"Tut-tut, the Slytherin prefect took the lead in breaking the school rules......" Filch circled around Gemma, squinting at her, amazed.

Looking at Filch's appearance, Lovell had the illusion that a predator had captured a rare prey.

Lovell's feeling is really right, from Filch's point of view, the pleasure of catching a good student with excellent character and learning is far greater than catching a bad student. So after he caught the prefect of Slytherin House, his heart was extremely excited.

Faced with Filch's ugly face, Gemma Farley just pursed her lips and stood silent.

"Don't you have anything to say?" With a hideous smile on Filch's face, he took two steps forward, grabbed Gemma's white wrist, and dragged her to the classroom door.

"Since there's nothing to say, let's go to my office and reflect!" Looking at Gemma Farley, who didn't say a word and looked dead, Filch didn't plan to entangle with her, he planned to lock her in the office first and let her reflect there.

"You don't want to go back to the Slytherin common room tonight," Filch laughed twice with a very villainous laugh, and then verbally put pressure on Gemma Farley, "You know that in the early days Hogwarts would take off their clothes and hang them on the wall for breaking the school rules, and I have been trying to persuade Professor Dumbledore to reinstate this form of punishment. Hehe, don't think I don't know, you Slytherin students actually hate Professor Dumbledore, but now it's his rules protecting you - of course, it doesn't hurt, we have a lot to talk about......"

Listening to Filch's words, Gemma Farley shuddered, and her hand unconsciously reached the neckline of her delicate uniform and tightened her clothes.

Filch noticed Gemma's small movements, and he laughed out loud: Good, she's scared! She's not as soft and hard as she seems, and she also has weaknesses!

Of course, Filch can't really hang a student from the ceiling as he says, and he won't even use corporal punishment because Dumbledore doesn't like it, and it's hard for other students' parents to accept, but that doesn't mean he can't do anything about the student who makes a mistake, he has a lot of means!

This kind of conversation on the way to the office is one of them, and as long as the student's psychological defenses are broken by him, he can be invincible.

After the laughter, all that remained in the hallway was the sound of Filch's shuffling footsteps and the clatter of Gemma's heels on the ground.

Soon, Lovell arrived at Filch's office with them. Filch opened the office door, let his precious cat and the foreign help Lovell go in first, and then grinned and bared his teeth, "Come in, my prefect miss!" ”

Gemma Farley reluctantly walked into Filch's office with her head down.

As soon as Gemma entered, Filch slammed the office door behind closed and locked it in front of her.

With that done, Filch walked to his desk and sat down with a big sting. He rummaged through his stuffed drawer for a while, and finally pulled out a bundle of parchment.

"Just stand there." Filch pointed to an open space in the corner of the office and said coldly, not showing a gentlemanly demeanor.

He then unfolded the parchment, which contained pre-made charts, which were files prepared by Filch for students who had broken the school rules, and all students who had broken the school rules, as long as they were brought to the office, would have their details recorded, and then filed, so that they could go through the old accounts later.

There were so many cabinets in his office, and most of them contained these meaningless archives.

"Name?" Filch took out a fluffy quill and took an inkwell from the table, dipped it in it, and was ready to start "recording confessions".

Gemma glanced at Filch, who was very resistant to his knowingly questioning behavior, but the man had to bow his head under the eaves, and she finally gave in and gave her name.

"Gemma Farley."

It was the first time Lovell had heard Gemma Farley's voice tonight, and she had a beautiful voice, and it was very comfortable to listen to her.

Filch didn't care how nice Gemma's voice was, and he continued, "Gender?" ”

“…… Woman. ”

"House and grade?"

"Slytherin House, 5th year."

Such rigid questions and answers are not a waste of time, but a method of interrogation by Filch, the purpose of which is to cultivate the obedience of the interrogator. So he'd ask questions that would be answered at a glance — of course, thirty years from now, Filch would have to ask about gender.

"Do you have any objection to the fact that you have violated the school rules tonight and are still staying in the castle after curfew hours?"

"Nope." Gemma lowered her head, perhaps standing for too long, she lifted her left foot and rubbed her right foot.

Filch snorted coldly: "Students should look like students, there are rules on the dress code in school, and you, as a prefect, should also lead by example!" ”

Hearing Filch say this, Lovell noticed that Gemma Farley was not wearing a flat uniform like the other students, but a pair of beautiful pointed-toe stiletto heeled boots.

The boots are designed with a three-inch heel and a strap and hexagonal snap closure at the front, a zipper hidden at the heel, and a metal ring on the side of the boot that matches the color of the metal heel.

These shoes are very witch-style, which is very consistent with the identity of a witch.

Listening to Filch's reprimand, Gemma Farley blushed: she just thought the booties were beautiful and had no intention of violating the school rules.

"You're the one who repeatedly violated the curfew before—" Filch was about to strike while the iron was hot and take Gemma's crime seriously, but at that moment, an earth-shattering tremor came from the top of the office, which shook the entire office and the oil lamp hanging from the ceiling of the office shook and almost fell off.

Everyone in the office was taken aback. Filch was the first to react, and he gritted his teeth and shouted a name: Peeves!

Filch no longer bothered to record Gemma's faults, so he grabbed the oil lamp he had and rushed out the office door.

Tonight, he's going to make Peeves pay!

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The fever is not so bad, I measured it once in the morning, 37.7 °C, my throat is very painful, I have a lot of phlegm and nasal discharge, I hope it can get better as soon as possible.

PS, when I wrote about gender, I also searched for what are the main genders at the moment, and it was really eye-opening......