Hogwarts Melting Ice Journey

The Christmas holiday is coming, and Hogwarts is particularly deserted this year. Many students from wizarding families who are threatened by Death Eaters have gone home to visit their parents. As for the other Muggle students, is there anything more important than going home for Christmas?

"Oh, hell, even the library is closed now." Stephen finished his breakfast hastily and planned to spend his Christmas vacation in the library, but unfortunately, even Mrs. Pince went out to celebrate this holiday. A rare opportunity to relax in several years.

"Then where should I go?" Stephen looked at the closed library door and shook his head. "Maybe Hagrid is in school, and I can go find him to kill time."

However, Stephen was disappointed again. The door of Hagrid's cabin was also locked. He might have gone to see Harry Potter.

Stephen had no choice but to wander aimlessly on the grassland outside the school. He had to think carefully about how to spend his vacation. Martin had told him that he would have to stay out of school for at least three days before returning to school, so he had to think about how he would spend these three days.

For Stephen, this holiday in January was relaxing enough, but also boring enough.

"I'm afraid the only one who's still in school is Filch, who can't go anywhere." Stephen suddenly remembered that he seemed to want to give him something, "So I should go and have a look, it's better than having no one to talk to me."

He walked slowly to Filch's cabin and knocked on the door.

"Stephen Tony." Filch opened the door with a strange look on his face, "I can tell the sound of your footsteps from a long distance away. Why are you here with me?"

"If I said I was here to chat with you, would you kick me out?" Stephen observed Filch's face, and couldn't tell anything except a little weirdness.

"You have to know that since I came to work at the school, you are still one of the few who dare to waste my time during the Christmas vacation." The weird look on Filch's face became a little intense, but he still got out of the way, " come in."

Stephen walked in and closed the door. There are some more decorations in the hut. In addition, Stephen also feels that the place is too clean. Maybe Filch has just cleaned the house, but now, it will undoubtedly be dirty by Stephen.

"Maybe that's why he looks weird." Stephen glanced at Filch.

"As always, I don't have anything like a chair here." Filch sat down on the only chair in the room without ceremony. "Similarly, don't expect me to entertain you."

"Then I have to offend you." Stephen smiled carelessly, "I hope you don't care about my subsequent behavior."

He took out his wand and looked at the things in the room, and felt that a wooden board would be suitable.

"I don't know what Filch used it for." Stephen waved his wand at the wooden board, turning it into a somewhat ugly chair, then moved it to the table in the room and sat down.

Filch's face looked a little ugly, but he still resisted the idea of ​​beating Stephen up. After all, he didn't violate school rules.

"Tell me what you want from me." Filch picked up his cup, which contained his favorite drink, boiled water.

Stephen glanced at the contents of the cup and found that it was water. He gave up the idea of ​​drinking it. He took out a cloth bag from the lining of his clothes and fumbled for a piece of chalk.

"Let's get the most important things done first." Stephen placed the chalk in front of Filch, "Try to see if it works."

"What is this?" Filch didn't recognize this thing. He didn't know much about Muggle things.

"The function of magic chalk is to turn the drawn things into real objects." Stephen introduced briefly, "You will know after you try it."

"I can use it too." Filch picked up the chalk and looked at it for a while with some disbelief. Then he looked around and took out a small blackboard from a cabinet.

His hand holding the chalk trembled a little, and he drew a twisted stick crookedly. Stephen guessed that he might be trying to draw a magic wand.

"Then" Filch turned back to look at Stephen, "What will happen?"

"You have to touch it with your hands." Stephen didn't know if it would work, but he and others did.

Filch stared into Stephen's eyes, "I hope you're not fooling me."

He slowly stretched out his hand, and the stick he drew took shape. Filch held the stick in his hand and looked at the stick in his hand with some disbelief.

"Can I use this?" Filch's voice even trembled.

"I don't know, you need to try it yourself." Stephen didn't dare to vouch for this.

Filch looked at the cup on his table and waved the wand in his hand, assuming it was a magic wand, "Wingardim Leviosa."

Stephen looked at his movements, which were very standard and his pronunciation was also very accurate.

"It seems that he might be an excellent wizard in theory." Stephen secretly wondered how long Filch had been practicing.

The cup failed to float, but a small clinking sound could be heard in the room, and it seemed to come from the table.

"Move over!" Filch shouted excitedly to Stephen, causing him to move his chair further away.

"Wingardim Leviosa" Filch raised his voice. As he moved, the cup moved upward slightly, but soon fell to the table again.

"I succeeded." Filch's voice trembled, mixed with ecstasy, "I succeeded."

He burst out laughing, laughing and crying, "I succeeded...I succeeded..."

Stephen looked at Filch who was crying with joy, but took out the notebook he carried with him, moved his chair in, spread out the notebook on the table, then took out a pen and recorded: "It seems that the product of magic chalk is... With a certain degree of magic power, this product can even give Squibs the ability to use magic."

He looked up at Filch who was still wiping his tears and said, "Mr. Filch, I think you wouldn't mind doing a few tests for me."

"Oh, of course." Filch wiped the tears from his eyes, "Tell me what you want me to do."

Stephen pointed to the chalk in his hand, "Use it up."

One morning passed, and after continuous experiments, Stephen finally determined the role of the magic chalk on the Squib. He wrote in his notes:

"I think the magic power of the magic chalk may be based on the creator itself, which has been weakened several times. At the same time, the squib can only use a small part of the weakened magic power. But there is no doubt that this is The Squib is undoubtedly a very important and extremely useful invention to them..."

Stephen closed his notebook after recording his research findings. He was thinking about what other magical inventions Jacob had.

"Perhaps he has opened up a new path for the wizarding world." Stephen left three pieces of chalk for Filch and warned him not to use them casually.

He has to go to the restaurant for lunch now.