My name is Snape at Hogwarts

Looking at Filch, whose expression had changed somewhat, Snape's smile grew wider.

"By the way, I should remind you, dedicated Mr. Filch." Snape looked at Filch and said, "If you can still read words, you should know that ropes are of no use to wizards. , the decomposition spell, the cutting spell, even the cleaning spell can be easily solved. As long as that wizard is not a fool."

Filch's face turned red after hearing Snape's words. Just as he was about to say something, Snape spoke again.

"Ah, I remembered." Snape raised his eyebrows, "Speaking of which, it seems that the dedicated Mr. Filch has never used magic when cleaning the castle? Look, what a great gentleman, he must have I'm afraid that the castle will be destroyed. Maybe I should try it too?"

"You talkative boy, you can shut up!" Filch growled through gritted teeth.

"Oh? Did I say something wrong?" Snape looked at Filch, and the smile on his lips became wider, "Or are you angry because you don't know magic?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, how pitiful!" Snape gave him a look of pity.

"I told you to shut up!" Filch gasped from his nostrils and stared at Snape fiercely. "I would like to thank you for reminding you. As a reward, your punishment can be replaced by a whip!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab Snape.

"Huh? Why are you not moving?" Snape looked at Filch curiously as if he didn't know anything, but his eyes were full of ridicule, "What a strong figure? You remind me of Hagrid's teeth. .”

"You dare to point your wand at me?" Filch squeezed out a sentence through his teeth, but he stopped moving forward. In front of his eyes, a wand with a faintly glowing tip was pointing at him.

"Perhaps, the rights given to you by Mr. Headmaster make you feel that you can forget yourself." Snape sneered, and the light on the tip of the wand became brighter and brighter. "However, I need to remind you, Mr. Filch, stay Your dedication, but before that, I hope you can learn something, such as how to be in awe!"

"Remember my advice, Mr. Filch." Snape put down his wand. "Although this is a school, there is no danger to you. Maybe it's just a joke of the students. It will cost you your life, if I were you, learn to respect it."

"Are you threatening me?" Filch looked at Snape fiercely, but there was a hint of complexity in his eyes.

"If you are not a troll, you should understand what I mean." Snape sneered, "Of course, you can also use it as a threat, whatever you want. I think it is necessary for me to remind you that this is the most dangerous place in the world. A good magic school, many potions masters graduated here."

"Squibs may not be unable to become wizards. Maybe one of the students here can solve this problem now or in the future. Your good attitude may not be an investment."

"Think about it for yourself. I don't want to say anything else." Snape waved his hand and continued to walk forward, saying, "Besides, Professor Flitwick has something to do with me today. , I don’t count night tours, it’s useless if you catch me!”

"Don't expect me to say thank you!" Filch whispered as he passed by.

"I have no intention of saying you're welcome." Snape replied calmly, and left regardless of Filch's complicated look behind him.

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"Meow--" Just as he reached a corner, another cat appeared.

I hate cats!Snape muttered to himself, looking at the familiar tabby cat, he subconsciously smiled: "Good evening, Professor McGonagall, are you going to the kitchen?"

"No, I just came out for some air." The tabby cat inflated like a balloon, twisted, and turned into Professor McGonagall.

"I just came out of Professor Flitwick's office, but I didn't see you." Snape said with a smile, "Would you like to walk together for a while?"

"Okay." Mag smiled and nodded, "Actually, I've been out for a while."

"Okay." Snape lightly shrugged, "I suggest you find something for a midnight snack. It's not that pleasant to go to bed hungry."

"Good advice." Mag smiled and nodded.

The two of them were walking and talking casually.

"I saw the conversation between you and Mr. Filch." McGonagall said with a smile, "Your way of handling it was a bit beyond my expectation. You don't seem to hate him as much as others?"

"No, I do hate him." Snape shook his head, "After all, this is a school, and anyone who treats students badly should be hated. I think the professor should think so too, right?"

"Okay, I admit that you are right." Mag chuckled and nodded, "But what you said was because you were thinking about him."

"Mr. Filch is also a member of Hogwarts, isn't he?" Snape nodded and acknowledged McGonagall's statement, "And, speaking of it, he is indeed a bit pitiful."

"Pity?" McGonagall raised an eyebrow, "This is the first time I heard this comment. Even Professor Dumbledore didn't say that."

"But, he gave Mr. Filch the kindness that belonged to him." Snape said softly, "Although this is also cruel, this may be exactly what Mr. Filch wants."

"Want to hear the details." Mag said with a smile.

"Squib, this word should be familiar to you." Snape said, seeing McGonagall nodding, he continued, "Being born in a magical family, being expected by the family, and also liking magic, in the end , but they don’t have any ability to use magic. Compared to Muggles, Squibs are even more pitiful.”

"Obviously, Mr. Filch should be a Squib." Snape continued, "In the wizarding world, Squibs themselves are discriminated against. Almost no wizards are willing to live with Squibs, let alone find them. A job where I can support myself.”

"Mr. Principal Dumbledore gave a Squib a job. This is a kind of kindness in itself, isn't it?" Snape said softly, "Moreover, it is in Hogwarts, which is loved by everyone, not only wizards. You like it here, and the Squibs are yearning for it even more, right?”

"I'm thinking that all the squibs were looking forward to the appearance of that owl, but the final result was to disappoint them. This is the holy place in their hearts."

"Although, it is really uncomfortable for Mr. Filch to see young wizards using magic freely every day." Snape smiled and looked at McGonagall, "However, compared to other squibs, he Very happy and lucky again.”

"I think what you said should be right." McGonagall thought for a moment, smiled and nodded, "Professor Dumbledore should be very happy that someone understands his thoughts."

"Maybe." Snape shrugged, "I'm already here, Professor. Thank you for walking with me for so long."

"No, I should be the one to thank you." Mag shook his head and said with a smile, "At least you let me know, and I should also understand Mr. Filch. Of course, the premise is that he can change. "

"That's the last thing!" Snape smiled and nodded.