i sold arms at hogwarts

In the empty room, only the bride in a wedding dress stood quietly in front of the window.

It was a picturesque scene, but when he thought of the bride's face, Remy felt awkward.

No, it was a constant awkwardness.

"What do you need? A bed? A table, chair, and bench?" Remy asked.

Soul Bomb thought for a moment before shaking her head and writing in the air that she didn't need anything.

It's okay that there is no need for furniture, but the food aspect gives Remy a little headache.

The food required for soul bombs is too special and cannot be bought with money, especially at Hogwarts.

Fortunately, it won't die even if it doesn't eat or drink. But Remy is not Brother Crow. How can he let his little brother starve for nine meals in three days?

Uh...or maybe it's my little sister.

"As for food, I will find a way. You have to feel aggrieved for now... By the way, I still have to prepare food for the inmate in Azkaban."

Remy patted his head and remembered that the letter he wrote to the inmate before he came out mentioned that he would prepare food for him.

The food is easy to prepare, but how to send it to Azkaban?You can't use an owl, right?

After thinking about it, Remy looked at the soul bomb again.

"Do you know the way to Azkaban?" Remy asked.

Soul Bomb lowered his head as if thinking, then shook his head and nodded and wrote in the air: I don't know the way to Azkaban, but I can feel the location of my compatriots.

fellow?

You are now their natural enemy!

Nodding somewhat funny, Remy breathed a sigh of relief: "Go back and help me deliver something to Azkaban, um... I will pay you for the labor. How about five magic crystals per trip?"

Soul Bomb was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly.

Having settled one thing for the time being, Remy carefully looked at the circular room and planned it in his mind.

First of all, of course, all windows need to be equipped with glass windows, and they must be movable.

In order to save trouble, Remy decided to abandon the more modern sliding windows with rollers or grooves and adopt simpler and retro windows that can be lifted entirely.

After thinking about the shape of the window, Remy took out the magic crystal and gave it to three Soul Bombs to eat first. Remy picked up the remaining magic crystal and started alchemy using the magic crystal as raw material.

only……

boom! ! !

Bang!

Ping ping ping ping rang…

"Ouch...I'll go...fuck...I'll wipe it..."

With a loud bang, Remy crashed through the door and flew out, rolling down the spiral staircase to...Mrs. Norris.

Mr. Filch, who was next to him, looked at Remy in surprise, then looked toward the stairs, with an excited smile on his face like he had won a lottery.

"Mr. Barrett, it seems you can't wait to visit the prison cell, right?"

As he spoke, Filch stretched out his thin but extremely strong hand to grab Remy's arm and lift Remy up.

Before he could calm down or hear Filch's words clearly, Remy was dizzy and was about to say thank you but something didn't feel right.

"What are you dragging me for? Where are you taking me?" Remy asked doubtfully.

"Take you to a good place!"

"Oh? What good place?"

"You'll know when it arrives!"

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it!"

Out of curiosity, Remy followed Filch and left the tower to go to an unknown place. Remy even impatiently urged Filch several times to walk faster.

Filch was very understanding and increased his speed several times, even though he was already out of breath.

What a great guy!

Remy thought in his mind.

Marching all the way, Remy found that Filch had brought him to a basement area that should be underground. The light here was very poor, and the humidity in the air increased the further he went.

"Where is this? The bottom of the Black Lake?" Remy asked curiously.

"That's right," Filch said.

After receiving a positive reply, Remy frowned: "You're not taking me to the dormitory of Slytherin College, are you? What's fun there?"

"How is that possible? How could I take you to the dormitory of Slytherin House? I'm going to take you there...here."

Stopping in front of a room and looking at the mottled oak door full of historical flavor, Remy was full of curiosity about the inside of the door.

However, when Filch opened the door, Remy's anus suddenly tightened.

"Good guy, the tiger bench, chains, handcuffs, shackles and slings... is it possible that Filch wants to misbehave with me? It's quite fun!"

Just as he was sighing, Filch suddenly pushed Remy on the back and pushed Remy into the room and immediately turned around and closed the door.

After closing the door, Filch turned to look at Remy with a sinister smile, and then suddenly froze.

One handcuff clicked on his left wrist, and then Remy grabbed the other end and pulled it down hard, and buckled the other end on his right ankle.

The chain, which was only over 20 centimeters long, made it impossible for Filch to stand up straight. Before he could react, Remy had already fastened another chain to his right hand and was squatting down to cuff his left leg.

Filch:? ? ?

Something seems not quite right, right?

Shouldn't I be s?Why did I become an M? ? ?

No, I should be punishing students who violate school rules. How come I am tied up? !

click~

After handcuffing the shackles on Filch's legs, Remi looked at Filch who was bent over and restrained by the iron and nodded with satisfaction. Then he picked up the leather from the table next to him... ahem, picked up another one. shackles.

Using this shackle, Remy connected Filch to a chain on the ground.

Only then did Filch come back to his senses. He was not panicked at all, and even had a mocking sneer on his face.

"Do you know what you are doing? Wait until I tell Principal Dumbledore and you will be expelled!" Filch said.

"What am I doing?"

Remy stood up and touched his chin with a smile.

"Didn't you say you wanted to take me to a nice place to play?"

I brought you here so that I can play with you, not so that you can play with me!

Filch glared at Remy fiercely: "I brought you here to punish you for violating school rules! And now you not only refuse to accept the punishment, but also tie me up. It seems that you can't wait to be magicized by Hogwarts." Expelled from school!"

"nononono~"

Remy held out a finger and shook it.

"Even though I'm late for class, do some explosions after class, and tie up the castle administrator, I'm still a good student~"

"Ahem, I'm sorry for interfering with you."

"I want to say that even if I violate school rules, it should be Principal Dumbledore who convicts me, or Vice Principal McGonagall. It's not your turn to convict me, right? You are just a punishment enforcer at best, but now you are You want to be a judge...you are so brave!!!"

The sudden shout made Filch tremble, and at the same time he also reacted after Remy reminded him.

Zhuo oh, I was so excited just now that I forgot to go to Principal Dumbledore to convict this kid first. I was so...

"Wait! Wait! What do you want to do?"

Filch's eyes suddenly widened and he looked at Remy in horror.

"No, don't do this, don't do this to my...cat!"