The Mightiest Aurors of Hogwarts

After saying goodbye to Miss Granger, Aesop walked towards the castle entrance while constructing a prototype of magic in his mind.

When he was about to step out of the castle, he sighed and seemed to finally wake up from his meditation: "If you don't come out, I will leave, sir."

A thin cat with surprisingly big eyes ran over and squatted at Aesop's feet, looking up curiously at the young wizard in front of him.

Then a figure timidly walked out from the corner - it was the administrator of Hogwarts, Argus Filch.

"You followed me all the way." Although there was a smile on Aesop's face, it felt extremely cold.Neither when he was in school nor now, he had no interaction with the castle caretaker.

Filch put his trembling hands behind his back uneasily: "Yes, sir, I see you are thinking, so I don't dare to disturb you. A great wizard like you must be thinking about extremely important things."

Obviously, this administrator is not good at flattering, and the flattering expression on his face is too deliberate.

"Great can be used to describe the four founders of Hogwarts, it can be used to describe Mr. Flamel who gave up the Philosopher's Stone, and it can be used to describe Principal Dumbledore who single-handedly deterred two generations of Dark Lords, but it is not suitable. Put it on me."

Filch immediately said: "For people like us, you are comparable to..."

People like you?Yes, Filch seems to be a squib.

Aesop interrupted him: "So, do you want to follow me all the way?"

Filch hesitated for a long time. The hesitation was not because he didn't know whether to say it, but because he was too afraid to accept a negative answer.

"I heard you could make someone like me, the Squib, also use magic."

He was ready to be disappointed again, and he also knew that the other party would probably deny it directly. It was just because of a certain obsession that gave his skinny and disgusting face a sympathetic look, as if... A drowning dog.

Unexpectedly, Aesop nodded directly. He patted "Mrs. Norris" on the head and motioned it to return to its owner.

The cat nuzzled Filch's trouser leg very intelligently.

Aesop looked at the squib administrator of Hogwarts in front of him: "I heard that you were present when Harry Potter made Professor Snape faint a few days ago, but you didn't stop him. To cause trouble for them afterwards. I think you confirmed my identity after this incident."

The one who gave the Squib the ability to cast spells.

Filch nodded: "Yes, sir. Because of my status as a Squib, I received a lot of discrimination in the magical world and lived a wandering and helpless life. Until with the help of the Squib Supporters Association, I obtained the right to come to Huo Gwartz got the opportunity to interview, and then I settled down.”

Aesop did not interrupt him. Filch swallowed and continued: "I am very grateful for their help. Although the president of the Squib Supporters Association at the time has passed away, I still have contact with Mr. Hoffman. , there are still a few people in the association who can be considered friends. You know, wizards look down on people like us, so they can only hug each other for warmth."

"Some time ago, a secret began to spread in the association - as long as you have enough points, you can obtain the ability to cast spells from a wizard with black and white eyes." When he said this, the squib's body began to visibly tremble. .

What makes a Squib willing to endure the ubiquitous discrimination, the contempt in the eyes of countless young wizards and the endless pranks to stay here?

"I originally thought it was just a nonsense, thinking that those guys were finally tortured crazy by the thoughts in their heads, but so many people are talking about it in private, and there are even rumors that some people have succeeded..."

Aesop nodded: "And that day, you did see one black eye and one white eye on Harry's face."

Looking at the expression on the face of the young wizard in front of him, Filch trembled uncontrollably, not knowing whether it was because of fear or excitement: "Yes, sir. I clearly remember the appearance of these naughty students - Harry Potter, The way his eyes were originally. But I know that the person who can give Squib the ability to cast spells is definitely not him, but he must have a deep relationship with him. "

"A very smart inference." Aesop smiled, "So you gave up embarrassing Mr. Potter in order not to offend the wizard standing behind him, that is, me?"

"Yes, Mr. Green, great wizard, I thought the one who could cast that magic should be your descendant..."

Heir? I'm not old enough to need a successor yet.However, Iron Triangle did learn his own [Qi-Wang Curse], the first magic he invented in this world.

But this makes sense, why Mr. Filch is unwilling to testify for Professor Snape to identify the Iron Triangle. Obviously, for a squib, the desire for spellcasting ability far exceeds the favor of Dean Slytherin. .

Moreover, for dear Professor Snape, it was obviously not a shameful thing to be knocked unconscious when using Legilimency on a student, so the incident passed silently with the tacit understanding of both parties.

If Professor Lupine hadn't told him afterwards, Aesop would not have known about it.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Dean, I accidentally tricked you again.

"Then..." Filch crossed his arms uneasily.

"Filch, many things in this world have a price. Books recording knowledge cost two gold galleons, and a Daily Prophet costs two copper knuts. So what about you, Filch, are you willing to pay? At what price do you pay for the ability to cast spells as a squib?"

Aesop turned and walked towards the gate of the castle, as if he was the master here.

What price are you willing to pay, and what price can you pay?

When the opportunity he had longed for all his life actually appeared in front of him, Filch's head felt as if he had been hit by a giant hammer, and he did not react for a long time.

"All, sir," Filch murmured.

"Everyone! Sir!" Filch suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs.

Mrs. Norris let out a scream, obviously frightened by her master's appearance, but her claws still held Filch's trouser legs firmly.

Aesop did not stop, and a black and white chain emerged from the button in front of him like a snake, piercing through Filch's body at an extremely fast speed.

The chains slowly faded - Filch felt that something was spreading from his chest, something cold and hot at the same time.

This is... magic!

The majestic and endless magic power is as beautiful as the most unbridled dream I have ever had countless times.

Two lines of tears flowed down Filch's dry and thin cheeks. At this moment, he had the urge to wave his wand and cast spells to his heart's content!

"Remember your promise, Filch."

It seems like the threat of a snake, the bewitchment of a fox, the cunningness of a businessman, and the majesty of a king.

"Yes, sir."