All things are three at Hogwarts

Argus Filch, who was wearing a brown ancient wizard's robe similar to Hagrid's as a janitor's uniform, appeared at the door with a groan and panting. He obviously cherished this staff uniform and had it ironed to perfection. That's right, because it's proof of his connection to Hogwarts.

Since Mr. Handy was born, Filch did not need to do many cleaning tasks himself, which also allowed him to maintain a more respectable image than the previous image full of oil and stains. Only Mrs. Lorris, who was holding him in his arms, was still as skinny as a stick, but her hair was slightly greasier than before.

When they entered the room, the little hand in front twisted its fingers and jumped back to the table, settling back into its original position. It looked as if climbing a building would really tire an undead creature like it.

Filch had obviously never been to the principal's office. The furnishings and pictures on the walls made him look more reserved than when he met Alan elsewhere. He picked up his cat with both hands and held it up against his chest. , as if holding up his hat to express respect for the owner of the house, after receiving a signal from Allen's eyes, he walked sternly to a distance from the principal's desk and stopped.

Filch, who suffered from arthritis, bowed as much as he could while speaking: "Principal Harris, salute to you..." He glanced at the little witch sitting at the desk, then raised his head and said flatteringly, "Harris Principal, what can I do for you? Have you changed your mind? This witch did something wrong? Do you need me to take her to the trophy room to punish her for cleaning?"

This brought Pansy's attention back, who was already feeling uneasy. She glared at the old squib angrily, but because of Allen's relationship, she didn't mock him as usual.

"Argus, I told you those corporal punishments won't happen in school anymore... The school has a new system... Uh, no, Miss Parkinson didn't make any mistakes either." Allen noticed the look in Pansy's eyes and knew that he was almost led astray. , he pointed to the empty seat next to Pansy and motioned for Filch to sit down, "Argus, would you like black tea or pumpkin juice? Or would you like a drink that is very popular among Muggles?"

Muggle drink Coke... Filch felt humiliated for a moment. Ever since that annoying Potter revealed the news that he was a squib, those annoying students have been asking him if he wants to try various Muggle products. To insinuate that he is a squib, he is deliberately trying to make fun of himself.

No, it was just a moment later. Filch realized who was asking this question. He looked up a little ashamed of his sensitivity, and happened to see the contents of the cup in front of Alan. He remembered that this Muggle drink was already Principal Harris's own hobby.

So Filch walked over and sat down obediently, with the old wrinkles on his face piled up like a chrysanthemum: "Principal Harris, please give me a cup of your favorite..." He looked at the ice cubes in the other person's cup, I felt a little embarrassed when I thought about my toothache, but I still said cheerfully, "Although it is not common to have a glass of ice in winter, I think it will definitely keep people awake."

"Huh? Do you want to add ice cubes too?" Allen stopped pouring the drink in confusion, and then his expression turned cheerful after a few seconds, "It's good that you understand this, Argus. Besides, there's something inside Caffeine can also keep your central nervous system excited, which can temporarily drive away drowsiness and restore energy. It is very suitable for when you are overworking your brain, and it is perfect when combined with ice cubes."

Filch's smile became a little forced, and he realized that adding ice cubes was not standard but just the other person's personal preference. He didn't have to add it at all, but at this time, Allen had also added ice cubes. He didn't know what the reason for his sensitive teeth was at this time.

On the other side, Alan, who also discovered Filch's true feelings, was a little dumbfounded. He had to pretend not to know and pushed the glass cup with bubbles still rolling to Filch.

Pansy had heard from the Slytherins who loved to play pranks on the janitor that each other's teeth were sensitive to cold and acid, so she took the initiative to hold up her own pumpkin juice.

The janitor, who was retaliated by Pansy, looked at the dark brown sparkling drink in the cup. He also lifted it up to face Allen, and then took a big sip as if to please.

