"Okay, wait for me here--"
After Sirius roughly described how the Marauder's Map was confiscated and what the map looked like, Amosta immediately walked to the fireplace and grabbed a handful of Floo powder from the shelf and threw it away. Entering the fireplace, there was a roar, and the jumping flames turned green. Amosta stepped into the fireplace and disappeared from Sirius' sight.
The room was dark and dirty, with no windows and only a lone oil lamp hanging from the low ceiling.
There was a faint smell of fried fish in the air, and there were many wooden filing cabinets lined up on the surrounding walls. Judging from the labels, these cabinets should contain detailed information on every student Filch had punished.
Hanging on the wall behind the desk was a set of shiny hinges and handcuffs that had hung there since Amosta was a student here, and Filch thought about it day and night, hoping that it would work. , but it is a pity that they are still just decorations after so many years.
Bang!
"Oh, damn, what is--"
A phantom suddenly flashed out of the narrow fireplace, and because he misjudged the messiness of the room, Amosta kicked away Mrs. Norris's rice bowl.
Filch, who was scolding the little wizard, cursed subconsciously. When he saw who the visitor was, his goldfish eyes immediately protruded from his sockets, and his red and saggy cheeks turned pale.
"I didn't know it was you, Mr. Blaine!"
Filch glared fiercely at the Weasley brothers who stood casually next to the table, but subconsciously stood up straight after recognizing who was coming, and then said in a frightened tone,
"I was interrogating these two troublemakers and didn't notice it was you, sir!"
"It's okay, Argus. I took the liberty of visiting and disturbing your work."
Amosta waved his hand and smiled, and then he turned his attention to Fred and George, who were a little uncomfortable.
"What's the matter, you two? What trouble have you gotten yourself into again?"
"Oh, it's not our professor who is causing trouble!"
Fred closed his eyes and made a face, as if Professor Blaine's words had deeply hurt him, "Explain yourself, George."
"That's right, Professor, you know that we will take the O·W·L exam next year. The students around us are very anxious, and we can't just idle around-"
"so what?"
Amosta gestured to Filch to indicate that he didn't have to worry, then crossed his arms and listened to Weasley's nonsense with interest.
"We are determined to study hard and make up for the wasted youth when we were young and ignorant..." Fred blinked his eyes and said innocently, "We found a quiet classroom and were concentrating on magic research, but this Fred Mr. Erqi came in with his cat and unreasonably placed charges on us--"
"Nonsense!"
Filch's droopy face twitched wildly, and he spat angrily at Amosta's face.
"Mr. Blaine, don't listen to the nonsense these two little beasts are talking about,"
Before Amosta could speak, Filch opened his hand excitedly, revealing a ball of flesh-colored slender rope in his palm.
"Look, Professor Brain, I snatched this from them. It can be shortened or lengthened. I haven't figured out what this thing can do yet, but at least, I bet it has nothing to do with studying. It must be something else. Those stupid pranks!"
"You just don't understand," Fred retorted, "so you're framing us."
"Let me see, Filch."
Amosta hooked his fingers, and the flesh-colored string automatically flew into his hand. He picked up a small piece with his thumb and index finger and put it in front of him. There were constant meteor-like flashes in his purple eyes. The passing light passed by. Reading Pavilion
Fred gave George a look: What should we do, brother, we can't expect Professor Brain to be as stupid as Filch?
George: Be a bit cynical, brother, maybe he was confused today!
Time passed minute by minute, and after about a minute, Amosta ended his observation, looked at the Weasley brothers who were standing solemnly, threw the things over, his eyes were full of appreciation,
"This rope is really unnecessary. Didn't Professor Flitwick teach you the 'Unison Charm'?"
Fred and George looked at each other and saw the excitement in each other's eyes.
"Can you give us some pointers, Professor Blaine!"
Amosta did not hesitate to impart knowledge just because he was not a substitute professor. He asked the confused Filch for a quill, and scrawled several books on a form for registering 'criminal' information. name, and then handed the paper to the twins who couldn't contain their excitement,
"There is no doubt about your talent, but relying solely on talent cannot support your unfettered thinking. Knowledge reserve is very important."
"You are right, Professor Blaine!" Fred nodded seriously, "Let's go and loot the library now!"
Filch watched this scene from the side with a disappointed look on his face. However, when he heard these words from his immediate boss, he immediately became happy again.
"Anyway, Argus has not wronged you two. Now I have something to consult with Argus. You two should take some free time this week to come here again and accept your punishment."
Fred and George walked up to the room dejectedly and closed the door.
"How can I help you, Mr. Blaine!"
Filch said happily after getting his wish.
"That's right, Argus--"
Amosta dare not say that he was a well-behaved little wizard when he was in school, but he must be low-key, humble and extremely cautious. Except for the solitary confinement in Professor Snape's office, Filch has never caught anyone. He had lived under his thumb, so he had only heard of this notorious office through chats with fellow wizards, but had never experienced it in person.
Looking around, Amosta landed on the cabinets full of labels.
"I came to you to find something. It was a blank piece of parchment... It should look very old. It would be about this big when spread out--"
Amosta marked the avenue for Filch with his hand.
"You probably collected this thing from several students more than ten years ago. It's been a long time, so I don't know if you have any memory of it."
What followed was a period of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and Filch opened almost every drawer in the room that could hold things. Some of the items were even confiscated by Filch's predecessor, whom Filch respected very much, during the days of Pollyon Pringle, and they have been lying around. There are no known corners waiting to decay into dust.
From beginning to end, Amosta did not urge him at all, but Filch was obviously under great pressure. He was rummaging around and mumbling crazily,
"Damn it, damn it, maybe there was a thief here!"
An hour later, Filch finally gave up searching. He straightened up his sore waist and said to Amosta with a sad face,
"Please give me some more time, I swear I will find what you want."
This situation did not surprise Amosta. After more than ten years, a piece of parchment with no special appearance may have been used as a draft and then thrown into the fireplace and burned. , facing Filch’s apology, he just sighed with regret and said with relief,
"Just do your best, Argus. It doesn't matter if you can't find it."
And his magnanimity only made Filch even more uneasy. After all, Mr. Blaine rarely gave him instructions. It was a rare opportunity for him to make meritorious deeds, and he screwed it up.
"I will go back and look through my residence today, Mr. Blaine. I will report to you if I can find me!"
Before Amosta walked into the fireplace, Filch still shouted uneasily.
"Then it's up to you, Argus--"
Amosta waved his hand with his back to Filch, and his body changed into a phantom again and disappeared into the forest green flames.
Behind a tapestry on the side of the grand staircase on the first floor of the castle, Fred and George looked at each other, both seeing the uneasiness in each other's eyes.
"This is not good -" Fred pulled the flesh-colored string back with all his strength, "Where did Professor Blaine know that thing? It can't be what Harry said, right?"
"We'll never figure it out,"
George, who was looking around to observe what was going on outside, said urgently,
"But we have to give Harry a heads up!"
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