i sold arms at hogwarts

Back to the original place again,

Standing blankly in front of Dumbledore,

Dumbledore was even more helpless than Remy.

"Remy, if I remember correctly, you left me less than 10 minutes ago...can you give me an explanation?" Dumbledore asked.

"Well... Principal Dumbledore, I applied to go to the school hospital for treatment first. I am now an injured person."

Remy raised his hand slightly embarrassed. There were several scratches on his hand, all of which were scratched by Mrs. Norris when he was trying to catch her.

Not only his hands, but his face was also stained.

As for why he returned to Principal Dumbledore's office, it was a sad story. It started with an experimental accident in his own laboratory.

At that time, Remy was preparing to create top-level windows that could prevent explosions, but because he was not clear enough when constructing the finished product in his mind, the alchemy failed and eventually exploded.

After arriving in the prison room, because he could not catch Mrs. Norris, Remy once again conducted alchemy to prepare a chain that could move as quickly as a snake and move on its own.

But in order to wait until there was enough magic power to go back and continue the experiment, Remy made a small save. As a result, the alchemy failed again because the magic power paid was insufficient.

Then Remy was blown out again, and happened to be bumped into by a group of Slytherin students who were passing by and returning to the dormitory.

Remy originally wanted to run away, but the students who bumped into him were members of the Slytherin House Quidditch team. Everyone was tall and tall, and they also had broomsticks.

Then...then Remy was caught in the principal's office.

"Injured?" Dumbledore pushed up his glasses: "I don't think you are an injured person, you are a patient... Do you need me to hire a psychiatrist for you? Or a psychiatrist... Or should it be called a neurologist? doctor."

Remy:…

Who do you take me for?

Why should I see a psychiatrist and neurologist if I'm not a psychopath?

Wait... a psychiatrist?

Remy's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Well...it seems like I really need a psychiatrist." Remy said thoughtfully.

yo?

Dumbledore was obviously taken aback, as if he didn't expect Remy to be so self-aware.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Remy say: "But my situation is quite complicated. I'm afraid ordinary psychiatrists can't provide effective psychological treatment to me. I must be between 25 and 30 years old with an intellectually beautiful figure." Only a beautiful psychiatrist with blonde hair and blue eyes above the cup size can treat me!"

Dumbledore:  …

I really shouldn’t have even the slightest hope in you!

Ugh!

With a heavy sigh, Dumbledore had no idea of ​​continuing to ask... In fact, he had already learned the entire story from Mr. Filch before asking Remy, and Mr. Filch even accused him of overstepping his authority. Apologized for everything.

"If the psychiatrist you want has time, I will hire it for you. Now, Mr. Filch, take him to the solitary room and lock him up for...three days." Dumbledore waved his hand and said.

Filch, who was standing nearby, suddenly became happy, while Remy's eyes suddenly widened.

"Why should I be locked up?!"

Remy shouted.

"Principal Dumbledore, you haven't even asked me yet. Just listen to my excuses...ah, listen to my excuses! Don't listen to their slander. They are simply colluding to frame me! Especially those Slytherins. The students of the college, they are clearly trying to frame me because I poisoned their dean, Snape, into the hospital!"

"And they also used broomsticks to chase me, not only in the castle, but also in the basement area, in the dangerous area, and a group of people used broomsticks! They committed a collective crime! A collective violation of school rules! What a nature! Extremely bad!"

"I propose to arrest them first, because I suspect that they are colluding to subvert your control of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Principal Dumbledore, in an attempt to destroy Hogwarts... Huh? Don't pull me, I It’s not finished yet!”

"I don't accept it! I want to see Professor McGonagall! I want to see the Head of Gryffindor House! I deduct points for Gryffindor! I hold Gryffindor back! She should decide the punishment if she wants to, you can't Private execution hall!"

……

No matter how much Remy shouted, Dumbledore just waved his hand impatiently and motioned for Mr. Filch to drag Remy out quickly.

When the door closed, Dumbledore let out a long sigh of relief.

The world is finally quiet!

"Albus, although he did do something ridiculous, he is still young after all. Is the punishment of locking him in a solitary room for three days too harsh?" the portrait of the fourth principal hanging on the wall said. said.

"This child has such a wild character." Dumbledore shook his head and said helplessly: "We must dampen his spirit, otherwise he will only become more and more lawless in the future."

"Hmm... That makes sense, but you need to remind Filch and just ask him to lock up Remy, otherwise it will be too much."

"Don't worry, senior, I know this very well... Besides, that kid Remy is not afraid of punishment. It's better to just lock him up and let him be quiet for a few days. With his character, letting him stay quiet should be the best thing for him. Maximum punishment.”

"Oh, Albus, I can't see. Did you forget that he can do alchemy? I don't think he would be bored in the solitary cell."

"This requires Mr. Filch to work harder. As long as all the items refined by Remy are confiscated, I think he will eventually get bored."

After hearing Dumbledore's words, the portraits of the principals on the wall all smiled knowingly.

On the other side, as soon as Filch took Remy to a new confinement room and locked him up, he received a personal letter from Principal Dumbledore sent by Fox.

Seeing the complicated requirements for guarding Remy in the letter, Filch was not surprised but overjoyed. He immediately opened the door of the solitary room and rushed in to clean out everything inside. He even swept it with a broom and mopped it several times.

The stone ground was dragged by him to the point where it was almost reflective.

"Do you need me to make some floor wax for you?" Remy asked curiously.

"Thank you, no, just stay here!"

After one final mop, Filch picked up the bucket and mop and left the solitary room.

He left with him an oil lamp that provided light.

"Really, do you think you can trouble me like this? You are naive!"

Pulling out a piece of hair at random, Remy used his own hair as raw material to refine an oil lamp, and then used a piece of hair to refine a box of matches.

Cha~

Just as he lit the oil lamp, the door suddenly opened again with a click.

Filch walked up to Remy with a smile on his face, picked up the oil lamp and the matches next to him, and then walked away.

Remy:…

What is this?

Want to play a war of attrition with me?

Who is afraid of who!

Move the position to the door, activate alchemy, think of a random thing, and pay the magic power that is definitely not enough.

then……

Bang!