Chapter 1286 ? The Janitor's Christmas Gift

Argus Filch's breathing became thicker, he didn't care about being polite, his eyes looked at Allen in front of him for a moment, and his voice was a little distorted: "Principal Harris, you...you mean me ?…”

"Yes, now I have an idea and plan..." Allen leaned comfortably on the principal's chair, "She and I came up with an idea, and I will brew a kind of divine power that can be infused with Rowena. The potion...if our idea can be successful, it may be able to get you out of the situation you are in now...people."

The muscles of Filch's cheeks were trembling. Hearing the heavy news brought by Allen, all his unhappiness and embarrassment were forgotten by him at this moment. I have been an administrator for several years, watching others can cast magic every day, and those stains that I have worked so hard to remove often only need those wizards to wave their wands lightly... Even if there is Mr. Skillful Hand now, but This kind of envy and extravagance since he was sensible since he was a child still made him spend his savings to learn the quick spell reciting course, just for this matter.

"Filch...But this is just a hypothesis, although theoretically the success rate is very high..." Allen looked at the other party's reaction with some pity, "But after all, there may be some risks if it has not been tested."

"I'm not afraid of danger...Principal Harris..." Filch couldn't speak after barely pulling out some syllables. His lips opened and closed for a few seconds, and tears fell from his eyes.

The Hogwarts janitor was full of thoughts and emotions: it was his lifelong wish to be able to cast magic, and after a long search and constant disappointment and despair, this wish was almost completely wiped out, after all, he was so old . . . and now suddenly it is possible...

Filch wanted to speak, but he was choked up in his throat and couldn't say anything. Under the excitement, his body trembled slightly uncontrollably. His hands subconsciously exerted strength, and the knuckles protruded.

"Meow!" Mrs. Norris let out a shrill scream. It struggled under Filch's hands, and its claws grabbed Filch's hand until it was bloodshot, but Filch didn't seem to feel any pain at all. Yes, just choking on myself.

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

There was a sound of breathing in the portraits that were ordered by Allen not to speak freely, which made Pansy feel her heart beating non-stop: she could turn a squib into a wizard, the person in front of her The youngest principal is simply omnipotent.

But then Pansy thought that there was a god who was closely related to him standing behind him. Under such circumstances, how could the Dark Lord beat Harris? Obviously, there was only one dead end. Next time I see my father, I must Explain the interests to him clearly, let him take refuge as soon as possible, and resolutely draw him to Harris.

"Principal Harris, I'm not afraid of danger. If the days when I can't use magic can end, I'm willing to do anything, even if it takes my life in exchange for a temporary..." Filch said urgently, and then seemed to feel that he was too urgent and forcibly stopped Live this sobbing supplication,

"It's not such an exaggeration, calm down Argus..." Alan felt a little uncomfortable with the eager eyes of the tearful old man in front of him, "Actually, the danger should be no danger, but I can't guarantee success."

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

"But before this is done, there are indeed some equipment tasks that you need to complete by yourself..." Allen said while touching his chin.

Filch immediately said: "I'm willing to give my all for it...Principal Harris...I still have some savings..."

"No, I don't want you to pay everything or material things...Although the ingredients of this potion are very precious, don't forget that I have the Philosopher's Stone..." Alan took a sip of his drink and reminded Filch, who was already in a daze, Then he explained, "It's actually like this. As we said just now, this potion needs Rowena to inject some of her divine power to take effect... But her and I's primary goal now is to fight against the great evil 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 develop in the Muggle world...so if every squib has to be turned into a wizard to find If Rowena wants...you can't spend so much power against death on this matter...so Argus, what you need to do is the only thing you need to do...to believe in Ravenclaw sincerely, You said that the divine power that needs to be consumed has to be provided by yourself to this lady with your faith..."

Hearing that it was just offering faith, Filch's hanging heart fell. He had just thought about all possible harsh conditions, but he didn't expect it to be so simple. He didn't believe in anything other than Alan before. , and didn't care about those little wizards who blindly prayed in the school temple to believe in any goddess, but at this time it was about him, and he was even a little annoyed that he should have participated in the prayer early, maybe the faith he provided was enough to get back this kind of medicine.

"Argus, I have to remind you that belief is not an exchange, you have to believe in her spontaneously and sincerely...and if you are devout enough, maybe you can give it to you hundreds of times if you go once." Allen looked at the other party Reminding his mind, he turned his Coke glass calmly—it is inconvenient to say about magic enhancement potions. He hoped that Filch could set an example for other Squibs and become a stable source of faith for Luna. The source; and in this way, no one will be able to copy their potion after it is publicized, and they will stop their desire to simulate the development.

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

Somewhat unexpectedly, Allen captured his thoughts at this time:

As the gatekeeper of the school, even if the students are on vacation or go to Hogsmeade, he is always guarding Hogwarts. He has almost never gone out except to buy those cleanup supplies. Now he really wants to ask for leave to go to Lavon He prayed at the Shrine of Crowe, and in all these years at Hogwarts, he hadn't asked for a day off, because he had never done such a thing, and he didn't know how to speak.

"Argus, don't worry, 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 untimed one." During the holidays, you come back every day when you find time to arrange for the crafty gentlemen and arrange your own itinerary as you like...uh..." Allen, who was somewhat smiling, suddenly stopped, thinking that it would be difficult for Filch to use wizards because he is a squib without a wand It is obviously 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, and when you get there, I will explain As for the temple, when you finish your prayers for the day, they will be responsible for sending you back."

"You think too much for me, Principal Harris, but this road is not too difficult for me." Filch tried his best to suppress the urge to cry again, stood up and bowed low, "I can't let you bother about such trivial matters... 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 will take this way to the temple. Nothing difficult."

"It's still a bit far away, not to mention it's freezing cold outside. It may not be a big problem for young people to walk this far, but it's not suitable for old people. 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 the desk, quickly scratched it with the eagle quill, and then handed the note to To Filch, "I'll let Anka take you to teleport there now. When you come back, give this note to the people in the Temple of Harris, and they will call the airship for you. Also, Argus... I My friend, please forgive me for neglecting your questions in the past years. Come to my house for Christmas this year. There are dead knights guarding things that cannot be lost at school... This potion will be regarded as my Christmas gift to you in advance Christmas gift."

For Allen's continuous considerate actions, Filch finally couldn't control his emotions completely, and his nose burst out. He supported the raven-shaped leg of the table and cried loudly. Because his status as a Squib is a shame, and he has not treated him so well, he doesn't know how to express his gratitude beyond words, and he wants to do his best to repay Principal Harris' kindness , but don't know where to start.

Pansy's mouth was slightly open, and she was a little dumbfounded watching Allen completely win over Filch, as if he wanted to take out his heart, which made the hairs on Pansy's body stand on end... But she didn't understand, Why did Allen pay so much attention to a squib that should be of no use to him at all.