Returning to the Castle, it was just in time for lunch.
The Great Hall was already filled with many students, and the long tables of the four Houses were laden with abundant food.
Charlie walked to the Hufflepuff long table and found an empty seat.
"Charlie! Where have you been?" Ernie saw him and immediately came over.
"We've been looking for you for ages."
"Just wandering around, getting familiar with the Castle."
Charlie answered casually, picking up a roasted chicken leg and gnawing on it.
Justin was struggling with a chess piece, and seeing Charlie return, his eyes instantly lit up:
"Charlie, would you like a tense and exciting game of wizard chess?"
"No, I'm allergic to wizard chess."
Charlie took a bite of the chicken leg, saying indistinctly. He was really hungry, having skipped breakfast.
"Ah? Well, alright, I'll ask someone else."
Justin instantly deflated, holding his wizard chess and eating glumly in the corner.
Ernie smiled:
"I just taught him wizard chess, and he's really into it right now."
Charlie nodded. He was also allergic to wizard chess.
Ever since an old man in the park let him have a rook, a knight, and a cannon, yet still utterly defeated him, he had been allergic to all board games.
Just then, the system's voice suddenly rang in his mind.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Filch triggered a bomb, tyrant points +20!"
Charlie nearly choked on his chicken leg. This was the first time he had gained so many tyrant points at once.
Before, they accumulated slowly, one or two points at a time. This time, it was a big one.
He was so excited he almost jumped up, but he maintained his composure on the surface, continuing to gnaw on the chicken leg.
"What's wrong?" Ernie noticed Charlie's unusual behavior.
"Nothing, this chicken leg is just too delicious," Charlie blurted out a random excuse.
Just then, the Great Hall doors were flung open, and a colorful figure rushed in.
All the students turned to look, then erupted in laughter.
Filch was covered head to toe in rainbow colors—red, yellow, blue, green—all mixed together, making him look like a walking palette.
His hair was also multicolored and dripping with paint.
Even funnier, he was carrying a tattered toilet seat, also covered in various colors of paint.
"Hahahaha! Filch turned into a rainbow!"
"What happened? Did he fall into a paint bucket?"
"This is too funny, I'm going to die laughing!"
The students' laughter rose and fell, and the entire Great Hall was in an uproar.
It was no wonder all the students were laughing; Filch was simply too detestable.
He even suggested Dumbledore change detentions to old-fashioned punishments, using chains to physically discipline students. The Weasley Brothers had even found various torture instruments in his room.
Such a person was difficult for students to like.
Filch trembled with rage. He marched straight to the Gryffindor long table, heading directly for Fred and George.
"It was you! You did it!"
Filch roared furiously, slamming the broken toilet seat onto the table.
Fred and George exchanged glances, putting on innocent expressions.
"Mr. Filch, what are you talking about?" Fred looked bewildered.
"We've been eating here the whole time, we haven't done anything," George also feigned an aggrieved look.
"Still trying to argue!" Filch's face turned green with anger. Oh no, he was already green right now.
"You tampered with my toilet!"
Just then, Professor McGonagall heard the commotion and hurried over.
Seeing Filch's miserable state, her lips were tightly pressed, and her face was ashen.
She had a bad feeling that this matter was mostly related to the Weasley Twins.
"What happened?" Professor McGonagall asked sternly.
"Professor! They tampered with my toilet!"
Filch pointed at Fred and George, his voice distorted with anger.
"As soon as I sat down, it exploded, and I was covered in this!"
Professor McGonagall first waved her wand, and a stream of clear water gushed from its tip, washing Filch from head to toe.
The paint was washed away, and Filch finally returned to his normal skin color.
Fred saw this and a hint of disappointment flashed across his face.
He had been hoping to see a colorful Filch all week, but Professor McGonagall had cleaned him up so quickly.
"Mr. Weasleys, did you do this?" Professor McGonagall turned to The Twins, her tone severe.
"Of course not!" Fred immediately denied.
"Professor, we've been wronged!"
"Exactly, we've been eating in the Great Hall the whole time, how could we possibly tamper with Filch's toilet?"
George also quickly defended themselves.
Filch sneered, flipping over the toilet seat:
"Still trying to argue! Look at this!"
On the back of the toilet seat, a line of text was written in gold letters:
"Weasley presents you with the most creative magic trick."
Fred and George saw the text, and expressions of annoyance appeared on their faces.
"Damn, forgot to clean off the label," Fred muttered softly.
"We're doomed now," George also looked grim.
Professor McGonagall's face grew even darker upon seeing this evidence.
With undeniable proof, she could no longer defend these two students, nor did she want to.
"Mr. Weasleys, do you have anything else to say?"
Professor McGonagall's voice was cold enough to freeze.
Fred and George exchanged glances, knowing that further denial was useless.
"Alright, we did it," Fred reluctantly admitted.
"Mr. Filch always bothered us last term, so we wanted to get back at him."
"That's no excuse for your pranks!" Professor McGonagall fumed.
"Gryffindor, fifty points deducted!"
"Fred and George, one month of detention each!"
At these words, the entire Great Hall fell silent.
The Gryffindor students looked shocked; it was only the first day of term, and their House had already lost fifty points, putting them directly in negative territory!
"Fifty points?" A Gryffindor student exclaimed.
"That's too much, isn't it?"
"It's over, our House Cup is definitely out of reach."
"A month of detention, by the galloping Gorgons, Professor McGonagall is really angry."
Fred and George looked remorseful, bowing their heads as if repenting their actions.
But Fred turned his head and secretly met Charlie's gaze.
Both had smiles in their eyes.
The label wasn't forgotten; it was intentionally left there.
This was equivalent to a loud advertisement for their prank products in front of the entire school.
Everyone now knew how powerful the Weasley Twins' pranks were, and many people would surely come to them for custom orders in the future.
As for House points, what did Gryffindor's deducted points have to do with them, Gryffin-screw-it?
Charlie almost burst out laughing; these two guys were truly wicked.
On the surface, they were caught red-handed, but in reality, this was their marketing strategy.
"Enough, all of you be quiet!" Professor McGonagall saw the students still whispering and roared like an enraged lion.
"Mr. Weasleys, come to my office at eight tonight; we need to have a serious talk!"