Hogwarts: The Savior's Strong Cousin

"You guys give us your opinion!"

"Forty-four blows to the neck from a blunt axe!"

"Doesn't this qualify me to join the Headless Hunter Team?"

Nearly Headless Nick angrily took out the letter and read it aloud.

"We - hereafter referring to the unanimous opinion of the members of this association, can only accept hunters whose heads and bodies are separated!"

“You can’t do Hunters activities like juggling with horseback heads or playing polo on your head!”

"So, we are very sorry to inform you! You do not meet our criteria! Best regards, Sir Patrick Podmore."

"There's only a little bit of skin, and some tendons connecting it! Isn't that the same as if it had fallen off completely?"

He stuffed the letter back into his clothes angrily. Obviously, Nick, who had vented his emotions, quickly regained his usual composure. He smiled and looked down at Harry.

"So - why are you worried? How can I help you?"

Harry snorted twice.

"Unless you can tell me where I can get seven free Nimbus 2001s—or better brooms. We're not picky."

Nearly Headless Nick wishes he could twist his nose off, like some famous person who had been in the spotlight last term.

Better than Nimbus 2001? And free?

You are really crazy, kid!

However, the two men and the ghost were having fun here when suddenly a soft cat meow was heard from the corner.

Mrs. Norris was walking towards us with a triumphant cat-like gait, shaking her shaggy flowery tail.

"Oh no, Filch has caught a cold these past two days and is in a bad mood."

"And a few third graders got the frog's brains all over the ceiling!"

"He spent the whole afternoon cleaning!"

"If he sees you making muddy water everywhere..."

Nick curled his lips and walked away leisurely.

Harry sighed. When he was unlucky, even drinking cold water would get stuck in his teeth. It seemed that he would have to go to Hermione's father, Mr. Granger, tomorrow - he was a dentist.

He was sighing here, and the cat was so scared that it wanted to dig its eyes out.

Oh my god! A troll has entered Hogwarts!

The cat just felt that its life was extremely boring. Why did it encounter this plague god tonight?

Wasn't he the one who covered his face and beat up Filch the hardest in the trophy room last year?

Looking at Dudley's honest face, which was faintly visible in the dim corridor light, Mrs. Norris's hair stood up. Seeing such a big guy in the middle of the night was like seeing something more terrifying and scary than a Dementor in the eyes of a cat!

"Dirty stuff! Dirt is everywhere!"

“It’s a mess everywhere!”

"I tell you, I've had enough! Potter, Dursley, come with me!"

Filch, who was furious, somehow managed to come out from behind a tapestry. His nose was as red as a big bayberry and his eyes were bulging out. He even ignored Dudley's intimidating figure and shouted at him.

But this is his power, and he is indeed qualified to punish students who violate school rules.

What's more, he has the right to be angry.

To be fair, even though Filch does not do any teaching work, he is an indispensable part of Hogwarts. Let's put it this way, he has to clean the corridors of the entire Hogwarts. For example, as Nick said, the mess caused by those students, doesn't Filch have to clean it up?

Poor him, a Squib who can't do any magic at all, but he has to do such trivial things. Dudley on the side couldn't help but lower his head. Although this old guy is always hated by students, and he himself is a bit psychologically abnormal because of his identity as a Squib, but a gentleman judges by deeds rather than intentions, he has objectively made a lot of contributions to Hogwarts.

The two of them didn't say anything and just followed Filch obediently.

The cat was stunned.

Is there a time when this giant monster can understand human language?

Licking her paws, Mrs. Norris looked at the pouring rain outside the castle with worry.

It looks like something bad is going to happen.

The insights of cats can never be understood by mortals.

Not to mention the sentimental cat, who was sad in the rainy night, Harry and Dudley stood in front of the crude desk with bitter faces. Filch angrily took out two forms and started writing in front of them.

"Name... Harry Potter... Dudley Dursley... Crime..."

"It's just a little mud!"

Dudley said nothing, as he was indeed in the wrong in this matter, but Harry had regained some strength and shouted a little louder.

"That's for you, kid! For me, it takes an hour to wash and scrub!"

"You little kids just don't know how to cherish the fruits of other people's labor..."

"Crime, defiling the castle, punishment suggested..."

Filch raised his head grimly and blew his nose vigorously.

Suddenly there was a loud noise outside, and the oil lamp in the room shook and almost fell to the ground.

"Peeves! You naughty little devils! I'm going to catch you this time!"

Argus Filch finally yelled angrily, and without caring about the two Harry brothers in front of him, he rushed out the door.

"Guess it's Nick who's helping us."

Dudley sank down in his chair.

"what is this?"

Harry looked down and saw a bulging envelope on the table. With silver lettering on a purple background, it read: Rapid Spells - Introductory Correspondence Course in Magic.

Dudley took one look and immediately started laughing like crazy.

So you guys in the magical world also have this kind of adult education when you go to school!

But if you think about it carefully, as a Squib, his status in the wizarding world is one level lower than that of a Muggle - this is difficult to evaluate, but at least for Filch, his identity as a Squib made him extremely inferior, so he really needed such a tutorial.

Harry was a brave man, and seeing that Filch would not be back for a while, he simply opened the envelope. The content on the first page was already very important.

"Do you feel like you can't keep up with the pace of the wizarding world?"

"Still looking for an excuse to refuse to perform simple magic?"

"Being laughed at for poor wand skills?"

"It's time for a change!"

"It's a magic course that works quickly, is easy to learn, and is foolproof. Even Muggles can easily master it!"

"About five hundred and fourteen wizards have benefited from it!"

Harry was very interested in reading and just went on. There was nothing new in the content. It was just about some witches who were laughed at by their families for not being able to remember spells and potions, and who had become the focus of everyone's attention since they started attending classes; or some wizards who were tired of their wives' ridicule, and who successfully turned their wives into yaks after attending classes. These stories seemed like boasting.

"Have you... have you... seen it?"

Filch's incoherent voice suddenly appeared at the door.

"No, I swear on my cousin's wand."

Harry lied quickly.

Filch was numb.

The letter is still in your hand!

It’s not a crime to be a dud!