Chapter 51： On Actors' Self-cultivation

Chapter 51 On Actors' Self-cultivation

"Do you really want to throw it here?"

In the corner of the corridor on the second floor, the Weasley twins were whispering softly. After yesterday's hard work, Fred has successfully mastered the lock-picking spell. The next morning, the two couldn't wait to find trouble with Filch, and that's how this scene happened.

"Yes, throw it here." George looked up at the end of the corridor, nodded and said, "Yesterday, William in the third grade threw the dung bomb here, and I heard that it took Filch a long time to throw the dung bomb on the ground." The dung bombs are cleaned up."

"Okay, remember to cover me later." Fred looked like he was going to die generously. He saw Filch walking towards this side, quietly put his hand into the paper bag, and after taking out a big dung bomb , was just about to chat with George for a few more words, but suddenly found that his twin brother had disappeared without a trace.

"Bastard, you slipped really fast." Fred took a deep breath, and when Filch passed by, the dung bomb in his hand fell to the ground.

Pop.

A rotten smell spread from the ground, immediately filling most of the corridor. Filch lowered his head, the expressions on his face were almost twisted together, he suddenly raised his head, looked around frantically, his eyes fell on Fred who was holding the paper bag.

"You nasty brat, do you know how long it took me to clean up that big dung bomb yesterday?" Filch's face was flushed, and the muscles in his cheeks were twitching, looking like he was about to explode with anger, and he reached out and grabbed Fred's hand went up.

Fred's hands are dirty after escaping a dung bomb from a paper bag.

"The evidence is convincing, come with me, this time, I will lock you up no matter what," Filch grabbed Fred with one hand, and was about to pull him into his office, "I should have persuaded Dumbledore Lido, let him go back to the old-fashioned way of punishment, you guys hang from the ceiling for a few days, or take a whip to refresh your memory."

After Fred was taken away by Filch, George turned out from another passage, looked at Fred who was taken away by Filch, couldn't help swallowing, stared down at his paper bag, and hurriedly walked Follow them.

Fred looked back to see George following behind, and he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his brother didn't flinch, otherwise it would have been useless for him to be caught by Filch.

In other words, this guy's feet still smelled of rotten eggs, and he was constantly nagging, venting his inner anger.

Not long after, Filch brought Fred to his office.

"Don't even think about running away. If you run away, there will be no good fruit to eat." With a gloomy face, Filch pointed to the chains hanging behind the desk, and said in a low voice, "I'll put them on occasionally. Oil, you might be able to use it someday, I just want to teach you little **** a hard lesson, and if you want to violate school rules in the future, you will think twice, right?"

Fred didn't pay attention to Filch's nagging at all, and looked at this place that most students avoided.

He began to look for his goal, the location of that drawer.

Filch took out a roll of parchment from the desk drawer, spread it out in front of him, then picked up a long black quill, dipped it in the inkwell and asked

"Name..." Filch found that the other party didn't answer, and raised his head fiercely and asked, "Your name."

"Fred Weasley." Fred replied a little casually, he had already found the specific location of the drawer.

"Crime..."

"Use joke props in the hallway."

"You're tarnishing the castle."

"Punishment and imprisonment..." Before Filch could finish his sentence, a large dung egg was thrown into the office from the outside, and a disgusting smell of rotten eggs filled the entire office in an instant.

Filch's face was stunned for a moment, he dropped the quill, and frantically rushed towards the door, trying to catch the guy who dared to provoke him.

"I hope George can buy more time." After Filch chased him out, Fred immediately strode towards the filing cabinet, took out his wand, pointed to a drawer that read: confiscated materials, highly dangerous drawer, and read: "Alahoo hole is open."

Fred had practiced this spell many times last night. He quickly opened the drawer, grabbed an envelope, stuffed it into his pocket without even looking at it, and then closed the drawer again, returning to its original position.

Outside the office, the sound of Filch's footsteps was approaching. He had already grabbed George and entered the office by the ear.

"Very good, another little bastard." Panting, Filch pointed to the marks left by the dung bomb on the ground and said, "I'll let you guys clean up the marks you made, and I'll keep an eye on them. Watching you, don’t try to escape, don’t try to escape. Now, follow me to see Professor McGonagall.”

A few minutes later, Filch knocked on Professor McGonagall's office and told about the great achievements of the Weasley brothers. The expression on the dean of Gryffindor's face immediately collapsed. What happened to William yesterday made Professor McGonagall in a bad mood, and he didn't expect this kind of thing to happen again today.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor, Mr. Weasley, and confinement, I really don't know what you are thinking." Professor McGonagall nodded towards Filch, "Their confinement is arranged by you .”

"I'll make them realize their mistake." With a triumphant smile on his face, Filch led the twins away from Professor McGonagall's office.

"I want to clean up your pranks before going into confinement." Filch immediately looked behind Professor McGonagall's office, looking at the twin brothers with malicious eyes.

Fred and George looked at each other, and one of them muttered under his breath, "We still have class in the morning."

"Then I think you need to ask for leave, come with me." Filch strode towards the first floor of the castle.

The twins had to follow behind Filch. This scene attracted many curious eyes and whispers.

Fred turned his head sideways and winked at his brother, indicating that he had succeeded.

George couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. The adventure of the two of them was finally not in vain, otherwise they would really have put themselves in the trap.

Sure enough, when he caused trouble for Filch, he really couldn't be discovered by the other party.

The two were taken to the broom room under a spiral staircase on the first floor of Hogwarts Castle. Filch took out a bucket, mop, and broom from it and handed them to the twin brothers.

"Okay, let's start mopping the floor." Filch sneered maliciously at the two of them, "Just to let everyone see how mischief should be punished."

(end of this chapter)