Hogwarts Asylum

Behind the statue, Harry sat directly on Ron, covering his mouth and eyes as wide as bells. He never expected that Malfoy actually had this side.

Filch, who had been scolded by Mrs. Pince, was not angry. Instead, he seemed to please Mrs. Pince and kept begging Mrs. Pince for forgiveness. This seemed normal to Harry. After all, Filch was respectful to all professors.

But Mrs. Pince's reaction made Harry confused. Why did Malfoy just say a few words, and Mrs. Pince believed that he got lost while reading a book while walking, and then was found alone in the corridor? .

In the corridor, Mrs. Pince felt very distressed when she saw Draco's aggrieved look guarding the books. She had always liked this child who also liked to indulge in the ocean of knowledge and also protected the books very well, so every time he came to one She would gently remind him of the grade curfew time, so as not to be deducted as a night out. Unexpectedly, Draco still exceeded the curfew time today because he was addicted to knowledge.

Thinking of this, Mrs. Pince protected Draco like an old hen and yelled at Filch: "Get out of here, Argus, the curfew time hasn't come yet, why are you in a hurry!"

"Irma, but he is in the first year. I remember him..." Filch held the oil lamp in one hand and stretched out his other hand, as if to grab Draco out from behind Mrs. Pince.

"Shut up! Argus! He is not you! Children who love books will not lie!! You dirty, smooth-talking, nonsense-talking old bastard! Ever since..." Mrs. Pince paused, and then Even more angrily, he said, "I will never believe every word you say again! Never again! No! I will!"

"Irma, I...she is..." Filch suddenly seemed to be possessed by Quirrell, stammering.

Mrs. Pingsi suddenly calmed down, and she said expressionlessly: "Do you still want to say that that is your sister? Come on, old guy, I know it, you are not related by blood."

Draco, who was hiding behind Mrs. Pince, stared in disbelief. He couldn't believe what he heard. He looked directly at the statue not far away, hoping to find someone to share this emotion, but Harry Didn't show up.

"She is really my sister. We are from an orphanage. I..."

Before Filch finished speaking, Draco saw Mrs. Pince pull out the wand, and did not see her reciting a spell. Filch's mouth was immediately closed, and he could only make a whining sound.

"Good boy, put your books away quickly, otherwise it will be bad if you accidentally fall down. You may not be able to protect the books every time." Mrs. Pince touched Draco's head and helped him Smooth your hair down.

Draco switched back to his aggrieved expression the moment Mrs. Pince turned her head. He glanced at Filch and then quickly looked away, as if he saw something terrible.

"Don't be afraid of this old guy. He can't make any trouble. If he dares to trouble you again, just tell me and I will help you teach him a lesson."

After saying that, Mrs. Pingsi snorted coldly, "Get out of here, I don't want to see you!"

Looking at Filch's lonely figure as he left, Draco stuttered and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Pince, if it weren't for you... I... this book..."

"You're welcome, kid, anyone who consciously cares for books deserves everyone's kindness." Mrs. Pince said gently, looking completely different from when she faced Filch just now.

Harry was the one who found it most incredible. He had always thought that Mrs. Pince was a stern old witch, but he didn't expect that she had such a gentle side. Moreover... the conversation between Mrs. Pince and Filch just now...

"Okay, do you want me to take you back?" Mrs. Pince looked at Draco, and then seemed to suddenly remember something, "Oh, I almost forgot, look at my memory."

After saying that, Mrs. Pince raised the hand holding the wand and tapped it lightly on Draco's school uniform. All the dust on Draco's uniform disappeared, and then another one, which Draco had deliberately touched. The messy magic robe seemed to have been ironed, and all the wrinkles had disappeared.

"Thank you, Mrs. Pince," Draco bowed, "I think I can walk back by myself. Father said that boys need to be independent, so I won't bother you anymore. It's getting late, so you should too Go to bed early. I often hear my mother say at home that going to bed early is good for the skin. Although I think a beautiful lady like you may not need it, but..."

"Oh~ What a good boy." Mrs. Pings touched her face, more gently than before, "Then I will go back first. To be honest, I actually feel that I have more wrinkles recently."

Harry always felt that Mrs. Pince glanced at him vaguely, but she didn't seem to notice anything.

After Draco watched Mrs. Pince leave respectfully, he made sure that no one was around before he came behind the statue.

"Ma... Malfoy, you just..." Harry hesitated.

"Shut up! Potter, don't tell anyone what happened tonight." Draco's eyes were sharp, "Not at all, including Mrs. Pince and Filch! If I find out that you tell anyone, you will die. deal!"

"I...I know." Harry accepted the suggestion wholeheartedly. After all, Malfoy risked being punished to prevent them from being discovered.

"I'll wake up Longbottom and Seamus. Take a look at where Mrs. Filch and Pince are and plan a return route." Draco planned his next move and squatted down regardless of Harry's reaction. " Also, if you don’t get up, Weasley will be killed by you.”

Harry stood up quickly, grabbing the Marauder's Map and looking at it, but his eyes would drift to Draco from time to time.

……

In the school hospital, it didn't take much time for Eurolin to find Peter Pettigrew's name on the map. He didn't expect that this guy was hiding in the kitchen now, probably stealing food.

On a whim, O'Loughlin directly opened the cover covering the dinner bell, pressed the dinner bell and said: "Nig, I heard that there are a lot of rats in the castle. Is it safe in the kitchen? Do you need me to send White to help?"

White, who was playing with his tail in boredom, suddenly raised his head. He stood up excitedly, swung his tail like a dog, and went to the kitchen. Then he could eat as much cake as he wanted!

"No, no, thank you, Dear Mr. O'Loughlin, you are so kind, woo woo woo." Nige's voice sounded from the dinner bell, but it sounded like crying, "I swear I will never, ever let the damn rats invade the kitchen."

It seems that the house elves haven't noticed Peter's presence yet, this guy is pretty good at hiding.

"That's good. If you find any mice, I have the drug to get rid of them. You don't have to be polite to me..."

Olorin casually said a few words to Nigger, then let go of his hand. White lay back on the ground again, staring at the paintings on the wall like a salted fish. He felt that this black-skinned dwarf was really unpleasant. Consciousness is lifted.