Chapter 114 Filch's Secret

Chapter 114 Filch's Secret

Surrounded by rows of wooden filing cabinets, all placed against the wall. Harry knew that these filing cabinets contained details of the students Filch had punished. The twin brothers' information occupies a huge drawer. On the wall behind Filch's desk was a new set of shiny handcuffs, shackles, and chains of torture.

As you all know, Filch often asked Professor Dumbledore for permission to throw his students upside down with their shackles and hang them upside down from the ceiling.

If possible, after he hangs the students upside down from the ceiling, he also wants to continue to punish the students. Maybe bloodletting, maybe something else.

Although Dumbledore has not agreed for the time being, Filch has been carefully maintaining his torture instruments and polishing them brightly. Just waiting for one day to come in handy, the only thing in the whole room that is clean and dazzling is this set of torture tools.

Harry wondered why Dumbledore would allow such a place in the school. He didn't know why Filch, who wasn't allowed to have a little dirt outside, would make his office as dirty and messy as a clutter pile. But he knew that this time he seemed to be out of luck.

Filch grabbed a quill from a pen holder on the desk and shuffled through the cluttered room looking for parchment.

"Damn it," he snapped, "frog brains... rat guts... big squeaking slugs... I've had enough... only dead students are good students... I want them to remember what it's like to be wrong...forms...I need forms..."

He rummaged through the boxes, finally found the parchment in the desk, spread the parchment, picked up the long quill pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write.

"Criminal: Harry Potter...crime:..."

"Just a little bit of mud." Harry was also annoyed, he just finished training a little bit of mud, not to mention that he was just passing through the corridor, which was treated as a criminal by Filch.

"You only see a little bit of mud, and of course you only see a little bit of dirt." Filch's voice raised his tone word by word, his voice rising from everyday speech to shouting.

"But what about me, I need to scrub and scrub, with that damn rag, with that damn towel, I'm going to be busy for a fucking hour." Filch's voice sounded like an extension to the airtight room. Like a sound spell, his distorted expression was disgusting, and a disgusting drop of snot was shaking on the tip of his nose.

"Crime: Defile the Castle... Penalty Suggestions..."

Filch sucked the snot down his nose,

He narrowed his eyes and looked fiercely at Harry.

Just as Filch was about to write, there was a sudden loud noise from the ceiling of the office, "Bang!" The old oil lamp was shaken by the shock.

"Peeves, god damn Peeves!" Filch roared loudly, and slammed the quill on the table in a fit of rage. "I must catch you this time, and I will never let you go!"

Peeves is a ghost in the academy that focuses on mischief, smiling and mischievous all day long. It is always jumping up and down in the air, causing trouble everywhere, constantly creating disasters and misfortunes.

Harry had never liked Peeves, but this time he was sincerely grateful for Peeves, and this time it was just in time, and Peeves took him away from Filch.

Peeves seemed to smash a big thing this time, hopefully that would keep Filch from caring about him. It'd be best if the two of them could fight, fight hard, fight like hell, so he could get away quietly.

But now, Harry feels that he can only wait for Filch to come back for the time being, and the current mess is not enough to make Filch forget about him.

Harry sat down in a rickety chair by the desk, where there was something else besides his half-filled form. A bulging purple envelope with silver lettering on it, Harry glanced cautiously at the door, Filch didn't look like he was coming back.

He picked up the envelope, which read, Quickly chant an introductory correspondence course in magic. Harry was a little confused, a class he had never heard of.

He opened the envelope, which contained a bundle of parchment. The first page of the paper is printed in silver swashes again:

Are you still worried about not keeping up with the rhythm of the modern wizarding world? Are you still making excuses for not performing simple magic? Are you still being ridiculed for your poor wand technique?

Then you need it, fast mantra is foolproof, quick mantra works quickly, quick mantra is easy to learn. Brand new course, wholehearted service, gold teacher, diamond professor. Hundreds of thousands of wizard students have changed their lives and changed their destiny from the course of fast spell recitation.

Letter from Top Hill's nasty cadet: "I can't remember the spells, and the potions I concoct are made fun of by the whole family. Now, after a semester-long course of fast spells, I use They beat them so hard that I can now do whatever I want with all the magic in the house.

Letter from Dietzbury's Troubleshooter: "My wife used to laugh at my lame magic skills, saying I was stupid like a yak. ​​But after a month of quick spells, I turned her into a successful Turned into a yak! Now she won't call me stupid again."

Harry was also attracted by this magical advertisement, and he tapped his fingers, carefully flipping through the other parchments in the envelope. Why did Filch go to this quick spell training class? Or is he not a normal wizard?

Speaking of which, Harry hadn't really seen Filch using a spell. He scrubbed the floor and cleaned everything with rags, towels, and brooms. Arranging students to scrub labor, it is forbidden for them to use magic. Everyone believed that he had a special problem before, but now it seems that, or he simply does not have the ability to use magic to clean up?

Harry looked around at Filch's filthy, cluttered office, and nodded to himself, very likely. He looked down at the content on the parchment again, "Lesson 1: A few tips for using a magic wand", when there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside. It was Filch who was back.

He hurriedly stuffed the parchment back into the envelope and threw it back on the table, just as he had done this when the door opened.

Filch looked as if he had gained a lot, "That vanishing cabinet is very precious." He couldn't hold back his excitement and said to Mrs Norris, "Now we can finally let that pesky Peeves get away from him. School fuck off, darling."

As soon as his eyes fell on Harry, he suddenly thought of something, and immediately turned his eyes to the fast-chanting envelope in shock. Harry also noticed that it was now placed on the table, two feet away from the original position, "This is over." Harry's face also turned ugly.

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