All things are three at Hogwarts

Argus Filch's breathing became thicker, and he ignored the politeness. His eyes looked at Alan in front of him for a moment, and his voice was a little distorted: "Principal Harris, you...you mean me ?…”

"Yes, now we have an idea and a plan..." Ellen leaned comfortably on the principal's chair, "She and I came up with an idea, and I would make a potion that could match the divine power injected by Rowena. The medicine... If our idea can be successful, it may be able to get you out of the current situation of... people."

The muscles in Filch's cheeks were trembling. When he heard the heavy news brought by Alan, all his unhappiness and embarrassment were forgotten in this moment. He worked hard at Hogwarts for ten years. I have been working as an administrator for several years, watching others perform magic every day. Those stains that I have worked so hard to remove often only require the wizards to wave their magic wands... Even if I have Mr. Handy now, but This kind of envy and extravagant desire since he was a child still made him spend his savings to learn a quick mantra course, just for this matter.

"Filch... But this is just an idea. Although the theoretical success rate is high..." Allen looked at the other party's reaction with some pity, "But after all, there may be some risks without testing."

"I'm not afraid of danger...Colonel Harris..." Filch managed to pull out some syllables and was unable to speak anymore. His lips opened and closed for a few seconds, and tears fell from his eyes.

The caretaker of Hogwarts was filled with thoughts and emotions: Being able to perform magic has been his lifelong wish. After a long period of searching and constant disappointment and despair, this wish has almost been completely wiped out. After all, he is already so old. ...but now it suddenly becomes possible...

Filch wanted to speak but was choked with sobs in his throat that he couldn't say anything. In his excitement, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly. He subconsciously used strength in his hands, making the joints protrude.

"Meow!" Mrs. Lorris let out a shrill scream. She struggled hard under Filch's hand, and her claws scratched Filch's hand bloodshot, but Filch seemed not to feel any pain at all. Yes, just sobbing.

Allen's slender fingers pointed at Filch. Filch's hand became weak and opened involuntarily. Mrs. Norris fell from his lap to the ground, but only then did Filch realize what happened. Qi hurriedly wiped his tears, but he had no intention of comforting his friend who had been with him for a long time.

There was a sound of inhalation coming from the portraits that had been ordered by Allen not to speak freely, and Pansy felt her heart pounding non-stop: the person in front of her who could turn a squib into a wizard was the one in history. The youngest principal is simply omnipotent.

But then Pansy thought that there was a god who was closely related to him standing behind him. In this case, how could the Dark Lord defeat Harris? It was obvious that there was only one way to die. Next time he saw his father, he must Make the stakes clear to him, ask him to defect as soon as possible, and firmly pull him to Harris' side.

"Principal Harris, I am not afraid of danger. If the days of being unable to use magic can be ended, I will do anything, even if it takes my life to exchange for a temporary..." Filch said urgently, and then he seemed to feel that he was too urgent and forced to stop. Live this sobbing prayer,

"It's not that exaggerated. Calm down Argus..." Allen was a little uncomfortable with the eager gaze of the tearful old man in front of him. "In fact, there shouldn't be any danger, but I can't guarantee success."

"How bad can it be?" Filch felt a little calm at this time, with tears in his eyes, "Principal Harris... a person like you is willing to spend time to care about a squib like me... I..."

"But before completing this, there is indeed some equipment work that needs to be completed by yourself..." Allen said, touching his chin.

Filch immediately said: "I am willing to give everything I have for it... Principal Harris... I still have some savings..."

"No, it doesn't require you to give anything or anything material... Although the materials for this potion are very precious, don't forget that I own the magic stone..." Alan took a sip of the drink and reminded Filch, who was already dizzy. Then explained, "Actually, as we said just now, this potion requires Rowena to inject some of her divine power to take effect... But her and I's primary goal now is to fight against the evil god of death..." Allen After a pause, "Of course, it's nothing if it's just for you, but there are too many Squibs, and many people have to be forced to go to the Muggle world to develop... So if every Squib has to turn into a wizard, come to If Rowena wants it... he can't spend so much of his divine power against death on this matter... So Argus, what you need to do is the only thing you need to do... to sincerely believe in Ravenclaw, You said that the divine power that needs to be consumed requires you to provide your faith to this lady..."

