Chapter 92: Finch

"This is not the place you should come." Filch stared at Malfoy tightly with his light bulb-like eyes like his cat, with a little hatred and jealousy. This was the expression he faced most students, even It still happened, because he still clearly remembered his spiritual sustenance, and Mrs. Loris was almost killed because of this little devil.
Malfoy did not reply to him immediately, but looked around. There was an oil lamp hanging on the ceiling, the light was dim and dark, and a set of wiped chains and handcuffs were hanging next to it, in case he was allowed. , You can use these to punish disciplinary students, this is his favorite thing.
　　 The room was also filled with the smell of grilled fish, I don’t know whether it was eaten by himself or prepared for his beloved pet.
　　 "First of all, sir, I am sorry for the mistakes I made last semester." Malfoy showed a heavy face, his face filled with regret, "You know, that's not my intention."
　　 "Is it?" Filch still looked at him with a scrutiny, but his face had eased a lot. He heard Malfoy's tone very sincerely, making him feel a long-lost respect.
　　His secrets were exposed last year. He was born in a wizarding family, but he was a dumb cannon. Is this his fault? He did his best for the management of Hogwarts, but there were always a lot of troublemakers to interfere with his work. Some students would laugh at him in person, some would laugh at him in the back, mock his dress, mock his The bare forehead mocked his old movements, and the more mocking was of course his biggest flaw-he couldn't magic.
　　A wizard who can't do magic is really ridiculous.
　　He thought that this secret could be buried forever, at least to ensure the confidentiality among the students, and let him retain a little dignity. Unfortunately, he revealed it last year.
　　 From then on, the students saw another thing in his eyes, called sympathy and compassion.
　　 His heart is more gloomy, and his loyalty is not understood, which makes his heart more and more distorted. He now only feels that only punishing the disobedient students can bring him pleasure.
　　 But today is different. He did not see ridicule and pity in the eyes of the student in front of him. It was a very ordinary look, exactly the look he expected.
　　 His wish is nothing, he just wants to be an ordinary wizard (even if there is no magic), he just wants to be treated equally.
　　 "You are a respectable administrator, and I am very sorry for what happened last year." Malfoy apologized again, "so I hope you can forgive me."
　　 "Meow." Suddenly, a cat meow came from above the two, which was the cry of Mrs. Loris.
"Oh, your nose is smart, take it." Mrs. Lorris perceptively noticed the package in Malfoy's arms and threw it directly from the ceiling chandelier, so Malfoy dropped one of the packages. In it, Mrs. Lorris did not recognize her life, and used her skinny claws to dig out the package and enjoyed the delicious food.
　　 This is a pack of dried fish.
　　 Filch saw this, and his ugly complexion gradually eased.
It is always the fastest way to achieve your goals.
　　 "I almost forgot the business." Malfoy made a dream-like expression and hurriedly took another black package behind him to Falch.
"What's this?" Filch asked involuntarily, trying to make his voice as gentle as possible. Respect is mutual. He knew his faults, and his voice was often teased. Sometimes he was serious, but always It's ridiculous, and the two little heads of Weasley's family often imitated him.
　　 "Mischievous props." Malfoy said calmly.
"What?" Filch immediately changed his face, and the eyes under the deep concave sockets began to protrude outward again, somewhat like a ghost. This was his most annoying thing, and almost instantly he felt that the boy came to humiliate him. .
　　 "The two brothers of Weasley made the whole building unsafe, so I confiscated all these things from them." Malfoy read the word seizure very slowly.
"I think there is only one destination for these mischievous props." Malfoy looked over Filch and moved to the drawer under the table behind him. He knew that there was a drawer for twins in these drawers, and there were other A drawer with the words "confiscated supplies, highly dangerous".
"The twins were sticks, and every time they caused a big mess, they always caused them. The last shouting letter from the last time had many professors to tell me. I also told Professor Dumbledore. , But the principal always said that I should be more tolerant. For example, from another perspective, their mischief is also an art. I don’t know which art is that!" When it comes to the two brothers of the Weasley family, it’s not much. Talking Filch also opened the conversation box, and the twins were his foes, sometimes more annoying than Pippi. He became more and more excited, even patting the table heavily.
　　In addition to doing what they want, sometimes setting up the same enemy as a target is also a way to narrow the relationship.
Filch felt that the student in front of him became more and more pleasing to the eye, and he didn’t want to pursue Mrs. Lorris’s past. At that time, he knew that Malfoy clapped after the school lost the college cup because of the secret room incident. He felt that such a polite good boy must be innocent.
　　Well, if he knew that the pranks in the bag were all the knockouts Malfoy bought for the twins, he might not think so.
"This is some of my small contributions to the stability of Hogwarts." Malfoy said modestly, "Now, I feel that I should personally administer a dedicated administrator who is misunderstood by students. Pay tribute." As he said, he took out the last thing he brought today from his arms.
　　 A bottle of wine, look at the packaging or hard liquor.
　　Filch's eyes shrank immediately. UU reading www.uukanshu.com should be considered a contraband at Hogwarts. When he was hesitant to deal with it, Malfoy spoke.
　　 "This bottle of wine will only be the contraband you found in my bedroom. How to deal with it is only you know, it has nothing to do with me." Malfoy spread his hand and made an obvious hint.
　　 "Students cannot drink." Filch frowned.
　　 "I think I can be an audience." Malfoy said with a smile.
　　Looking at his face reflected on the bottle, Filch took the bottle with his dry palm. His expression was complicated, and he still opened the bottle cap. For a time, the fragrance filled the whole office.
Soon after.
　　 "Since I have remembered, I feel that I am not the same as other people of my age." Filch leaned drunkly on the table, telling a sentence about his tragic childhood and his whole life.
　　 "You said, why is it always so unfair in a person's life?"
　　 prejudice, ridicule, and sympathy make his inferiority complex and sensitive. After he became an administrator, he can only be mean and old-fashioned. This is his disguise, but the mask of disguise may not be removed for a long time.
　　 looked at Filch who was drunk at the table, Malfoy sighed slightly.
　　 "It's also a poor man." Malfoy thought of it silently, then got up and walked out of the house. The sober Mrs. Loris curled up on the table silently nibbling the dried fish while watching Malfoy's departure. (To be continued.)