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After carefully checking Remy up and down, Dumbledore found no abnormalities, so he changed a method - using his own magic power to invade Remy.

This immediately caused a violent reaction from Mo Bao.

Dumbledore's magic power had just entered Remy's body when a terrifyingly huge amount of magic power emitted from Remy's body. A foot thick protective shield.

Dumbledore's hand was immediately bounced away, and there was even a slight pain in his palm.

"It seems that this magic treasure has a strong sense of sovereignty... This is not a good sign." Dumbledore thought with a frown.

Although this way Remy can be protected more comprehensively, even mental magic should not be able to affect Remy, but this also means that the magic weapon really has its own consciousness, and it is vaguely beyond the scope of instinct.

But it is not considered autonomous consciousness, it is still just a passive reaction.

"Have you finished the examination? I still have to go back to class." Remy said.

"Didn't I tell you that you don't need to take flying lessons in the future?"

"How can that be done? I love studying! Studying also loves me! If I don't study for a day, I will feel uncomfortable all over!"

"...With all due respect, I really don't see anything like you being a student who loves to learn."

"So it's time for you to change your glasses. Do you want me to help you make a new pair of glasses with a telescope function?"

"No, you...well, if you want to go to class, go to class first."

Oh hoo?

Let me go so easily?

Remy was overjoyed and hurriedly said goodbye to Dumbledore and left the principal's office.

It was also stressful for him to be in front of Dumbledore, especially when Dumbledore kept looking at him with a scrutinizing look.

What Remy didn't know was that Dumbledore also left the principal's office not long after he left the principal's office, and he went to find Nico Flamel to inquire further about the situation.

After leaving the principal's office and heading to the flying lesson venue, Remy was stunned for a moment as soon as he walked around a corner. Filch across from him was also stunned. Mrs. Norris at his feet was even more stunned and then hurriedly hid in Filch's lap. later.

"What a coincidence, Mr. Filch, are you patrolling again?" Remy greeted.

"Yes, but it should be class time now, right? It seems that you have brought glory to Gryffindor House again." Filch said.

"You can't say that. Gryffindor has so many points, it's not easy for me to deduct them all." Remy said with a smile: "Just in time, I need your help with something."

"Hmph, I don't have time to play house with you."

Filch snorted and walked past Remy, just as he was about to pass...

"Wouldn't you like to have the ability to cast spells?"

Filch's pupils shrank suddenly and he stopped immediately.

Gudong~

Subconsciously swallowing, Filch's face suddenly showed a trace of panic, and his hands involuntarily reached for his pocket.

"I don't understand what you're talking about," Filch said.

"is it?"

Remy took two steps back and looked at Filch with half-smiling eyes. Filch was so uncomfortable that he didn't even dare to look at him, and he was even slightly annoyed.

Seeing that Filch was about to explode, before he could explode, Remy spoke first to interrupt his spellcasting.

"My teacher invented a magic card that doesn't require waving a wand or chanting a spell. It can release magic as long as it has magic power."

"And I invented a glove that can autonomously absorb the wearer's magic power and transmit it to the designated target."

"The two work together. As long as you have magic power in your body, you can use them to release magic even if you can't control or even perceive it."

Hearing Remy's words, Filch was stunned for a moment, and then his Adam's apple kept moving up and down.

He opened his mouth, but his throat felt dry before he could speak.

He said intermittently in a hoarse and slow voice: "Then...that...please ask...I..."

"Oh, look, Mr. Filch, I am encountering some difficulties and need a little help. I wonder if you would like to be Fatty Blue and lend a helping hand to me?" Remy asked.

huh~~~

Heaving a long sigh of relief, Filch's face showed deep confusion.

"Well...Mr. Barrett, I'm afraid I can't convince the professors not to deduct points. I'm just the castle administrator, just a servant." Filch said.

"Points deducted? Points deducted for what?"

Remy blinked in realization.

"I'm not asking you to help find the professor to plead for mercy. In fact, I just came from the principal's office. Principal Dumbledore has approved that I don't need to take flying lessons, charms classes, and transfiguration classes."

"I don't have to go to the classes they need to take, and I won't be deducted points for their behavior. Skip classes freely, with the principal's permission!"

"If you don't believe it, you can go to the principal's office and ask Principal Dumbledore!"

Seeing Remy's arrogant and coaxing look, Filch was stunned for a moment, and then he had many doubts, the biggest of which was...

"Then what do you want me to do for you?" Filch asked.

"Well, my auxiliary spell-casting gloves still need further improvement. There is an urgent need to solve the power problem - that is, the speed of absorbing magic power - I am not sure whether people like you have as much magic power as real adult wizards, so it is necessary You kind of come in and run the experiment to collect the data and refine it further,” Remy said.

After hearing what Remy said, Filch's eyes suddenly lit up: "I do! Mr. Barrett!"

You want a hammer!

Remy rolled his eyes, but he understood what Filch really wanted.

"As long as you are willing, when the product is perfected and enters mass production, I will write your name into the directory of R&D personnel, and then you will be able to go down in history." Remy said.

"No, no, no... no need." Filch waved his hands in flattery, "As long as you can sell me one... I'm willing to pay any price!"

Hey, I feel relieved with your words!

Remy's eyes lit up.

He hasn't even produced the product yet, let alone letting Filch try it out. Under such circumstances, Filch readily agreed and said he was willing to pay any price, which is enough to illustrate the attraction of the auxiliary spell-casting gloves to Squib.

The market is clear and there is enough room for a premium. It would be unreasonable not to mass-produce this product!

"In that case, come with me. We will first test out the most suitable magic extraction speed, and then I will study how to reduce costs... Ahem, I mean study how to mass-produce high-quality and low-priced finished products, eh ,That's it."

After coughing twice, Remy quickly changed the subject and explained to him the process and precautions during the test, and took Filch to his laboratory.

To be precise, Filch took him there.

Filch was much more familiar with the layout of Hogwarts Castle than he was.