The Magical Principles of Natural Philosophy at Hogwarts

"Peves! You bloody bug!"

Hogwarts caretaker Argus Filch chases Peeves angrily with a mop.He looked about 50 to [-] years old, bald and hunchbacked, but he was not slow to run.

However, it is still not enough to catch up with an illusory spirit body.

Pippi smiled wackily, deliberately maintaining a speed that Filch could keep up with, but keeping a distance, obviously teasing him.

"Stupid Filch, stupid Filch." He sang these two lines repeatedly in an aria, then snatched the inkwell from the hand of a student who had just finished a History of Magic class, and poured it out.

The ink stained the carpet, covered two portraits, made the two ladies scream, and stained Filch's clothes, making the bald man even more angry.

"I must find a way to take you out of your wits, Peeves!"

"I'll be here anytime." Peeves said indifferently. "Stupid Filch, seeing how tired you are, why don't you give up your skin and join us... Oh, I almost forgot, you don't know magic, you can't become a ghost after the Squib dies .”

He giggled, as if he felt he had poked Filch in pain, and he did, as Filch stood there, his chest heaving violently.

Peeves made a grimace, and fled away in a hurry.

Filch was left standing where he was, his face turning blue and white.

"What are you still doing here?" He yelled at the surrounding students, "Get out of here!"

The students hurried away, and Filch seemed to hear their giggles.

That's right, he, Filch, was in this magic school, it seemed like a...joke.

With a sullen face, Filch walked slowly back to his office. There were hinges and various metal shackles hanging on the wall behind his desk. He took off a handcuff and began to wipe it down.

All the metal instruments of torture are in a shiny state, obviously they have been meticulously maintained, they are often wiped and oiled, and there is actually no need to clean them at all.

But only in this way can Filch gain peace of mind. Of course, he will imagine how to punish those disobedient students, put them in shackles, and then beat them severely with a whip. At this time, he will show his sincerity. happy smile.

He certainly wasn't a nice guy.

But these were only fantasies after all, and Filch knew very well that if he actually sentenced a student, he would immediately lose the job, because Dumbledore would never allow it.

And without the position of Hogwarts administrator, how can a Squib survive in this magical society?

In the eyes of most wizards, Squibs are no different from Muggles, and it can even be said to be a disgrace to the wizarding community.Even these students who were still at school, Filch could feel their contempt for him.

The only exception was Dumbledore, whom Filch could feel was being treated as an equal, and it was only because of the headmaster's trust that he had been Hogwarts administrator for decades.

Filch knew that he was not a smart person, and he didn't feel any shame in accepting gifts from others. He was still very grateful to Dumbledore.

But other aspects of this school are nothing to his liking. The noisy and troublesome students, most of the professors can't control them, appear incompetent and weak.His cat was petrified some time ago, and it has not been cured until now, because the batch of mandrake planted by Professor Sprout has to mature.

He couldn't afford to go straight to the finished mandrake solution, because most of his salary as an administrator had been spent on... trying to regain his magical abilities.

For example, there are folk prescriptions and potions that are said to have miraculous effects, or some magic correspondence courses, but basically they are just ways to make money by defrauding money. The money is spent, but there is no improvement.

This is very similar to scams such as beauty, weight loss, and health care in Muggle society, and humans are generally similar.

A squib in the wizarding world is not as happy as a Muggle who has always known nothing about magic.

It's like a poultry that sees the eagle soaring high, but can't jump up by itself.

For those Hogwarts students, Filch is not only disgusted and disgusted, but also has an emotion hidden inside, jealousy.

Hagrid, the gamekeeper, was in a similar situation to him, but Filch was only acquainted with him, and he felt that they were not the same.

Beep, beep, suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Filch put the shackles back on the wall, went to open the door, and saw a greasy face glowing with enthusiasm.

"Professor Lockhart? What's the matter?" Filch asked cautiously.

"Can we go in and talk?" Lockhart said enthusiastically.

It was impossible not to lose face to a professor, and Filch let him in.

"It's like this, you know the Magic Awakening Potion, right? It's the kind that students drink." Lockhart cleared his throat, "One of my students, he made some improvements, and it's okay for adults to drink it. It will work, I immediately thought of you..."

Filch's face darkened, "Professor Lockhart, what do you mean?"

Lockhart was a little puzzled, "It's not interesting, I just want to help you..."

"You think I'm a helpless squib, so you can tease me at will?" Filch became angry. "A potion developed by a student? Do you think I'm a good experimental product?"

Lockhart realized he'd screwed up, and the old Squib was getting a little sensitive.

Fortunately, he has been scrambling for many years, his face is thick enough, his brain is quick, and he immediately turned serious, as if he was going to talk about confidential things.

"That's what Professor Dumbledore meant," he said in a low voice.

"What?" Filch certainly didn't believe it, but seeing Lockhart's expression, he hesitated.

"Isn't Professor Dumbledore not at school?"

"The headmaster is indeed very busy, but Hogwarts must still be in his hands. That student, Erwin Frost, you should know."

Filch certainly had the impression that one of the few privileged students was a magical genius.

As a Squib, he hates magical geniuses.

"Let me just put it this way, he is actually Professor Dumbledore's favorite student, and the headmaster taught him a lot in secret." Lockhart blurted out, "The research on this potion was also ordered by the headmaster, I just hang up The name is deceptive. The principal means to let you be the first to enjoy the effect of this new potion."

It is not without basis for him to say this. From the armor ring he got, he speculates that there must be a master alchemist behind Erwin, and it is not sure that it is really Dumbledore.

Anyway, it's just to fool the old Squib, and it's not a big problem to get it wrong.

This statement seems to be acceptable to Filch, "What is the specific effect of that potion?"

"Should get you out of being a Squib."

Filch's dry eyes suddenly lit up with an indescribable light.

"Professor Dumbledore..." He was full of sincere gratitude, "So that potion was made under the guidance of Professor Dumbledore?"

"Yes, that's right." Loha didn't have any special abilities, but his ability to lie was top-notch, and his determined posture made it impossible for anyone to have any doubts.

"Then I agree." Filch made up his mind.

He would never give up any chance of obtaining magical abilities, even if it was an obvious scam, he would still take chances.

Lockhart heaved a sigh of relief, his mission was completed.