Chapter 246 A Hanging Thread
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Hua Shui Jun
Chapter 246 A Hanging Thread
"Okay, wait here for me--"
After Sirius roughly described how the Marauder's Map was confiscated, and what the map looked like, Amosta immediately went to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of Floo powder from the shelf and threw it Entering the fireplace, there was a roar, and the jumping flames turned green. Amosta stepped into the fireplace with one step and disappeared from Sirius' sight.
The room was dark and dingy, without windows, except for a solitary oil lamp hanging from the low ceiling.
There was a faint smell of fried fish in the air, and there were many wooden filing cabinets lined up on the surrounding walls. Judging from the labels, these cabinets should contain detailed information on every student Filch had punished.
On the wall behind the desk was a set of shiny hinges and handcuffs or something that had hung there since Amostar's school days here, and Filch fancied day and night that they would do something. , but it is a pity that they are still decorations after all these years.
Clang!
"Oh, damn it, is it—"
A phantom suddenly appeared in the narrow fireplace, and because of miscalculation of the messiness in the room, Amosta kicked Mrs. Norris's rice bowl away.
Filch, who was scolding the little wizard, cursed subconsciously, and when he saw who the visitor was, his goldfish eyes immediately protruded from his sockets, and his red and sagging cheeks also turned pale.
"I didn't know it was you, Mr. Blaine!"
Filch glared viciously at the Weasley brothers who were standing by the table idly, but subconsciously stood up straight after recognizing the visitor, and then said in a startled tone,
"I was interrogating these two rascals and didn't notice it was you, sir!"
"It's okay, Argus, I took the liberty to visit and interrupt your work."
Amosta waved his hands and smiled, then he turned his eyes to Fred and George who were a little uncomfortable,
"What's the matter, two, what trouble have you caused yourself?"
"Oh, it's not our professor who caused the trouble!"
Fred closed his eyes and made a grimace, as if Professor Blaine's words hurt him deeply, "Explain, George."
"That's right, professor, you know we're going to take the O·W·L exam next year, and the students around us are very anxious, and we can't just sit around--"
"so what?"
Amostar gestured to Filch not to worry, then folded his arms and listened to Weasley's nonsense with great interest.
"We are determined to study hard and make up for the youth wasted when we were young and ignorant," Fred said innocently, blinking his eyes. "We have found a quiet classroom and are concentrating on magic research, but this Mr. Filch Came in with his cat and made a fuss to put a crime on us--"
"Bullshit!"
Filch's drooping face frantically pulled out, and he spit angrily at Amosta's face,
"Mr. Blaine, don't listen to the nonsense of these two little beasts,"
Before Amosta could speak, Filch opened his hand excitedly, revealing a flesh-colored slender rope in his palm,
"Look, Professor Blaine, I snatched this from them. It can be shortened and lengthened. I haven't figured out what this thing can do, but at least, I bet it has nothing to do with learning. It must be another Those stupid pranks!"
"You just can't figure it out," Fred retorted, "so you're framing us."
"Let me see, Filch."
Amosta hooked his fingers, and the flesh-colored string automatically flew into his hand. He picked up a small piece with his thumb and index finger and put it in front of him. There were meteor-like flashes in his purple eyes. The passing light flashed by.
Fred gave George a look: What's to be done bro, we can't expect Professor Blaine to be as stupid as Filch?
George: Want to open a little brother, maybe he is confused today!
Time passed by, and about a minute later, Amosta ended his observation, looked at the Weasley brothers who stood awe-inspiring, and threw the things over, his eyes full of appreciation,
"This rope is really redundant. Didn't Professor Flitwick teach you the 'simultaneous spell'?"
Fred and George looked at each other, seeing the excitement in each other's eyes,
"Can you give us some pointers, Professor Blaine!"
Amosta did not hesitate to impart knowledge just because he was not a substitute professor. He asked the bewildered Filch for a quill, and wrote a few books on a form for registering 'crime' information. name, and handed the paper to the excited and overwhelmed twins,
"There is no doubt about your talent, but relying on talent alone cannot support your free-spirited brains. Knowledge reserves are very important."
"You're right, Professor Bryan!" Fred nodded seriously, "We're going to loot the library right now!"
Filch watched this scene from the side with a look of loss, but after he heard the words from his immediate superior, he immediately became happy again.
"Anyway, Argus didn't wrong you two. Now I need to consult Argus about something. You two come here again in your spare time this week and accept your punishment."
Fred and George Hammer walked into the room dejectedly, and closed the door behind them.
"Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Blaine!"
Filch, who got his wish, said happily.
"Well, Argus—"
Amosta dare not say that he was a well-behaved little wizard when he was in school, but he must be low-key, humble and extremely cautious. Apart from being confined in Professor Snape's office, Filch has never arrested He lived in his trap, so he only heard about this infamous office in chats with the young wizards in the same courtyard, and never visited it in person.
Looking around, Amosta landed on the cabinets full of labels,
"I came to you looking for something, it's a blank piece of parchment that should look old, it's about this big when spread out—"
Amosta gestured to Filch with his hands and said,
"It seems that you confiscated this thing from several students over the past ten years. It's been a long time. I don't know if you will have a reflection."
What followed was a burst of rummaging. Filch opened almost all the drawers in the room that could hold things. Known corners waiting to decay into dust.
From the beginning to the end, Amosta didn't make any urging, but Filch was obviously under tremendous pressure. He rummaged wildly while searching,
"Damn, damn, it's possible that thieves have entered here!"
An hour later, Filch finally gave up searching. He straightened his sore waist and said to Amosta with a mournful face,
"Give me some more time, I swear I will find what you want."
This situation did not surprise Amosta. After more than ten years, a piece of parchment without any special appearance may have long been used as a draft and then thrown into the fireplace and burned. Facing Filch's apology, he just sighed regretfully and said in relief,
"Do your best, Argus, it's nothing if you can't find it."
But his magnanimity made Filch even more disturbed. After all, Mr. Blaine rarely gave him orders, and he screwed up another rare opportunity to do meritorious service.
"I'll go back and look through my residence today, Mr. Blaine, and I'll report to you if I can find it!"
cried Filch nervously before Amostar stepped into the fireplace.
"Then I'm counting on you, Argus—"
Amosta waved his hands with his back to Filch, and his figure changed into a phantom again and disappeared into the forest green flames.
Behind a tapestry on the side of the grand staircase on the first floor of the castle, Fred and George looked at each other, and both saw the anxiety in each other's eyes.
"That's not so good——" Fred pulled back the flesh-colored string desperately, "How did Professor Bryan know that thing, Harry couldn't have said it, right?"
"We'll never figure it out,"
George, who probed his head to observe the movement outside, said urgently,
"But we have to give Harry a heads up!"
(End of this chapter)
"Okay, wait here for me--"
After Sirius roughly described how the Marauder's Map was confiscated, and what the map looked like, Amosta immediately went to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of Floo powder from the shelf and threw it Entering the fireplace, there was a roar, and the jumping flames turned green. Amosta stepped into the fireplace with one step and disappeared from Sirius' sight.
The room was dark and dingy, without windows, except for a solitary oil lamp hanging from the low ceiling.
There was a faint smell of fried fish in the air, and there were many wooden filing cabinets lined up on the surrounding walls. Judging from the labels, these cabinets should contain detailed information on every student Filch had punished.
On the wall behind the desk was a set of shiny hinges and handcuffs or something that had hung there since Amostar's school days here, and Filch fancied day and night that they would do something. , but it is a pity that they are still decorations after all these years.
Clang!
"Oh, damn it, is it—"
A phantom suddenly appeared in the narrow fireplace, and because of miscalculation of the messiness in the room, Amosta kicked Mrs. Norris's rice bowl away.
Filch, who was scolding the little wizard, cursed subconsciously, and when he saw who the visitor was, his goldfish eyes immediately protruded from his sockets, and his red and sagging cheeks also turned pale.
"I didn't know it was you, Mr. Blaine!"
Filch glared viciously at the Weasley brothers who were standing by the table idly, but subconsciously stood up straight after recognizing the visitor, and then said in a startled tone,
"I was interrogating these two rascals and didn't notice it was you, sir!"
"It's okay, Argus, I took the liberty to visit and interrupt your work."
Amosta waved his hands and smiled, then he turned his eyes to Fred and George who were a little uncomfortable,
"What's the matter, two, what trouble have you caused yourself?"
"Oh, it's not our professor who caused the trouble!"
Fred closed his eyes and made a grimace, as if Professor Blaine's words hurt him deeply, "Explain, George."
"That's right, professor, you know we're going to take the O·W·L exam next year, and the students around us are very anxious, and we can't just sit around--"
"so what?"
Amostar gestured to Filch not to worry, then folded his arms and listened to Weasley's nonsense with great interest.
