He was born into a wizarding family in Ireland, but showed no signs of being able to use magic.
As a Squib, he was unable to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and his parents did not allow him to attend a Muggle school.
In the first half of Argus Filch's life, he cleaned the house like a house elf, occasionally read the newspaper, and if he was lucky, he might accompany his parents to Diagon Alley to buy some things - of course
The most important thing is to keep writing to Hogwarts every week, hoping to have the opportunity to go to school.
As time goes by, Argus grows taller, beard grows, and then wrinkles...
And the content of the letters he wrote to Hogwarts also changed little by little - Filch no longer remembered how many letters he had written.
It started as an application for admission, then gradually turned into a part-time job, and then became a store clerk in Hogsmeade Village, and even...
"Even...what about the house elves at Hogwarts Castle? I really am a wizard."
It would be okay if there was no response like a stone sinking into the sea, maybe he would give up or choose to give up.
The cruelest and luckiest thing is that Argus Filch will receive a reply from Hogwarts every month.
A reply from Albus Dumbledore - the other party would patiently explain the reasons and advise him to try to focus on other jobs.
It was not until more than twenty years ago that the reply to Hogwarts finally showed the twist that Argus Filch had dreamed of.
"Hello, Mr. Filch. The former castle administrator Apollyon Pringle plans to retire in July. Are you interested in coming for an interview?"
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Filch successfully passed Dumbledore's interview - in fact, he was the only candidate.
Following Mr. Pringle's rules, he recorded the information that punished students and stored them in a wooden filing cabinet in his office.
At night, Filch would patrol the corridors, catching students who were not sleeping and loitering in the corridors, and confining those little ones in accordance with school regulations.
On the other hand, he respects most teachers and will help them according to their requests.
Despite this, most faculty and staff still don't like Filch's temper and behavior...
Of course, there is also his status as a Squib - many professors believe that a Squib is not suitable to work in Hogwarts Castle.
"I personally don't think Mr. Filch will stay here for a long time. I'm not saying there is anything wrong with his attitude or character."
Professor McGonagall said seriously in the principal's office that she suggested that Dumbledore had better start looking for another castle administrator.
"When he stays longer, he will realize that he will have a very hard time at Hogwarts. Squibs without magic cannot deter students, and students, Peeves's little mischief will cost him a lot of money."
To deal with it with energy - the job of the castle administrator is a painful, difficult and almost unfulfilling job for him. When he figures this out, he will leave here... You didn't see it, just
Even if there are some stains, he will have to clean them for a long time."
But Filch did not leave, he stayed, and the rumors about Filch as a "squib" disappeared silently in Hogwarts.
People said that he might be like Mrs. Pince in the library, except that he didn't like to use magic in front of others.
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Recently, the number of administrators at Hogwarts Castle has been expanded, and two new wizards have been added to assist.
In addition, a disciplinary committee was also selected among the students to share Filch's daily difficulties in campus conflicts and disciplinary management.
Of course, Argus Filch continued his work stubbornly and seriously - he was almost seventy years old, suffered from rheumatism and had a stooped back.
He is pale, with saggy, sunken cheeks and criss-cross veins. He has a pair of protruding light-colored eyes and protruding jointed hands. The flesh on his chin often trembles. He often wheezes and drags his steps when walking. Whenever
When he has the flu, his nose will be unusually red and his nose will run constantly.
However, this does not prevent him from patrolling the halls and corridors and punishing the naughty and troublesome students.
As a castle administrator, he can easily deal with most disobedient people.
Apart from……
"Peeves! You are... dead this time!"
Filch wiped the cold water from his face and roared in a low voice.
He was woken up by being splashed with cold water. When he woke up from the bed and saw the little ghost floating in the air, he wanted to pounce on it and tear it apart.
The "war" between the caretaker of Hogwarts Castle and Peeves lasted for hundreds of years, but Peeves had never "stepped into" the caretaker's room before, especially at midnight.
The prank - the night truce and the tacit understanding of the "safe territory" between the two sides were completely torn apart by the falling water bomb.
"Hey, old guy, I have something good to show you. I'll be waiting for you in the auditorium...you'll have to thank me then."
Peeves crossed his arms arrogantly and flew around in front of Filch's eyes, tap dancing proudly with his feet.
Before Filch could speak, it passed through the door panel and floated towards the auditorium.
hall?
What on earth does that bastard want?
Filch frowned and got up from the bed, pulled on a coat and put it on, holding a lantern and chasing after him.
There was no one in the corridor. Peeves was floating far away at the front of the corridor, turning back and making rude gestures from time to time, as if he was afraid that he would not follow.
Argus Filch tried hard to suppress the thought of yelling, and chased forward in a muffled voice. Before leaving, he glanced at the clock and saw that it was only five o'clock in the morning. The professor and students were still sleeping, and he didn't know that Pi
What was LeBron trying to do, but Filch didn't want to wake up the second person, and it was bad enough that he was the only one being woken up.
After a while, he came to the door of the auditorium and heard the sound of someone talking inside.
A flickering light shone from the crack of the ajar door, casting an orange shadow on the dark floor.
At this time...in the auditorium?
Filch leaned sideways and cautiously approached, holding the ring above the lantern tightly in his hand.
A few steps away from the door, the auditorium door suddenly opened.
A figure he had never imagined stood there, smiling at him and waving.
"Deng, Professor Dumbledore?!"
Filch opened his eyes wide and whispered in disbelief.
And Peeves' figure also jumped out, grabbing his feet and rolling excitedly in mid-air, as if he was expecting something.
Dumbledore, who was originally "missing", stood quietly in the light and shadow, holding a somewhat crude-looking wooden box in his hand.
"Argus, I'm very sorry to wake you up in this way..."
Dumbledore said gently. He walked up to Filch and solemnly handed him the wooden box in his hand.
"but……"
"I think this gift should be used as compensation - your own wand."
Dumbledore patted Filch on the shoulder. Filch stared blankly at the open box, wondering for a moment if he was dreaming.
In fact, he can no longer figure out what happened, and various questions are intertwined and mixed in his mind.
"Professor Quirrell is in the auditorium. He will teach you how to use this wand and how to cast spells..."
Dumbledore pointed to the auditorium behind him, and walked past Filch towards the covered bridge outside the door.
"And... help me tell Professor McGonagall about the changes in Hogwarts."
"What, what change?"
Filch held the wand box and stammered.
"Professor, you know, I, I can't help - this, what do you mean by this, and you -"
"The magical world is not static, you are the change... Argus."
Dumbledore smiled and strode towards the covered bridge in the night.
"Go, Professor Quirrell is waiting for you——"
"And... welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
Snapped.
When he reached the end of the stone bridge, he just finished speaking.
With a soft sound, Dumbledore moved straight away and disappeared into the vast night.