Chapter 1066
Application Form
Chapter 1066 Application Form
Percy stepped into the room, coughing twice from the dust, and then stepped on something that made a crisp "crack" sound.
He looked down and found that there was a shard of glass under his feet—perhaps a remnant left after an ink bottle was smashed to pieces a long time ago.
Percy had an urge to take a deep breath, but the musty smell in the air made him hold back.
He turned around and saw Filch still standing in the doorway, staring intently at him.
The feeling was like having a bald old hyena following you around.
Mrs. Lorris, standing at Filch's feet, hunched over and, seeing Percy turn around, hissed and bared her teeth as if threatening him.
The two exchanged a glance, and Filch lowered his eyes, speaking in a seemingly respectful manner:
"Now that I've brought you to the place, I'll be leaving now..."
He turned to leave, but then, as if he had just remembered something, he turned back and said:
"By the way, Mr. Weasley, no documents here can be taken out without permission, otherwise the magic of the archives will issue a warning—I think you need to know that."
“Wait a minute, Mr. Filch.”
Percy called him over, looked around, and said:
"These documents should be arranged in chronological order, right? Could you tell me roughly where the files from the last few years are located?"
"This way I can start investigating from the near future, and it will be easier to verify if I have any doubts."
"As for those from long ago, there's no need to look at them anymore."
Filch glanced at him, then walked silently to the left side of the room, stood in front of a wooden frame supported by chair legs, and patted it.
"Everything you need is on this shelf. Which part would you like to see, Mr. Weasley? I can help you find it."
Percy Weasley walked over and saw that the parchments were indeed quite new. He picked up a few and flipped through them, and saw Romida Vannie's name.
Percy remembered that this was his last year at Hogwarts, and he was a freshman who had just enrolled.
She was a shy girl with dark hair, and like Colin Crevey, she was extremely obsessed with Harry Potter, but she was too shy to even speak to him.
It seems that this time, Filch did not deliberately delay and did indeed provide him with information from the past few years.
Perhaps because the waiting process had been so frustrating, the smooth sailing at this moment was almost unbelievable. When Percy saw Filch's wrinkled old face again, he didn't find him so annoying anymore.
“Very good, that’s exactly what I wanted. Thank you for your help, Mr. Filch.”
Percy rubbed his itchy nose and said in a muffled voice:
“I’ll handle the rest of the work myself. You can… well, continue patrolling the corridor.”
“Alright.” Filch walked toward the door without turning around and said, “Remember to lock the door when you leave, although probably no one will want to steal the waste paper here.”
Mrs. Lorris held her tail high as she followed her master outside.
"boom!"
The wooden door closed with a dull thud, blocking out the light coming in from outside.
The archives are located on the castle's lower level, and the magical candles in the niches are simply not enough to provide sufficient lighting.
Percy stood quietly in the darkness for a long time.
In the quiet room, only his own faint breathing could be heard.
A moment later, he waved his wand:
"Fluorescent flash!"
A bright light emanated from the tip of the staff, illuminating the surroundings.
Percy rubbed his sore eyes, looked down at the mess of parchment on the cabinet, and then rubbed his stiff face.
"It's okay," he told himself.
It's okay... it's all part of the job.
There are times of glory, and there are times of hardship and toil.
He skillfully comforted himself for a while before taking out the list of students Professor McGonagall had given him and reaching into the pile of documents to search for them.
Folders were opened and closed one by one, parchment sheets rose and fell, and dust was visibly stirred up, swirling and spreading in the air.
Percy checked the student list, marking some with checkmarks and circling others on the parchment, leaving various symbols whose meanings only he knew.
He saw his sister Ginny's application form, and in the guardian section was their mother's signature—Molly Weasley.
The familiar name did not cause the slightest change in his expression.
Then there's Draco Malfoy... Pansy Parkinson... Ron Weasley... Hermione Granger... Harry Potter...
Percy paused as he rummaged through the documents, his gaze falling on the guardian section.
Sirius Black
“Without a doubt, it’s him,” Percy muttered. “Who else could it be?”
He knew that the Muggle relatives who raised Harry were a terrible family; Percy had overheard his brothers complaining about it at the dinner table, and Fred had even said he wanted to find a way to teach that "fat boy" a lesson...
But what were their names again? Where did they live?
Percy rubbed his temples, racking his brains for a while, but still couldn't remember.
Unfortunately, Harry might have talked to Ron and the others, but at that time, Percy was either writing letters to Penelope in his bedroom or studying hard for his exams, and he wasn't involved at all.
If he hadn't sent that letter to his family, he could have asked Ron, or even Harry directly; he would surely have told him...
Percy shook his head, not regretting his earlier decision to sever ties with his family.
He was certain that none of his family members could be an asset to his career; on the contrary, each of them could become a major hindrance.
Including Bill.
Because they all trusted Dumbledore too much!
They trusted him so much that... if the old headmaster gave them a word, they would follow him without hesitation and do some foolish things.
—For example, opposing the incumbent Minister of Magic while putting on an act of "I'm doing all this for your own good."
Percy, through the ups and downs of the Ministry of Magic, clearly saw that Fudge was not the only one who harbored fear or even disgust towards Dumbledore's existence.
He shook his head, put down Harry's application form, and continued flipping through the pages.
Padma Pettier…Michael Conner…Terry Boot…Wade Gray…
Wade Gray?
Percy's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and as his gaze turned serious, the corners of his mouth slowly curved into a smile.
He eagerly looked to the end of the application form:
[Guardian: Terence Morey]
Percy was somewhat surprised.
Wade's father was named Terence Morey?
They have different surnames, no wonder I've never heard of anyone causing trouble for his parents... But the surname Mori sounds familiar...
and many more!
Percy's smile suddenly froze.
Terence Morey... isn't that the alchemy professor at the school?
(End of this chapter)