The White Lord Professor at Hogwarts

In the dead of night, Hogwarts is peaceful.

Ricardo followed Filch as he wandered in the corridor, waving his wand boredly and recalling the magic patterns he had recently learned.

Filch's right hand was tied behind his back, and he held a lantern in his left hand. He walked carefully in the corridor, looking around as he walked. The old cat Mrs. Norris walked in front of them.

Moonlight streamed in from the high window, streaks across the ground.

"The corridor is really quiet today," he said as he walked. "As usual, the stairs are moving back and forth regardless of day or night."

Ricardo felt the same way.The stairs moved around day and night as if Peeves' brother was itching.

He practiced magic patterns too late a few days ago and wanted to go to the kitchen to make up for a late night snack. As a result, he crashed and got stuck in the stairwell. He had to call the house elf to help him get out of trouble. As a result, he got into trouble with some Hufflepuffs who came to the kitchen to steal food. Odd passed him by - that's what the house elf told him.

It really makes people wonder whether the wizard who built this thing really wanted to delay time or was just too busy.

"Let me tell you, these damn stairs shouldn't be moving!" Filch said angrily. "I almost caught the Weasley twins several times just because the stairs disturbed my chase! I After working here for decades, I still haven’t figured out the rules of these antiques!”

"By the way, what are we doing here?" Ricardo asked, "What is the friendly project tonight?"

"Mr. Malfoy told me," Filch also revealed the reason at this time, "Mr. Savior will go to the trophy room at midnight. If I arrive in time, I can catch them."

"Ma...how does Mr. Malfoy know?"

"I don't know about that, but he wouldn't dare to deceive me."

A snitch without knowing the source?

Ricardo couldn't help but think of what happened tonight.Are they preparing for a duel?So why did Malfoy tell Filch?

Then it is obvious that the duel is fake, and it is true that Malfoy wants Harry Potter to be caught by Filch.

Thinking of this, Ricardo couldn't help but doubt the savior's IQ.

Who gave him the courage to make a date with someone just two weeks into school?Do you really think the school is run by your family?

Also, dueling with a pure-blooded family member?No matter how incompetent this kind of pure-blooded child is, he can still have a little bit of magic through his ears and eyes, right?

Anyway, when he was in the first grade, he tolerated everything and worked hard to enrich himself. It was not until the third grade that he counterattacked and became famous.

The savior doesn’t really think of himself as the savior, right?

Ricardo sighed, your savior is like this...

No matter what, Ricardo comforted himself. Anyway, he defeated Voldemort in the end, so why should he worry about it when he had nothing to do?Isn’t it great to study magic?

"Sniff around, my dear, where they might be hiding."

Filch said to Mrs. Norris.

Ricardo came to the prize display room, where the crystal glass cabinets shone in the moonlight.Trophies, shields, medals and statues glowed silver and gold in the darkness.

He noticed that a trophy called the Special Contribution Award glowed strangely under the moonlight.

Tom Riddle?

For some reason, Ricardo remembered the name.

"They're here somewhere, Mr. Silva," Filch muttered, "probably hiding."

Ricardo said nothing and closed his eyes gently. The magic power dispersed and his spiritual power activated, looking for traces of the creature.

The ability to sense living beings, which had saved him countless times, was used today to find his students.

But except for two people and a cat, there were no other living beings in the room.

"Stop looking, Mr. Filch," Ricardo opened his eyes, "Maybe your voice was too loud and those children ran out."

"Don't let me catch them!" Filch said angrily, following Ricardo out of the trophy display room.

Ricardo stood there, searching with his senses again, and then pointed to a corridor filled with armor.

"I have a feeling they're hiding here, Filch."

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying scream came from there. The sound of "crack, crash, crash" seemed to wake up the entire castle.

Ricardo saw that the little boy who was flying in the sky that afternoon panicked and climbed up from the red-haired boy who was following the savior. The savior suddenly pulled the red-haired boy up and ran away, including the lion-headed girl. , she ran at the end, knocking down her armor as she ran, to thwart her pursuers.

Good guy, you have this awareness at a young age.

Ricardo admired while applying a floating charm to the armor to make it easier to walk.

However, these things still caused obstacles for them. Suddenly, he and Filch really couldn't find those students.

They were looking for it, and just when they were a little worried that they couldn't find it, Peeves' voice rang through the corridor:

"The students are not sleeping! The students are not sleeping, in the corridor of Charms class!"

"Which way did they go, Peeves?" said Filch. "Come on, tell me."

"Say 'please.'"

"Don't mess with me," Filch said impatiently, "Peeves, tell me, where did they go?"

"If you don't say please, I won't say anything to you," said Peeves in his annoying humming voice.

"Okay. Please...please tell me."

"What words! Haha! I told you, if you don't say please, I won't say anything to you! Haha! Hahahaha!" Peeves said and wanted to leave.

"Quickly imprisoned!"

Ricardo stretched out his wand and pointed it at Peeves.

Peeves was caught off guard. He looked at Ricardo, and in his eyes... there was a sadness of betrayal?

"Peeves, I don't have time to role-play with you right now," Ricardo's tone softened, "Please tell us, where have those children gone?"

"Then would you like to play tricks with me? You really have a talent for pranks!"

"...Sorry, it's completely impossible."

"That's where they went!" Peeves' body suddenly became illusory, and the rope had no effect on it. It grunted and walked away through the wall, leaving Ricardo with a moment of thought.

"This guy is impossible to catch," Filch reassured him. "Almost no one can catch Peeves. That bastard is impossible to catch."

"I have no problem," Ricardo laughed, "I just thought of something. Mr. Filch, you go catch them first. I think I'm a little tired."

"Then you go to bed early, Mr. Silva," Filch nodded, "Good night."

He quickly left, chasing the offending kids.

Ricardo stood there, resting his chin on his hand, thinking for a long time, and then said aloud: "The quiet staircase...the disturbed perception...the armor that fell without being touched by Miss Lionhead..."

"Although I don't know what you are doing, I think this may be a training exercise."

"But training is training. If you are caught by me, you will still be punished, right?"

"Well, good night, Headmaster Dumbledore."