Chapter 51： On actors’ self-quality

Chapter 51 On the Self-Qualification of Actors

 “Do you really want to throw it here?”

 In the corner of the corridor on the second floor, the Weasley twins were whispering quietly. After yesterday's efforts, Fred has successfully mastered the lock-picking spell. The next morning, the two couldn't wait to find trouble with Filch, which led to the scene before them.

"Yes, throw it here." George looked up to the end of the corridor, nodded and said, "Yesterday, third grade William threw the dung bomb here. I heard others said that it took Filch a long time to throw the dung bomb on the ground. Dungbomb cleanup.”

"Okay, remember to cover me later." Fred looked like he was willing to die generously. He saw Filch walking towards this side, quietly reached into the paper bag, took out a big dung bomb and , just about to chat with George for a few more words, he suddenly found that his twin brother had disappeared.

“You bastard, you ran away so fast.” Fred took a deep breath, and when Filch passed by, the dung bomb in his hand fell to the ground.

 Plop sound.

A rotten smell spread from the ground and immediately filled most of the corridor. Filch lowered his head, the expression on his face almost twisted together. He suddenly raised his head, looking around like crazy, and his eyes fell on Fred holding the paper bag.

"You annoying little brat, do you know how long I spent cleaning up that big dung bomb yesterday?" Filch's face turned red, and the muscles in his cheeks were twitching. He looked like he was about to explode with anger, and he reached out to grab it. Fred's hand went up.

 Fred’s hands were very dirty because he had just escaped from the dung bomb in the paper bag.

"The evidence is conclusive. Come with me. This time, I will imprison you no matter what." Filch grabbed Fred with one hand and prepared to drag him to his office. "I should have convinced Dumbledore a long time ago." Lido, let him go back to the old-fashioned way of punishment, where you guys hang from the ceiling for a few days, or get a whipping to sharpen your memory."

After Fred was taken away by Filch, George turned out of another passage and looked at Fred being taken away by Filch. He couldn't help but swallowed, stared down at his paper bag, and hurriedly walked Follow them.

Fred turned around and saw George following behind, and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his brother didn't flinch, otherwise he would have been caught by Filch in vain.

By the way, this guy's feet still smell like rotten eggs, and he is constantly chattering to vent 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." Filch had a gloomy face, pointed at the chains hanging behind the desk, and whispered, "I will chain them occasionally. Oil, you might be able to use it one day, but I can only teach you little **** a lesson, so you will think twice if you want to violate school rules in the future, right?"

Fred paid no attention to Filch's nagging and looked at this place that most students avoided.

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

Filch took out a roll of parchment from the drawer on the desk, spread it 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, raised his head sharply and asked, "Your name."

"Fred Weasley." Fred answered a little casually. He had already found the specific location of the drawer.

 “Crime…”

 “Use joke props in the hallway.”

 “You are defiling the castle.”

"Punishment and confinement..." Before Filch could finish his words, a big dung egg was thrown into the office from outside, and a disgusting smell of rotten eggs instantly filled the entire office.

There was a moment of astonishment on Filch's face. He dropped his quill and rushed towards the door like crazy, trying to catch the guy who dared to provoke him.

"I hope George can buy a little more time." After Filch chased him out, Fred immediately strode to the filing cabinet, took out his wand and pointed at a drawer that read: Confiscated Materials, Highly Dangerous, and gently tapped it, saying: "The Alajo hole opens."

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

Outside the office, Filch's footsteps were approaching. He had already grabbed George and entered the office by his ears.

"Very good, another little brat." Filch gasped and pointed at the traces left by the dung bomb. "I will let you clean up the traces you made, and I will keep an eye on him." With you, no one can escape, no one can escape. Now, follow me to see Professor McGonagall."

 A few minutes later, Filch knocked on the door of Professor McGonagall's office and recounted the great achievements of the Weasley brothers. The expression on the head of Gryffindor's face immediately fell. What happened with William yesterday made Professor McGonagall not in a good mood. He didn't expect that something like this would happen again today.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor, Mr. Weasley, and confinement. I really don't know what you are thinking about." Professor McGonagall nodded towards Filch, "You will arrange their confinement. .”

"I will make them realize their mistakes." Filch had a victorious smile on his face and led the twins out of Professor McGonagall's office.

“I want to clean up your mischief before being placed in confinement.” Filch immediately walked behind Professor McGonagall’s office and looked at the twin brothers with malicious eyes.

Fred and George looked at each other, and one of them muttered quietly: "We have classes in the morning."

“Then I think you need to ask for leave. Follow me.” Filch strode towards the first floor of the castle.

 The twins had no choice but to follow Filch. This scene attracted many curious eyes and whispers.

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

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

As expected, 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 and handed them to the twin brothers.

"Okay, let's start mopping the floor." Filch sneered maliciously at the two of them, "Just to show everyone what punishment they deserve for being naughty."

 (End of this chapter)