Hogwarts, where the stars shine

The weather in the British Isles is like a woman's face, moody.It was snowing two days ago, but then it started raining.

Mesa, who had just finished taking herbal medicine, looked at the cold raindrops falling outside. He didn't want to experience what it meant to have "cold icy rain hitting his face randomly."

The students lifted their schoolbags and robes above their heads and ran towards the castle against the rain. In an instant, water splashed all over the field, making everyone's trousers wet.

Lilia frowned. She also didn't want to experience the feeling of cold raindrops hitting her face and neck, but who made the cold rain come too suddenly, and no one was prepared at all.

Following the example of others, Lilia also raised her schoolbag above her head. She could only hope that she could run fast enough and run back to the castle before being drowned.

"Why do you have to lift your schoolbag above your head?" Mesa asked. "The schoolbag will get wet, and the textbooks inside will also get wet."

Lilia gave Mesa a vicious look and said angrily: "Between the textbooks and myself, I choose the textbooks! What if I catch a cold from the rain!"

"But you have me!" Mesa said, "I am Mesa Black."

Lilia rolled her eyes at Mesa again, you are Mesa White, you are so tall!This cold rain will avoid you!

Although there were a lot of things she wanted to say in her belly, Lilia's heart was still warm. After all, a kind word could warm the whole winter, especially since this "kind word" was said by the half-wooden Mesa.

"I caught a cold because of the water. Can you help me get sick, or are you going to give me medicine?" Lilia said, "The most you can do is tell me: drink more hot water."

Mesa took out his wand unhurriedly and held the ebony wand upright in front of his chest. He was already prepared.

Lilia looked at Mesa in surprise. It was obvious that Mesa did not have an umbrella in her hand, but just now she heard the sound of the umbrella being opened.

"Magic provides a lot of conveniences for wizards' lives," Mesa said, "but some people always forget that they are wizards."

This is a very simple magic. It can be called an umbrella spell for the time being. It can be used with a little practice.This is a magic spell that Mesa found in the library, and it is very practical.

"Let's go, Miss Lilia Shafiq, who forgets that she is a witch." Mesa said, he looked very handsome holding an umbrella, but he was really annoying when he said this.

One person held an umbrella and two people walked together. The cold raindrops dripped along the umbrella eaves. Mesa and Lilia formed a sharp contrast with the other students.

There is no harm without comparison. Seeing the Mesa two people walking leisurely in the rain, but they could only be randomly photographed by the freezing rain... the sad feeling spread instantly on the field.

Soon, Mesa and Lilia returned to the castle. Except for the trousers that were soaked by water splashes, the rest of the place was not wet by the rain.

Others were not so lucky, and there were many drowned rats in the foyer.The soaked students not only brought back rainwater, but also brought back a lot of mud.

"Dirty thing!" Filch's roar echoed in the hall, deafening.

He pointed at the mud and dirty water dripping from the students' robes, his eyes were bulging and scary, and the flesh on his double chin trembled, "Dirty things, the castle has been made a mess by you!"

Filch was making such a fuss that he wanted to arrest everyone in the foyer and put them in solitary confinement so that they would never return to the castle dirty again.

If possible, Filch would also like to hang students from the ceiling, which was his lifelong dream.

Some bold students spoke out to refute, telling facts and reasoning.If it hadn't suddenly started raining heavily outside, who would have wanted to become as miserable as a drowned rat.

"I've had enough, I'm going to lock you all up!" Filch shouted. He was not a reasonable person at all, especially he didn't want to listen to students' reasoning.

Seeing the students and the school administrator arguing non-stop, Mesa put away her wand and stood in front of the students.

"Okay, Argus." Mesa comforted Filch, "We were having class in the greenhouse, and it suddenly started raining heavily. It was because everyone was unprepared. It was not intentional."

Going against Filch's will may eventually alarm other professors, and today's matter will go unsolved.But with Filch's vengeful character, this matter is definitely not over, and he will continue to cause trouble for everyone afterwards.Instead of letting Filch settle the scores in the future, it would be better to come forward to persuade him and let today's matter be settled.

