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A Squib is a person who comes from a wizarding family but cannot learn magic.

Argus Filch is one of them, which to a certain extent caused his bad character and hatred of young wizards.

He is bad-tempered and annoying, and his favorite hobby is to fight against the students at Hogwarts.

With what he has done, he has personally proved that poor people must have something to hate. There is some truth to this sentence.

Now, Filch has been pierced by the mage's greatest pain, which makes him very embarrassed.

Although everyone knew about this, no one dared to humiliate him in front of him, not even Dumbledore.

It's not that people are afraid of him, but it is out of the least respect for a poor person.

How could an aloof wizard be afraid of a Squib?

So, in the face of a real wizard, Filch could only abandon his dignity, lowered his head and said silently, "Yes, you are right."

The Master didn't care about his increasingly depressed mood, and said to himself, "I'm teaching those children something new recently, you should know it."

Filch stood beside him like a erring student, nodding lightly.

There have been rumors about arcane magic in Hogwarts recently, how could he not know it.

Seeing that he had heard of this, the mage continued, "I need you to cooperate with me and do a little experiment about new magic."

"If you succeed, you may be able to master the ability to cast spells, and there is no danger to your life."

Filch, who was immersed in sadness, hadn't reacted at first. When he reacted, his eyes slammed to the largest moment, but his pupils shrank to the smallest.

With a slightly trembling voice, he said, "You... what you said... is it true?"

The Master did not give him a clear answer, but said lightly, "How do you know if you don't try?"

"Okay, I promise." The gatekeeper couldn't control his emotions now, and asked very eagerly, "When will we start?"

"Don't worry, Argus." The mage touched the tough Mrs. Norris: "After the students' classes are over tomorrow, come here to find me."

"Okay, I remember." Filch answered repeatedly, and then prepared to leave.

As a result, he stopped after walking a few steps, then stepped back, rubbed his hands, and said a little embarrassedly, "Then...then my cat..."

Lu Wu picked up the cat that had changed a bit and handed it to him: "It's all right, it won't be long before it wakes up."

When Filch held Mrs. Norris in his arms and felt her soft body regain her soft body, she still couldn't believe it had been cured.

"This..." He blinked desperately, looking at the cat and then at the mage: "This is nothing short of a miracle!"

Then hugged the cat and kept bowing: "Thank you, thank you very much for your help."

Lu Wu waved his hand and said casually, "If you have nothing to do, you can leave first. Just remember not to be late tomorrow."

After speaking, he picked up a book at hand and looked through it.

"Yes, I remember." Filch was moved, and kept thanking him as he walked backwards.

After going out, he didn't forget to close the office door for him.

The time soon came to the next day. Lu Wu, who was preparing for the next class, received a notice.

Dean Dumbledore invited him to watch a Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

To be honest, the mage has no interest in this kind of children's game, so he might as well read more books.

For example, he is currently studying the principles of the three unforgivable curses.

But in the end, he couldn't bear the warm invitation from the white wizard, so he had to come to the stadium with most of the Hogwarts staff to watch the game.

Because Quidditch needs to ride a broomstick and compete in mid-air, the auditorium is built very high, like a city wall, around the stadium, and there are densely packed little wizards standing on it.

At a distance from the city wall, there will be a high platform with a height of tens of meters. Lu Wu, Dumbledore, and the professors will sit on one of the high platforms.

This kind of naive exercise seems to be able to arouse everyone's emotions, and even the professors who usually act as teachers are very excited.

And Lu Wu also felt very happy.

He found that today was not in vain. In the huge Quidditch pitch, he sensed the fluctuations of the world's runes.

However, Lu Wu did not inform the white wizard beside him of the news, because the rune has not appeared yet, so he can wait a little longer.

With the referee's order, the game officially started.

In the auditorium, the emotions of the audience became more and more high. They waved the flags of the teams they supported and cheered loudly. The degree of madness seemed to be no less than that of some major sports in the Muggle world.

The whole game was first served by a player from Slytherin, and then the two teams tried their best to compete for the Bludger.

A variety of thrilling flight actions emerge in an endless stream, making the audience around them addicted.

Then, with the delicate cooperation of the Slytherin players in green uniforms, they took the lead in grabbing the Bludger that was flying around and throwing it into the goal.

"Congratulations to the Slytherin team for scoring the first goal!"

The eloquent voice of the narrator of the little wizard~www.wuxiaspot.com~ even made the audience's emotions reach a climax.

But soon, the Gryffindor team in red uniforms were not to be outdone and scored a goal to tie the game again.

In the next few rounds, the two teams won each other, but in general, Slytherin still had the upper hand.

In the noisy auditorium, the mage who always remained calm seemed so out of place, which led Dumbledore to ask many times if he was not feeling well.

After getting a negative answer, he turned his attention back to the intense game.

"Another goal for the Slytherins! Now they have a 90-30 lead over Gryffindor."

Not far in front of the two, a dark-skinned wizard dutifully explained the game, and every word he said could get a warm response from the audience.

Among them, even the always arrogant Lucius Malfoy couldn't help but smile when he saw his son's team taking the lead.

But this subtle expression quickly subsided, returning to its previous seriousness.

In fact, he didn't come to watch the game today, but to make trouble.

I don't know when, his son Draco Malfoy was inexplicably named a lamb, which made Lucius very angry.

This is a humiliation to the Malfoy family, and even all pure-blood wizards.

He would never allow his son to have such a weak title.

But what annoyed him the most was that Draco never told him about it. If he hadn't been reminded by other Slytherin parents at a party, he might never have known.

So, after knowing the specific situation, Lucius decided to let the new old guy named Ryze get the lesson he deserves!