Chapter 51： On the Self-Quality of Actors (1/2)

”Really throw it here?”

In the corner of the corridor on the second floor, the Weasley twin brothers are whispering quietly. After yesterday's efforts, Fred has successfully mastered the unlocking spell. The next morning, the two of them couldn't wait to find Filch's troubles, and that was what happened before them.

”Yes, throw it here.” George looked up at the end of the corridor, nodded and said, ”Yesterday, third-grade William threw big dung bombs here. I heard people say that Filch took a long time to put it on the ground. The dung bombs are cleaned up.”

”Well, remember to cover me later.” Fred looked like he was going to death generously. He saw that Filch had already walked towards this side. He quietly reached into the paper bag and took out a big dung bomb. , Just about to chat with George a few more words, but suddenly found out that his twin brother had run out of sight.

”Asshole, you slipped so fast.” Fred took a deep breath, and when Filch passed by, the big dung bomb in his hand fell on the ground.

there was a sound.

A rotten smell dispersed from the ground, and immediately filled most of the corridor. Filch lowered his head, the expressions on his face almost twisted together, he suddenly raised his head, looking around like a mad, his gaze fell on Fred who was holding the paper bag.

”You nasty kid, do you know how long it took me to clean up that big dung bomb yesterday?” Filch flushed, his cheek muscles were twitching, and he looked like he was about to explode with anger. He reached out and grabbed it. Fred's hand was raised.

Just after escaping from the paper bag, Fred’s hands were dirty.

”The evidence is solid. Come with me. This time, you will be locked up anyway.” Filch grabbed Fred with one hand and was about to drag him to his office. ”I should have convinced Dumbledore. Lido, let him return to the old-fashioned way of punishment. You guys hang on the ceiling for a few days, or get a whip to increase your memory.”

After Fred was captured by Filch, George abducted from another passage and looked at Fred who was taken away by Filch. He swallowed, staring down at his paper bag, and hurriedly walked. Follow them.

Fred looked back and saw George following behind him, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his brother didn't flinch, or he would be in vain if he was caught by Filch.

In other words, this guy's feet still exudes the stench of rotten eggs, and his mouth is constantly nagging, venting his inner anger.

It didn't take long for Filch to take Fred to his office.

”Don't think about running away. If you run away, there will be no good fruit.” Filch said with a sullen face, pointing to the chains hanging behind the desk, and whispered, ”I occasionally put them on Oil, you can use it someday, you can only teach you a bunch of bastards. If you want to violate school rules in the future, you will think twice, don't you?”

Fred paid no attention to Filch's nagging, and looked at this place that most students avoided.

He began to look for his goal, the location of the drawer.

Filch took out the parchment paper from the drawer on the desk, spread it in front of him, then took the long black feather pen, dipped it in the inkwell and asked

”Name...” Filch saw that the other party did not answer, and raised his head severely and asked, ”Your name.”

”Fred Weasley.” Fred replied a little carelessly. He had found the exact location of the drawer.

”Crime...”