleep, meow!"

Quickly clearing away a bag of dried fish, Fish patted the crumbs on his hands and explained his purpose to Filch.

Filch was also aware of Fish's penchant for sleeping on trophies, and Mrs. Norris had the same hobby and would take a nap here 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 liked more, and ran over.

Just when Fish was about to change back to his original form and jump in, he suddenly stopped.

"Sniff..."

Fish sniffed twice with his little nose, and his brows twisted involuntarily.

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The smell of the decontamination and brightener on it was a bit strong, and Fish didn't like it very much.

So he took out his wand from his pocket.

"Deodorize!"

(●ΦωΦ●)つ━☆*.

After casting a deodorizing spell on the trophy, Fish nodded with satisfaction, turned into a cat and got in.

But he didn't sleep, but put his head on the edge of the trophy, watching Ron and Wood wiping the trophy with interest.

Anyway, even if he slept, he was just dozing, and it was more interesting to watch them in solitary confinement.

Fish shook his ears, and the tip of his tail twitched up and down, which was quite comfortable, forming a sharp contrast with Ron and Wood who were working.

After a while, Mrs. Norris, who was patrolling outside for Filch, also slipped in. She found a trophy to sit in, followed Firch's example, joined the group watching Ron and Wood, and occasionally communicated with Firch in cat language.

Although it felt a little strange to be stared at by two cats, Ron and Wood felt a little relieved.

Because Filch finally stopped hanging around them, but moved a chair to sit next to Firch and Mrs. Norris, scratching the chins of the two cats, feeding them small fish, etc.

And Firch also took out the magic comb given by Professor McGonagall and used it to comb his and Mrs. Norris's hair.

After watching for a long time, Firch, who gradually felt bored, closed his eyes, adjusted his posture, and fell asleep...

"Ah! Finally done!"

Ron's long sigh woke Firch up, and he poked his head out of the trophy.

Ron and Wood were sitting on the ground back to back, looking exhausted.

After carefully checking all the trophies, Filch hummed and said, "You barely passed."

"Argus, is their detention over meow?"

Fish jumped out of the trophy and asked.

"Yes," Filch replied reluctantly, "I think they should be given more work. You know, this job was originally for Weasley alone."

"Oh, don't worry about such trivial matters meow."

(●ΦωΦ●)ヅ

Fish slapped his arm twice, then shouted to the air: "Comey!"

"What do you want, Master Fish?"

The house elf appeared in front of him in an instant.

"Send 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, calling out to others: "Lorris, Argus, Ron, Oliver, come and have a midnight snack together meow."

Mrs. Norris immediately jumped onto the dining table and picked up a boiled shrimp and started to eat it.

Ron and Wood looked at Filch for a moment before sitting down next to Filch awkwardly.

It was Filch's invitation, otherwise the only way to get the two who disliked each other to sit together for dinner was when the school held a banquet.

The three of them ate the food on the table in silence, and the atmosphere seemed a little weird.

But Filch was unaware of all this, and he was eating happily.

"Meow?!"

Just when the food on the table was almost finished, Filch's cat ears suddenly turned, and then he suddenly stopped eating and turned his head to look at the ground to his right.

"What's wrong? Filch?"

Ron swallowed the chicken leg in his mouth and asked curiously.

"Someone is provoking Filch!"

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The kitten said seriously, put down the food in his hand, stood up and ran out.

"I'm going to fight him, meow!"

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