Chapter 180

Sean didn't recognize them; he guessed they were second-year wizards, but that didn't stop him from disrupting every minor hex they cast,

and paired with the panting Mrs. Norris and the Transfigured wild boar ready to strike at his feet, the young wizards were stuck between advancing and retreating.

Sean watched them in extreme panic, and knowing he had likely left a deep impression on them, he silently moved away from the door.

The young wizards were overjoyed, and one young wizard even tremblingly promised he wouldn't come back again.

Sean nodded.

The scene inside the office was shocking, with a stench strong enough to spread five meters away.

The walls were smeared with mud, and the cabinets had been overturned for some reason.

Mrs. Norris stopped panting, rubbed against Sean's face, and led him to the side of a wall.

With a faint rumbling sound, a fireplace actually appeared here.

It seemed it had been hidden to prevent young wizards from causing damage to this indispensable item.

But regardless, this dispelled Sean's chill.

Sean patted Mrs. Norris's furry head again.

【You have gained the affinity of the magical creature Kneazle (Mrs. Norris) by expert standards, proficiency +50】

【Magical Creature Kneazle (Mrs. Norris): Not Close (70/90)】

【Apprentice-level magical creature affinity, can unlock the Apprentice-level title in the Magical Creature field】

Listening to the panel's prompt, Sean raised his wand, but before he could chant the spell, a person with a thick plaid scarf tied around their head suddenly appeared.

Mr. Filch shouted as if he had gone mad:

"Damned filthy things!"

His eyes were bulging frighteningly, the flesh on his double chin trembling,

"Filth everywhere, a mess everywhere! Let me tell you, I will definitely report this to the Headmaster!"

At this moment, Sean felt somewhat unable to explain himself, but fortunately, Mr. Filch suddenly fell silent for a moment after seeing his face.

Mrs. Norris jumped onto his shoulder, and he finally said tremblingly:

"Sean Green?"

"It's me, Mr. Filch."

"Ah, um, I mean, alright, thank you, Green..."

Sean nodded; it seemed Mrs. Norris truly was in tune with Mr. Filch, otherwise he would definitely have been misunderstood.

"Go on, Green, hurry up and go..."

His rage was still surging, and he chased out with Mrs. Norris.

When he returned, Sean saw his twisted, resentful face.

For a moment, Sean seemed to have a new understanding of his bitterness.

His job was as the caretaker of Hogwarts, responsible for maintaining the cleanliness of this ancient castle.

But think about it: without magic, managing the chaos caused by a group of energetic, magic-wielding teenagers (like Peeves's pranks, the Weasley twins' fireworks, and the Dungbombs students threw everywhere) was a task that would make anyone break down.

His anger and bitterness were, to some extent, a byproduct of this "difficult job."

But once he left Hogwarts, what place would be willing to give a "Squib" a job?

Sean thought silently, put away his wand, and left Mr. Filch's office.

Leaving behind Mr. Filch, who stood stunned at the sight of his office being cleaned anew.

"Sean Green?"

Sean heard a voice behind him, and when he turned back, it was Mr. Filch who had chased him out.

"Mr. Filch?"

The castle grounds were always hard and cold, and as the biting wind pierced the corridor and cut through Filch's throat, he could only see the young wizard's brilliant green eyes before him.

"It's raining outside, damp and windy; dress warmly, Green."

Mr. Filch trembled his lips, and in the end, only said this one sentence.

"There will be good weather."

He heard Sean say with a smile.

For a Squib who longed for magic, this cramped life did not end as a reward for the suffering endured, nor did it end with the grandeur of an opera, but was terminated by death.

Therefore, Sean tried to make himself as natural as possible, expressionless; he knew that possessing magic, he could not laugh too loudly, or he would always wake the pain of others.