Filch took a large roll of parchment from his desk drawer, laid it out in front of him, then picked up a long black quill and dipped it in the inkwell. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Name...... Benjamin Ludwig. Crime ......"

"Sir, I just stepped on it accidentally...... Benjamin defended very calmly, though he knew that it might not be of much use.

"It's just a dirty step on for you, yes, the soles of your shoes must be cleaner than Gryffindon!, kid, but for me, it's going to have to be scrubbed and scrubbed for another hour!" Filch said, a disgusting drop of snot fluttering from the tip of his bulging nose.

"Crime...... Tainted Castle ...... Recommended Penalties...... Come to think of it, let's go scrub the prize showroom with Ron!" Filch wiped his snot from his nose and narrowed his eyes as he looked at Benjamin with bad intentions.

Benjamin was ready to argue that he would rather change the scheme than scrub the prize showroom with Ron.

Of course, he didn't despise the Weasleys, but he knew that Ron was hostile to him, and he didn't need to look down on himself!

However, just as Filch's pen fell, a loud bang came from the ceiling of the office, "Boom!" The oil lamp was shaken to the core.

"Peeves!" Filch roared, and in a fit of rage, threw the quill away. "I will not let you go this time, I will catch you!"

Peeves, as a mischievous ghost in the school, spends his days smiling and jumping around in the air, causing trouble and causing disasters and misfortunes. Benjamin has an interested but annoyed attitude towards Peeves, but he can't help but be grateful that Peeves has made trouble at the right time. Hopefully, whatever Peeves does (judging by the voice, he seems to have broken a big thing this time), he will be able to divert Filch's attention from himself.

By the time Filch came back again, he might have lost his temper and was willing to give himself another punishment.

So Benjamin sat down on a moth-eaten chair by his desk. In addition to his half-filled form, there was another thing on the table: a bulging purple envelope with some silver letters printed on it.

Benjamin glanced quickly towards the door, convinced that Filch hadn't returned, thought about it, picked up the envelope, and looked at it (at this time, Benjamin felt as if he had returned to his childhood, that rascal self!): Introductory Correspondence Course in Quick Chanting Spell Magic.

Benjamin's eyes narrowed, and many times he would involuntarily do this action before doing something bad. But Pansy says that Benjamin is particularly charming.

Benjamin opened the envelope and pulled out a parchment from it. On the first page, there were some silver letters: Do you feel like you can't keep up with the rhythm of the modern wizarding world? Do you find yourself looking for an excuse not to perform simple magic? Have you ever been ridiculed for your crappy wand technique? Here's the answer!

Quick Mantra Chanting is a new class that is foolproof, fast, and easy to learn. Hundreds of witches and wizards have benefited from the quick chanting of spells!

The nasty lady of Top Hill wrote: "I can't remember spells, and my potions are made fun of by the whole family! Now, after a quick spell course, I am the center of attention at the party, and my friends are asking me for the recipe for the flickering potion!"

Flickering potions?such a simple magic can attract attention, and it seems that the circle you are in is a group of wizards who are not very good. Benjamin muttered, and continued to look down.

"My wife used to laugh at my lame magic, but after a month of studying in your magical quick chanting class, I managed to turn her into a yak!

Benjamin couldn't help but laugh out loud this time, this troublemaker is a very imaginative person.

Benjamin was intrigued by the advertisement, and he flipped through the rest of the parchment in the envelope with his fingers. Why did Filch learn the quick mantra course? The answer was already coming out, and Benjamin, who had come before, was even more relieved.

However, as soon as Benjamin read "Lesson 1: Hold Your Wand (A Few Useful Tips)", there was the sound of tapping and stomping footsteps outside.

Knowing that Filch was back, Benjamin quickly stuffed the parchment into the envelope and threw it back on the table. Just then, the door opened.

Filch looked like a triumphant. "That vanishing cabinet is so precious!" He happily said to Lady Loris, "This time we can tell Peeves to fuck off, dear!"

His gaze fell on Benjamin, and he quickly turned to the quick incantation envelope, only to realize that it was two feet away from the previous position, but it was too late.

"Did you see that!" Filch's pale face suddenly turned red, his hands trembled, and Mrs. Loris beside him stood up her long fur and stared at Benjamin viciously.

Perhaps, any normal student should have lied.

But Benjamin thought about it, and thought that Filch already knew it, and that he didn't need to deceive the poor, Squib.

"Yes, sir, because this envelope is all too familiar to me. There was a trance-like feeling, and then I involuntarily took it apart, sorry, sir. Although Benjamin doesn't like to talk, his childhood experience has taught him a skill to open his eyes and tell nonsense, and people can't see flaws.

Sure enough, Filch's attention was already on what Benjamin said, which he was familiar with.

Filch slowly sat down across from Benjamin, and after straightening the envelope with one hand, he spoke slowly:

"You say, you're familiar with it?" Filch pointed to the envelope on the table, and Mrs. Loris let out a lazy cry.

"Yes, sir, because of their lessons, apparently they have never thought of changing the envelope and the advertising slogan inside. After Benjamin finished speaking, he sighed and showed a particularly regretful expression.

At this point, Filch was not as angry as he had been at the beginning, he was like a cat that had been subdued by Benjamin.

"Well, then, you, you've taken this course before?" Filch's hands were still shaking, and he could only hide his inner excitement by stroking Madame Loris's thin back, which was the thrill of seeing the same people who had fallen from the world.

"But you're the heir of the Ludwig family!"