Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

At first, Filch felt nothing, which made him very frustrated, and he couldn't help but wonder if Sebastian's spell was really effective on him.

Maybe... it really won't work.

Becoming a wizard was, after all, just a distant dream.

But as soon as this thought arose, he felt a strange tingling sensation rising from within his body, gradually spreading throughout his body. From the top of his head to the tips of his toes, from his skin to his bone marrow, it felt like ants were crawling everywhere, itching like crazy.

The tingling sensation gradually increased, quickly turning into a stinging pain, and then becoming more and more intense, as if those ants were frantically tearing at his entire body, or as if someone was taking steel needles and piercing him all over.

"Ugh—"

Filch couldn't help but groan, and beads of sweat the size of beans emerged from his skin. He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and desperately resisted the urge to scream.

Hold on! Must hold on!

This pain is nothing. As long as I get through it, I may become a real wizard!

A strong fighting spirit burst out in Filch's eyes. He shouted in his heart again and again, constantly cheering himself on.

Time seemed to be stretched out endlessly, as if an entire century had passed.

After an unknown amount of time, the feeling of pain began to lessen. At the same time, Filch vaguely felt that his body was also becoming lighter, as if meridians that had been blocked for many years were being cleared little by little, and every inch of muscle and every bone was焕发出前所未有的活力 (releasing unprecedented vitality).

In addition, he vaguely noticed a strange but real power surging between his limbs, an indescribable substance.

An illusion?

No! This is definitely not an illusion. There are indeed some peculiar substances flowing!

Filch's breathing became rapid, and only one crazy thought remained in his mind—that's magic!

He forced himself to calm down, not daring to move at all, not even daring to breathe too loudly, for fear that a slight distraction would lead to failure.

Thinking of Sebastian's instructions, he concentrated all his energy on the flowing magic, trying to feel that long-awaited thing.

Sensing that Filch's condition had stabilized, Sebastian knew that the experiment had been successful, but words were not enough; some visible evidence was needed.

"Mr. Filch, the treatment is over. I think you have already felt the changes in your body. Those substances flowing in your body are magic."

"Congratulations, from today on, you have become a wizard."

With that, Sebastian took out a test wand from his Undetectable Extension Charm bag and handed it to Filch.

"Come, while you still remember the feeling of magic flowing, let's strike while the iron is hot and see if we can teach you a simple spell—the Levitation Charm."

"This is a test wand. It may not be a perfect match for you, but it won't reject you too much, enough to help you successfully cast this simple spell."

Learn the Levitation Charm?

Before he could get excited, Filch became nervous.

He had studied this spell countless times through correspondence courses, but he couldn't even move the feather half an inch.

Can he really do it this time?

He stood up, stretched out his hands, and tremblingly took the wand, listening attentively to Sebastian's spell lesson, not daring to miss a word.

"Mr. Filch, don't be nervous. Magic is the power of belief. You must firmly believe that you will succeed."

"Come on, try it yourself. Remember the key points: a flick and a swish."

Hearing this, Filch took a deep breath, trying to empty the distracting thoughts from his mind, until only the feather on the table remained in his eyes. Only then did he slowly and firmly wave the wand in his hand.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

Looking at the feather floating in the air as if being dragged by an invisible hand, Filch's mind buzzed, and for a moment, it was blank.

Success!

He really became a wizard!

This is the feeling of releasing a spell!

He excitedly looked at Sebastian and the others, and said incoherently, "Success... I succeeded. I am no longer a Squib!"

As he spoke, he could no longer suppress the excitement rolling in his heart, and tears began to flow uncontrollably, developing into a嚎啕大哭 (howl).

"Since I was little, I had been looking forward to receiving a Hogwarts letter, but until I was eleven, I didn't wait for that owl. My family began to pretend that I didn't exist, because I was a disgrace to the family."

"Later, the war broke out, and I wandered alone in the wizarding world, but no one looked up to me, just because I was a Squib, a second-class citizen of the wizarding world."

"Until more than twenty years ago, I was still looking for odd jobs. I couldn't even bear to buy the Daily Prophet; I could only pick up discarded ones from the trash."

Filch cried, wiping his nose and tears, as if he wanted to cry out all the grievances he had suffered over the years.

"Until one day, I found a newspaper in the trash that changed my destiny. It said Hogwarts was hiring, and so there was the caretaker Filch."

"I am very grateful to Headmaster Dumbledore for taking me in, giving me a stable job, a job that all Squibs envy."

"For more than twenty years, I have been working here for more than twenty years. Looking at those young students, my heart is filled with jealousy every day."

Filch trembled, seemingly revealing the secrets deep in his heart for the first time.

"Yes, I am jealous of them. I am jealous of every student here. However, after jealousy, there is anger."

His expression became distorted, and his voice became high-pitched: "Everywhere are naughty students. Too many people don't take learning to heart, wasting the talent that God has given them for nothing."

"They never know that their talent is something that Squibs like us dream of having, dream of having... Wuwuwu."

"Today, my dream has come true. I have also become a wizard, the same as them. I don't have to be jealous of anyone anymore, anyone..."

Saying this, he covered his face with his hands and burst into tears again.

No one disturbed Filch. Everyone stood quietly, letting him vent his suppressed emotions for many years.

Looking at the crying Filch, a complex emotion emerged in Malfoy's heart.

He finally understood why this person had been so obsessed with catching those students who were making trouble in the school, even at the cost of being hated.

Behind that obsession, there may be a fascination with the rules, but more of it is out of unplaced jealousy, inferiority, anger, and unspeakable disappointment.

At this moment, Malfoy's heart was also unable to calm down. Of course, it was not just because of Filch. His excitement was more due to the success of the experiment, excited that their research team had solved the Squib problem that had been plaguing the wizarding world.

Everyone thought that the Squib problem was unsolvable, but today, they broke this iron law and turned the impossible into possible!

Thinking of this, Malfoy's eyes became firm, and infinite confidence arose in his heart.

Since the Squib problem can be overcome, then other unsolvable problems may not be truly unsolvable, such as the so-called unsolvable blood curse.

Malfoy's mind couldn't help but think of a girl, a bright-eyed, kind, and considerate girl.

Thinking of this girl suffering from the blood curse, his heart ached.

There must also be a way to break the blood curse, but this method is hidden deeper and needs to be researched further.

Astoria, you wait!

I will definitely find a way to cure you.

The next miracle must belong to you!

(Thank you to Dada Rabbit of Baixi Temple for the God certification reward, here is an extra chapter to thank you!)