Chapter 1296 Argus Filch

Argus Filch is the Keeper of Hogwarts.

Born into a wizarding family in Ireland, he has shown no signs of being able to use magic.

As a Squib, he couldn’t get into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and his parents didn’t let him go to a Muggle school.

For the first half of Argus Filch’s life, he cleaned the house like a house elf, read the newspaper occasionally, and when he was lucky, he might accompany his parents to buy something in Diagon Alley–of course The most important thing is to keep writing letters to Hogwarts every week, hoping to get a chance to go to school.

Over time, Argus grew taller, a beard, and wrinkles…

And the content of the letters he wrote to Hogwarts has also changed little by little – Filch has long since forgotten how many letters he wrote.

At first it was an application for admission, and then it gradually became a part-time job, and then it became a clerk in Hogsmeade Village, and even…

“Even… what about the house-elves at Hogwarts Castle? I’m really a wizard.”

If there is no response like the stone sinking into the sea, maybe he will give up, or choose to give up.

Cruelly, and at the same time luckiest, Argus Filch received a letter from Hogwarts every month.

A letter from Albus Dumbledore – the other party will patiently explain the reason, and persuade him that he should try to focus on other work.

It wasn’t until more than two decades ago that the Hogwarts reply finally took the turn that Argus Filch had dreamed of.

“Hello, Mr. Filch. The former castle keeper, Apollion Pringle, plans to retire in July. Are you interested in coming for an interview?”

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Filch passed Dumbledore’s interview without a hitch — in fact, he was the only candidate.

Following Mr. Pringle’s rules, he recorded the materials of those punishing students and stored them in a wooden filing cabinet in his office.

At night, Filch would patrol the corridors, arresting students who didn’t sleep and wandering in the corridors, and shut down those little guys according to school rules.

On the other hand, he has respect for most of the teachers and will help them according to their requirements.

Still, most of the faculty didn’t like Filch’s temper, the way he acted…

Of course, there is also his Squib status – many professors believe that Squib is not suitable for working at Hogwarts Castle.

“I personally don’t think Mr. Filch will stay here for a long time. I’m not saying that there is anything wrong with his attitude and character.”

Professor McGonagall said earnestly in the headmaster’s office that she suggested that Dumbledore better start looking for another castle keeper.

“When he stays longer, he’ll realise that he’s going to have a tough time at Hogwarts, that a non-magical Squib won’t deter students, and a little mischief by a student, Peeves, will cost him a lot of money. Energy to deal with – the work of the castle keeper is a painful, difficult, and almost unfulfilling job for him. When he thinks about it, he will leave here… You didn’t see it, just It’s a little stain, and he’ll have to clean it up for a long time.”

But Filch didn’t leave, he stayed, and the rumors about Filch’s “Squib” disappeared silently at Hogwarts.

People say that he may be like Mrs. Pince in the library, but he doesn’t like to use magic in front of people.

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Recently, the Hogwarts castle administrator has expanded its recruitment, adding two wizards to assist.

In addition, the discipline committee members were also selected among the students to share in the management of campus conflicts and disciplinary violations that Filch had difficulty taking into account on a daily basis.

Of course, Argus Filch continued his work stubbornly and earnestly—he was nearly seventy, with rheumatism and hunched back.

He was pale, his cheeks were sagging, sunken, and his veins were vertical and horizontal. He had a pair of light-colored eyes and protruding hands. The flesh on his chin was often trembling, and he was often panting and shuffling when he walked. Whenever he had the flu, his nose would be abnormally red and runny.

However, these did not prevent him from patrolling the halls and corridors, punishing those naughty problem students.

As a castle administrator, he can easily clean up most of the disobedient guys.

Apart from……

“Peeves! This time…you’re dead!”

Filch wiped the cold water on his face and roared in a low voice.

He was woken up by the cold water. When he woke up from the bed and saw the little ghost floating in the air, he wanted to pounce on it and tear it apart.

The “war” between the Hogwarts castle keeper and Peeves has lasted for hundreds of years, but Peeves has never “stepped” into the keeper’s room before this, especially at this midnight, to carry out this kind of Mischief – the night truce, and the tacit understanding of the “safe territory” of the two sides, was completely torn up by the falling water bomb.

“Hey, old guy, I have something good to show you. I’ll be waiting for you in the auditorium… Then you have to thank me.”

Peeves clasped his arms arrogantly, flew around in front of Filch, and tap danced triumphantly with his feet.

Before Filch could speak, it passed through the door panel and drifted toward the auditorium.

Auditorium?

What exactly does that **** want to do?

Filch frowned and got up from the bed, pulled a coat and put it on, and chased out with a lantern.

There was no one in the corridor, and Peeves floated far away at the front of the corridor, turning back and making rude gestures from time to time, as if afraid that he hadn’t followed.

Argus Filch tried hard to suppress the thought of swearing and chased forward in a muffled voice – he glanced at the clock before leaving, it was only five in the morning – the professor and the students were still sleeping, he didn’t know Pi What was Peeves going to do, but Filch didn’t want to wake the second person, and it was bad enough to have him woken up by himself.

After a while, he came to the entrance of the auditorium, and he heard what seemed to be someone talking inside.

A flickering light shone from the crack of the closed door, casting an orange light and shadow on the dark floor.

At this time… in the auditorium?

Filch leaned on his side and approached cautiously, holding the pull tab above the lantern tightly in his hand.

When he was a few steps away from the door, the auditorium door suddenly opened.

A figure he had never thought of stood there, looked at him with a smile, and beckoned.

“Deng, Professor Dumbledore?!”

Filch opened his eyes wide and whispered in disbelief.

And Peeves’ figure also came out, grabbing his feet and rolling excitedly in the air, as if he was expecting something.

Dumbledore, who was originally “missing”, stood quietly in the light and shadow, holding a crude-looking wooden box in his hand.

“Argus, I’m so sorry to wake you up in this way…”

Dumbledore said gently, he walked up to Filch, and solemnly handed him the wooden box in his hand~www.readmtl.com~ But…”

“I think this gift should be a compensation – your wand.”

Dumbledore patted Filch on the shoulder, Filch stared blankly at the opened box, wondering for a moment if he was dreaming.

In fact, he can’t figure out what happened, and all kinds of questions are intertwined in his mind.

“Professor Quirrell is in the auditorium, he will teach you how to use this wand and how to cast spells…”

Dumbledore pointed to the auditorium behind him and walked over Filch to the covered bridge outside the door.

“And… help me tell Professor McGonagall about the changes at Hogwarts.”

“What, what changes?”

Filch stammered while holding the wand box.

“Professor, you know, I-I can’t–what, what do you mean, and you–”

“The magical world is not static, you are the change… Argus.”

Dumbledore smiled and strode toward the covered bridge in the dark.

“Go ahead, Professor Quirrell is waiting for you—”

“And… welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

Snapped.

When he reached the end of the stone bridge, he just finished speaking.

With a light sound, Dumbledore apparated and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

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