The next day, Weston received a message from Dumbledore. He had already made arrangements for the experimental subjects and experiments. He did not need to intervene in this matter. Nico alone would be enough. If it succeeded,
This magic was invented by him and Nico.
Weston thought for a moment and understood what Dumbledore was thinking. He was afraid that he would take an evil path. After all, the test subjects were all living people, even though they were all dead people in prison.
After understanding Dumbledore's thoughts, Weston agreed and was about to return to Delacour Manor when Filch came to visit.
"Weston, oh no, Mr. Delacour, do you have time now?" Filch smiled flatteringly after seeing Weston, his tone full of flattery.
"What's the matter, Mr. Filch?" Weston glanced at him strangely and smiled: "Is there anything I can tell you directly? I remember that we should have a pretty good relationship?"
"Okay, okay!" Filch nodded repeatedly, his expression did not change at all, which made Weston helpless for a while.
After a while of comforting him, Filch felt a lot more normal, but the flattery still didn't go away.
After hesitating for a while, Filch hesitated and said: "Weston, I seem to have heard that you are studying how to help Muggles cast spells?"
Weston glanced at Filch and suddenly understood his purpose, and nodded simply: "Yes, that's it. If nothing else happens, it will be a success!"
Upon hearing this, Filch immediately asked excitedly: "Then, is this useful for squibs?"
Sure enough, this is the purpose of Filch's visit! Weston thought to himself, but shook his head. I'm afraid Filch will be disappointed this time: "It hasn't been tested yet, so it's hard to say. But in my opinion,
, it should have little effect.”
"As expected, it's not possible again?" Filch's eyes dimmed instantly and he muttered to himself, his tone full of disappointment.
"Do you want to know something, Mr. Filch? If you don't mind, you can tell me!" Weston looked at Filch with a smile.
After Filch hesitated for a moment, he nodded slightly: "Okay, I have indeed been holding back some words for a long time."
"Actually, I am a squib. You should know this Weston, right?"
Weston nodded and motioned for him to continue.
Seeing that there was no surprise on Weston's face, Filch smiled bitterly: "Sure enough, even though I didn't say it myself, you guys guessed it!"
"It's not hard to guess, isn't it?" Weston smiled slightly, "There are very few wizards who use their physical strength and hands to do everything. Moreover, I have never seen you use any magic."
"Magic? Haha..." Filch smiled miserably, "How much I want to use a magic, even the most common fluorescent spell, but that only happens in a dream!"
"I was born in the Filch family of the twenty-eight holy families. The current head of the Filch family is my brother. We were born only one year apart, but our destinies were completely different. When he was eight years old,
, has already experienced the magic riot, and is considered a little genius in the family!"
"Compared with my talented brother, there was no magic riot until I was eleven years old. After some inspections, my father told me the cruel fact that I was a squib!"
"You know, you can't understand the despair I felt when I learned this cruel fact! I still remember the disappointment on my father's face and the unconcealable sadness on my mother's face.
!”
Weston looked at the deep sadness that gradually appeared on Filch's face, and the tears that had already fallen from the corners of his eyes. He sighed deeply, took out a handkerchief, and handed it over.
"Thank you." Filch took it, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and continued: "Although it has been basically confirmed that I am a squib, my father did not give up on me, and told me not to give up either.
.
"In the magical world, it is not uncommon for magic riots to occur after the age of eleven. The latest ones may not even have magic riots until they are twenty years old. This is a fact that I later learned from the book."
"Under my father's arrangement, I entered Hogwarts and studied with the students. After graduation, I worked as a logistics deacon at Hogwarts."
"So, you have been at Hogwarts since graduation?" Weston asked curiously.
"No!" Filch shook his head, with a hint of tenderness and a hint of pain in his eyes, "After staying at Hogwarts for a while, by chance, I saw an ancient book in the restricted book section.
I wrote some adventure stories. I suddenly had the urge to go out on adventures."
"Although the magic world has existed for a long time, no one can say with certainty that they have completely understood the magic world and magic. There may not be a possibility that I can become a wizard.
That’s what I thought at the time, so the then principal, Mr. Phineas Black, and I resigned directly and took risks.”
"On the way to my adventure, I met the woman I have always loved - Loris Bass-Barnes."
"She is the daughter of a small northern family and is very adventurous. Our initial destination is the same."
"Although this journey was very difficult, it was the happiest day in my life. From acquaintance to mutual understanding, and then to slowly falling in love, I also learned that she cannot use magic easily because of her family.
Bloodline curse. We can be said to be in the same boat. Finally, I proposed to her and she agreed!"
"Unfortunately, her brother was extremely opposed to her decision, and I was just a squib. In the end, when she and her brother took action, the blood curse broke out and they became a blood-cursed orc."
"Is that the cat?" Weston asked.
"Yes." Filch took a deep breath, "If I weren't a squib, my Loris wouldn't be like this! I should be the one to protect her, but in the end, she still protected me!
"
Weston sighed deeply. He didn't expect that Filch also had such a bloody and tragic past. No wonder he never got married, even if he was a Muggle, he didn't find one, but always took his cat with him. It turns out that, then
The cat really is his lover!
"Can you help me, Weston?" Filch looked at him pitifully.
Can I say no? This look is too lethal!
Weston touched his nose and nodded with a wry smile: "I can try, but it may not work."
"It doesn't matter, I believe you!" Filch said happily, "Even if I don't succeed, I will admit it! I have been disappointed so many times, and this time is not bad!"