The caretaker of Hogwarts, Argus Filch, angrily held up a mop and chased Peeves. He looked to be in his forties or fifties, bald and hunchbacked, but his running speed was not slow.
However, it is still beyond my ability to catch up with an illusory spirit body.
Peeves smiled. He deliberately maintained a speed that allowed Filch to keep up, but kept a distance, obviously teasing him.
"Stupid Filch, idiot Filch." He sang these two lines repeatedly in an aria, then snatched the ink bottle from the hands of a student who had just finished a history of magic class and threw it out.
The ink blackened the carpet and stuck to the two portraits, causing the two ladies above to scream. It also stained Filch's clothes, which made the bald man even more angry.
"I must find a way to drive you out of your wits, Peeves!"
"I'm always waiting." Peeves looked indifferent. "Fool Filch, seeing how tired you are, you might as well give up this body and join us... Oh, I almost forgot,
You don't know magic, so you can't turn a squib into a ghost after it dies."
He chuckled strangely, as if he thought he had stung Filch's pain, which was indeed the case. Filch stood there, his chest heaving violently.
Peeves made a face and scurried away.
Filch was left standing there, his face turning blue and white.
"What are you still doing here?" He yelled to the students around him: "Get out of here!"
The students left in a hurry, and Filch seemed to hear their snickering.
That's right, Filch is like a...joke in this magic school.
Filch sullenly walked back to his office. There were hinges and various metal shackles hanging on the wall behind his desk. He took off one of the handcuffs and began to wipe them.
All metal torture instruments are in a shiny state. They have obviously been carefully maintained and have been wiped and oiled from time to time. In fact, there is no need to clean them at all.
But only in this way can Filch gain inner peace. Of course, he will fantasize about how to punish those disobedient students, shackle them, and then whip them severely with a whip. At this time, he will show his sincerity
Happy smile.
Of course he is not a good person.
But these can only be fantasies after all. Filch knew very well that once he really tortured 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 can even be said to be a shame to the wizarding community. Even these students who are still in school, Filch can feel their contempt for him.
The only exception was Dumbledore. Filch could feel that he treated him as an equal. He could serve as the administrator of Hogwarts for decades entirely because of the principal's trust.
Filch knew that he was not a smart person, and he did not feel any shame in accepting gifts from others. He was still very grateful to Dumbledore.
But there is nothing to do with other aspects of this school. Most of the noisy and troublesome students and professors cannot control them, making them appear incompetent and weak. His cat was petrified some time ago and has not been cured yet, because
We have to wait for the batch of mandrakes cultivated by Professor Sprout to mature.
He couldn't afford to buy the finished Mandrake solution directly, because most of his salary as an administrator was spent on... trying to regain his magical abilities.
For example, there are folk remedies and magic potions that are said to have miraculous effects, or magic correspondence courses, but they are basically just ways to make money through deception. After all the money is spent, there is no improvement.
This is very similar to beauty, weight loss, health care and other scams in Muggle society. 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 an eagle flying high but can't flutter itself.
For those Hogwarts students, Filch was not only bored and disgusted, but also had an emotion hidden inside, jealousy.
Gamekeeper Hagrid was in a similar situation to him, but Filch only had an acquaintance with him, and he felt that they were not the same person.
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 full of enthusiasm.
"Professor Lockhart? What's the matter?" Filch asked warily.
"Can we go in and talk?" Lockhart said in an enthusiastic tone.
You can't help but show respect to a professor, so Filch let him in.
"It's like this, you know the magic awakening potion, right? It's the kind that students all drink." Lockhart cleared his throat, "One of my students made some improvements, so that adults can drink it.
It will be effective, I thought of you immediately..."
Filch's face darkened, "Professor Lockhart, what do you mean?"
Lockhart was a little confused, "It's not interesting, I just want to help you..."
"You think I'm a helpless squib and you can tease me at will?" Filch said angrily, "A potion developed by a student? Do you think I'm a good experiment?"
Lockhart realized that he had messed up, and the old squib was a little too sensitive.
Fortunately, he had been working hard for many years, so he had a thick skin and a very quick mind. He immediately became serious and looked like he was going to say something confidential.
"This is what Professor Dumbledore meant," he said in a low voice.
"What?" Filch certainly didn't believe it, but looking at Lockhart's expression, he was a little hesitant.
"Isn't Professor Dumbledore not in school?"
"The Headmaster is indeed very busy, but Hogwarts is definitely still under his control. That student, Elvin Frost, you should know."
Filch certainly had the impression that the few privileged students were magic geniuses.
As a Squib, he hates magical geniuses.
"Let me put it this way, he is actually Professor Dumbledore's favorite disciple, and the Headmaster secretly taught him a lot of things." Lockhart blurted out, "The research on this potion was also instructed by the Headmaster, I'm just saying
The name is a deception. The principal’s intention is to let you be the first to enjoy the effects of this new potion.”
He said this without any basis. From the armor ring he got, he speculated that there must be an alchemist behind Erwin, and he was not sure it was Dumbledore.
Anyway, it's just to fool this old squib, so it won't be a big problem if he makes a mistake.
This statement seemed to be acceptable to Filch, "What is the specific effect of that medicine?"
"This should help you get rid of your status as 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 completed under the guidance of Professor Dumbledore?"
"Yes, that's right." Loha has no special abilities, but his ability to lie is top-notch, and his determined attitude leaves no one with any doubts.
"Then I agree." Filch made up his mind.
He would never give up any chance to gain magical abilities, even if it was an obvious scam, he would still take luck.
Lockhart breathed a sigh of relief, his mission was finally completed.