Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 92: Draw up Filch

　　 "This is not where you should be." Filch stared at Malfoy with his cat-like, bulb-like eyes, with a little bit of hatred and jealousy. This was what he faced most of the students. The expression was even worse, because he still clearly remembered his spiritual sustenance, and Mrs. Loris was almost killed because of this kid.

　　 Malfoy did not reply to him immediately. Instead, he looked around. There was an oil lamp on the ceiling, the light was flickering and dimming, and a set of chains and handcuffs that had been wiped brightly hung beside him. With permission, he can use these to punish students who violate disciplines. This is his favorite thing to do.

　　 There is still a smell of grilled fish in the room. I don’t know if he eats it himself or prepared it for his beloved pet.

　　 "First of all, sir, I am sorry for the mistakes I made last semester." Malfoy's face was full of remorse, "You know, that was not what I meant."

　　 "Really?" Filch still looked at him with a look of scrutiny, but his face had eased a lot. He heard Malfoy's sincere tone, which made him feel a long-lost respect.

　　His secret was revealed last year. He was born into a wizarding family, but he was a dumb gun. Is this his fault? He did his best for the management of Hogwarts, but there are always many troublemakers who interfere with his work. Some students will laugh at him face to face, and some will laugh at him secretly, at his clothes, and at his work. The bare forehead laughed at his old movements, and the more laughter was of course his biggest flaw-he couldn't make magic.

　　A wizard who can’t make magic is ridiculous.

　　 He thought that this secret could be kept hidden, at least to ensure that it was kept secret among the students, allowing him to retain a little dignity, but unfortunately, he himself revealed it last year.

　　 From then on, the eyes of the students looked at him, and there was another thing called sympathy and compassion.

　　His heart is more gloomy, and his dedication to his duties is not understood. This makes his heart more and more distorted. Now he only feels that only punishing those disobedient students can bring him pleasure.

　　 But today is different. He didn't see ridicule and pity in the eyes of the student in front of him. It was a very ordinary look, exactly the kind of look he expected.

　　 His wish is nothing, he just wants to be an ordinary wizard (even without magic), he just wants to be treated equally.

　　 "You are a respectable administrator. I am very sorry for what happened to me last year." Malfoy apologized again, "So I hope you can forgive me."

　　 "Meow." A meow suddenly came from above the two of them, it was Mrs. Loris's cry.

　　 "Oh, your nose is good, take it." Mrs. Loris keenly noticed the package in Malfoy's arms and rushed down from the ceiling chandelier, so Malfoy wrapped one of them. Throwing it to it, Mrs. Lorice didn't recognize it, she used her scrawny claws to open the package and enjoyed the delicious food.

　　 This is a packet of dried fish.

　　 Filch saw this, and his savage expression became more and more relaxed.

　　 is always the fastest way to achieve the goal.

　　 "Almost forgot to do business." Malfoy made an expression of waking up from a dream, and hurriedly took the other black package behind him in front of him and handed it to Filch.

　　 "What is this?" Filch couldn't help but ask, try to make his voice gentle, respect is mutual, he knows his fault, his voice is often laughed at, sometimes serious. But it always makes people feel funny, and the two little ghosts in the Weasley family often imitate him.

　　 "Mischief props." Malfoy said calmly.

　　 "What?" Filch immediately changed his complexion, and the eyes under the deep concave eye sockets began to protrude again, a bit like evil spirits. This was his most annoying thing. Almost instantly he felt that this boy was here specially. Humiliated him.

　　 "The Weasley brothers made the whole building uneasy, so I seized all these things from them." Malfoy read the word seized slowly.

　　 "I think there is only one destination for these prank props." Malfoy's gaze crossed Filch and moved to the drawer under the table behind him. He knew that there was a drawer specially prepared for twins in these drawers. There is another drawer that says "Confiscated supplies, high danger".

　　"The twins are **** sticks. Every time a big mess is caused by them, many professors have reflected on the screaming letter last time. I and Professor Dumbledore I have also said that, but the principal always said that I should be more tolerant. For example, looking at it from another angle, their pranks are also an art, and I don’t know which art is that!” When it comes to the two brothers of the Weasley family, Filch, who had never spoken much, also opened the chatterbox. The twins are his old enemies, and sometimes they hate him more than Pippi. He got more and more excited as he spoke, and even patted the table hard.

　　In addition to doing what one wants, sometimes setting up the same enemy as a target is also a way to get closer.

　　 Filch felt that the student in front of him became more pleasing to the eye, and he didn’t want to pursue Mrs. Loris’s past. At that time, he knew that Malfoy had lost the Academy Cup because of the secret room incident and clapped his hands. But now he feels that such a good and polite boy must be innocent.

　　 Well, if he knew that the pranks in the bag were all knock-outs that Malfoy had bought from the twins, he might not think so.

　　 "These are some small contributions I made to the stability of Hogwarts." Malfoy said modestly, "Now, I think I should personally talk to a hard-working person who is misunderstood by students. Pay tribute to the administrator." As he said, he took out the last thing he brought today from his arms.

　　 a bottle of wine, depending on the packaging or hard liquor.

　　 Filch's eyes narrowed immediately~IndoMTL.com~ This thing should be considered a contraband at Hogwarts, and when he was hesitant to deal with it, Malfoy spoke.

　　 "This bottle of wine will only be the contraband you found in my bedroom. Only you know how to deal with it, and it has nothing to do with me." Malfoy spread his hands and gave an obvious hint.

　　 "Students can't drink." Filch frowned.

　　 "I think I can be a listener." Malfoy said with a smile.

　　 Looking at his face reflected on the bottle, Filch took the bottle with his dry palm, with a complicated expression, and then opened the bottle cap. For a while, the smell of wine filled the office.

　　 soon after.

　　 "Since I can remember, I have felt that I am different from other peers." Filch leaned against the table drunkly, and spoke of his miserable childhood and even his entire life.

　　"You said, why is it always so unfair throughout the life of a person?"

　　 Prejudice, ridicule, and sympathy make his inferiority complex and sensitive. After becoming an administrator, he can only be mean and old-fashioned. This is his disguise, but the mask of disguise may be really unremovable after wearing it for a long time.

　　 Malfoy sighed slightly while looking at Filch, who was lying drunk at the table.

　　 "Also a poor man." Malfoy thought silently, and then got up and walked outside the house. The sober Mrs. Lorice curled up on the table silently gnawing on the dried fish while watching Malfoy leave. (To be continued.)