Chapter 69 The Campus Canteen

"Aha, I've caught you, little wizard who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, I'm going to put you in confinement." Filch tilted his eyes and mouth, held a lamp, and acted evilly.

"Oh, Mr. Filch, I just came out of Professor Snape's office, with permission from the Dean."

He took two casual steps and brought Filch's gaze to himself.

As long as it doesn't affect his own interests, he never minds doing things that make others owe him favors. This is the experience of living with the old wizard at the bottom - you never know when what you do will have an impact later on.

Professor Snape's reputation is obviously very useful, Filch asked a little unwillingly, "Did you see Harry Potter just now, no, there must be other people together."

Anton was overjoyed, with a puzzled expression on his face, "Who would stay up in the middle of the night and wander around the castle, it's empty and there's nothing interesting here."

"Who knew!" Filch waved his arms. "It's just so boring. There are always some little wizards who don't sleep in the middle of the night, and even throw stinky dung in the aisle. I have to clean it up for a long time every time."

While muttering, he was about to continue walking forward, and the four little kids under the armor shrank back into the shadows in fright.

Go a few more steps, but you will really catch them.

I can only blame them for being too curious to observe Ron, a mysterious cousin, otherwise they should have run back to the Gryffindor dormitory by now.

The worst part was that Anton made faces at the four of them behind Filch.

The four of them were so frightened that they hugged each other tightly.

One step, two steps, Filch tried his best to look around every corner with his eyes wide open, he knew too well where the little wizards would be hiding.

Seeing that the lantern in his hand was about to shine on the armor, Anton smiled, "Mr. Filch."

Filch turned his head.

"Have you ever heard of 'Clean Up'?"

Filch's whole body froze, his face turned black quickly, and he had a secret that he didn't want to tell others, but it was a secret that everyone knew - he was a squib and couldn't cast any spells.

The freshmen who just entered the school obviously didn't know it, and they were quite proud to show off their knowledge, "Cleaning spell, a very simple spell, gently wave the wand, no matter how many stinky eggs are thrown in the corridor, all will disappear .”

Filch walked back angrily, looked at Anton coldly, "Don't be smart, little wizard!"

Anton laughed, "It seems that you know."

He shrugged, "I know who has a way to make props that strengthen the 'clean up' spell, even a little wizard who doesn't know how to spell it can easily release this spell."

The little wizard was showing off his knowledge again, but this time, Filch was moved.

"Who?" Filch's voice became inexplicably hoarse, he was a little nervous, and looked at Anton expectantly, "Who can make this kind of prop!"

Don't say it's been cleaned up, even if he can only cast the simplest and simplest Lighting Curse, he will definitely treat it as a treasure!

Sleeping in my arms every day, no, I can’t sleep in my arms, what if the pressure is broken!

How he longed to unleash a spell!

"Fred and George, my cousins." Anton smiled brightly.

He raised his eyebrows, "You know, they are very naughty, almost no one can order them to do anything, but you have enough rights to let them do it for you."

Filch's whole body was excited, "Of course, maybe if I'm not so strict with them, they'll appreciate it."

Then he stared at Anton closely, "Can they really do it?"

"They just told me about this a few days ago, and I subsidized some Galleons for them." Anton patted his shoulder lightly, "They are suffering from the fact that there is no place where they can properly research this kind of magic item. , maybe you can arrange a place for them, and supervise them by the way?"

Filch's breath became short of breath, "I...I'll talk to them tomorrow."

He walked back somewhat in a panic. From a distance, he held the handle of the lantern and waved it around, as if casting a cleansing spell. The gesture seemed to have been secretly practiced thousands of times, without a single mistake.

"Clean up!"

"Clean up!"

"Clean up!"

The muttering of the spell gradually walked away along with the sound of lighter footsteps.

Anton looked at his back silently, feeling inexplicably, perhaps Filch's biggest mistake was coming to live in this castle full of wizards, watching the little wizards squandering him at will. talent without appreciating it.

Of course, this is not the most important.

The important thing is that he can finally have a laboratory of his own in Hogwarts and continue his research.

Hey, Mr. Filch will definitely burst out with the greatest enthusiasm to help them find a good place for this.

Nice!

Anton said goodbye to the four kids happily, "Good night."

The four people got their heads out from under the armor in a daze, and said in unison, "Good night."

As Anton also walked away, the four came out and looked at each other.

"Did you hear, he came back from Snape's office in the middle of the night, and he was still planning to cast a terrible spell in the castle!" Harry's focus of attention had always been rather strange.

Ron looked a little depressed, "George and the others never told me about their inventions."

Neville looked at the calm figure, "If only I could be like him."

Looking at the three boring men, Hermione rolled her eyes, "I'm going back!" she turned and left.

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"What?" George and Fred looked at each other with weird expressions.

Anton cut open the bread, stuffed coriander, barbecue and a bit of mushroom sauce into it, planning to make a burger or roujiamo.

"I persuaded Filch to help us find a place for us to study, and placed an order with him. Although it's just an imitation wand, it's at least a good start."

"Wow~" George looked amazed, "I still find it incredible."

Fred looked at Anton up and down, and laughed, "Maybe the Weasleys really need a Slytherin, Anton, it's so much fun to do things with you."

"Really?" Anton took a bite of the bread with a smile, feeling the fragrance of the mushrooms and the tenderness of the grilled meat. "I told you, we will be good brothers."

He raised his eyebrows, "Remember the plan I told you about, the campus commissary? Maybe we can start here."

"Hahaha." George beamed, "Filch will regret it if it's like this."

Fred shrugged. "No, no, no, George, we're going to be out of stock, and Filch is going to really enjoy using 'Clean and Fresh' to his heart's content."

Perfect closed loop!

When Anton thought of that scene, tsk tsk tsk, he continued to eat breakfast hard and drank a big mouthful of fruit juice.

far away.

Gryffindor table.

Ron looked at them with some envy, "I'm starting to hate Anton, he stole my brother."

Hermione rolled her eyes, "What are you doing now?"

Ron looked at the homework in front of him and Harry with a strange expression, "Well, at least he copied our homework. It's all your fault, Hermione, if you let us copy our homework, I don't have to go to him .”

"You should do it yourself!" Hermione stood up angrily.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and nodded.

Then they continued to copy, and when they had time to do their homework without a night trip, they wouldn't have to copy the homework of this Slytherin villain.

Well, it's such a happy decision.