Reborn at Hogwarts

The night was getting darker.

There was a peaceful silence in Hogwarts Castle. The students who returned to the dormitory from the Halloween banquet had already fallen into a deep sleep one after another. The ghosts were gone. Pigui didn't know where he went.

Only Hogwarts at this time is the favorite and favorite of the castle administrator, Argus Filch.

No more troublesome students - especially the two red-headed Weasleys, no ghosts who always wandered around the castle, not even the most annoying Peeves Make a sound, the whole world seems to become quiet and peaceful.

Except for the professors who occasionally go out to make inspections, there is only oneself in the huge castle—the right to wander freely at night.

He is the well-deserved master of Hogwarts at night.

Oh, and of course dear Mrs. Norris must not be forgotten.

Every night of hard work, Filch is always accompanied by this gray-haired friend. It is more flexible and vigilant than his old age. Occasionally, when encountering students who do not obey the school rules and sneak out at night He can always be notified as quickly as possible so that he can catch those annoying students.

The merchant who had sold Mrs. Norris to him was right in saying that a cat was a more faithful and reliable friend to a wizard than a dog.

Wizard... Thinking of this, Filch's happy mood could not help but cast a lingering haze.

The word was a scar in his heart.

Despite coming from a wizarding family, Filch himself was not capable of casting spells.

In other words, he's a Squib.

There is no doubt that it is a tragedy to live in a wizarding society without being born with the gift of spellcasting.

From the moment the Squib's identity was confirmed, Filch lived in the eyes of others and behind-the-scenes discussions.

"Look, that kid belongs to the Filch family... yes, he's a squib" "Stay away from that kid, he's a squib, don't get infected by him"... Such remarks accompanied Filch Spent the whole childhood.

If at this time, his parents are willing to stand up and give him some warmth that is insignificant to them... maybe everything will be different.

But it is a pity that Filch's parents have shown a deep hatred for this squib son from beginning to end.

There was twisted malice in their eyes, and extreme disgust in their words.

All of these are driving Filch behind him, causing him to quickly fall into the abyss called despair.

Fortunately, there was still a trace of humanity in their hearts, which drove them to support this disgraceful son until he became an adult, and then...kicked him out of the house.

One can imagine how difficult it is for Filch to survive in this society as a squib from a wizarding family.

Wizards were indifferent to him, and Muggle life was unfamiliar to him.

Fortunately, there is no limit to the road, before Filch was completely desperate, he met Dumbledore who was out on errands.

Under the care of the man who was later considered to be the greatest wizard in the world, Filch was able to enter Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as a castle administrator.

This kindness that Filch felt for the first time in his life also gave him a glimmer of hope in life again.

Just such an insignificant trace.

After many years, Filch has gradually gotten used to this day-to-day, unchanging life, and gradually forgot about his parents, and regarded Hogwarts as his real home.

Until one day last year, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a copy of "The Quibbler" that a student randomly threw on the dining table in the auditorium.

This magazine is quite popular among students, but unlike the always "rigorous" "Daily Prophet", most of the articles published in "The Quibbler" are incomprehensible articles, full of all kinds of weird things. Many students passed it on as a joke book.

Filch had no interest in newspapers and magazines. He had considered before that since he had come to work at Hogwarts, he should also know more or less about the news and information of the wizarding world.

But when he first subscribed to the newspaper and saw an article in it that was so sarcastic about Squibs... he canceled the subscription through gritted teeth, and not only that, but wrote an extremely rude and dirty Howler's letter was sent to the contributions desk of the Daily Prophet.

Since then, Filch has taken an abhorrent attitude towards all wizarding newspapers and magazines.

But today... After seeing the "Quietone", Filch moved forward like a ghost and took a look.

The headline on the front page of the magazine read in bold and large letters: "Shocked! In order to get his son out of being a Squib, the head of the Ministry of Magic did such an inhumane thing! "

Filch, fascinated by the "squib" in the title, slowly read the entire article.

Finally, he remembered a name in the article: Ivan Vesemir.

He was also born in a wizarding family, and was also considered a Muggle who could not cast spells when he was young, but Ivan's life trajectory was very different from his.

Not only survived a terrorist attack orchestrated by a dark wizard...but by a blessing in disguise, he gained the ability to cast spells and became a real wizard.

At the end of the article, it says that if nothing else happens, Ivan Vesemir will go to Hogwarts to study in a year.

Ivan Vesemir... Filch chewed on the name and stuck it in his mind.

He carefully tore off this page from the magazine, and put it in his underwear as a treasure.

Filch knew that, if the reports were true, this child might be his last hope.

Time passed slowly and painfully, and it was already a year later when Filch saw the boy for the first time.

However, to his disappointment, when faced with his request for help, the boy regretfully told himself that his change was only caused by chance, and there was no way to replicate it in him.

Fortunately, the boy promised in the end that he would notify himself as soon as possible if he researched how he acquired the ability to cast spells.

This can be regarded as... a small consolation.

When he was sitting in the office in a daze, or walking alone in the corridor at night, he occasionally thought of this incident, and he was full of motivation for his work.

...

Holding the oil lamp, Filch walked quickly through the stairwell of the castle.

Although he was getting old, his legs and feet were still good, and his slight lameness did not affect his patrol.

Mrs. Norris followed closely beside him with light steps.

"The patrol will be over soon. After I go back, I'll go to Hagrid's to order the leftover pumpkins for today and make a meal for you." Filch said to Mrs. Norris with a smile as he walked.

The latter seemed to understand Filch's words, and responded with a sharp cry.

At this time... There was a sudden sound of low footsteps in the corridor above his head.

"At this time... who is it!" Filch was alerted all of a sudden, and after a loud roar, he hurriedly strode towards the eighth floor where the voice came from.

By the time the person and cat rushed to the eighth floor panting, the footsteps had stopped.

A vague figure stood motionless in front of a tapestry.

"Which college are you a student from! It's against the school rules to hang around outside at this late hour! Come with me to find your dean!" Filch saw that the other party had no intention of running away, but his anger suddenly surged up. .

As he quickened his pace and walked towards the figure, he roared angrily.

However, when he got closer, Filch was surprised to find that the figure in front of the tapestry was not a student, but a lifelike puppet.

Not only does it resemble a human body, but the doll even wears a set of clothes, which looks very familiar.

"Isn't this... the clothes of Professor Searles?"

Filch looked at it carefully for a moment, and suddenly realized.

But why is Professor Searles' clothes being put on a puppet?

Filch frowned, and poked the puppet's face with his finger.

Soft, with a touch very similar to skin.

This puppet is so realistic... what material is it made of?

Filch poked and touched curiously.

What he didn't notice was...behind him, a tall figure was slowly approaching.

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