Reborn at Hogwarts

Footsteps?

Ivan frowned.

Those who would appear in the castle dungeon at this time were either Slytherin students or Snape himself.

Oh, and perhaps one exception, Argus Filch, the castle keeper and caretaker.

Ivan did not hide in the corner to try to avoid the opponent, but stood at a place far away from the stairs, waiting for the opponent to come up. This position should be just enough for the opponent to spot him when turning the corner, without being affected frightened.

The footsteps became louder and louder. Ivan waited quietly for a while, and sure enough, he saw a man with thin long hair and a somewhat old face appearing at the corner of the corridor. He was holding an oil lamp in his hand. The gray cat followed behind him silently.

Seeing the standard configuration of one person and one cat, Ivan knew that it was Filch.

When the castle administrator just turned the corner, he saw the little wizard standing not far away. He was obviously taken aback, and his expression was a little panicked, but he quickly covered it up with disgusted eyes. He walked up the steps with a whimper, and said angrily as he walked, "Which college are you a student from? You actually went on a night tour at Hogwarts. I want to take you to see your dean—"

"Mr. Filch, good morning." Ivan was prepared and replied with a smile, "You may have misremembered, it is already morning."

Filch seemed to have noticed that it was no longer night outside, and his expression became embarrassed and resentful. Mrs. Norris meowed twice, scratched the castle administrator's pants twice, and turned her head to Ivan.

"What's the matter, Mrs. Norris? Did this kid do something to you just now—" Filch said, turning his gaze back to Ivan. When his eyes moved to the boy's face, his expression suddenly froze, and a strange "clucking" sound came out of his throat, like a crowing hen.

"You, you're Ivan Vesemir, aren't you?!" Filch asked stammeringly, his eyes suddenly full of longing.

Being stared at by a sloppy old man with such eyes, Ivan couldn't help shivering.

Although he wanted to deny it, but he noticed Filch's eager eyes, and he had some guesses in his heart.

"It's me, Mr. Filch." Facing Filch's question, Ivan showed doubts and hesitantly replied, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

After getting an affirmative answer from the little wizard, Filch suddenly became extremely excited. If he hadn't considered his age, he might have been ready to jump up on the spot to celebrate his good luck.

Even so, his appearance at the moment still looks quite scary, his whole face is flushed with excitement, his hands are trembling, his mouth opens and closes, as if he wants to say something but can't open it for a while.

"Mr. Filch?" After waiting for a while for no response, Ivan asked again.

"Oh, oh, I'm here, I'm here..." Filch seemed to have recovered from his daze, and hurriedly stepped forward, threw the oil lamp aside, stretched out his hands, and lifted Iraqi. Wan clenched his hands tightly, and shook them up and down twice, "Uh, it's like this, Ivan... no, Mr. Vesemir..."

"Just call me Ivan, don't be so polite."

"Okay, okay, Mr. Ivan..." Filch pondered his words slowly, "I've been looking for you for a long time...I heard that you used to be a Squib?"

"Yes, Mr. Filch," Ivan replied.

"Ah, that's really great... No, no, no, that's not what I mean." Filch said incoherently, "May I ask, how did you learn how to cast spells? Hahaha, of course it's not me, I have a friend who is a Squib."

"Your friend?" Ivan actually wanted to ask him, "Is the friend you mentioned yourself?", but finally held back.

"Yes, a friend of mine." Filch must have felt embarrassed to tell such a lie to a freshman, and he even avoided Ivan's sight when speaking, "Don't worry about money, he more or less There are still some deposits, as long as this problem can be solved—”

He didn't say anything after that.

Ivan shook his head secretly. For this result, he already had a premonition when Filch asked his name, but he didn't expect that Filch would hide his identity as a Squib from him, and made such a clumsy excuse as "I have a friend" .

Maybe it's because I hope that I, a freshman who just entered school, still doesn't know my real situation.

But Ivan didn't expose his intentions.

At present, if he can win Filch's favor, it will be of great help to his future college life.

At least he won't be caught by him and sent to the dean's office immediately during the night tour in the castle.

But as for the potion that would give the Squib the ability to cast spells, he had no idea yet.

Since the "Daily Prophet" published a report about her getting rid of her status as a Squib, countless letters have been mailed to Mr. Vesemir's office, and owls are flying around every day, making the Ministry of Magic employees very uncomfortable. In the end, Fudge had to temporarily close the channel for sending letters, so as to gain a bit of cleanliness for the office.

The content of almost every letter is to ask about the method of Squib's ability to cast spells, some are respectful, and some are extremely rude, and the letter shows "If you don't tell me how you did it, then You're a liar" subtext.

As the person concerned, Ivan also had the same question, but during the time he was discharged from the hospital and returned home, he searched through almost all the relevant books and materials he could find, and finally he came to a conclusion: Squibs are destined to be related to No magic, no way for them to use magic like a normal wizard.

Until now, he still didn't figure out what was the potion that the black-robed wizard poured into him back then.

So when faced with Filch's request, Ivan could only regret that the method he used could not be replicated by others for the time being, but he would try to find other methods, and contact him as soon as possible if there was any progress. , so that he could notify the "Squib friend" in time.

Filch was obviously not very satisfied with this result, but he also knew that he had no other choice, so after a few blunt greetings with Ivan, he left with Mrs. Norris sullenly.

"It doesn't look very happy." Ivan muttered to himself as he watched Filch's back disappear at the end of the corridor, and took the time to go downstairs along the spiral staircase.

The environment of the dungeon was worse than Ivan imagined. In addition to the fact that the temperature was much colder than the main building of the castle, there were small puddles everywhere on the ground. From time to time, spiders crawled silently with their eight long legs. , into the shadow of the corner.

Walking briskly in the dark dungeon corridor for a while, Ivan saw from a distance a bronze delicate doorplate protruding from the door frame, with "Severus Snape" written on it in flamboyant handwriting.

Obviously, the words on this door plate were written by Snape himself.

Ivan stood in front of the black office door, raised his hand and knocked on the door without any hesitation.

"Come in." A moment later, a cold voice came from inside the door.

The results of this book are not very satisfactory (it should be half of the reason because I am too short and weak), if there are brothers who like it, please vote for it~ I am very grateful