"Can you please stop letting your pet, that is, your panda, bully Mrs. Norris of Filch?"

"Filch has complained to me many times, saying that your panda always bullies his cats, causing Mrs. Norris to do less night patrols recently?"

Thinking about poor Filch and the other party's cat, which was said to be driven to the point of depression by a certain bear, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but sigh softly in her heart.

Normally, she would be too lazy to care about matters between pets, but since Filch had cried to her many times, since she had the chance today, she simply told her about it.

"oh!"

(⊙o⊙*)

"If they find out, they will talk to Tibbers..."

(-)

But she didn't care whether Tibbs listened or not.

Anyway, Anne promised, she definitely didn't mean it, but who made the cat always come to make trouble for her in the first two nights?

Besides, she had tried very hard to restrain Tibbers, at least he didn't directly slap the annoying cat to death, right?

"It better be that way!"

No matter what, Professor McGonagall is also the head of Gryffindor, so she still had to warn and warn again:

"besides!"

"You go to the kitchen less at night. I will tell the house elves not to accommodate you so much..."

"If you're really hungry, can you bring some snacks back after dinner?"

Although she does not monitor the students and lounges of her college all the time, it is not difficult for her to know the situation in front of her, whether it is from the house goblins, Filch, certain ghosts, or the Fat Lady.

What did the little guy do on certain nights?

However, in view of the other party's excellent results in the Transfiguration class and other subjects, coupled with the other party's age, and the fact that running to the kitchen to find food was not a serious violation of discipline, she reluctantly turned a blind eye.

.

After all, teachers always look at good students with colored glasses. Even the unselfish dean like her would be a little doting on students with excellent grades like Anne.

"Got it!"

ε=(ο｀*)))Alas

Anne had no intention of denying it and admitted it directly and openly.

"I haven't been to the kitchen very much in the past two days!"

()hey-hey

Yes, this is not just a matter of coping, but she has really started to go to bed early recently. If she is hungry in the middle of the night, she will take delicious food directly from the gourmet food in her pocket. She will no longer bother to run to the kitchen for the time being.

You know, she is always running around, has to actively avoid certain patrolling professors, has to try not to wake up her classmates, and can't easily use teleportation. She herself will also find it a bit annoying.

"Okay!"

"Take the broom back!"

"You can put it in the lounge or in the broom shed, but it cannot be used during non-training and non-game times!"

"The influence is not good, do you understand?"

After a few final words of instruction, Professor McGonagall picked up the Firebolt on the table and handed it to Anne.

"Uh-huh!"

(o▽)o

"It's just for fun..."

(￣▽￣)~*

"Goodbye Professor McGonagall!"

(｀)

As she spoke, Annie grabbed the Firebolt, and directly under Professor McGonagall's distressed and horrified gaze, she grabbed the end of the broom and dragged it across the floor and ran out so quickly, not even worrying that it would be damaged by the drag and wear.

That precious broom?

"!!"

"this kid"
Chapter completed!