Chapter 318

He shook off his sleeve and then turned and left.

The face that turned around was a bit complex.

Sincere?

What sincerity is there in this world?

Darren showed a nervous expression, and he walked slowly into Filch's office.

It did look dirty and messy here.

Because there were many sundries collected here.

And chains stained with blood.

A thick smell of fried fish in the air.

Making one a bit nauseous.

Filch didn't come in, don't know where he went.

Darren looked around, then tapped the table with his wand and whispered: "Clean and hygienic."

This was a spell he had just invented recently.

The spell Scourgify cleaned it too cleanly.

Making it obvious it was caused by magic.

But the clean and hygienic spell tended more towards the degree of manual cleaning; it didn't clean it too cleanly, looking like the effect of trying hard to wipe for a long time but still not quite clean.

This was the spell Darren got while experimenting with Scourgify.

He didn't know what this spell was for, but he firmly believed that all spells could find their use.

For example, didn't it come in handy now?