Hogwarts: Start with A Divorce and Marry Hermione Backhanded

Chapter 143 Punished Harry, President of the Squib Federation

"Eat... Eat...... Eat clean...

Braun couldn't help but pause as he listened to the subtle sound coming from afar.

"What's wrong Braun?"

Daphne asked suspiciously.

Braun shook his head:

"Nothing, I just ate enough.

Let's go back quickly. year

“ Harry· Potter?”

Shabini pointed to Harry Potter standing in the foyer.

"I guess I just came back from training.

It has nothing to do with us. Hurry up and I see Filch. ”

Braun whispered.

Shabini said he was not afraid of Filch anymore.

But in fact, the fear of Filch in his heart has not diminished in the slightest.

As soon as I heard this, I didn't look at the excitement and hurried down.

"Sir, have you seen anyone?"

Harry glanced at Braun suspiciously.

After finding nothing, he withdrew his gaze.

"Nothing, Harry, you judge 05. Should I be able to join the Guillotine Club?

"Yes, it should be."

Nick to Harry · Potter's approval was satisfied and continued;

"That's it, most people will agree, how can I not be considered a severed head?"

Anyone who is cut off by a forty-pound axe more than a dozen times is considered a severed head, and as for the skin and tendons that are connected, don't I want to make the executioner's hand painful?

Of course not, I suffered a lot, but they just weren't so clean..."

Listening to the chatter of Nick, Harry was ready to take his leave.

He was extremely cold now, and it was raining heavily in the evening.

But it still didn't affect their training.

Forced by captain Wood, they played in the heavy rain.

The feeling of rain sliding down the collar into the skin is really not very pleasant.

But what can be done about this?

Slytherin received seven Lightwheels 2001 under Malfoy's patronage, and according to Inquiring Fred, the broomsticks were as fast as a gust of wind.

Whoosh, the shadow disappeared.

And most of their team uses ordinary sweep series.

The only faster broom is Harry's Lightwheel 2000.

So in order to win, Wood had to hope for crazy training in anticipation of beating Slytherin.

"..."

A scrawny cat with bright eyes came over.

His eyes stared at Harry's robes that kept dripping mud and water onto the ground.

"Harry, I think it's time for you to go!

Filch was in a bad mood today, and in the afternoon someone threw laborious fireworks into his office.

This made him angry enough to hang the little wizards.

If Professor McGonagall hadn't arrived in time, I'm sure Filch would have pumped them hard.

And you got the muddy water to the ground again, run quickly and don't get caught by Filch.

Harry's heart froze as he listened.

Just wanted to run and saw the corner.

Filch came over.

Compared to the previous semester.

Filch's dressing standards have improved significantly.

The bitter melon face that was originally unchanged is now always happy with a smile.

Of course, at this moment, he became angry and turned into a bitter melon face again.

“ Harry· Potter! I just finished cleaning the floor in the afternoon.

Why did you get that dirty again?

"#"

Harry tried to explain, hoping for a fluke.

But before the words were finished, he was interrupted:

"I don't want to hear your explanation!

Throwing fireworks at my office again, muddy water on the floor.

Follow me to the office! I'm going to teach you an impressive lesson!

As he spoke, he grabbed him by the collar and dragged him toward the office despite Harry's resistance.

From time to time, he also did not forget to wave his wand ostentatiously to clean the muddy water on the ground.

"I must propose to the headmaster that he resume corporal punishment of unruly little wizards!

No, I still have to tell the Ministry of Magic! Let the Ministry of Magic put pressure on Hogwarts.

Filch muttered as he pulled out a form.

First staring at Harry with ill will and then writing:

“ Harry· Potter! intentionally soiling the corridors, penalties..."

"Boom!"

Upstairs, I don't know what fell to the ground.

There was a muffled noise, so loud that Filch was constantly coughing as dust fell from the roof of the office.

"Ahem! Pipi turtle! That stupid guy is getting me into trouble again!

I will definitely teach it a good lesson this time!

And you!

I'm honestly waiting here if I find you running away when I come back, I'll definitely give you a good look.

Saying that, he angrily took his wand and ran upstairs.

Harry sighed as he stood in Filch's office.

I knew he wouldn't make small talk to Nick.

Wouldn't it be so much to go back to the lounge early?

Bored looking around the office without commenting and seeing an envelope on the desk.

Out of curiosity, Harry leaned over to take a look.

"To Mr. Filch, Vice President of the Squib Federation.

Mr. Filch, I'm a squib. I feel like my people are going to be ruined, and I want to be able to...

Your friend Addis Parra"

"Squib Federation? Filch is still a vice president? But isn't he able to use magic?"

913 Harry thought with some doubt.

"Harry, what are you doing?"

Filch walked in angrily, just in time to grab Harry, who was still reading the letter.

"Peek at my letter? Who gave you the guts?"

Filch grabbed the letter and stuffed it into a drawer.

"Say, what do you see?"

Harry is also a little angry at the moment, and the dissatisfaction of playing against the heavy rain and the anger of being reprimanded at the moment emerge together:

"I see that you are the vice president of the Squib Federation! You deceived those Squibs! You know magic!35

Filch's face sank instantly, but then he showed a nervous smile:

"yes, I can do magic. But I used to be a pathetic Squib!

I really envy you people, you can be born with magical abilities without doing anything. ”

Harry was a little frightened by Filch and stammered:

"You, you lie! Squibs can't get magic!"

"Yes, but that's all the old yellow calendar you said! Times have changed! Well, it's time for us to talk about your punishment!

You, Mr. Harry Potter, have been punished for cleaning the floor of the castle for a week.

There are also peeking at letters and punishing you for cleaning the night pot in the infirmary.

I think those night pots that have not been cleaned up for a summer vacation must urgently need a little wizard like you to clean them for them.