"Blake, look, look!" Filch said with a straight face, pointing tremblingly at the dirty ground, where a string of muddy footprints were particularly conspicuous.

Filch refused to give up, and several students wanted to argue again, but when they saw that all the other Slytherin students were silent, they kept their mouths shut.

Although Mesa's plan has not been implemented much, some lower-grade Slytherin students have already vaguely taken him as the leader.Not only did Mesa not notice this change, but they themselves didn't notice it either.

Mesa bent down and picked up the thin cat at his feet. Mrs. Loris struggled symbolically, and then lay comfortably in Mesa's arms.

"Argus, calm down." Mesa said, "I know it's hard for you to clean the castle, but today is just an accident. You also saw the heavy rain outside, let's understand each other."

Facing Mesa's kind words, Filch's ugly face trembled. He didn't know whether it was "mutual understanding" that stimulated him, or Mrs. Norris's "betrayal" that stimulated him.

School administrators and students are naturally on opposite sides, but if Filch's attitude could be gentler and the students could give him more respect, things might not be so bad for both parties.

Of course, this is just an ideal situation.Argus Filch is a squib who resents students who can learn magic.

"Argus, even if this matter comes to the principal, he will not blame the students." Mesa said, "This is just an accident. You don't want the castle to be dirty, and you don't want everyone to get wet."

Mesa said a lot of good things, and the muscles on Filch's face kept trembling.He also knew that he couldn't blame the students for today's matter, but he was just angry!

Seeing that the two were still talking, Lilia quietly waved her hand to the students behind her, signaling them to leave quickly.

The Slytherin student immediately understood and quietly left, and the others quickly followed.As they left, there were another series of muddy footprints on the castle ground.

This scene made Filch extremely uncomfortable. The muscles on his face shook even more violently, and his breathing sounded like an old broken bellows.

"I didn't let them leave!" Filch muttered angrily. He did not let them leave, but he didn't stop them either.

Mesa smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Argus. If I were the principal, I would definitely give you a raise in recognition of your hard work."

The Cake Master is online again. Even if Mesa becomes the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry one day, there is no telling whether the school administrator is Argus Filch!

"A bunch of annoying little guys!" Filch murmured, dragging his old arms and legs away, "I want to show the chicken to the monkey, don't let me catch any more naughty students!"

As Filch gradually walked away, Mrs. Norris jumped out of Mesa's arms and chased after him.

"I didn't expect that your relationship with Filch would get along so well." Lilia said, "How come I didn't know when it happened."

"When I was in solitary confinement last year," Mesa said, "People's hearts are always warm, and there will always be a day when things get hotter. I just gave Filch enough respect. Besides me, who else in this school can hate me?" Where is old Filch's respect?"

Lilia tilted her head and thought for a while, indeed few people would respect Argus Filch.

Not only did the students not mention it, but the professors also generally had a bad opinion of Filch's senses. Even Hagrid called him "an old loser."One can imagine how unpopular Filch was at Hogwarts.

"It's raining today, Filch will definitely have a hard time," Mesa said. "It's probably because he's not feeling well that he would take his anger out on the students and block them here and scold them."

With that said, Mesa took out his wand and said: "Clean up." In an instant, the mud in the hall disappeared.

"To be honest, I don't think you have such good intentions." Lilia said, "What are you planning?"

"Can't I just do good deeds for free?" Mesa said, but seeing Lilia's unbelieving look in her eyes, he had to change his words, "Okay, I am indeed making up my mind."

Mesa spoke for the Slytherin students today, and also cleaned the hall for Filch. Of course there was a reason.

If there is anyone who knows the castle best at this stage, that person must be Albus Dumbledore, but Mesa cannot contact the headmaster, so he can only choose Filch as the next best option.

It was easier to speak for the Slytherin students. Mesa didn't want to expand the conflict with the students in the same house. He wanted to show his magnanimity.