a certain scientific harry potter

For your own purposes, you made me suffer years of abuse at the Dursleys' house, and you made Hermione come to Hogwarts to study, and you played up the dangers of suppressing magic in front of your adoptive parents. mess? !

(Is this child really prejudiced against me and the magic world...)

Dumbledore perfectly captured the resentment hidden in Harry's eyes, and quickly figured out why Harry, who should have been cautious in his opinion, acted so perversely.

The Ministry of Magic's previous foul play really aroused Harry's hatred. Coupled with the fanning of the Muggle royal family and the government, he obviously doesn't have a good impression of Hogwarts and himself as the headmaster.

He was making such a fuss because he actually wanted to drop out of school, or in other words, he never thought of coming to Hogwarts to study in his heart!

But for someone, he had to come.

Thinking of the letter he received from Ollivander some time ago, Dumbledore gradually had a plan in his mind.

Harry's belief is even so strong that it can affect the will of the holly wand, causing it to actively choose another owner, which is already very telling!

Hermione Granger, a Muggle-born but talented witch, should be the key to ease the bad relationship between herself and Harry!

"Attention all students, I want to say a few words to you." After figuring out the key point, Dumbledore slowly passed Harry, and said in a deep voice to everyone in the auditorium, "Some attention I was supposed to announce the matter after the sorting ceremony was completed and everyone had eaten and drank, but now it seems that it has to be brought forward."

"First of all, first-year freshmen, the school's forbidden forest is strictly forbidden for any students to enter! Some senior students should also remember this well!"

While speaking, Dumbledore glanced at a pair of red-haired twins in Gryffindor. When Harry just set the sorting hat on fire, they were the happiest of them~

"Also, Mr. Filch, the administrator, asked me to remind everyone not to cast magic in the corridors between classes."

"Next, the most important point, if you don't want to encounter accidents, or even die in pain, please don't enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor!"

"Finally...Mr. Harry Granger, you just unforgivably violated the school rules, so I must impose the most severe punishment on you. Ravenclaw will be deducted [-] points for your reckless behavior !"

"Also..." Dumbledore looked around, and finally set his sights on the sloppily dressed janitor.

"Mr. Filch, Harry Granger can't stay at the dinner party any longer. He needs immediate solitary confinement, but since today is his first day of school, please escort him to your office. Meanwhile, Please make sure...to watch him all night!!"

Chapter 34 Filch's mentality is paper

On the first day of enrolling, he set the sorting hat on fire, and even deducted [-] points from the school he belongs to, and he was also placed in confinement...

In Hogwarts janitor - Argus Filch's decades of working career, Harry is definitely the most vicious bad student he has ever seen!

And what made him even more angry was that because Dumbledore ordered him to take care of Harry himself, Filch could not send Harry to the dungeon, but could only take him to his own residence.

In this way, Filch's dinner can only be reimbursed at this point.

That was a luxurious dinner for freshmen... For Filch, he could only eat this kind of food once a year.

He originally wanted to secretly pack some back and enjoy it with his beloved cat, Mrs. Norris, but now it turned out to be... all wasted!

"Damn troublemaker, hurry up and let me in!!"

Filch was cursing all the way, and finally he pulled Harry's clothes back to his caretaker's cabin, and pushed Harry inside.

As soon as he entered the door, Harry wrinkled his nose imperceptibly. The smell of kerosene mixed with grilled fish in the cabin made him feel a little uncomfortable.

The oil lamps in the house were flickering dimly, and occasionally some rays of light fell on the rows of filing cabinets.

With that sporadic light, Harry could occasionally see labels such as "Confiscation" and "Disciplinary Violation".

From the looks of it, this place should be Filch's office.

"Meow~"

A skinny tabby cat with gray fur appeared in front of Harry. Perhaps because it was too thin, its cat eyes bulged like light bulbs, and its scarlet pupils were full of unfriendly gazes.

However, Harry didn't judge meow by its appearance at all, and instead showed a kind smile at the other party.

During the years of living in the Dursleys' house, Mrs. Figg's cat was a rare life adjustment for him, so Harry never spared his kindness towards this creature.

That's why, even though Crookshanks had a big face and bowlegged appearance that everyone disliked, Harry still took good care of him.

He himself liked it, let alone love Wujiwu.

