Hogwarts: I know a million points of black magic

Chapter 133 A Squib, So What If I Hit You?

"The little devil is really difficult to deal with now. He is either too crazy or has a background. He doesn't follow any rules." Marcus complained angrily, and kicked over the trash can in the corridor.

Seeing that the elder brother was so irritable, the younger brothers around him also entered a state of destruction. Because they were all pure-blooded children, they were very arrogant and domineering on weekdays, and immediately made a mess of the entire corridor.

"What are you people doing? Do you know that your behavior violates school rules?"

At this moment, a distraught voice sounded very abruptly at the end of the corridor, and then an old man with a fierce face rushed over straight with an old face, yelling at Marcus and the others.

Hearing someone suddenly appear, Marcus and the others, who were destroying the corridor environment, suddenly felt a little guilty, but they laughed when they found out that it was only the administrator in the castle who stopped them.

"Filch, you bloody squib, don't think that you are Dumbledore's man, so you can show off your power in front of us!"

Marcus had a sneer on his face, and he didn't pay attention to Filch, the castle administrator.

Hogwarts castle management garden is actually a squib, which is not a secret among pure-blood families, and even many young Slytherin wizards laugh at Filch as a squib.

Hearing that Marcus identified himself so easily, Filch turned pale.

"What do you mean?" Filch was so angry that every hair stood on end, and there was a hint of panic in his old eyes.

"I mean, you're a goddamned Squib, and you're not even entitled to stay in Hogwarts without Dumbledore's cover. This is where we wizards stay, not where you Squibs stay. , Your existence has defiled this school!"

Marcus mocked Filch wantonly, not at all afraid that Filch would threaten him.

If the trouble he had with Justin before was because he didn't get good information, he didn't know that Justin had such a powerful and crazy friend.

He insulted Neville because he didn't know that Neville, the heir of the Longbottom family, secretly learned advanced black magic.

Then it was his deliberate choice to provoke Filch.

Filch, a useless squib who can't cast magic, why should I be afraid of him, even if I beat him up, what can he do to himself?
"I am the castle administrator of this school, you...you."

"What are you, you are just a useless squib, get out of here!"

As he spoke, Marcus waved the wand lightly at Filch, and Filch was sent flying, hitting the wall heavily.

After beating Filch, Marcus and the others gave Filch a disdainful look, and then left without looking back. Only Filch's growls could be heard continuously behind them.

"I want to tell your professor, I want your professor to punish you severely!!!"

After finishing speaking, Filch couldn't believe his own words, and cried helplessly.

He knew that he was just a squib, and there was no way to punish those young wizards from pure-blood families. Even if he went to find Dumbledore himself, Dumbledore would not care about his own affairs, just because he was a humble Squib.

Discrimination in the wizarding world is actually very serious. Even little wizards born in Muggles are ridiculed as mudbloods by pureblood wizards, let alone a squib who was born in a wizarding family but unable to cast magic. .

Thanks to Dumbledore's kindness, he got a job as a castle administrator, but the little wizards at Hogwarts didn't respect him at all, and instead made him an enemy.

There are also some little wizards who were born in pure blood. When they learned of his identity as a squib, their attitude towards him changed drastically. They used magic to beat themselves from time to time, relying on their own inability to cast magic.

And whenever I went to find Dumbledore, I often got a sentence.

"I will tell Professor Snape, I believe he will go back and teach those naughty little wizards a lesson"

Filch looked at the ceiling helplessly, tears of unwillingness covered his entire cheeks.

"Why? Why is this world so unfair! If I have magical powers, I must step up to the top step by step, and I will let those who looked down on me before know that I, Filch, am not a waste!"

"30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, don't bully the middle-aged and poor!!!"

After saying this, Filch felt dizzy in his head, and before he had time to think about what happened, he passed out directly.

Before losing consciousness, Filch heard the last words.

"It's time for Filch to rise up!"

. . . . . . . . . .

"Where am I?" Filch shook his head in pain and opened his eyes.

Just now, he vaguely remembered that he was humiliated by those Slytherins because of his identity as a squib. If he guessed correctly, he should be in the Hogwarts castle.

Thinking of this, Filch opened his eyes, but he was stunned.

In front of him, there was a small sika deer, staring at his big eyes, looking at him curiously. At the same time, the surrounding big trees in the sky and the wet soil on the ground all told him that he was no longer Inside Hogwarts again.

"Damn it, is this a prank by that little wizard?!" Filch's first reaction was that it was a prank by a little wizard.

Struggling with difficulty, he stood up from the ground, and looked at the strange environment around him in a daze.

Filch can be sure that he must not be in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, because he has been to the Forbidden Forest several times, and he knows that the land in the Forbidden Forest is not so humid, and there must be no animals like sika deer in the Forbidden Forest.

At this time, the sika deer saw Filch who got up suddenly, instead of running away, it stuck up to it even more curiously. Its pair of big noses kept sniffing at Filch, as if there was something wrong with Filch. like something.

"Damn it, stay away from me!" Filch, who was so close to a small animal for the first time, distanced himself from the sika deer unnaturally.

Later, he also noticed the abnormality on him.

First of all, the tattered robe he was wearing had disappeared, replaced by a very gorgeous slim white robe with gorgeous patterns carved on the sleeves.

At the same time, the traces of age on his face disappeared completely. Touching his skin, Filch only felt that it was the skin of a baby.

(End of this chapter)