Chapter 38 Mr. Filch’s Disaster

"It seems that he is not in his office." Fred said with a smile, "Let's hurry up. By the time he comes down from the seventh floor, we will already be in the auditorium."

Robert sighed, okay, you all said that.

"Then the question is, where is Honeydukes' fireplace..." Robert's eyes twitched, "Besides, it doesn't feel right to use other people's floo powder."

"Leave it to us!" With that said, the two brothers lifted off their invisibility robes and walked straight into Honeydukes.

Robert could only follow behind them.

After a series of explanations, Mr. Flume agreed to lend them the fireplace, and they only had to pay for the floo powder.

The three of them stood in front of the fireplace. Fred raised his eyebrows and asked, "Robert, have you ever used the fireplace?"

Robert shook his head.

"Then, let me demonstrate to you first." Fred said with a smile, grabbed a handful of Floo powder, walked into the flames, and shouted, "Hogwarts Castle Administrator's Office!"

Huge green flames rose from the soles of his feet, and Fred was instantly engulfed by the flames. Looking closer, he had disappeared into the fireplace.

George looked at Robert with a smile, "Are you coming first?"

Robert grabbed a handful of floo powder with an expressionless face, sighed silently in his heart, and prayed that he would never be caught. Then, as the green light flashed, he disappeared into the flames.

As if he had been thrown into a large drum washing machine, Robert felt like the world was spinning, as if something was dragging him towards the unknown front. When he reacted again, the scene in front of him had changed.

Shaking his head, Robert felt that he was covered in soot.

"Sneeze!" He sneezed and his nose twitched a few times before he felt comfortable.

After casting a descaling spell on Fred and himself who were standing aside, Robert walked out of the fireplace, and then he covered his nose.

There were no windows in this room, and a dim oil lamp hung on the low ceiling. A strong smell of fish mixed with the smell of fried food floated in the air.

"It's so dark." Robert muttered. It turned out that this was Mr. Filch's office.

"Boom!" Just when Robert was thinking wildly, a loud noise came, George appeared behind him, Robert cast another descaling spell on him, and he became clean.

Taking out the Marauder's Map and looking at it, Robert breathed a sigh of relief. Filch was still on the seventh floor.

"Let's go quickly," Robert said, handing the map back to Fred. "It's not a good thing to be discovered by Mr. Filch."

With that said, he prepared to open the door.

"Wait a minute." Fred grabbed Robert, "We can't just leave, we have to leave something for Filch."

George also grinned and said, "We are always put in solitary confinement and threatened with flogging. We also hold grudges!"

Half an hour later, the three of them arrived at the auditorium. The dining table was already full of little wizards, chattering about their excitement that the exam week was over. Some were even talking about their summer vacation plans.

Robert asked Fred in a low voice, "Where did you hide the dung bomb?"

Fred snickered and whispered back, "We hid three dung bombs under the ashes of Filch's fireplace..."

"As long as he lights the fire and the Floo powder explodes..."

"Boom!" George made a gesture like he was being showered by a dung bomb after an explosion, with a shocked expression holding back a smile.

"Hey hey hey hey..." the twins laughed secretly.

"Maybe before I leave, I can see Mr. Filch looking for the murderer in the castle with a gloomy face."

As they spoke, the three of them returned to their seats.

When it was time for dinner, Robert was surprised to find that Principal Dumbledore did not show up.

This is a rare thing. What this old kid likes to do most is to watch his students being naughty and mischievous. If something big had not happened, he would never fail to show up in the restaurant.

"Hey, Cedric, do you know where Professor Dumbledore is?" Robert turned his head to Cedric. He has a father who is a baby-shower who works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic. Maybe he knows. Click on Insider Information.

Cedric was sharing his learning experience with the little badgers. Hearing Robert's question, he hesitated for a moment and then said, "The principal does have something wrong. Well, I mean, I don't know, but he must have something." You're out, aren't you? That's not common."

"Okay, Cedric, this is not like you." Robert hugged the handsome boy and said seductively, "Come on, tell us, a little inside information, what you can tell, you see, we all I'm very worried about the professor, and it's definitely not to pry into things we shouldn't know."

Cedric looked up and saw eyes full of curiosity.

At that moment, Cedric was a little autistic. What a thirst for knowledge in his eyes... Aren't you Hufflepuff students? Why did he suddenly become like those Ravenclaws!

"Okay, okay, I heard that the new Minister of Magic will be confirmed tonight, so I guess the principal may have delayed his meal because of this matter." Cedric prostrated himself under the eyes of the little badgers and could only Confess the part of yourself that you know honestly.

The little badgers looked confused. They were still young and didn't understand the connection between the election of the Minister of Magic and the absence of Principal Dumbledore at Hogwarts.

Robert's eyes were beating wildly, here he comes, this hot man is here!

Cornelius Fudge.

"By the way, there will be a guessing activity in today's "Evening Prophet". If you guess correctly, you will receive a mysterious gift..."

Just as he was talking, a large group of owls flew in.

The little wizards looked at these smart birds in surprise. Don't they all appear in the morning?

As each newspaper was unfolded by the little wizard, they finally knew the reason for the appearance of these little guys.

Raise paw, ask for money, 5 kats.

"Hey, this is just a piece of paper!" Stebbins glared, trying to make the greedy bird give up the idea of ​​blackmailing him.

However, it was useless.

The owl gave him a "poor devil" contemptuous look and flew to the next little wizard.

Robert picked up the newspaper. There was only one piece of news on it, "Who will be the new Minister of Magic?" ! 》

Below are seven avatars. There is a small colorful card under each picture. Choose the card of the person you support and write your name, which means you have participated in the contest.

Robert shrugged, took off the green card, which represented Cornelius Fudge, and wrote his name on it.

When he wrote the last stroke and put down the quill, the other cards in the newspaper burned automatically, leaving only the card in Robert's hand that turned into a paper crane and flew out of the auditorium at an extremely fast speed and disappeared into the night. .

Robert showed a strange expression, "It won't fly to Diagon Alley."

"You should find the nearest fireplace..." Cedric said.

Robert's face became even weirder. The nearest fireplace? Isn't that just...