Now that Filch has caught his speech problem, Aini truthfully told his estimate and promised to do his best.

Not to mention that Filch has always had a lot of respect for him since he joined the company, and the blood curse orcs alone are a very valuable subject.

"Thank you, thank you so much, I, I ......."

Filch was so excited that he couldn't speak, and he picked up and put down his hands at a loss, and finally put a low sob on his face.

Seeing this, Aini didn't say anything more, patted the other person on the shoulder and left the house.

In the face of the other party's decades of emotional accumulation, any words of consolation are so pale and powerless, it is better to leave quietly and leave room for catharsis for this old man who has been through ups and downs.

At the door of the administrator's office, Aini didn't leave immediately after he came out.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same, but stories from acquaintances are always easier to arouse empathy.

You never know what will come before tomorrow, don't let your habits become a source of regret, it's better to pay attention to the people around you from now on, and do it and cherish it.

Letting the jumbled thoughts drift through her mind for a moment, Aini gathered up her mood and strode towards the auditorium.

The candlelight flickered on the lampstand behind him, it didn't need light, but burned itself to light up someone else's world.

And some things enjoy the light, but they are still not content to plot how to keep the candle for themselves.

For example, a certain mouse lying in the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, trying to figure out how Jerry works.

For example, Lockhart, who has been digging out sewage for more than 20 days, is about to finish cleaning the tunnel.

Even Dumbledore didn't know when Tom became obsessed with Defence Against the Dark Arts.

However, judging from Lockhart's performance in the past month, when making the first Horcrux, Voldemort had a very solid grasp of relevant knowledge, and even enough to cope with the daily teaching of Hogwarts.

Under his guidance, Lockhart successfully took off the hat of "Crappy Professor", and regained many fans like a resurrection.

"There are many obstacles!"

"There are many obstacles!"

In the bedroom, Harry and Ron stood opposite each other, their wands flicking in circles at the same time, two blue-green sparks burst out, and the "crackling" sound of the spell colliding was heard next to the cheers of Seamus and Neville.

Gryffindor's boys' dormitory is not big, but it is not small, at least a few people have deliberately cleaned up, and they can barely make a practice space that is enough to use.

In the center of the field was a sweater used as a logo, with a large R on it indicating its provenance - Ron didn't like his mother's sweater.

The two of them repeated the obstacle spell a few more times, and in terms of casting movements, Ron was more skillful and calm, but in terms of power, it was obvious that Harry was superior.

As the spell was cast, the point of collision of the spell shifted towards Ron's defenses, and when Harry's blue-green sparks finally broke through the boundaries marked by the hem of his sweater, the little contest came to an end.

To the applause and gaze of his roommates, Ron shrugged his shoulders, saluted Harry, and walked to the sidelines to join together.

He didn't care about losing to his friend, after all, he was the savior who defeated the Dark Lord, and he was just a little wizard who didn't get taken seriously.

"Quick, any of you up."

After giving a thumbs up to the two who had just come off the court, Seamus couldn't wait to run onto the field and look at Neville and Dean on the edge.

"I'll come."

Before Dean could make a move, Neville hurriedly answered and stood across from Seamus.

Compared to the same year ago, the boy has become more confident, and his expression when he is engrossed has a bit of the Gryffindor Juggernaut's demeanor in the future.

"This spell is so good, it's just a little less powerful, I don't know when Lockhart will teach us new magic."

Ron sat on the edge of the bed, his willow wand in his hand.

For a month, Lockhart's performance was almost forgotten

remembered his previous troubles, and his status in the hearts of the students was greatly improved.

But no matter how much he tries to make up for it, the image that has collapsed once will never return to before.

Like Ron, most students don't use honorifics when referring to him. It seems to be just a small thing, but it clearly declares the unbridged rift between the two.

"The obstacle spell is very good, and it is very applicable. Besides, if it's a more powerful spell, you can't practice it in the dormitory."

Harry watched with interest the "duel" between Neville and Seamus, as boys always prefer confrontational games.

Just as he would be fascinated by Quidditch, Harry had competitive blood in his bones, almost exactly like James Potter.

"It's a pity that we live in a tower, and the rooms are too small. I've heard that there are several practice rooms in the Slytherin Lounge, so you can use them as you please."

Speaking of which, Ron was a little envious, and although those nostrils were annoying to look at, he had to admit that the Slytherin alumni group was the richest of the four houses, and the Snake House received a lot of donations every year.

So don't look at the little snakes who live underground, but the living conditions are not bad at all, and all kinds of facilities are very complete.

Ron's gaze suddenly lost focus, and his gaze seemed to penetrate one floor after another, and he saw the little snakes walking into the large practice room with their stinky faces, casting spells freely, and Draco and his two followers teamed up to fight against the third-year students.

What he didn't imagine was that Draco was indeed with his classmates, but it wasn't Goyle and Crabbe sitting next to him.

Hermione had never imagined that there would be a tea room in the Slytherin common room, which was outrageous!.br>

Are they really in the same school?

"Why, isn't this place different from what you thought it would be?"

Draco smiled indifferently, picked up the resting kettle and began to brew tea, his skillful movements looking a different kind of elegance.

"I thought it was here, here, ...... here."

Hermione opened her mouth, but couldn't put together the right words for a moment.

"Think the Slytherin common room is gloomy and grey, monotonous and boring, where everyone is nervously busy with their own business, not communicating, and watching out for each other?"

The boy asked rhetorically as if he was teasing and self-deprecating, he knew that Little Snake had a bad reputation in other academies, but everyone, including himself, didn't bother to explain it to the outside world, and didn't bother to do so.

Maybe Draco's expression was too good, Hermione inexplicably read his inner thoughts from his face, and for a while he was even more speechless, I have to say that everyone made a mistake, and they shouldn't make conclusions about their classmates without understanding the situation.

It was the first time she had entered the Slytherin common room, and it wasn't as cold as the other three houses thought, at least the tones in this tea room—

It's warm.