Chapter 198: Untouchable Hand

Saturday night was unusually noisy.

This was because the wizards who went to Hogsmeade village returned to Hogwarts with the lingering excitement.

Whenever this happened, Mr. Filch would be very busy; he always had to be on guard against those mischievous young wizards, especially those two daring red-headed wizards.

These two wizards caused him to be very disgusted with all red-headed wizards.

When Mr. Filch finished his day's work and was preparing to return to that dim caretaker's office, Sean had just finished brewing a pot of 【Proficient】 level Swelling Solution and was passing by here.

Above the Potions section in his notebook, his progress in spells over the recent period was written.

Muffliato was already 【Proficient】, and Finite Incantatem had reached 【Expert】. Now Sean could easily terminate Jia Siting's Levitation Charm without chanting.

Professor Flitwick used some small hexes to train his actual combat, and these hexes were all dissolved by him without exception.

So the Professor applied some low-power jinxes, and Sean barely blocked them. However, if he chanted the spell, Sean's Finite Incantatem could block almost all jinxes, and even some weaker curses couldn't break through Sean's defense line.

Now he could say that among the first-year young wizards, no one could break through his defense.

Combined with Transfiguration and spell combination techniques, he seemed to be able to beat lower-year young wizards back and forth without turning.

But if he faced those high-year wizards, the outcome would be hard to say.

So Sean had never stopped his steps. Once Muffliato reached Expert, he would be able to unlock a new spell title and enhance his spell talent.

And continue to combine his spell combinations to strengthen his combat power.

The corridor was cold and clear, and Sean once again didn't see Mrs. Norris.

Senior Bruce and Sean had agreed on a time, a full two hours later than most returning wizards.

Senior Bruce explained: "It's two hours of speed."

Senior Leon wanted to turn back to Hogwarts Castle before he finished speaking, as if Senior Bruce was about to sprinkle itching powder into the hat of the Zonko's Joke Shop owner, and then he was dragged away by Senior Bruce with a grunt.

There was still a while before the agreed time, and Sean heard the happy laughter of young wizards coming from the caretaker's office again.

He sighed slightly—no young wizard ever hated Mr. Filch forever, but there were always young wizards who hated Mr. Filch.

After cleaning the office, Sean put away his wand neatly.

Thanks to the widespread use of the Scourgify spell, Sean's Scourgify was already 【Proficient】. Presumably, it wouldn't be long before he could be like the professors, with a wave of his wand, the ground would be clean.

Looking at the wooden cabinet that had collapsed again, Sean used the Repairing Charm he had learned not long ago:

"Reparo!"

The wooden cabinet was like time flowing backward; all the cracks from top to bottom were restored, and the wood chips on the ground also flew back into the cabinet.

A fantastic scene...

Sean raised the corners of his mouth; he would always be excited by magic.

Leaving the office silently, Sean heard a loud cat meow. He squatted down, waiting for Mrs. Norris to pounce on him.

Perhaps because Sean always helped Mr. Filch clean the office, making Mrs. Norris worry less; or perhaps because Jia Siting's dried fish were rich in nutrition...

In short, Mrs. Norris was fat. When she stepped back and forth on Sean's shoulder, Sean clearly felt she was a bit heavier.

【You have gained the closeness of the magical creature Kneazle (Mrs. Norris) with Proficient standards, proficiency +10】

【Magical creature Kneazle (Mrs. Norris): Not close (80/90)】

【Apprentice-level magical creature closeness, can unlock the Apprentice-level title in the Magical Creatures field】

It was just a little bit away from unlocking the magical creature talent. Sean silently took out the dried fish Jia Siting had just made from his bag; it was apple-flavored...

It could only be said that magic was still too comprehensive.

While Mrs. Norris was purring, Filch's face, which had always been sinister, relaxed for a long time under the office's oil lamp.

He looked longingly down the corridor, unable to take even a single step in the shadows.

Clearly, there was a scarf he had chosen for a long time in his hand, clearly Mrs. Norris had been purring for a while.

Ah, but he was a squib. And squibs are extremely rare in the magical world and face severe discrimination.

Pure-blood families often remove them from their names (such as Marius of the Black family), and the Ministry of Magic does not record their birth information.

They are just like the name squib, fireworks that can only make a "pop" sound, expressed in colloquialism as insignificant.

Most squibs can only spend a mediocre, impoverished life on the edge of magic.

So their anger seems to come from the bottom of their hearts, because their voices will never be heard by anyone no matter what.

Except... Headmaster Dumbledore.

He generously gave this person who longed for magic an insignificant position.

So Filch cherished it particularly; he hated those young wizards who broke the rules, hated them for causing destruction that made him panic, constantly worrying about being fired;

Those young wizards, they clearly possess the ability to release magic, yet they play wildly every day, breaking the rules, not knowing how much people without magical ability envy them.

Except... Green.

Sean touched Mrs. Norris's head. The time for Senior Bruce's return was getting closer and closer. He put Mrs. Norris back on the ground.

And walked towards the Great Hall.

Mr. Filch watched him walk further and further away, then put the scarf back into the wardrobe.

He had an extra sweater... that was enough.

The gaze peering in the dark gradually dissipated; perhaps some things are better buried deep in the heart.

There are too many lonely people in the world who are afraid to take the first step,

So when Sean appeared in front of Filch with a Biting Door Handle, his expression was as terrified as if he had seen a troll. ===== CHAPTER 199 =====