"We are determined to study hard and make up for the youth wasted when we were young and ignorant," Fred said innocently, blinking his eyes. "We have found a quiet classroom and are concentrating on magic research, but this Mr. Filch Came in with his cat and made a fuss to put a crime on us--"
"Bullshit!"
Filch's drooping face frantically pulled out, and he spit angrily at Amosta's face,
"Mr. Blaine, don't listen to the nonsense of these two little beasts,"
Before Amosta could speak, Filch opened his hand excitedly, revealing a flesh-colored slender rope in his palm,
"Look, Professor Blaine, I snatched this from them. It can be shortened and lengthened. I haven't figured out what this thing can do, but at least, I bet it has nothing to do with learning. It must be another Those stupid pranks!"
"You just can't figure it out," Fred retorted, "so you're framing us."
"Let me see, Filch."
Amosta hooked his fingers, and the flesh-colored string automatically flew into his hand. He picked up a small piece with his thumb and index finger and put it in front of him. There were meteor-like flashes in his purple eyes. The passing light flashed by.
Fred gave George a look: What's to be done bro, we can't expect Professor Blaine to be as stupid as Filch?
George: Want to open a little brother, maybe he is confused today!
Time passed by, and about a minute later, Amosta ended his observation, looked at the Weasley brothers who stood awe-inspiring, and threw the things over, his eyes full of appreciation,
"This rope is really redundant. Didn't Professor Flitwick teach you the 'simultaneous spell'?"
Fred and George looked at each other, seeing the excitement in each other's eyes,
"Can you give us some pointers, Professor Blaine!"
Amosta did not hesitate to impart knowledge just because he was not a substitute professor. He asked the bewildered Filch for a quill, and wrote a few books on a form for registering 'crime' information. name, and handed the paper to the excited and overwhelmed twins,
"There is no doubt about your talent, but relying on talent alone cannot support your free-spirited brains. Knowledge reserves are very important."
"You're right, Professor Bryan!" Fred nodded seriously, "We're going to loot the library right now!"
Filch watched this scene from the side with a look of loss, but after he heard the words from his immediate superior, he immediately became happy again.
"Anyway, Argus didn't wrong you two. Now I need to consult Argus about something. You two come here again in your spare time this week and accept your punishment."
Fred and George Hammer walked into the room dejectedly, and closed the door behind them.
"Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Blaine!"
Filch, who got his wish, said happily.
"Well, Argus—"
Amosta dare not say that he was a well-behaved little wizard when he was in school, but he must be low-key, humble and extremely cautious. Apart from being confined in Professor Snape's office, Filch has never arrested He lived in his trap, so he only heard about this infamous office in chats with the young wizards in the same courtyard, and never visited it in person.
Looking around, Amosta landed on the cabinets full of labels,
"I came to you looking for something, it's a blank piece of parchment that should look old, it's about this big when spread out—"
Amosta gestured to Filch with his hands and said,
"It seems that you confiscated this thing from several students over the past ten years. It's been a long time. I don't know if you will have a reflection."
What followed was a burst of rummaging. Filch opened almost all the drawers in the room that could hold things. Known corners waiting to decay into dust.
From the beginning to the end, Amosta didn't make any urging, but Filch was obviously under tremendous pressure. He rummaged wildly while searching,
"Damn, damn, it's possible that thieves have entered here!"
An hour later, Filch finally gave up searching. He straightened his sore waist and said to Amosta with a mournful face,
"Give me some more time, I swear I will find what you want."
This situation did not surprise Amosta. After more than ten years, a piece of parchment without any special appearance may have long been used as a draft and then thrown into the fireplace and burned. Facing Filch's apology, he just sighed regretfully and said in relief,
"Do your best, Argus, it's nothing if you can't find it."
But his magnanimity made Filch even more disturbed. After all, Mr. Blaine rarely gave him orders, and he screwed up another rare opportunity to do meritorious service.
"I'll go back and look through my residence today, Mr. Blaine, and I'll report to you if I can find it!"
cried Filch nervously before Amostar stepped into the fireplace.
"Then I'm counting on you, Argus—"
Amosta waved his hands with his back to Filch, and his figure changed into a phantom again and disappeared into the forest green flames.
Behind a tapestry on the side of the grand staircase on the first floor of the castle, Fred and George looked at each other, and both saw the anxiety in each other's eyes.
"That's not so good——" Fred pulled back the flesh-colored string desperately, "How did Professor Bryan know that thing, Harry couldn't have said it, right?"
"We'll never figure it out,"
George, who probed his head to observe the movement outside, said urgently,
"But we have to give Harry a heads up!"
(End of this chapter)
