However, it is clear that Merda will never be in this position again.

Go to bed?

Why sleep for a long time before you die, you will sleep forever after death.

How can one waste all one's precious time in bed?

While the others were asleep, Melda scrambled out of bed and crept out of the dormitory.

Hogwarts Castle is eerily quiet at night.

Oh no, it should be said to be eerie.

This is also the reason why most of the students do not travel at night, because except for the Gryffindor, a group of brave (reckless) and daring (husband) little wizards, the rest of the house students will choose to turn around and go back directly in this environment.

Yo!

The Hogwarts Night Tour is just the beginning.

Oss !!

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"Oh! You know, Professor, I'm just curious, after all, this is a school of magic, I'm sorry. ”

Melda's quibbling did not calm the professor's face any longer. She said in a suppressed voice, "Fifty points for Gryffindor, Mr. Corris." ”

"Also, stay on campus for two weeks."

Good guys, Melda was shocked, this punishment can be considered very severe, you must know that even the Harry Potter trio has not been punished so severely.

"Yes, Professor." Melda's head drooped listlessly, he also fell into blood mold, and as soon as he walked out of the Gryffindor common room, he bumped into Filch around the corner.

Good guys, that's bad luck.

"Of course, tonight's punishment cannot be exempted." Professor McGonagall continued, "I think Filch will oversee you. ”

"Huh?" Melda looked around at the two of them with a blank expression.

"I understand Professor." Filch's expression was rather unhappy at the moment. He didn't know what was going on in his mind, he seemed to want to fight for something, but under Professor McGonagall's stern eyes, he didn't say anything, so he had to pull Melda towards the outside of the house.

Along the way, Filch's cursing did not stop, and at first Melda couldn't understand why Filch was upset,

That was until he led himself to the prize showroom in the left-hand corridor on the fourth floor. It dawned on Melda.

It seems that the punishment that Professor McGonagall spoke of was at best wiping the trophy, far from being Filch's favorite thing about tying students to the basement and whipping them. No wonder his expression was so upset.

What a pervert.

"This layer must be wiped clean, and if I find a little bit of dust, you won't sleep tonight." Filch viciously pulled Melda to a crystal glass case with trophies on display, and pointed to the display inside.

"Oh." Melda didn't care, after all, he had done this job for a long time before, but the difference was that one was left to sweep the floor and the other was to wipe the trophy.

Speaking of which, he really hasn't done the job of wiping trophies. Today is a precedent.

Wipe it, wipe it, what's the big deal. It's bad luck for my buddy today, and next time Filch can catch me, my buddy's name will be written upside down.

"Humph!"

Melda craned her neck, as if in victory, and walked towards the glass case in a frenzied and cool outfit.

Filch, on the other hand, had moved a chair from there, and sat behind Melda with his cat in his arms and stared at it.

And it wasn't until Melda walked into the display case that he realized that he was completely wrong, and that he couldn't do any magic with all the trophies, (in fact, even if he could, Filch wouldn't let him use them.) If you wipe it with your own hands, how long will it take!

Melda, who had no choice, had to carry a wooden bucket, first ran to the bathroom to fetch water, then ran back with the bucket, then opened the glass case, took out the trophies one by one, and then began to wipe them, wiped them clean and put them back one by one.

Hey, it's really bloody!

On a good night, the moonlight outside the window was exceptionally bright, and the light shone on the shining trophies, and the vivid names seemed to be alive.

It is a place of wonder that begins at dusk and dawn, hidden under the mountains and stars.

All kinds of memories are summarized in one sentence.

"Hello, Hogwarts."

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Things don't always go as planned.

For example, Melda's plan for a stillborn night trip last night, for example, Melda wiped the trophy last night so fast that even Filch wondered if he had trained.

Another example is after just impressing Professor McGonagall. It turned out that the first class at the beginning of the school year was Transfiguration.

To be honest, Melda was quite restrained, perhaps because Professor McGonagall's stern eyes always fell on him. But more of it was the wolf-like expressions of the classmates around him, as if they were about to eat him.

The reason is quite simple, early this morning, the Gryffindor students were surprised to find that the house's hourglass in the foyer was missing a lot.

You must know that this is the first day of school, and the hourglasses of the four major colleges should be equal, and as a result, Gryffindor's hourglasses are unusually 'eye-catching' among the equal hourglasses.

This is because the dazzling ruby turned out to be a negative score, can you believe the negative score?

Good guys, on the first day of school, Gryffindor started the game with a negative fifty, which is still a fart.

Needless to say, this year's Academy Cup designation is gone.

The Gryffindor students who discovered this scene were surprisingly furious. Under the scrutiny of several senior students, what happened last night became known almost instantly.

This is also the case, which is why the eyes of the classmates around Melda are so "friendly".

"Ahem." Professor McGonagall coughed a few times, then finally looked away from Melda, the troublesome student.

"Before we begin, I want to remind you... Some of you are reminded that Transfiguration is arguably one of the most dangerous and difficult spells you will learn at Hogwarts, and anyone who causes trouble in class will be punished severely. ”

Although Professor McGonagall didn't say this again, she didn't specify who it was, but her eyes couldn't stop falling on Melda's body many times, and she almost pointed to Melda's nose.

"Alright, let's start class."

Professor McGonagall, wand in hand, paused for a moment, and then the lectern behind her turned into a pig in a violent writhe. Then the lectern was changed back to the screams of the little wizards.

"It's a pretty powerful move."

"Thank you for your comment, Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagall said slowly.

Such an exquisite scene did cause quite a commotion, but it was a good thing for Melda, at least everyone's eyes were off him, didn't it?

Professor McGonagall then began to explain the principles of the Transfiguration Charm and the techniques of casting it, and in the second half of the class gave each student a match, with the goal of turning the match into a silver needle.

However, Melda's attention was not on the match on the table, for he was surprised to find that since Professor McGonagall began to lecture, a panel of nothingness had clearly appeared in front of his eyes.