Chapter 114: Filch's Secret

Surrounded by rows of wooden filing cabinets, all against the wall. Harry knew www.biquge.info the filing cabinets contained details of the students Filch had punished. The twin brothers' profiles occupy a huge drawer. On the wall behind Filch's desk hangs a new set of shiny handcuffs, leg irons, and nooses of torture.

It is well known that Filch often begged Professor Dumbledore to allow him to shackle his students and hang them upside down from the ceiling.

If possible, after he hung the students upside down on the ceiling, he also wanted to continue the punishment of the students. Maybe it's bloodletting, maybe it's something else.

Although Dumbledore had not yet agreed, Filch had been carefully maintaining his torture instruments and polishing them to a shiny finish. Just waiting for the day to come in handy, in the whole room, the only clean and eye-catching thing is this set of torture equipment.

Harry didn't know why Dumbledore would allow such a place to exist in the school. He didn't know why Filch, who didn't allow a little dirt outside, would make his office as dirty and messy as a clutter. But he knew that this time he looked like he was going to be out of luck.

Filch grabbed a quill from a pen holder on his desk and shuffled through the messy room for parchment.

"Damn. He was furious, "Frog brain... Rat's intestines... The big slug that croaks.... I've had enough... Only dead students are good students... I want them to remember what it's like to make mistakes... Form... I need the form..."

He rummaged through the cabinets, and at last found the parchment in his desk, spread it out, picked up the long quill, dipped it in ink, and began to write.

"Criminal: Harry Potter... Crime: ..."

"Just a little bit of mud. Harry was also annoyed, he had only finished training with a little mud, not to mention that he was just passing through the corridor, and Filch was treated like a criminal for that little thing.

"All you see is a little bit of mud, of course you only see a little bit of dirt. Filch's voice raised the intonation word by word, and his voice rose from everyday speech to yelling.

"But what about me, I need to scrub and scrub, with that damn rag, with that damn towel, I'm going to be fucking busy for an hour. Filch's screams were like amplification spells in the airtight room, his distorted expression disgusting, and a disgusting drop of snot twitching at the tip of his nose.

"Crime: Defiling the Castle... Penalty Recommendation..."

Filch sniffled the runny snot and narrowed his eyes, glaring at Harry viciously.

Just as Filch was about to put pen to paper, a loud bang suddenly came from the ceiling of his office, "Bang!" The old oil lamp was shaken and shaken.

"Peeves, Peeves!" Filch roared loudly, and in a fit of rage, slammed the quill on the table. "I must catch you this time, I will never let you go!"

Peeves is a mischievous goblin in the academy who spends his days smiling and mischievous. It is always jumping in the air, causing trouble everywhere, constantly creating disasters and misfortunes.

Harry had always disliked Peeves, but this time he was genuinely grateful to Peeves, and this time it was just in time for Peeves to distract him from Filch.

Peeves seems to have broken a big thing this time, hoping that it will keep Filch from thinking about him. It's best if the two of them can fight, fight each other, fight in the dark, so that he can quietly take advantage of the chaos to escape.

But now, Harry felt that he had to wait for Filch to come back for the time being, and the current mess was not enough to make Filch forget about him.

Harry sat down in a rickety chair beside his desk, which had a few other things than his half-filled form. A thick bulging purple envelope with silver lettering on it, Harry glanced cautiously towards the door, Filch didn't look like he was coming back.

He picked up the envelope, which read, Quick Chanting Introductory Correspondence Course in Magic. Harry was a little confused, a lesson he had never heard of.

He opened the envelope, and inside was a bundle of parchment. The first page of the paper is printed with silver letters:

Are you still bothered by not being able to keep up with the pace of the modern wizarding world? Are you still making excuses for not performing simple magic? Are you still being ridiculed for your crappy wand technique?

Then you need it, the quick mantra is foolproof, the quick mantra is effective, and the fast mantra is easy to learn. Brand new courses, wholehearted service, gold medal teachers, diamond professors. Hundreds of wizard students have changed their lives and changed their fates from the quick incantation course.

Letter from Tophill's obnoxious student: "I can't remember those spells, and the potions I concocted are being made fun of by the whole family. Now, after a semester of quick mantra practice, I've beaten them up with a spell, and I can now do whatever I want in the house.

Letter from Dietsbury's Troublebreaker: "My wife used to laugh at my lame magic skills, saying I was as stupid as a yak. But after a month of rapid mantra training, I turned her into a yak! ”

Harry was also intrigued by the mythical advertising slogan, and he tapped his fingers, carefully flipping through the other parchment in the envelope. Why did Filch go to this quick chanting class, or was he not a normal wizard?

Harry hadn't seen Filch use a spell before, he scrubbed the floors and cleaned up with rags, towels, and brooms. Arrange for students to scrub and work, and even forbid them to use magic. Everyone thought he had a special problem, but now it seems that he simply doesn't have the ability to clean with magic?

Harry looked around at Filch's dirty, messy and broken office, and nodded to himself. He looked down at the parchment again, "Lesson 1: A few tips for using a wand," and suddenly there was the sound of stamping footsteps outside. It's Filch back.

He quickly stuffed the parchment back into the envelope and threw it back on the table, and as soon as he had finished doing so, the door opened.

Filch looked like he had made a big gain, "That vanishing cabinet is very precious. Unable to contain his excitement, he said to Lady Loris, "Now we can finally get that pesky Peeves out of the Academy, my dear." ”

As soon as his gaze fell on Harry, something suddenly occurred to him, and he immediately turned his gaze to the quick incantation envelope. Harry noticed that it was now on the table, a full two feet away from where it was, "It's over." Harry's face turned ugly.

(To be continued.) )