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Chapter 22 Are you looking for me?

It was past nine o'clock when Sherlock and Filch walked past the entrance to the Gryffindor lounge together.

Filch looked at the pocket watch in his hand, then picked up a paraffin lamp, illuminating the already dark castle corridor.

"No, they must be planning other tricks this year!"

After staying near the Gryffindor lounge for a long time, Filch couldn't help but muttered in a low voice without catching the person he wanted to catch.

It can be seen that in the confrontation between the Weasley twins, he is often at a disadvantage and is always led by the nose.

"Okay, Professor Forrest, since we haven't caught anyone we wanted to catch here, we're going to take a look at the Slytherin lounge, and those students are not very honest. "

Whispering in his mouth, he walked ahead with the paraffin lamp to lead Sherlock.

Just as Filch reached the corner of the corridor and the stairs, a strange sound suddenly sounded.

The sound was weird, as if someone had triggered some pre-set device, the sound was small and slight, but Sherlock immediately became alert.

He subconsciously took several steps back.

Filch was not so lucky.

The pre-set magic was triggered, and five small balls suddenly rolled out of nowhere from the walls on both sides of the corridor!

They rolled on the ground at an extremely fast speed, circling around Filch's side, and getting smaller and smaller, as if they were deliberately teasing him!
The moment the little ball appeared in Filch's eyes, his face instantly became terrified. At this moment, he could already predict his own fate.

"No!"

With a shrill cry, the five small balls finally gathered around Filch and exploded!

"Oh!"

The explosion of the five small balls was not loud, and the area affected was very small, but an unbearable stench instantly filled the entire corridor!
A burst of tawny smoke with a strong visual impact completely enveloped Filch's whole body!

Sherlock, who had already taken a few steps back, now covered his nose with his cuff, frowning and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Are you all right, Filch?"

Filch didn't respond to him, but the hysterical curses had already revealed that he didn't seem to be in the right place at all.

"Damn! Damn! Damn! Those two bastards! I must catch them! I will whip them! Sentence them to a year of confinement in handcuffs! Let them be expelled!"

The stench, like the smoke overflowing from a cesspit, gradually drifted away, revealing Filch's miserable appearance.

His body was covered with shit-yellow dirt, his expression was exasperated, and he seemed a little helpless, standing in the middle of the corridor with his hands covered in sticky objects.

Such a nauseating stench made it hard not to wonder what the yellow sticky substance was.

Filch seemed to be about to explode, but his rich experience in dealing with such things left him with some reason.

"Professor Forrest, tonight's patrol is probably coming to an end, I have to go back and clean up these things on me."

After he finished speaking, he couldn't wait for Sherlock to answer, so he fled from here in a hurry with the paraffin lamp.

Sherlock looked helplessly at his disappearing back.

Well, he underestimated the strength of the twins before.

Filch was no longer at a disadvantage, but was bullied to pieces.

Today's plan to let the castle administrator familiarize him with Hogwarts is of course a failure.

Up to now, he only knew where the Gryffindor lounge was, and he still didn't know anything about the rest of the castle.

Sherlock was pacing in front of the Gryffindor lounge, waiting for the stench in the corridor to dissipate before passing, while hesitating whether to take him for a walk around the castle alone, at least to get acquainted structure.

But he was also worried that he would run into Professor McGonagall or Dumbledore on the road, and he couldn't explain why he didn't sleep in the middle of the night and wandered around the castle.

And just when Sherlock was struggling with a headache, the entrance to the Gryffindor lounge suddenly opened quietly, and a burst of chattering voices came from inside.

"He must have left. So many dung bombs exploded together, at least let him soak in the pool overnight."

"I just figured he'd be here guarding us tonight, did he really think we were going to treat him like we did last year? Ridiculous, Weasleys never do the same tricks on the same people!"

"Okay, it's enough to get here, we should open the Marauder's Map, and the people in the lounge can no longer see us."

George and Fred crawled out from the entrance cautiously. At this time, Sherlock was standing silently under the candlestick on the same wall as the entrance, and they didn't notice him.

"I solemnly swear that I will do no good!"

George drew his wand.Chanting a spell in his mouth, he tapped on the worn-out parchment in his hand.

Suddenly a wonderful change appeared on the parchment, but from Sherlock's perspective, he couldn't see the changes on the parchment.

"Hoho! Hogwarts' King of the Night is back! We have returned to the castle after two months, so where should our first destination be?"

"I think we should go to the statue of the Hunchbacked Witch first. There are not enough materials to make dung bombs. We hid some there last year."

"That's right, we used up our last stockpile to deal with Falch tonight, so it's time to replenish it."

"Wait, Fred!"

George, who was observing the situation on the parchment, suddenly interrupted Fred.

He pointed to a certain place on the parchment, and said in a trembling voice.

"Look at this."

Fred shifted his gaze to where George's fingers were.

It was the corridor in front of the entrance to the Gryffindor common room where they were now, and their names were written on it.

But next to them, there was a somewhat unfamiliar name close to them, and even some of the letters overlapped.

"Xia, Sherlock Forrest"

Fred swallowed and read out the name on the Marauder's map. At the same time, he and George mechanically turned their necks, looking in the direction marked with Sherlock's name on the map.

In the shadows under the candlestick, Sherlock, who had been silently watching them use the Marauder's Map, met the eyes of the two unlucky guys quietly, and asked calmly.

"You are looking for me?"

(End of this chapter)