"This is not where you should be. "Filch stared at Malfoy with his cat-like, bulb-like eyes, with a hint www.biquge.info of hatred and jealousy, which was his expression towards most of the students, and even more so, because he still remembered his spiritual sustenance, and Mrs. Loris was almost killed because of this little ghost."

Malfoy didn't reply to him immediately, but looked around, where an oil lamp hung from the ceiling, the light flickered on and off, and a set of polished chains and handcuffs hung next to it, so that he could use them to punish students for indiscipline if he got permission, which was his favorite thing to do.

The room was also filled with the smell of grilled fish, not sure if he ate it himself or if it was for his beloved pet.

"First of all, sir, I am sorry for the mistakes I made last semester. Malfoy's face was heavy, his face full of remorse, "You know, that wasn't what I intended. ”

"Really?" Filch still looked at him with a scrutinizing expression, but his face had softened considerably, and he could hear Malfoy's tone be sincere, making him feel a respect that he hadn't felt in a long time.

His secret had been revealed last year, was it his fault that he was born into a wizarding family, but he was a Squib? He did his best for the management of Hogwarts, but there were always many troublemakers who interfered with his work, some of the students would laugh at him in person, some behind his back, laughing at his dress, laughing at his bare forehead, laughing at his old movements, and more at his greatest flaw - he couldn't do magic.

A wizard who can't do magic, it's ridiculous.

He had thought that the secret would be kept buried, at least to ensure secrecy among the students, so that he would retain a little dignity, but unfortunately he himself revealed it last year.

From then on, there was another thing in the eyes of the students when they looked at him, called sympathy and pity.

His heart was even more gloomy, and his devotion to his duties but not being understood made his heart more and more twisted, and he now only felt that only punishing disobedient students could bring him pleasure.

But today was different, he didn't see ridicule and pity in the eyes of the student in front of him, it was just a very ordinary kind of look, exactly the kind of look he was looking forward to.

He didn't want to be an ordinary wizard (even if he didn't have magic), he just wanted to be treated as equals.

"You are a respectable administrator and I am very sorry for what happened to me last year. Malfoy apologized again, "So I hope you'll forgive me." ”

"Meow. Suddenly a cat meow came from above the two of them, it was the voice of Lady Loris.

"Oh, your nose is a spirit, take it. Lady Loris was keenly aware of the package in Malfoy's arms, and threw herself down from the chandelier on the ceiling, so Malfoy threw one of the packages to it, and Lady Loris did not recognize it, and slashed it open with her bony paws, and enjoyed the deliciousness.

This is a pack of dried fish.

Seeing this, Filch's originally somewhat hideous face softened more and more.

Doing what you like is always the fastest way to achieve your goals.

"I almost forgot to get down to business. Malfoy made a look like he had just woken up from a dream, and hurriedly took another black package behind him and handed it to Filch.

"What is this?" Filch asked, trying to keep his voice as gentle as possible, respect was mutual, he knew his fault, and his voice was often teased, sometimes serious, but always funny, and the Weasley boys often imitated him.

"Prank props. Malfoy said calmly.

"What?" Filch immediately changed his countenance, and his eyes began to bulge out again, somewhat like evil spirits, which was the thing he hated the most, and almost instantly he felt that the boy had come to humiliate him.

"The Weasley brothers have ruined the whole building, so I confiscated all of their stuff. Malfoy pronounced the word confiscation very slowly.

"I think there's only one destination for these prank props. Malfoy's gaze moved over Filch to the drawers under the table behind him, which he knew contained a drawer dedicated to the twins, as well as another drawer that read "Confiscation of supplies, high danger".

"The twins are-stirring sticks, every time something big happens, it's always them that cause it, and many professors have already come to me to reflect on that yelling letter last time, and I also told Professor Dumbledore, but the headmaster always says that I should be more tolerant, for example, from another point of view, their pranks are also an art, I don't know what kind of art it is!" When it comes to the two Weasley brothers, Filch, who has not spoken much, also opens up the conversation, the twins are his arch-enemies, sometimes more annoying than Peeves. The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and he even slapped the table hard.

In addition to doing what they like, sometimes setting up a target for the same enemy is also a way to get closer.

Filch felt that the student in front of him was becoming more and more pleasing to the eye, and he didn't want to pursue Mrs. Loris's past, he knew at the time that Malfoy had lost the House Cup because of the secret room incident, but now he felt that such a polite and good boy must be innocent.

Well, if he knew that the pranks in his bag were all scraps that Malfoy had paid for the twins, he probably wouldn't have thought so.

"These are some of the small contributions I have made to the stability of Hogwarts. "And now, I think I should pay personal tribute to a dedicated administrator who has been misunderstood by the students." As he spoke, he pulled out the last thing he had brought with him for the day.

A bottle of wine, depending on the packaging or spirits.

Filch's eyes immediately narrowed, this thing should be considered contraband at Hogwarts, and just as he was hesitating what to do with it, Malfoy spoke.

"This bottle of wine will only be contraband that you found in my dormitory, and only you know what to do with it, and it has nothing to do with me. Malfoy spread his hands and made a clear hint.

"Students can't drink. Filch frowned.

"I think I can be a listener. Malfoy smiled.

Looking at his own face reflected on the bottle, Filch took the bottle with his dry palm, his expression was complicated, but he still lifted the cap, and for a while, the smell of wine filled the entire office.

Soon after.

"For as long as I can remember, I've felt that I was different from other people my age. Filch leaned on the table with drunken eyes, and told the story of his miserable childhood and his entire life.

"You say, why is it always so unfair in people's lives?"

Prejudice, ridicule, and sympathy make him inferior and sensitive, and he can only be mean and old-fashioned after becoming an administrator, this is his disguise, but the mask of disguise may not be able to be removed after a long time.

Looking at Filch who was drunk at the table, Malfoy sighed slightly.

"A poor man, too. Malfoy thought silently, and then got up and walked out of the house, and the sober Lady Loris, curled up on the table and silently nibbled on the dried fish, watching Malfoy leave. (To be continued.) )