Chapter 214 Calm down

Just when Lu Wei was thinking about whether he should establish his majesty in front of this little guy so that he wouldn't dare to distract his master's attention.

"Creak", the door of Hagrid's hut was pushed open.

With his sleepy eyes half open, Hagrid looked like he was hungover. Apparently, he just heard Fang's shouting and out of some instinct, opened the door to check the situation.

Then, he rubbed his eyes, a little doubtful about life.

"Merlin, I'm not awake yet, am I?" Hagrid muttered, rubbed his eyes again, and looked outside the room again.

The half-giant Hagrid was finally able to confirm what he saw - his dog was sitting at the door, sticking out his tongue at him.

Or the one with three heads, three times the happiness?

"...I should close the door and take another look." Hagrid said drowsily, "Robert said that this situation must be that I opened the door wrong. Just close the door and take another look to confirm. "

He was looking forward to it so much that he closed the door with a "bang".

"Ouch?" Lu Wei No. 1 was confused.

Lu Wei No. 2 was wondering if he had done something to make his master angry.

Lu Wei No. 3 said, since the master doesn’t care about us, why not us...

Just when the adventurous little factor in Lu Wei's body was about to move, Hagrid opened the door again, and his whole body felt bad.

"Hachi - hachi hachi -" The dog's head couldn't help but rub against Hagrid, and Lu Wei No. 3 couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick it from bottom to top...

The smelly, sticky saliva covered the half-giant's body.

Hagrid's eyes were dull and he was sober from drinking.

He looked at the big dog, subconsciously touched its head, and then said in a panic, "Oh oh oh, Lu Wei, good boy, do you miss me? No, why are you outside my door?!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha."

"But, didn't Principal Dumbledore tell you to stay in that room and guard the Philosopher's Stone..." Hagrid looked confused and began to feel that something was wrong.

"Ha ha ha ha ha."

Hagrid looked at his dog in disbelief, his voice rising to a dozen pitches, "So, you sneaked out on your own?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha." Lu Wei said, Master, Master, look, I have come out, can we go to the Forbidden Forest for some fun? That room was so unfriendly, small and dark, I wanted to run in the sunshine!

Hagrid was about to cry, "You are the guard! Lu Wei! Why did you run away! How can I explain this to the principal!"

"Ha ha ha ha." Lu Wei didn't care what his master said, he happily circled around him.

Principal Dumbledore caught the unconscious Peeves and used a special method.

Countries have unique ways to deal with ghosts, but according to some accounts in the United States and Neon, salt can harm ghosts.

Especially Peeves.

Peeves was tied tightly with a rope soaked in salt water, at least until the salt water evaporated. Peeves would have to be tied up like this.

The reason why Peeves was dealt with so leisurely was because the principal received feedback that all the Gryffindor little lions went to the auditorium and waited obediently for the professors to deal with the follow-up.

"Mr. Weasley, thank you very much for your bravery. I think each of you can get 50 points." Principal Dumbledore said, "But now, we need to see how other students are doing."

Fred and George's eyes widened.

"Fifty points?!" Fred's voice broke, "Merlin! George, I actually got 50 points!"

"I want to write a letter to tell mother the good news!" George also broke his voice.

Seeing the funny looks of the two guys, Principal Dumbledore smiled, and then became a little worried.

The chaos had been suppressed, and he knew the culprit of the crisis.

Harry Potter.

Principal Dumbledore looked at the wand in his hand. What a familiar wave of magic power. It belonged to Fawkes.

Silently put away his wand, Mr. Headmaster needed to have a good chat with Harry.

A child once went astray in front of him, and Principal Dumbledore felt that he would never make the same mistake again.

Harry, who was dragged away by Filch, felt that he was definitely doomed this time!

As soon as he stepped into the corridor, Filch's expression immediately darkened.

"Oh." He made a meaningless sound, "What is this."

Harry didn't dare look at his face.

That must be an expression of extreme anger.

"Mr. Potter." Filch's voice was so calm that Harry couldn't stop trembling. "This is the glory of Hogwarts. Every student with extraordinary achievements will leave their mark and trophy here." , emblems, statues.”

Involuntarily, Harry thought of the Quidditch trophy with his father's name on it.

"I always feel that I am a member of Hogwarts, so I keep these things carefully. After all, someone has to do such small things, right?" Filch rambled, "They said, Filch , this is just a matter of magic spell, why bother to wipe it with your own hands?"

Harry's breath hitched.

"Aha." Filch looked at Harry, and the look in his eyes made Harry's heart stop. "Anyway, for wizards like you, honor is just a matter of a moment, and things like trophies are not necessary at all. , it is just something that is occasionally used to show off. Honor, honor, honor..."

His voice was full of anger, "You guys really make me sick!"

Filch glared at him with an expression that frightened Harry.

He had never known that a person's expression could be so evil. Harry even thought that the other person would pounce on him and bite him.

Harry ran away in panic. He didn't know why Filch let him leave, but...

He was really scared!

For the first time, he truly felt Filch's hatred. Why would such a person become an administrator?

Filch looked at the dusty showroom in front of him, feeling so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

Mrs. Norris was spinning at his feet, eager to comfort him.

No one knew what these things meant to Filch, who couldn't use magic.

Every time he raised them, Filch would put himself into the identity of the owner of the prizes, as if he were in the arena, hearing the cheers of the audience, and seeing the looks of joy or jealousy from them.

Every time I wipe it, I seem to be able to see myself holding the victory trophy, celebrating and showing off with my friends.

Every time I saw the little wizard destroying them, I felt a deep sting, as if the most important treasures were being trampled on like trash.

Holding his cat in his arms, Filch fell down on the corridor, looking at the broken display cabinet and the fragments of prizes scattered on the floor, some of which even turned into powder.

Filch suddenly had an idea.

Maybe, my pursuit of the wizard's path was wrong in the first place?