"Mrs. Norris, stay away from that bastard freshman!" Filch shouted angrily at the door, "He is a dangerous person, and just directly ruined the sorting ceremony we have been looking forward to!"

"Woo~" The cat named Mrs. Norris looked at Harry curiously for a while, and there was a look of understanding in a humane way.

As a smart cat, Mrs. Norris knows very well that her master is the happiest only on this day of the year, because not only can he eat delicious food, but he can also show himself as the "dean of teaching" in front of the new students. 'The authority.

But this human child in front of him completely messed up his master's annual happy event. It is conceivable that the master will probably be heartbroken for the next whole year.

"Well, the place is a bit small, but it's barely livable."

Filch glared at him from the sidelines, but Harry didn't realize that he was in confinement at all. Instead, he looked around the layout of the entire room and began to design the accommodation plan for tonight.

Many of the filing cabinets here are detachable, and it would be a good choice to use them to form a bed, at least to save yourself from making a floor.

"Boy, I warn you to be more honest!" Filch, who rushed over from the side, grabbed Harry's skirt, "Do you know where you are now? Look up carefully, Dumbledore wants me to Watching you personally means... I can hang you from the ceiling all night!!"

"Hmph, everything is quite complete~"

Following the direction Filch pointed, Harry saw groups of shiny iron chains and handcuffs, all of which were hung from the ceiling, flickering with the dim light of the oil lamp.

There are even such special props?

Harry did not expect that in the real Hogwarts, the method of corporal punishment on students would be so severe~

Bind, restrain, something like that...

However, Harry wasn't going to let Filch use this junk on himself!

"Mr. Filch...I advise you to let go now."

"Hmm!" Filch suddenly felt a pinprick-like pain in his palm, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly let go of Harry's lapel.

It's just that at this moment, he discovered that his palm was strangely scratched with bloodstains!

"What the hell did you do?!" Filch asked, covering his palms vigilantly, but he didn't dare to approach Harry again.

"It's nothing, just to remind you not to be too rude." Harry, who had already had some misunderstandings, had no intention of respecting Filch at all, "I might as well tell you clearly that I actually don't want to come Going to school here, if I can drop out of school, it will be better for me!"

"You...what did you say?!" Filch widened his eyes in panic. At this moment, he really felt a dangerous aura from Harry!

What Filch didn't know was that that breath was named Moran.

Even if Harry didn't have a wand at the moment, but with his control over Moran for more than a year, he wanted to punish Filch, an old guy who was inexplicably hostile to him, and even tried to torture him. It's not difficult at all!

"What I just said, if you are not angry, you can directly tell Headmaster Dumbledore. In addition..."

Seeing that he had successfully calmed down Filch, Harry continued to speak threateningly: "For me who wants to quit school, the school rules are just a decoration. But for you, once you lose the decoration of the school rules constraints, then the threats you just made can easily become... a joke that will bring danger to yourself!!"

"You? You bastard...you bastard! You, and you students...why? Why are you all so bastard! You bastard!!"

In other words, Harry actually only wanted to threaten Filch, telling him that being too presumptuous would easily hurt him, but he never thought that Filch's mentality would suddenly collapse...

"what's the situation?"

Looking at Filch who was swearing, throwing things to vent, and even hitting his head against the wall, Harry couldn't figure it out.

No... Was what I just said so poignant?

"Meow!!" Even Mrs. Norris bared her teeth at Harry in dissatisfaction.

"Well...Mr. Filch, if I said something too much just now, you can just bring it up directly. Why are you so angry at yourself..."

"roll!!!"

Seeing that the little old man Filch was so angry, Harry, who was a little embarrassed, wanted to try to ease the atmosphere, but never thought that Filch would not appreciate it at all.

"Well…"

Even after that roar, Harry heard a low, hoarse sob!

actually cry?

Harry was confused for a moment, Filch was also a teacher after all, how could his mental endurance be worse than that of ordinary children?

Chapter 35 Squibs are tough

"I said Mr. Filch, can we stop crying for now..."

In the janitor's hut, while avoiding Mrs. Norris' outraged cat's claws, Harry tried hard to persuade him for a long time, but Filch still behaved like that, squatting in the corner with a hoarse voice and howling endlessly.

Actually, Harry didn't want to bother him too much, but you said that he is a big man crying like a bitter woman, not only ugly, but also ugly. If he keeps crying like this, will Harry still sleep tonight?

