"Gatekeeper Argus Filch?"
Voldemort remembered that when he had studied at Hogwarts, the caretaker had been named Apollion Pringle.
But the most important point was that Apollion Pringle had been a wizard. Although his magical ability had been rather limited, there was still a fundamental difference between a wizard and a Squib.
Voldemort's gaze shifted to Barty Crouch Jr. at the side. "Barty, do you know Argus Filch?"
For once, Barty Crouch Jr. did not answer immediately. It was as if some curse had been placed on him; his eyes were fixed firmly on the copy of Magical Tuning: Elementary Charms he held in his hands.
Just as he turned to the next page, Voldemort's call also grew impatient. "Barty?"
Barty Crouch Jr. finally came back to himself and subconsciously stood up. Magical Tuning: Elementary Charms slipped from his hands and fell to the floor with a dull smack.
His face was faintly pale as he quickly turned his head to look at Voldemort, his voice hurried and his tone carrying a hint of tension. "My Master, did you call me?"
Seeing that Barty Crouch Jr. had also become absorbed in those books, Voldemort was, on the contrary, not quite so angry anymore.
"Barty, do you know Argus Filch?" he asked again. "That Hogwarts caretaker. He's a Squib."
"Argus Filch?" Barty Crouch Jr. reacted quickly. "My Master, of course I know that Argus Filch!"
"That's right! He must be a Squib!" He recalled his time studying at Hogwarts. "That's what all the students said back then!"
"His pet is trash too, some mongrel Kneazle... He even seems to have given that mongrel a name. What was it... Mrs. Norris?"
"I really don't know what Dumbledore is thinking. It's like he'll let any sort of trash into the school, with no