Chapter:13

At the beginning of the school year, the professors handed over to the new wizard basically theoretical things. Solim was already familiar with them, so he had free rein for spending a lot of his time in the very relaxed environment he was in at the moment.

This morning, what Solim was looking forward to had been delivered by the owl. All day on Friday they only have classes in the morning, and Solim has free time in the afternoon and evening.

After lunch, Solim began to search for someone on campus-Filch.

Filch was the janitor of Hogwarts. He was a very bad- tempered, annoying man, and his hobby was to go against his students. Filch had a cat named Lady Noris, which was almost all of his spiritual sustenance. Like Filch, it spends its days wandering the corridors of the castle, and will quickly rush to the scene of the incident whenever it notices a student making the slightest mess.

Filch is a Squib, meaning that he comes from a wizarding family but does not know magic. This situation also contributed to his terrible personality and hatred towards the new wizards to a certain extent. The ceiling of his office was covered with chains and handcuffs that he had polished so that he could punish students for disciplinary offense if he got his permission, which was his favorite thing to do.

Solim sought out Filch for one reason: he was a Squib.

Seriously, it's hard to find Filch when you're not in trouble. Solim had already wandered around, still not seeing Filch or Lady Noris. After asking seven or eight portraits, Solim finally found Filch, who was cleaning up graffiti on the walls.

Filch is already very old. He can't use magic, only brushes and detergents to deal with dirt, not like a wizard:

"Clean up!".

Filch quickly turned his head to stare at Solim, who he thought was a new trick.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Filch". Solim put away his wand.

"Get out of here, boy!" Filch limped over with a long-handled brush. "Don't try to laugh at me!. "

"I didn't mean to laugh at you, Filch. I just wanted to talk to you. "

"Get out of here before I hang you up!" Filch yelled at Solim viciously.

"Don't you want to use magic like a wizard?" Solim said with a smile, "I'll get straight to the point, my sister is a Squib like you, and I want to help her gain the ability to use magic." And at this point, you can help me, who is also a squib. "

Solim looked at Filch, who was motionless with a brush, and said, "Why don't we have a good talk in your office? I don't have classes this afternoon or evening, and if I want to have fun, I won't be Hehe, what do you say?".

When Filch knew he was a Squib, he felt that the whole world had lost its color, and he was born pure-blooded, but he was a Squib. I can only watch others use magic, feel the disgust of my family, and feel the ridicule of others. Filch didn't think of a way, but no matter how hard he tried, even if he abused himself, he couldn't make his magic awaken. Slowly, Filch gave up and went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to work as a janitor under the family's arrangement. No one ever cared about Filch, no one ever cared about him, and he never had a friend in his more than fifty years of life. But today there was a little wizard who was willing to help him, even if he was just a test for the other party, Filch did not want to give up this opportunity, no matter how slim the chance, Filch was willing to try. He knew that if he were a wizard, his life would be completely different.

"If you let me know you're kidding me...".

Filch's office is a small room with an oil lamp hanging from the ceiling and the smell of grilled fish. Inside, there is a filing cabinet for student infraction records. Looking at this room, you can know what Filch's status is at Hogwarts, there are so many empty classrooms and empty rooms in the school, the environment is much better than this cabin, but the school only gave him such a small room.

"Come on, Filch, time is precious". Solim pulled out the package he had received this morning.

"Before we begin, Mr. Filch," Solim explained to Filch as he unpacked, "you see, there are two types of Squibs. "

Those who come from a wizarding family and are unable to use magic are called Squibs. Squibs and Muggles have the same thing in that they can't use magic, but the difference is that Squibs have magical powers. Thanks to his magical powers, Squibs were able to see magical creatures like Dementors that Muggles couldn't see.

But a squib and a muggle are different. Some squibs can't use magic because they are not talented enough, and the poor magic power in their bodies can't produce a magic riot, and some are too talented, and a lot of magic power has accumulated in their bodies, and on the premise of not becoming silent, a riot of a large amount of magic power will cause irreversible damage to the little wizard's body, and the body will subconsciously choose not to vent magic power in this case that is, magic riots.

The first thing Solim needs to determine is what kind of situation Filch falls into, whether he became a Squib because of too little mana, or if he didn't have a mana riot when he was a child.

"Come, drink this potion, Mr. Filch, it's a magic potion". Solim explained to Filch, "Drink it and tell me how you feel." "

The magic reaction potion will reflect the amount of the subject's magic power, and is generally used to test the magic power contained in the potion material or alchemy material.

(End of the chapter).

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