"Well, it seems that I can only use this trick~"

Shrugging helplessly, Harry casually wiped the interspatial ring, and pulled out his... suitcase.

Yes, Harry actually brought two suitcases.

In the box on the train, there are actually only school uniforms and bedding and textbooks that he has already memorized and never used.

And his real most important 'treasures' are actually all in another box, and have been hidden in the space ring.

From this point, it can be seen that Harry is always ready to run~

"Meow?! Meow!"

Filch was squatting in the corner and weeping secretly, so he didn't notice Harry's situation, but Mrs. Norris kept staring at Harry, so she was startled by the sudden appearance of the suitcase.

But then, it suddenly sniffed curiously, and a pair of cat eyes lit up!

In Harry's suitcase, Mrs. Norris smelled a very cat-attractive smell!

"Meow meow!"

It began to grind its paws restlessly on the spot, and that smell was definitely the most fragrant smell it had ever smelled in a cat's life. The aroma kept drilling into its nose, and its brain was about to shut down due to the stimulation!

If it weren't for Harry not being his master, Mrs. Norris might be rolling around in place and begging to be fed right now~

"Hey, the nose is quite good, is it like Crookshanks, with the blood of a cat and raccoon?"

Harry looked at Mrs. Norris who was swallowing her saliva amusedly, took out a small jar from the suitcase, opened it, and pushed it in front of her.

"Try this, I think it tastes good and say..."

"Mrs. Norris, stay away from him! You bastard, don't even think about feeding my Mrs. Norris anything strange!!"

Hearing that Harry actually wanted to feed his beloved cat something of unknown origin, Filch didn't care to cry anymore, and hurriedly rushed over viciously.

"It's just feeding a cat, why are you reacting so badly?" Harry gave Filch an annoyed look, "See for yourself how thin it has become? Really, it's obvious that I can't feed it well. , don’t let others feed it~”

Mrs. Norris is a Maine Coon cat. This kind of cat has always been known as a gentle giant. Not only is it gentle and considerate, but it will also grow up to be big and beautiful. It is definitely the heart of many cat owners.

As a result, it is now thin and dry by Filch. Not only has its physique failed to grow, but even its most beautiful hair has become greasy and knotted. It seems that it is caused by long-term malnutrition and not taking a bath.

"Meow!" As if she couldn't stand the smell, Mrs. Norris ignored Filch's stop, and started eating.

"What the hell did you feed Mrs. Norris?"

Filch sniffed unconsciously. He could already smell the aroma in the jar at the moment, and at the same time, he saw various pieces of meat in different sizes but full of weight, and even a little bit of jealousy arose in his heart.

OMG, that's fresh meat, my usual food is not so good!

"The canned cat food I make myself uses all good ingredients~" Harry explained with a smile, "Hermione's Crookshanks has always treasured this thing, if it knows that I feed it to others Cat, you must show your teeth at me."

Seeing that the other party was happy to eat, Harry tentatively touched the back of Mrs. Norris's neck. Although the latter's body trembled a few times, she didn't react too aggressively.

"Heh, I'm hungry from the looks of the food, but I really should get something to eat."

While talking, Harry began to take out all kinds of ingredients from the suitcase, and Filch's desk was filled in a short while.

These ingredients are basically washed and processed, and they can be used as long as they are unpacked, and there are all kinds of meat, vegetables, and bean products, but Filch's eyes are straight!

After that, Harry even took out the alcohol stove, the soup pot and the most important seasonings~

"Mr. Filch, can you please light a fire? I don't have a wand at hand right now." After placing the fuel alcohol, Harry turned his head and asked Filch.

He could actually use a lighter, but he wanted to increase Filch's participation, after all, there were only the two of them in the room, so it's not easy to eat by yourself while others watch.

As a result, it didn't come to fruition. As soon as he asked this question, Filch's emotions suddenly exploded again!

"Oh, damn it! You're here to find fault, right?! Damn bastard, I... I can't cast magic, and I don't have a wand either!! Are you satisfied now?!"

"It turned out to be so?"

Harry frowned in surprise, he had never thought that Filch would be a Squib!

He had heard Scamander talk about the Squibs, which meant people who belonged to wizard families but could not use magic. Mrs. Figg, whom Dumbledore had sent to monitor him, was a Squib.

Unexpectedly, I have met another one now, and it is still in Hogwarts!