Truth be told, Mr. Filch has mixed feelings right now.

He was the first to witness Mad Eye Moody fighting the Black Death, and by now, the only one.

For a Squib, the Wizard's battle will always be the thing he envies the most, and it is also the most hated, especially him, Argus Filch, a Squib whose parents are both wizards.

He used to resent his parents and resented himself, but as he got older, those resentments faded over time.

But the fact that he is a squib will always be the deepest scar in his heart.

For he, like all children born into wizarding families, was full of fantasies about all kinds of magic. Unlike other young wizards, this fantasy of his has been with him for decades.

Looking back on the first 20 years of his life, it seems to be a microcosm of his life to this day.

Before the age of the Magical Riot, he was born into a wizarding family and longed for the mystery of magic; After the age of the Magical Riot had passed, he slowly despaired in anxiety and depression.

It was as if it were the dividing line between his first twenty years, dividing his joy and pain so clearly, as if his life had been split in two the day he had met Dumbledore at the Hog's Head Bar.

He didn't know what Dumbledore thought, he only knew that it was Dumbledore's appearance that made him understand his heart's desire for the wizarding world.

After Apollion Pringer retired, he took over the keys to the Hogwarts Caretaker's office and moved into Hogwarts Castle in a very different capacity than he had imagined as a child.

This stay is a full thirty years.

He just wanted to be closer, closer to this fantastic castle...... He wanted to use his life to touch the dream he longed for most as a child.

However, as the days and years passed, watching the little wizards enter and graduate in batches, he was still a squib from the beginning, and there was no change.

Gradually, he spent more and more time wandering around the castle, and became more and more enthusiastic about catching students who broke the school rules, and even longed to restore the old school system and punish those students by hanging them from the ceiling.

Because in his opinion, those little bastards who don't understand the rules and don't study hard should be punished! Punish severely!

Oh, yes! He's jealous! He felt jealous from the bottom of his heart!

He was jealous that those little bastards were so talented that they only knew how to play and get into trouble all day long...... If you don't, why don't you give me your gifts? Why?

Obviously, with a little effort, you can use magic; And I've been studying for so many years, and I still don't have any hope?

I just want to pick up my wand and wave it and make a feather float for a few inches, is it that hard?

I just want to use the tip of the rod to tap a little crucible and make the recipe work, is it that hard?

I just want to see a little bit of black smoke in the crystal ball, is it that hard?

I just want to open a magic book...... Is it that hard?

But reality told him that he could only read books like "Modern History of Magic" and "Dream Interpretation Guide", which had nothing to do with magic, and that was it.

To this day, Filch is still trying, reading books that have not been enchanted whenever he has free time, secretly taking out his wand and waving it when he returns to the office, and even enrolling in correspondence classes to study in secret, even if it is useless, he is not willing to give up.

Leaning against the back door, Filch was still hunched back as usual, watching the battle between the Mad-Eye and the Black Death on the lake, stunned.

They're getting closer, they're closer...... But is he afraid?

No, not at all!

If possible, he would rather die at the hands of those evil and fearsome Death Eaters, which would be at least a thousand times better than the regretful silent death with a "squib".

It's just because, from the bottom of his heart, he loves magic, and this will not change for the rest of his life.

Hogwarts was the most sacred piece of land in his heart.

"Who?"

Filch, who was in a trance of his memories, suddenly heard a rush of footsteps coming from the aisle inside the door.

He picked up the lantern at his feet, lifted his legs and walked inside, his cat, Lady Loris, following in his footsteps.

"Who's there?"

A dry, hoarse voice echoed through the hallway, and the footsteps suddenly stopped.

The owners of the footsteps were naturally Harry and Ron.

They rubbed shoulders with Hermione, who was leaning against the wall, like the wind, and immediately stopped when they heard Filch's voice, as if subconsciously turning around and trying to escape.

"Station"

Filch had already seen the faces of Harry and Ron, and immediately recognized these two troublesome little bastards.

The word "live" rolled on his lips, but he swallowed it back again.

