Master Trainer from Hogwarts

Chapter 76 Temptation from Magic

From the shadow at the corner of the corridor, a stooped figure leaned out. He was tall, but extremely thin. His protruding pair of dead fish eyes and thinning hair made him look terrible.

This is Hogwarts Gatekeeper, Argus Filch.

Even if he doesn't have magic, but with his familiarity with this school, he can easily hide in the corner and spy on the little wizards.

Once he caught any clues, he would excitedly report to the principals.

The painful and remorseful looks of the little wizards because of the points deducted were the only joys left in his life.

But after catching the handle today, he did not report to the principals.

Instead, he looked a little dazed, and staggered back to his 'office'.

It was a dark room in the corner, with an oil lamp and a bunch of shining handcuffs and anklets hanging from the ceiling.

The room was filled with the smell of grilled fish, and the sunlight outside was tightly blocked by the thick curtains and doors.

He was sitting on a chair with a huge desk in front of him, and two huge cabinets on both sides of the desk, occupying almost two-thirds of the space in the small office.

In the file cabinet on the left, there are neatly stacked records of students' deduction points.

He stretched out his withered palm and opened the safe on the right.

There were stacks of notebooks inside, and he took out the top one, and stroked the handwriting on the book cover.

Edward Roll's words today pierced his heart like a knife.

The pain even made him lose his proud ability to resist - report to the dean.

Because he was afraid that he would cry bitterly when he said this, and let everyone see his ugliness.

Suddenly his facial expression twisted, like an old lion with scars all over his face.

Wanting to tear up everything in front of him in a rage, he pulled out neat notebooks with huge movements.

Like a butterfly that has lost its wings, it crashes and falls to the ground dying.

But the next moment, he stopped like a puppet that lost its spring.

Because a wand made of cedar fell out of it, which he begged Ollivander to buy with great difficulty. Even though it had no effect on him, it was regarded as a treasure.

He picked up his wand from the ground.

Then he picked up the notebooks scattered on the ground, tidied them up, and put them back in the safe together with the wand.

He hugged his head in pain and wept, but he didn't have a single tear.

Because the tears have already been wiped away in the daily torment.

All the students hated him, even the professor wanted to stay away from being a Squib.

No relatives, no friends, only a cat.

But why is he still in this 'prison' after suffering so much?

It's not because he still believes in magic in his heart.

I believe that a miracle will come to him, a pathetic person, one day.

Magic is like an invisible devil, cheating his life away with false miracles.

Thinking of this, Filch laughed like a psychopath, the corners of his mouth were exaggerated, but it was as silent as when he was crying.

In the end, the exaggerated smile turned into a violent cough, making his figure even more rickety.

Mrs. Norris took a worried look at the shit-shoveling officer, hesitated for a moment, and jumped into Filch's arms.

Filch stopped coughing and hugged Mrs. Norris tightly.

The dim yellow lights stretched his shadow long.

Like a lonely ghost wandering in this magic castle.

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Inside Isis's office.

"professor?"

Allen looked at Isis in front of him with some doubts, not understanding what the other party meant by calling him off.

He has always been wary of this Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

Isis lifted the veil, revealing a delicate face, "Alan, your talent is really amazing."

"This kind of reminds me of when I was young. Of course, even if my talent was excellent at that time, it was far inferior to yours."

What does this passage mean?
Thoughts kept churning in Allen's mind, and he had an intuition that the other party wanted to do something.

"Knowledge should always be rewarded to those with extraordinary talents. Only they can pass on and carry forward the knowledge. This is our famous saying of Ravenclaw."

"Professor, I don't understand what you mean."

With a mysterious smile on the corner of Isis's mouth, she stretched out her fingers and lifted Alan's chin, her face slowly approached, and the strong fragrance of laurel came to her face.

"Be my apprentice. You can get the knowledge you want from me. According to the ancient inheritance, after my death, you can pass over my heirs and inherit all my property."

Wizard Apprentice?

Allen was not dazzled by the huge surprise. This is indeed the way of wizard inheritance. Before the formation of the academic school, this was even the most important way of inheritance.

but.

He chooses to take a step back.

"Why? I don't understand why you chose me, Professor?"

Isis withdrew her fingers and rested her chin, her voice was full of temptation, "I just don't want to see your talent buried, just like I did back then, and knowledge needs to be passed on to be meaningful."

"I can teach you the knowledge you can't get from the principal."

Uh, this is a bit over.

It's not that Allen doesn't want it, but he is thinking, is this Isis and Dumbledore acting together to test him.

This is very likely.

Allen shook his head, "I'm sorry, Professor, I have already made an appointment with the principal."

After thinking about it, Isis understood what Alan was worried about. She was even more optimistic about this talented apprentice, "Don't worry, this is not a trial or a test."

She solemnly drew her wand. "I swear on my wand."

There was no abnormal magical aura, and Allen was a little moved.

Sure enough, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher likes to make trouble every year.

But in the end he shook his head, "Professor, this matter is of great importance, let me think about it again?"

"Of course." Isis nodded, stretched out her wand and pointed to the bookshelf, and a magic book fell into Alan's hands. "Before that, if you have any magic problems, you can come to me."

Allen looked at the cover of the book. This is not a book of black magic, but advanced alchemy, which is exactly the knowledge he needs.

After hesitating for a while, he finally chose to put the book into Xixiu's pocket.

Seeing the back of Allen walking out of the office, the smile on Isis's face faded, and her beautiful face was expressionless, like an ancient statue in a temple.

Although delicate, it is not human-like.

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Ask for follow-up, ask for monthly ticket, ask for recommendation ticket
(End of this chapter)