NABC Chapter 106 Filch's Rampage
Chapter 106 Filch's Rampage
Chapter 106 Filch's Rampage
into the night.
The Ravenclaw common room.
Penelope's roommates noticed that she hadn't returned yet.
Does anyone know where she went?
"I don't know."
"I remember it was after the Transfiguration Club ended several times ago, that is, after the Transfiguration Club course that was featured in the Daily Prophet, she often came back very late."
"I heard from Hufflepuff's friends that they often see Penelope going to the kitchen to feed some small pets."
Upon hearing about the small pet, the little witches' eyes lit up, and they began to ask what kind of small pet it was.
The witch who had a Hufflepuff friend shrugged, indicating that she had never seen one, and that her friend was described as a very cute little mouse.
"A mouse?" Marietta Amok, a second-year student, exclaimed in surprise.
Not only her, but many people were surprised. In everyone's impression, rats that are dark and live in sewers all year round are the representative of rats, and no one thought that rats could be kept as pets.
That's why Ron's Scabbers was one of the least popular pets among the young witches at Hogwarts. If it weren't for the fact that the Gryffindor lionesses were more frightening than rats, Scabbers would have been complained about long ago, given how he was always running around.
"My friend said it was a very cute little mouse, all white and round," the witch muttered in protest.
Actually, I don't really believe it myself.
"Why don't we go take a look?" Marietta Amok suggested.
"Sneaking out at night isn't a big deal, but sneaking out to the kitchen at night doesn't sound like something Ravenclaw should be doing. If they get caught, what will become of Ravenclaw's reputation?"
Some of the little witches raised questions.
It's perfectly normal for Ravenclaws to go to the library at night, but going to the kitchen at night just sounds a bit awkward.
"You can go to the kitchen first, and then go to the library. If anyone asks, just say you got hungry while reading in the library late at night."
"Besides, with an upperclassman leading the way, Filch won't be able to detect the Disillusionment Charm. We just need to worry about not running into other professors in the kitchen."
Someone made a suggestion.
The adventurous young eagles agreed with this idea, and so, led by older students who could use the Disillusionment Charm, they went out in large numbers to roam.
If someone were to enter the Ravenclaw common room at this moment, they would find that dozens of students from all seven years of Ravenclaw have run out.
Unfortunately, Filch did not have the right to enter the academy's common room, and his magical level was absurdly low; he was unable to catch the students wandering around at night under the Illusion Charm.
In reality, Filch's reputation wasn't that intimidating among the older students in Hogwarts' sixth and seventh years. These older students had their own set of nighttime outing experiences, gained through their wits and battles with Filch in previous years, enough to easily control this warden.
Just like tonight, Filch, guided by Mrs. Lorris, could clearly hear people walking back and forth beside him.
But he couldn't see anyone. He tried to rush towards the source of the sound, but missed. Several times he rushed too far and accidentally bumped into the corridor railing, making him see stars.
Mrs. Lorris was meowing anxiously nearby.
"This is definitely not an ordinary little wizard! They're not afraid of me, the administrator! I must strike hard! I must recommend to the headmaster that students be prohibited from using magic outside of class hours!"
Filch, scrambling to his feet, cursed, "Not just the school, I'm going to write a letter to the Daily Prophet, suggesting that all wizards in the wizarding world should refrain from using magic without permission!"
As soon as he finished speaking, laughter rang out from the seemingly empty surroundings.
The meaning is clear: the people laughing were all mocking Filch's wild ideas.
After the laughter subsided, Filch heard footsteps fading away from all directions. Clearly, these people wouldn't give him a chance to follow the trail, so they scattered and gathered at the designated location.
"Ah!!!" Filch sighed to the sky, his hair standing on end in anger. He felt that he had no authority in Hogwarts, and that many junior wizards dared to challenge him. He felt that there was no place for him in the wizarding world!
Amidst the receding footsteps: "Merlin! We actually went on a nighttime stroll right in front of Filch!"
"Lyan made a conjecture that Filch's magic level was very low, which might be related to his talent, so Filch looked at every talented little wizard equally."
"Then wouldn't we perfectly meet all the conditions?"
"No, that's assuming he catches the little wizards. We're not at the point where we'd be caught by Filch yet."
These conversations took place in different directions, but eventually converged at the entrance to the underground kitchen.
In front of an oil painting, someone scratched a pear in the painting, and the pear laughed and turned into a doorknob leading to the kitchen.
"You guys..." Penelope, who was watching the large-scale involuntary performance "Doro the Friend," suddenly heard a large wave of footsteps rushing into the kitchen. When she turned around, she found that about 80% of the Ravenclaw girls had arrived.
"We heard that you keep a lot of pet mice in your kitchen, and we were curious about how mice became pets, so we came to see," said a girl in the same grade as her.
The girl suddenly paused and fell silent, and then all the Ravenclaw girls who came in this batch stared at the small amusement park in front of Penelope.
Staring intently.
Everyone's attention was drawn to the chubby little mouse that was jumping around inside, and to the pink-haired little Doro who was playing around with the other mice.
"So cute!"
"So cute!"
"So cute!"
The little witches were charmed by the pink, white, and clean little mouse.
In particular, after spending some time in the amusement park, these mice, aided by the various health-preserving functions of the alchemical creations, became round and plump, like little white balls constantly rolling in the amusement park.
But they showed no signs of illness; they were all full of energy and vitality. This is the wonder of magic.
Otherwise, these mice wouldn't have been able to struggle and writhe under Doro's weight.
The little witches squatted down around the amusement park, some picking up the mouse and holding it in their palms, feeling the mouse's little paws crawling around in their hands.
Some even reached out and poked the mice playing in the amusement park with their fingers.
Some of the little witches noticed the most energetic pink creature: "Is this pink one also a mouse?"
Penelope shook her head: "No, this is a life form that Ryan created?"
Marietta exclaimed in shock, "Alchemy life? How is that possible? There's never been such an achievement in the history of alchemy!"
Penelope explained to the second-grade girl, "It should be described as an intelligent alchemical creation infused with thoughts and memories."
It's not exactly a completely new life form. Or perhaps it should be named Alchemical Intelligence.
"Alchemy Intelligence"—the crowd chewed on this unfamiliar term, seemingly understanding it but not quite.