Chapter 178 Heavy snow seals the mountain

"Although I have always hated Mr. Filch before, because he always appears suddenly, and that cat!" Hermione said dissatisfied, "Whether it's not returning to the dormitory at the specified time, running around in the corridor, or other things Whatever, he will always find you and lock you up."

"Because I hate what he does, so occasionally, I will play tricks on him like them, such as deliberately making a loud noise, watching him hurriedly run over but miss it, and then sneak away from other places, etc. ..." Hermione smiled sheepishly.

Robert joked, "I really didn't expect that Miss Granger actually has such a side?"

Hermione shrank her neck and said, "Because they all do this..."

Halfway through her words, Hermione lowered her head and said in a low tone, "It's wrong for me to do this, right?"

"It depends on how you define right and wrong. If treating Filch well is wrong and teasing Filch is right, in fact, there is nothing wrong with what you did." Robert said softly, "Then, you What do you think?"

Hermione felt even more guilty, "I shouldn't have teased him."

"In fact, almost everyone in this castle is prejudiced against Mr. Filch." Robert continued in a gentle tone. "The professors know that he is a squib, so they look down on him. The students hate him because he is too harsh. But in fact, he is just an old man who still has illusions about the identity of a wizard. His only mistake is that he cannot give up his obsession with magic. If he can give up his dream of becoming a wizard, I think Filch Sir, you can also find a good job in the Muggle world."

Robert joked, "At least, he has an unparalleled talent for scaring children."

Hermione nodded in agreement, "I think so too."

The two chatted for a while, and Hermione whispered, "Thank you, Robert."

"Ah." Robert blinked innocently, "I didn't do anything. I even kidnapped a lady for a night out."

Nodding, Hermione said seriously, "You actually kidnapped a lady late at night. Robert, you are really going too far!"

Robert, “…”

Whatever you say is what it is.

After their chance encounter with Mr. Filch and Professor Snape, the two never met anyone else again.

Professor Flitwick went out drinking again during the night patrol, praying that he could come back before Professor McGonagall found out. Of course, judging from his night patrol records for so many years, that was just a wish.

Hermione skipped back to the dormitory, thinking that the damage Ron had done to her tonight had faded, and the rest would take time to heal.

Hopefully Mr. Filch's misadventures can give her some inspiration?

In a blink of an eye, it started to snow outside the castle.

Although Hogwarts Castle is hidden in thick fog and mountains, its general location is in the northern part of the Kingdom of Corruption.

Originally an island country with a latitude of more than 50 degrees north, its northern part can definitely be called a high latitude area, and it will definitely see snow in December.

The annual Magic Snowball Competition requires this heavy snow.

It's just that this year's wind is very noisy, and the heavy snow has been raging crazily for half a month with no sign of stopping.

"You won't miss this year's Magic Snowball Competition, right?" Stebbins said worriedly, "I heard that this year's freshmen have found a way to deal with the Ravenclaws. If the competition is stopped due to a blizzard, It’s just too disappointing.”

Summers is fighting polenta today. I really don’t know how the house elves made this stuff. It’s so thick that it’s almost indistinguishable from a spoon. The taste is secondary. The main thing is that it’s extremely hot. The golden spoon can be inserted into it. , and then pull it out, not to mention the paste on the spoon, the spoon alone can bring psychological shadow to the little wizards who don't eat well.

The tongue is scalded and swollen.

"Don't worry." Robert patted him on the shoulder, "The professors will solve this problem."

Just then, Hermione ran over.

The little badgers looked at the little girl curiously, and when they saw that she was going to find Robert, they all showed strange smiles.

"..." What are you bastards thinking! Do you think I would attack such a young lolita?

Innocent!

"Morning, Hermione." Robert greeted with a smile, "Would you like to try the cornstarch? Although this stuff doesn't taste very good, it's still very nutritious."

Hermione was originally ready to refuse, but after hearing Robert's words, she glanced at the Hufflepuff table and asked, "Why is your food different from ours?"

"Just like Gryffindor likes adventure, Ravenclaw likes knowledge, we Hufflepuff prefer...eating." Robert's words made Stebbins almost spit out the egg waffle in his mouth, he was so excited He wanted to protest that he was not a foodie, but threw all his words out of his mind when Summers handed him another waffle.

So delicious.

Due to the addition of honey, the whole pancake tastes sweet and has a strong sweet smell. Stebbins feels that he can sit here and eat it all morning.

The little badgers made room for Hermione. Although the professors didn't like the little wizards running around during mealtimes, as long as they were thick-skinned and could do a 360° backflip in the auditorium under Professor McGonagall's laser eyes, it wasn't impossible. .

"I heard that there was a game recently where the winning house would get 50 points, but why didn't anyone seem to care about that game?" Hermione asked puzzledly, "Shouldn't it be like Quidditch, where everyone discusses the team together? Shape, conduct drills, and improve the winning rate of the game?"

Summers turned his head, glanced at her doubtfully, and asked, "Didn't your prefect tell you about this competition?"

"I don't know." Hermione shook her head, "I only found out about such a competition today."

Robert was also a little confused, "Didn't you finish reading "Hogwarts: A School History"?"

Hermione raised her head blankly, "I've finished reading it, but there is no such competition."

"That's a pity." Summers stirred the paste in the bowl with a spoon, "If you read the version after 1990, there will definitely be records on it."

Hermione was stunned, "Are there different versions?"

"Hey, Miss Granger." Summers rolled his eyes, "If books are not divided into reprints, hardcover editions, and collector's editions, how can you earn royalties? I remember the oldest school history book in the library. It’s a version from more than 700 years ago, and Principal Dumbledore didn’t even mention it.”

Hermione laughed dryly, "You should say that Professor Binns was not in office at that time."

"You guessed this wrong." Robert served Hermione a bowl of paste. "Professor Binns is a veteran in this castle. In fact, he can be said to be the first professor to be invited."