When Gawain walked out of Snape's office, it was late at night.

"I didn't want to eat any damn figs for at least three months. ”

Gawain crossed his fingers and crawled out of the passage under the castle.

He had expected Snape to show him the many wonders of potions, and ended up spending the night dealing with entire baskets of Abyssinian crumpled fig shells.

- It was a dry fruit with a hard, hard-to-peel shell, but it was a very good potion ingredient that could help ease the reaction.

Of course, he didn't get nothing.

From time to time, Snape would use him as an answering machine when grading assignments for older students, judging the mastery of what he called idiots who "had empty heads and could fit into the Great Hall." When he couldn't answer or made a mistake, Snape would be merciless in correcting him and asking him to copy it all down in his notebook.

"If even first-year students can get it right, then I'm already looking up to them for a T for a stupid person who can't answer a question," Snape rightly said.

While Snape's poisonous tongue was as bad as ever, Gawain found that much of what he taught was different from what was written in the textbook, if not very different.

As for the afternoon trip to the library, it was hard for him to say whether it was a success or a failure.

The coup d'état in Albania was undoubtedly very hidden, and even though he had borrowed the daily newspaper of the Prophet from Mrs. Pins, the librarian, for three years, he found only a few specious records in the international edition.

"According to the executive committee of the International Federation, there were traces of the use of black magic rituals in the coup. Unfortunately, it is no longer possible to trace back to the source. ”

In addition, he saw an interesting story in a tourist brochure published by the Albanian Ministry of Magic.

"In the forest, there is a mysterious beast hidden. Legend has it that it inhabits grottoes deep in the forest and devours every life it sees. No living person has ever seen it, but it is true that from time to time tourists who have entered the forest have disappeared mysteriously, and even their luggage has been left behind at the hotel. ”

Although Gawain couldn't understand why there was a Ministry of Magic in such a poor place with a small wizard population. But the story, along with a summary of its other appendices, was in his mind.

"Maybe we need to explore some more information channels?"

Gawain thought.

Although it seemed that Professor Quirrell was at most relaying a story that he had not experienced, Gawain always felt that there was something wrong with that man.

It's not just the bad smelling garlic and turbans.

As for the "Flame Blazing" spell, it doesn't appear in any of the Standard Spells.

Despite Hermione's speculation that there might be a record in the Forbidden Book Zone, Gawain couldn't figure out how to enter the Forbidden Book Zone and how to find the spell in the vast sea of books in the Forbidden Book Zone.

"Maybe I should ask Professor Flitwick?"

Gawain jumped a staircase to the passage on the third floor, turned a corner, and walked down a long corridor towards the Gryffindor Tower.

A rush of footsteps sounded, causing Gawain to stop.

The wall beside him parted in a "Kara Kala", revealing a man-high hole, and from that hole, two boys ran out of breath.

One is red-haired and the other is red-haired.

"Hey, are the first graders going for a walk?"

One of them greeted him with a smile and said.

"It's not a good time for me to say, old Filch. ”

The other patted the first one on the shoulder.

"It's always the nose that is very smart. ”

They said in unison.

"You are... Fred and George?"

Gawain quickly remembered their names.

The Weasleys are the twins.

In the whole of Hogwarts, I'm afraid there is no one who doesn't know them, but no one can recognize them either.

"I'm Fred. ”

"I'm George. ”

They reached out to Gawain, who shook hands with them one by one.

"My name is Gawain, Gawain White. What are you doing at this late hour, taking risks?"

Gawain asked curiously.

"Ha, because of our recent 'wanton' behavior, Filch confiscated some of our gadgets. ”

"But life can't be without fun, and we want him to understand the fun. ”

So we passed by his office just now. ”

"Also added a little bit to his collection. ”

But he seemed a little too happy. ”

"Want to join us. ”

The two of them said it one by one, but in Gawain's opinion, it can be summed up in a simple sentence.

- "They have taken revenge on Filch and are being hunted down. ”

Just then, from the hallway behind them, footsteps rang out. One high, one low, "in the box" along the way.

That was undoubtedly Filch.

"So, junior brother Gawain, it's a pleasure to talk to you. ”

"But we still have..."

Before George could finish his sentence, he froze there, and Fred looked along.

At the other end of the passage, a dark-gray cat was lying on the ground, its skinny and half-open mouth.

"Mrs. Loris..."

Like a desperate voice coming from the stomach, a hint of pleading appeared on the twins' faces.

But it makes no sense.

"Meow!"

The cat let out a shrill howl, as unpleasant as a fingernail across a blackboard.

To make matters worse, the hidden passage they came to was a one-way door...

"Gawain, remember to take them and our ashes. ”

"With the wand, give it to our mother. ”

The twins said with a sad face, pulling out a lot of strange things from their pockets, along with a tattered piece of parchment, to stuff them into Gawain.

But Gawain refused, and pushed back the messy "thieves".

"Maybe there's a way I can help you?"

He scratched his head and pulled his wand out of his pocket.

When Filch, the castle's keeper, appeared from around the corner a few seconds later, he saw a scene he couldn't comprehend.

- Mrs. Loris, who is usually not close to anyone but him, is lying on her back on the ground, grabbing a ball of light in the air with her two front paws, and opening her belly to be "played" by a boy.

"Who are you?!Why are you still hanging around the castle so late!"

Filch almost trotted up to Gawain and picked up Mrs. Loris.

"Mr. Filch, I'm Gawain White, and I've just come out of Professor Snape's office, and here's his note. ”

Gawain pulled out a note from his bosom with his special permission to return on Friday night. Filch snatched it and scrutinized the handwriting, looking for any suspicion of forgery.

"I accidentally noticed that your cat seems to be a little malnourished?" Gawain put his wand away and pulled out a can of cat to open it.

Mrs. Loris's eyes lit up almost instantly, and she struggled hard in Filch's arms.

"How is that possible! I feed her the best cat food Hogsmeade could buy every day!"

Filch's face swollen as if he had been seriously offended.

But his words instantly made Gao Wenming come to his senses.

Filch doesn't understand anything at all!

"You... Cat food is indeed made for cats, but cats can't just eat cat food! Especially Hogsmeade's stupid recipe that may have been used for tens or hundreds of years!"

Gawain brought the canned cat to Mrs. Loris, and it almost couldn't wait to get up.

"Listen, you didn't raise cats like that!"