Now that Filch had caught him with his speech disorder, Aini truthfully stated his estimate and promised to do his best.
Not to mention that Filch has always respected him very much since he joined the company. The blood-cursed orcs alone are a very valuable subject.
"Thank you, thank you so much, I, I..."
Filch was so excited that he couldn't speak coherently. He picked it up and put it down again at a loss, and finally sobbed softly covering his face.
Seeing this, Aini didn't say anything else, patted the other party on the shoulder and left the room.
In the face of the other party's decades of emotional accumulation, any words of comfort are so feeble. It is better to leave quietly and leave space for this old man who has experienced ups and downs to vent.
At the door of the administrator's office, Aini did not leave immediately after coming out.
Human beings' joys and sorrows are not the same, but stories from acquaintances are always more likely to arouse empathy.
You never know what will come before tomorrow. Don’t let your habits become the source of regret. Instead, start paying attention to the people around you from now on, and do it and cherish it.
Letting the messy thoughts wander in his mind for a while, Aini gathered his mood and strode towards the auditorium.
The candlelight flickers on the lampstand behind you. It doesn't need light, but it burns itself to light up other people's world.
And something is enjoying the light, but is still not satisfied and secretly plotting how to take the candle as its own.
For example, there is a mouse lying in the Gryffindor boys' dormitory, trying to figure out how Jerry works.
Take Lockhart, for example, who has been digging out sewage for more than twenty days and is about to finally clear out the tunnel.
Even Dumbledore didn't know when Tom started to become obsessed with Defense Against the Dark Arts.
However, judging from Lockhart's performance in the past month, when making the first Horcrux, Voldemort had already mastered the relevant knowledge very solidly, even enough to handle daily teaching at Hogwarts.
Under his guidance, Lockhart successfully took off the hat of "Bad Professor" and regained many fans like a resurrection.
"There are many obstacles!"
"There are many obstacles!"
In the dormitory, Harry and Ron stood opposite each other. Their wands flicked in a circle at the same time, and two blue-green sparks suddenly shot out. At the same time as the "crack" sound of the collision of magic spells was heard, Seamus and Neville also came next to them. of cheers.
Gryffindor's boys' dormitory is either big or small. At least a few people tidied it up and could barely make a practice field large enough for use.
A sweater was laid out in the center of the field as a logo, with the big R on it indicating its origin—Ron didn't like the sweaters his mother knitted.
The two of them cast the obstacle spell several more times. Judging from the casting movements, Ron was more skillful and calm, but in terms of power, Harry was obviously superior.
As the spells were cast again and again, the collision point of the spell was also moving towards Ron's defense line. When the blue-green sparks fired by Harry finally broke through the limit marked by the hem of the sweater, this small competition was also announced. Finish.
Amid the applause and attention of his roommates, Ron shrugged his shoulders, bowed to Harry, and then walked to the sidelines to get together again.
He didn't care about losing to his friend. After all, he was the savior who defeated the Dark Lord, and he was just a little wizard who was not taken seriously.
"Quick, which one of you will come up?"
After giving a thumbs up to the two people who had just left the field, Seamus couldn't wait to run onto the field and looked at Neville and Dean on the edge.
"I come."
Before Dean could make any move, Neville responded hurriedly and stood opposite Seamus.
Compared to the same year before, the boy had become more confident, and his expression when he was concentrating already had the demeanor of the Gryffindor Sword Master in the future.
"This spell is really easy to use, but it's a little too powerful. I wonder when Lockhart will teach us new spells."
Ron sat on the edge of the bed, twirling his own willow wand in his hand.
Lockhart's performance over the past month has been almost forgotten.
Having forgotten his previous embarrassment, his status in the hearts of the students has also been greatly improved.
But no matter how hard he tried to make up for it, the image that had collapsed once would never return to its previous state.
Like Ron, most students don't use honorifics when referring to him. It may seem like a small thing, but it clearly declares the unrepaired rift between the two.
"The Obstacle Spell is very good and very applicable. Besides, if it is a more powerful spell, it cannot be practiced in the dormitory."
Harry watched the "duel" between Neville and Seamus with great interest. Boys always prefer confrontational games.
Just like he is obsessed with Quidditch, Harry has competitive blood flowing in his bones, which is almost exactly the same as James Potter.
"It's a pity that we live in the tower, and the rooms are too small. I heard that there are several practice rooms in the Slytherin lounge, and you can use them as you like."
Speaking of which, Ron was a little envious. Even though those guys with their nostrils turned upward looked annoying, they had to admit that Slytherin's alumni group was the richest among the four houses. Every year, the Snake House received a lot of donations. .
So even though the little snakes live underground, their living conditions are not bad at all, and all facilities are very complete.
Ron's eyes suddenly lost focus, and his sight seemed to penetrate through the floors one after another. He saw the little snakes walking into the large practice room with stinking faces, casting spells freely, and Draco even more He formed a team with two followers and started a confrontation with the third grade students.
What he couldn't imagine was that Draco was indeed with his classmates, but the people sitting next to him were not Goyle and Crabbe.
Hermione had never imagined that there would be a tea room in the Slytherin common room. It was outrageous! .br>
Are they really in the same school?
"Why, is this place different from what you imagined?"
Draco smiled calmly, picked up the standing kettle and started making tea. His skillful movements seemed to have a different kind of elegance.
"I thought, here, here..."
Hermione opened her mouth, but couldn't form the right words.
"Think that the Slytherin lounge is gloomy, gray, monotonous and boring. Everyone is nervously busy with their own things, there is no communication, and they are wary of each other?"
The boy asked in a mocking and self-deprecating tone. He knew that Little Snake had poor reviews in other colleges, but everyone, including himself, was too lazy to explain it to others and did not bother to do so.
Perhaps it was Draco's expression that was so spot-on, but Hermione inexplicably understood his inner thoughts from his face, and was even more speechless for a moment. I had to say that everyone had made a mistake and should not have made any mistakes before understanding the situation. Making judgments about one's classmates.
This was the first time she entered the Slytherin lounge. It was not as cold as the other three houses thought, at least the tone in this tea room——
Very warm.
