[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-hogwarts-learning-panel":3,"chapter-hogwarts-learning-panel-hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-103":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Hogwarts Learning Panel",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2250341,4210,"Chapter 103: Filch","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-103",103,"\u003Cp>Wizard Sean didn’t know them; he guessed they were second-year wizards, but that didn’t stop him from dismantling each of the minor curses they’d cast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Mrs. Norris puffing out her breath and the Transfigured boar ready to pounce at his feet, the young wizards couldn’t advance or retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing their utter panic, Wizard Sean knew he’d made a strong impression, and silently stepped aside from the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young wizards were overjoyed; one boy even stammered a promise he’d never return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene inside the office was horrifying—a stench so foul it spread over five meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mud was smeared across the walls, and the cabinets had somehow been overturned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Norris stopped puffing, rubbed her head against Wizard Sean’s cheek, and led him to a wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a faint rumbling, a fireplace suddenly appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed hidden to prevent young wizards from vandalizing this essential fixture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it dispelled Wizard Sean’s chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean stroked Mrs. Norris’s fluffy head again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【You earned the affection of the magical creature Catlyss (Mrs. Norris) at an expert level—Proficiency +50】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Magical Creature Catlyss (Mrs. Norris): Not Affectionate (70\u002F90)】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Apprentice-level affection for a magical creature unlocks the Apprentice title in the Magical Creature field】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the system prompt, Wizard Sean raised his wand—but before he could utter a spell, a man with a thick plaid scarf wrapped around his head suddenly appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Filch screamed in a frenzy:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn filthy things!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes bulged terrifyingly, his double chin trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Filth everywhere! Everything in chaos! I’ll report this to the Headmaster—I swear I will!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Wizard Sean felt he might be misunderstood—but fortunately, Mr. Filch recognized his face and fell silent for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mrs. Norris leapt onto his shoulder, and he finally stammered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wizard Sean Green?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s me, Mr. Filch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, yes, I mean—thank you, Green…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean nodded. Clearly, Mrs. Norris and Mr. Filch shared an unspoken bond; otherwise, he’d have been wrongly accused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go on, Green—hurry along…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His rage still burned as he chased after Mrs. Norris.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he returned, Wizard Sean saw his twisted, bitter face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, Wizard Sean felt he understood Filch’s harshness anew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His job was caretaker of Hogwarts, responsible for keeping the ancient castle clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But consider: managing the chaos caused by a group of magical, energetic teenagers—Peeves’s pranks, the Weasley twins’ fireworks, students littering dungbombs—without magic, how crushing a task that must be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His anger and bitterness were, in some way, byproducts of this “difficult job.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But outside Hogwarts, where else would hire a Squib?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean thought silently, lowered his wand, and left Mr. Filch’s office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left alone, Mr. Filch stood frozen, staring at his now spotless office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wizard Sean Green?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean heard a voice behind him—he turned. It was Mr. Filch, chasing after him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Filch?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The castle’s ground was always hard and cold; when the biting wind cut through the corridors and scraped Mr. Filch’s throat, all he saw was the young wizard’s brilliant green eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s raining outside—damp and windy. Dress warmer, Green.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Filch’s lips trembled, and that was all he managed to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’ll be good weather soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean heard himself say, smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a Squib who longed for magic, this cramped life didn’t end with reward for suffering, nor with operatic grandeur—it ended in death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Wizard Sean tried to be natural, expressionless; he knew, as a wizard, he couldn’t laugh too loudly—it would only awaken others’ pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unconsciously, Wizard Sean had passed curfew—but Mr. Filch showed no intention to catch him; even Mrs. Norris merely purred, chewing on a dried fish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You saw it—the office, ah, the fireplace…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mr. Filch couldn’t bring himself to thank him; from the start, he’d had enough of those with magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He despised them, disliked them—he’d never gained a single benefit from magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those wizards either looked down on him or ignored him; he’d rather be hated than pitied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today—he felt something new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, I heard you learned another spell, Green?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Finite Incantatem, sir—it ends others’ spells.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, good, very good…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered to himself and returned to his office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, he seemed to remember something, stepping out with a crumpled scarf in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I mean—the scarf—if…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean, shivering in the night’s cold, accepted it with quiet delight:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Mr. Filch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I mean—of course, you’re welcome.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weather grew worse, and Wizard Sean, naturally, grew colder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hogwarts uniforms came with woolen underlayers, but one sweater alone was far too thin for the biting wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, Wizard Sean’s single layer was too thin, too old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he stood before a Mirror of Erised now, he’d see a thick, large woolen sweater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Wizard Sean relied more on the fireplace; sometimes Hermione wondered if he’d dropped something in it—why else was he always in front of it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staff lounge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before a hideous wardrobe crammed with teachers’ robes, Professor Flitwick smiled as Wizard Sean ran up from behind two talking stone gargoyles:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Finite Incantatem seems well learned, Mr. Green.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Flitwick waved his wand—no incantation spoken—and a thick stream of water burst from its tip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Finite Incantatem!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wizard Sean swung his wand—the water vanished. Since he’d swiftly countered Seamus’s Aqua Eructo in class, the professor had begun these impromptu duels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d grown used to the professor’s sudden spells; notably, they’d greatly improved his real-world spellcasting skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least now, when the professor gestured, Wizard Sean could instantly recognize the spell and counter it with Finite Incantatem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excellent, Mr. Green. But the Disillusionment Charm is difficult—are you certain you want to learn it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Flitwick said in his high, thin voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One more chapter coming later\u003C\u002Fp>",944,"2026-06-19T10:00:40.768Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","210b95aa5e01f361c2d1d0ea8e4a417e56cbc1ab517233f4f9aaaad4483ba909","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-104","hogwarts-learning-panel-chapter-102",526,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhogwarts-learning-panel-cover.jpg"]