Hearing that he was just providing faith made Filch's heart drop. He had just thought about all the possible harsh conditions, but he didn't expect it to be that simple. Before, he didn't believe in anything except believing in Allen. , and didn't care about what goddess those little wizards who blindly prayed in the school temple believed in, but it was about him at this time, and he was even a little annoyed now that he should have gone to pray early, maybe the faith provided was enough to exchange for this Grow potions.

"Argus, I have to remind you that faith is not an exchange. You have to believe in her spontaneously and sincerely...and if you are pious enough, maybe you can give her hundreds of times if you go there once." Allen looked at the other person. He was reminded in his mind as he quietly turned his Coke cup - it was not convenient to speak openly about magic potions. He hoped that Filch could set an example for other squibs and become a stable source of faith for Luna. The source; and if it is said this way, no one will be able to copy their medicine after it is publicized, which will stop them from wanting to simulate and develop it.

Filch was excited when he was reminded by Allen. He nodded, and suddenly rubbed his hands together again. He couldn't sit still, and he hesitated to speak in front of Allen, and beads of sweat broke out from his forehead. .

Allen somewhat unexpectedly captured his thoughts at this time:

As the janitor of the school, he usually guards Hogwarts even when the students are on vacation or go to Hogsmeade. He almost never goes out except to buy cleaning supplies. Now he really wants to take leave to go to Raven Crow Temple prayed, but he had never taken even a day off in all his years at Hogwarts, because he had never done anything like this before and didn't know how to say it.

"Don't worry Argus, I can understand your current mood... As long as you are not a full-time person, praying to Ravenclaw will not take you too much time, but your situation is special, so I will give you an irregular one. During the holiday, you take the time to come back every day and arrange it for the handy gentlemen, and then you can arrange your own schedule as you like... uh..." Allen, who was smiling a little, suddenly paused as he thought that Filch would have difficulty using wizards because he didn't have a wand and a squib. It was a transportation method that we were accustomed to, and it was obviously a bit troublesome to ask other wizards for help every time, so he cleared his throat, "I asked Hagrid to take you there when you were at school. When you get there, I will explain As for the temple, they will be responsible for sending you back when you finish praying for the day."

"You have thought too much about me, Principal Harris, but this journey is not difficult for me." Struggling to suppress the urge to shed tears, Filch stood up and bowed low. "I can't let you bother with such a trivial matter... Besides, during the Halloween parade a while ago, everyone else measured the floating city with their own feet. As long as I can cast magic, I can take this route to the temple. Nothing difficult."

"This journey is still a bit far, not to mention it's freezing outside now. Walking this far may not be a big problem for young people, but it's still not suitable for the elderly. Besides, many squibs don't live in the floating city. , this is a problem that needs to be solved, not just for you, Argus..." Allen pulled out a piece of parchment from his desk, scratched it quickly with an eagle quill, and then handed the note to Gave it to Filch, "I'll let Anka take you to teleport there now. When you come back, give this note to the people at Harris Temple, and they will help you call the float. In addition, Argus...I My friend, please forgive me for neglecting your questions in the past. Please come to my house to spend Christmas this year. There are undead knights in the school who are guarding you so that you can’t throw away anything... This potion is regarded as my early Christmas for you. It’s a holiday gift.”

For Allen's continuous considerate actions, Filch finally couldn't control his emotions at all. Snot came out of his nose. He held the raven-shaped table leg of the table and cried loudly. Even his parents couldn't help it in this life. Because his Squib status was a shame, he didn't treat him so well. He didn't know how to express his overwhelming gratitude in words, and he wanted to do his best to repay Principal Harris' kindness. , but don’t know where to start.

Pansy's mouth was slightly open at the side, and she was a little dumbfounded as she watched Alan completely win over Filch, as if he wanted to tear his heart out. This made the hair on Pansy's body stand up... But she didn't understand. Why did Allen spend so much thought on a squib that should be of no use to him at all.

Advertise, [\Mi\Mi\Reading\app\\] is really good, it’s worth pretending, after all, you can cache books and read aloud offline!