Suddenly, rich bubbles bloomed in his mouth, his tongue buds felt the sour and sweet taste, and there was a slight stinging feeling behind his ears - then the cold and carbonic acid made his teeth start to ache, and then the coldness hit him. His head was throbbing uncomfortably, as if his nasal cavity was frozen.

Filch's eyes were about to burst into tears as he tried hard not to react with disgust or look uncomfortable in front of Alan.

Alan really couldn't stand it. He glared at Pansy and startled her. Then he suppressed a smile and said to Filch: "Oh, Argus, it's true that I can easily get sick if I drink such a big gulp in winter... Also, it seems that there is something wrong with your teeth? Why don't you go to Madam Pomfrey? Besides, Miss Granger's parents are also experts in this field, so I think they can also solve it for you."

"Don't waste your energy on me, Principal Harris..." Seeing Allen's discovery, Filch was a little moved and controlled the dewlap on his chin to stop them from shaking due to toothache, and then said with a flattering smile, "That's right Principal Harris, Miss Granger has told me many times to pay attention to the garbage thrown out of the principal's office...ask me to help her count how many empty beverage bottles you have every day..." Noticed Allen's look. A little nervous, Filch quickly added, "Ah, please don't worry, I have been keeping your secrets, and the number reported each time is very small!"

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"You did a good job! That's great, Argus." Allen's relaxed smile looked more enthusiastic, and he asked with pleasant concern, "By the way, how is the work in the castle recently? Is it too much? Tired? Are these Mr. Hands enough? You have arthritis, so you can’t work too hard. This is also a legitimate school expense. Feel free to raise it if necessary."

"That's enough, that's enough! Thank you very much, Principal! I feel more than enough now... They have already freed me from the endless cleaning work..." Filch's cloudy eyes filled with tears, He even stood up and bowed low to Allen again, "Every day patrolling the castle with my Mrs. Lorris is more like an exercise... I have never heard of anything that a school janitor can do." Being treated like this... makes me very ashamed..."

"Being able to direct the skilled gentlemen to go where they should go is also a craft. This is an irreplaceable job. Argus, don't look at yourself... If you wait for them to come by themselves, I guess there may not be more than ten more. Efficiency now." Allen waved to Filch - as an old squib who has spent almost his whole life dealing with the problems left by the wizards in Hogwarts Castle, it is indeed more efficient for him to direct the gentlemen. .

Filch, whose heart was sweeter than the drink he drank, squeaked and patted his chest: "Principal, do you have anything to tell Filch? If you need anything, just bring me a note. There's not much I can do. , but we will do our best to get it done for you immediately!”

"Of course I believe you will, Argus." Allen put his hands on the table, paused, and then asked in a more serious tone, "I called you here today because I actually have some things that I need to ask you in person. Questions of a more personal nature..."

"Oh?" Filch was a little surprised. His cat twisted uncomfortably in his arms and he quickly came to his senses, "Just ask, Principal Harris."

Allen asked in a gentle voice: "Argus, are you still taking those correspondence courses like Introduction to Quick Spelling Magic? After so many years, do you think it is useful to you?"

Filch's originally happy face suddenly turned pale and fell on Pansy beside him. His pale face suddenly turned red again. He twisted his two protruding hands together. Alan did this in front of other students. Asking himself, this moment made him feel very embarrassed.

However, Filch, who had endured this kind of discrimination many times, quickly adjusted his mentality. He lowered his head and said mechanically: "I'm sorry, Principal Harris... But I didn't ask for this myself... No matter what How about it, just give it a try...if this violates the rules, I will stop...Principal Harris."

"Don't get me wrong, Argus." Alan continued to lean on his principal's chair. "The reason why I ask you is because I care about you and your situation..." After Alan finished speaking, Filch raised his head. With an incomprehensible expression, he smiled gently, "You know that Rowena...Ms. Rowena Ravenclaw and I will communicate, so I thought of your question before...so the two of us have some understanding of this." Imagine…