Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 14 Mrs. Lorris Under Attack

After leaving the office, Xilun couldn't help but look back.

He was surprised that things were resolved so easily. He had previously thought that Gryffindor had a limited number of dorm rooms, which was why there were only five people per room.

"Very good," Xilun said, turning and walking towards the tower.

The corridor was deserted and eerily quiet, with only the sound of his footsteps echoing between the floors.

At some unknown time, a emaciated cat appeared on the only road in front of Xilun.

That cat was really thin, with dull gray fur and bulging eyes that looked like two light bulbs.

Wait, a cat?

Xilun paused in his tracks.

He had always felt like he had forgotten something, and now he finally remembered.

Where is Tom?

He threw Tom on the ground before the sorting process and never saw him again.

However, after a moment, Xilun stopped thinking about it and calmly continued walking forward.

If it were Tom, he should be worried about the other students' pets; he felt that cat could thrive even in the Forbidden Forest.

Xilun wanted to leave, but some people didn't want him to.

The skinny cat kept following, occasionally letting out a howl. A few minutes later, a similarly gaunt person jumped out from the end of the corridor.

"Ah, the students aren't sleeping..."

"I just came out of Professor McGonagall's office," Celen said, interrupting him. "You can go ask her now if you don't believe me. And one more thing, your cat can't tell time, so can't you? There are still ten minutes until curfew!"

Before he could even utter the words, Filch swallowed them back down, his face turning green.

But Xilun didn't care about any of that and kept walking past him.

"Don't let me catch you..." a threatening voice came from behind.

Xilun continued walking: "Thanks for the reminder."

……

The new dormitory is also located in the freshman area, and it is very clean and spotless.

Although he was exhausted from a full day on the train, Xilun decided to write a letter to his grandfather to report on his current situation.

The letter was short, mainly about the situation of the Sorting Center and how I had applied for a single dormitory room so that I could continue making wands.

At the end of the letter, he also asked his grandfather to send his regards to his parents and pass on these messages.

They are all currently abroad, and Xilun isn't sure if the school's owls can fly that far across the ocean, so it's best to leave it to the owl post office.

After finishing all that, Xiren originally wanted to finish another half-finished wand, but he was too tired and dizzy, so he just found the nearest bed and lay down to sleep.

the next day.

Xilun got up early, went to the owlhouse to deliver the letter from last night, and then had breakfast in the auditorium.

Hermione and Neville were both there. Hermione seemed normal, just like yesterday, but Neville was acting strangely. He greeted her very softly and then kept his head turned away the whole time, deliberately avoiding looking at her.

Even Hermione noticed something was wrong.

"What's wrong?" she couldn't help but ask.

"No, it's nothing." Neville shook his head at first, then hesitated for a few minutes before finally looking at Siron and mustering his courage to ask, "Do you... look down on us?"

These words seemed to weigh a ton. After asking the question, Neville's breathing became more rapid, but his expression remained firm. With red eyes and a stiff neck, he stared at Siron.

"What do you mean by that?"

"We all heard that you applied for a single room yesterday, isn't that because you don't want to live with us?"

"You guys...wait a minute, so are you my roommate? Who else is there?"

"Harry, Ron, Seamus..." Neville called out three names.

"Oh, it's you guys." Xilun raised an eyebrow.

"You don't know?" Neville was taken aback.

"I don't know." Celen spread a layer of butter on his panel. "I didn't even go into that dormitory. I just glanced at the door and went to find Professor McGonagall. How would I know who my roommate is?"

Why did you change dorm rooms?

"Hmm, it can't be explained in a few words." Xiren thought for a moment, "If you really want to know, come to my place at seven o'clock tonight, and then you'll understand."

"Okay, we'll go."

Neville didn't say those words; it was Harry and Ron behind him who had come for breakfast and happened to overhear Hillon's words.

Judging from their expressions, they were also unhappy about Siron's decision to change dormitories without reason, especially Ron, who muttered a lot to Harry, saying things like "that's how purebloods are..."

Xilun didn't care about this.

Hermione, wanting to ease the tension, changed the subject, saying, "Oh, um, how did you guys deal with those stairs?"

"The easiest way is to follow the older students," Celen said. "Or you could ask the ghosts for help; almost headless Nick and the fat monk would both work."

Interestingly, in all classes that day, Neville, Harry, Ron, and Seamus seemed to have agreed not to pay any attention to Hillon.

Harry had thought about it, but before he could even speak, Ron pulled him away.

Fine.

Xilun just found it a little funny.

They continued like this until evening, and after finishing their stargazing with the telescope, they returned together from the astronomical tower to the common lounge.

As they passed through the entrance, Fred and George were talking loudly, and judging from their excited expressions, it must be something good.

"Hey, did you hear?"

Upon seeing the new students, one of the Weasleys immediately approached, laughing loudly, and said, "Just last night, Mrs. Lorris was attacked, hahaha!"

"Who?" Harry blinked, not quite understanding.

"Mrs. Lorris."

"who is she?"

"It's Filch's cat," Ron reminded him.

"Oh," Harry said, suddenly realizing.

He remembered that he and Ron had encountered the building manager, Filch, when they got lost on the fourth floor that morning.

But I didn't see the cat.

"What happened to that cat?" someone asked excitedly. "Tell us quickly!"

The cat named Mrs. Lorris often patrolled the corridors with Filch, looking for students who violated school rules, and they were quite successful.

Amidst the echoing curses in the solitary confinement cell, Mrs. Lorris's name was second only to Filch, and many wanted her dead.

But they dared not.

Because in a sense, Filch also represents the school.

I never expected that a real hero would emerge from our school this year.

That's amazing!

"I don't know," one of the Weasleys said. "Sirlen saw his wand...it was Fred."

"But it couldn't have been done by a human," George added. "We sneaked to the school clinic, and Mrs. Lorice had a broken leg, claw marks all over her body, and she was bald in patches."

"Judging from these injuries, the hero who rid us of this menace must also be a...cat? Probably, but definitely not a student."

Seemingly surprised by this answer, the once bustling common lounge fell silent for a moment.

However, this tranquility was soon broken.

"Come on, no matter what, today is a day to celebrate!" Fred raised a hand.

George followed closely behind, shouting, "For the heroes of Hogwarts!"

"I really wish it would do that to Filch too!"

Fred and George stepped aside, revealing the cookies, cakes, and butterbeer that they had been hiding behind.

"Oh, where did you come from?" Ron's eyes lit up.

"School kitchen."

"I was asking about butterbeer."

"This...it's a secret." George winked.

The crowd began to revel, and Siron was also given a bottle of butterbeer, but he had no appetite for it.

Mrs. Lorris was beaten up, and the culprit is most likely another cat.

This domineering style... how should I put it, it feels a bit familiar.