Hogwarts: I'm just here to enjoy the magic

Gollum.

Filch swallowed hard.

"Professor Lockhart, do you have any idea?" he asked with half hesitation and half disbelief.

He is not some fifteen or sixteen year old kid.

He is already an old man.

In his long life, has he really never thought about becoming a real wizard and becoming able to use magic?

how is this possible.

Look at the nature of his job.

Manage a group of naughty children and make them obey.

These naughty kids are not Muggles, but wizards who can use magic.

It made them unhappy. They would not tolerate a squib like Filch.

The light one is to tease him, the worst one is to make him hurt and bleed.

Not unusual.

In this scenario, wouldn't he want to become a wizard? Wouldn't he want to be able to use magic at will to punish those naughty children?

but……

There is an insurmountable barrier between fantasy and reality.

Filch put all his thought and energy into it, but it was just a squib.

As he was unable to use magic, when he encountered unsolvable incidents and disobedient naughty children, he could only run to Dumbledore to cry and let Dumbledore deal with the naughty children.

Nothing to do with squibs.

No one likes this.

Filch is no exception.

"Of course there is a way, but it will cost you a lot." Jack said solemnly, "You may even pay with your own life."

"Mrs. Norris is dead, what's the point of my life?" Filch sneered, "It's just a life, it doesn't count as a price."

"Ms. Norris was only petrified, but there is still a possibility of recovery." Jack shook his head, "You don't have to worry too much about its safety."

"Nevertheless." Filch said with a straight face, "As long as there is a slight possibility, I am willing to try."

He had never hated it so much.

He hates other people's ruthlessness and indifference towards him.

He hates other people's hatred and hostility towards him.

Very incompetent.

"You're going to die." Jack reminded again.

"Death is nothing." Filch didn't care.

"If Mrs. Norris recovers and you die..." Jack stopped.

"Everyone is mortal." Filch stared at Jack, "Mrs. Norris is the same. Either I help it collect the body, or it guards my grave, it doesn't make any difference!"

magic!

No one knows how deep his obsession with this thing is.

In Filch's life, magic was the most important, followed by Lady Norris, and then himself.

As long as you can use magic.

What's there to care about?

"Okay, since you said so, come over later and let's give it a try." Jack nodded and invited, "Let's meet at the gate of the castle at two o'clock tonight."

"Okay." Filch agreed decisively.

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Time slipped away.

Soon, it was early morning.

As agreed, Jack went to the castle gate.

Before he arrived, he saw Filch from a distance.

I saw Filch walking around blindly with a lantern in his hand.

It can be seen that he is really anxious.

Jack walked over and said hello: "When did you arrive?"

"It'll be a while." Filch said with a smile on his face.

"Let's go to the Quidditch pitch." Jack didn't say much.

There is no point in any communication at this moment.

It's better to wait until we get to the stadium.

The two walked slowly, one behind the other.

Soon, I arrived at the Quidditch pitch and walked inside.

to the center of the field.

The stadium is quiet late at night.

Vaguely, strange noises could be heard coming from the castle.

The clouds are thick tonight, blocking the moonlight.

It can't be said that you can't see all the fingers in the stadium, but you can just barely see some outlines.

Those towering auditoriums that stood tall during the day were like monsters with teeth and claws, roaring silently in the night.

In such an environment, Filch looked at Jack humbly and longingly.

Hopefully he can actually make himself use magic.

"Look at this." Jack took out a bracelet and handed it to Filch.

"This is?"

Filch took the bracelet with doubts.

This bracelet doesn't look like a valuable item.

It's just an ordinary wooden ring.

The ring body is about as thick as an adult man's thumb, with a dark red crystal inlaid on it.

In fact, Filch wasn't sure if it was a crystal.

He reached out and touched it. The crystal was like an eyeball, hard, but with a certain softness.

Like a living thing.

"Try it on your hand," Jack suggested.

This is the result of his latest research and development, a bracelet inlaid with a magic core.

Filch is a squib, so it's basically impossible to use magic.

According to the information at hand, Squibs basically lack magic cores in their bodies and have no magic power to mobilize.

Therefore, no matter how familiar the spell is, it is impossible to use magic.

on the other hand.

As long as there is such a magic core, the Squib will have the opportunity to use magic.

So, is there such a thing?

In the past, there was definitely no such thing.

After all, the magic core sounds like a crystal-like thing, but that's just Jack's naming.

It is essentially a unique organ born in the wizard's body.

One person is just that.

If you want Filch to possess it, you have to kill a person, take his magic core, and transplant it into Filch's body.

But well...

That was all in the past.

Now, Jack has mastered cloning technology.

It's no problem even making clones, so why can't it make a mere magic core?

The only thing to consider is.

How should this magic core be used.

Use implants?

Directly implant the magic core into the human body?

Of course it’s once and for all.

But that's not what Jack wanted to see.

One-and-done is good, but it's not controllable enough.

For now, the best way is to mount it.

"Put it on your hand?"

Hearing this, Filch quickly put down the lantern in his hand.

Then quickly put the bracelet on your left hand.

The wooden bracelet was a bit small, and it took Filch a little effort to put it on.

"Then what?" He looked at Jack expectantly.

"Then, you think about the transformation in your mind."

Jack directed: "Animagus, you know, right?

It's like Professor McGonagall's transformation.

You have to use a firm will to think and let yourself complete the transformation.

It's just that you transformed from a squib into a wizard.

Remember, from a squib to a wizard! "

"Transform...transform...transform..."

Filch pondered the word over and over.

What Jack said is a very novel concept.

It was something he had never heard before.

But the more novel it is, the more likely it is that he will become a wizard!

Because those old, outdated methods that have long been recorded in books have been tried by him!

All useless methods!

"Become a wizard like Professor McGonagall..."

While he was chanting, some pictures flashed through his mind.

That's Professor McGonagall.

"Transform!"

Suddenly, Filch's whole body radiated a burst of soft light.

The light came strangely and disappeared suddenly.

It only existed for a second or two, and then it was gone.

"Am I... did I succeed?"

Filch subconsciously lowered his head to check himself.

But found...

A pair of huge pectoralis major muscles blocked his view, preventing him from seeing his toes.

Filch: "???????"