Filch glanced back at the door, and then he ran down the hallway, driving Harry and Ron towards the Great Hall like ducks.

“…… All right! I'm going to put you in the trophy room and wipe the trophy for a month! ”

Filch's voice echoed through the hallways, still hoarse, still hysterical, as if every student who broke the school rules was his enemy.

Hermione, who was standing on the edge of the hallway, glanced in the direction Filch had left, then walked softly to the door.

"Boom!"

Hermione was startled by a sudden explosion outside, and then she saw an incredible picture.

It was Moody, who had retreated from the lake to the dock of the underground dock, and the Black Dead was slamming to the ground, splattering a large cloud of rubble and broken bricks.

Hermione quickly retracted her head, then pondered in shock.

The situation outside is at a glance, and then there is an enemy sneaking up on the door, and Moody is blocking the other party.

But what exactly is that one who is at war with Moody's?

After making up her mind, she poked her head out again and observed the battle outside in fear.

Moody seemed to be struggling, he kept casting spells and trying to repel the opponent to keep his distance, but the opponent's ** strength seemed to be extraordinarily strong, and his resistance to magic was even more incomprehensible.

As beams of light and flames slammed away, Moody's sophistication prevented his spell from failing once, but at most he could only knock the opponent back a few steps, and sometimes even make the opponent shake slightly.

Although the distance between them remained more than twenty feet, if it continued like this, the first person who could not hold it was Mad-Eye Moody.

Moody frowned irritably, his magic eye staring at the Black Dead Apostle alongside the other normal eyes, wand in his hand shaky but always aimed at the enemy.

Unbeknownst to him, Dumbledore had actually erected a defensive barrier, covering almost the entire castle. In fact, as long as he retreated into the hallway of the back door, it would be much easier.

Therefore, he has been stiffening, even if the operation of his magic power is already a little sluggish at the moment, even if his physical strength is a little unable to keep up.

But he only knew that he couldn't retreat anymore, and he had to stop the other party here.

"Oops!"

Moody's intact eyes suddenly widened, and his heart jerked, for he suddenly felt a thump under his feet, and then he lost his balance.

"Be careful!"

"Bang!"

Hermione's screams and a muffled crash rang out, and she saw Moody fall back, Moody's wand tilted, and the magic beam grazing the black man's head.

Then she saw that Moody had been punched in the shoulder by the strange guy, and flew straight towards her, before slamming hard against the wall.

"Go back!"

Moody, who was crooked on the side of the door, barely turned around, and immediately saw Hermione who subconsciously took a step, and he immediately shouted loudly, but then coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

Moody's left shoulder was completely twisted, but he didn't feel the pain.

Moody, who had been seriously injured several times, was well aware that in this case, the intense pain would not be a little while.

Without hesitation, he immediately raised his wand held firmly in his right hand and cast another spell to try to buy the girl one last bit of time.

Hermione froze at the doorway in a panic, she kept thinking, but her heart was getting more and more chaotic Yes, she always made this mistake when she was facing a crisis.

"What to do? Is there any way to do it? What should I do? ”

She didn't think about running away, as if it didn't have in her dictionary.

“…… Is there anything else that can be used? What would Maca do if she were to encounter such a situation? She kept whispering, Moody's roar as if she had blocked it out.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up.

"Maca...... Maca! That's right! ”

Hermione immediately reached into her arms and pulled out the two remaining bottles of potions from Maca's birthday present.

Then, she quickly lifted one of the potions and slammed it at the monster with all her might.

"Bang Bang"

A bright blue flame suddenly erupted, like a burst of sun, bursting out in front of the Black Death Apostle.

The flames that were hard to look at were directly attached to the Black Death's magical black energy, and they burst into flames, turning the Black Death Apostle into a bright blue burning man.

Moody's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth and waved his wand again, knocking it back a few steps, but the monster continued to rush towards it unnoticed.

"Isn't it useful?"

Both Moody and Hermione held their breath, their eyes unblinking, staring at the monster as it slammed into it, only to sway after a few steps, slowing down at the same time.