Hogwarts Mental Rehabilitation Center

When the teachers and students returned to the castle, they were suddenly surprised to find a table at the gate.

Next to it was a poster with strange-looking mice and rabbits in various colors.

There is a person sitting behind the table. This person is a good public servant of Hogwarts and Travis's good assistant. Filch is also~

"Mr. Filch, what are you doing here?"

Professor McGonagall took a step forward and asked doubtfully.

Filch forced a stiff smile on his face and pointed at the poster.

"There are some little things that can be used as pets in the castle. Principal Dumbledore asked me to distribute Poke Balls for students to capture here."

After hearing Filch talk about Poke Balls, Professor McGonagall suddenly understood.

This must be Travis's doing!

"Albus is too doting on Travis."

Professor McGonagall shook her head helplessly and suddenly reached out to Filch.

"Then give me one too, and I'll see what those two guys are doing."

"Wait a minute, let me see."

Filch said as he opened a thick book and read through it.

After a while, Filch closed the thick book and shook his head at Professor McGonagall.

"Unfortunately, Professor McGonagall, your credits this semester have not reached 20 points, and you are not eligible to receive the Poke Ball."

Professor McGonagall:  …

I am a professor!How could there be such a thing as credits!

Are you still checking this for a long time? !

Professor McGonagall's face didn't look good. She felt that she had been tricked by Filch.

"Principal Dumbledore told me that no matter who it was, he had to check the other party's credits before giving out the Poké Balls. I just obeyed." Filch hurriedly explained after noticing Professor McGonagall's expression.

Professor McGonagall nodded.

"Then, I will now add 20 credits to Professor McGonagall as the Head of Gryffindor."

Filch blinked, thought for a moment, and handed over the notebook and quill.

"I checked the credits based on the records above...but you have the right to change it."

Professor McGonagall nodded with satisfaction, took the book and pen, opened the Gryffindor House student directory, added her name, and wrote twenty points at the back.

Filch took the book and looked at it, nodded, opened the drawer on the side and took out a Poke Ball and handed it to Professor McGonagall.

After receiving the elf ball, Professor McGonagall put it into his pocket, then took the notebook and wrote down twenty points after his name, and then added his name with the two points in front of Filch. Cross it out.

Filch nodded and said nothing.

Seeing Professor McGonagall successfully obtain the Poké Ball and enter the castle, Professor Flitwick quickly stepped forward with two legs.

However, Professor Snape walked up to Filch before him.

"Oh, Snape, don't you know how to be humble to the disadvantaged?" Professor Flitwick complained.

Professor Snape turned to look at Professor Flitwick, suddenly showing a look of realization.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Professor Flitwick, I didn't notice you just now." Snape said apologetically.

Professor Flitwick: ...

Believe it or not, I jumped up and smashed your knees!

"Cough cough..."

Filch coughed twice and interrupted the two professors who were standing in the middle of the line. He very consciously handed the notebook and quill to Professor Snape.

Professor Snape took the notebook and pen and followed the same pattern, first writing the extra points to get the Poké Ball, then writing the negative points and crossing out the names and points.

Then, Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout followed the same procedure and received the Poké Balls and entered the castle.

Seeing that all the four deans had entered, and the place was crowded with people, Professor Lockhart, who had not been in the limelight for a long time, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Aha! It's my turn!"

Professor Lockhart pushed away the crowd and shook his hair, strode up to Filch and waved to Filch.

Filch handed the notebook and quill to Lockhart, and Lockhart started writing.

"I'll give myself 100 credits and an autograph of mine. How many Poké Balls do you want to give me?"

Lockhart grinned, showing his big white teeth, but not to Filch but to the students at the door.

Filch took the book and looked at it before nodding: "Not one, Professor Lockhart."

"Okay..." Lockhart, who was about to wave to the students below, suddenly turned his head and looked at Filch: "Didn't you see clearly? I gave myself 100 extra credits! How could I not get any of them? arrive?"

Filch took back the quill from Lockhart and suddenly grinned: "Because Mr. Clyde has specifically told you not to cheat - except for the four deans."

"What does it have to do with that guy Clyde? Didn't Principal Dumbledore ask you to hand out Poké Balls here?"

"Yes, it was Principal Dumbledore who ordered me to distribute Poke Balls to students here." Filch nodded calmly: "But Mr. Clyde provided the Poke Balls."

Lockhart's face instantly turned the color of liver. He glared at Filch fiercely and walked into the castle without saying a word.

"Hahahahahahahaha"

"Hahaha……"

"what!……"

……

A cheerful voice suddenly sounded at the castle door.

After laughing happily, some students walked straight into the castle, while others started to line up.

They still know how many credits they have, and they don't have the ability to convince the four major deans to help them cheat.

However, other professors, especially those who had good personal relationships with the four deans, couldn't help but become jealous and quickly entered the castle to find the four deans.

"Travis is really good at letting the four deans take the lead in cheating!" Hermione said, giving Ron a slap.

Ron, who was still eating while waiting in line with Hermione, suddenly realized something and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Does this mean that during the exam we..."

"You think too much."

Hermione immediately poured a bucket of cold water on Ron.

"Then you just..."

"I'm just teasing! Please, can't you have a sense of humor? Don't you inherit any of the sense of humor from your two brothers?"

"I'm not their child, how can I inherit?"

pop~

Hermione covered her face with her hands and shook her head helplessly.

This guy is hopeless.

The two people who were queuing didn't know that Travis was half lying on the window on the third floor above them, observing them.

How could Travis not personally take care of such an important matter?

That is to say, Lockhart had left wisely, otherwise Travis would have jumped down and dealt him a dose of justice.

"It's a pity that Harry didn't come. Are you going to continue training?"

Travis looked at the team and found that not only was there no Harry, but no players from the Gryffindor team were here, and neither were the players from the Slytherin team.

"You're not going to have a date, are you?"

Travis shook his head, feeling a little pity.

If the big name Harry took the lead in leading the Poké Ball, the effect might be even better.

"Forget it, contentment is enough... we will move on to the next project tomorrow."

Jumping out of the window, Travis took out an elf ball and threw it down.

Bang!

"Ouch! What bastard...Eh? Poke ball?!"