Only after hearing Vizet repeat it did Filch realize that being too angry could also make a person smile. That was exactly what was happening to him now.
"I'm not that interesting anymore? If I weren't worried about the Emotion Collector getting damaged, would they be having such an easy time of it?"
Mrs. Norris, his pet, also gave a "meow" of agreement.
"They'll find out what 'interesting' means!" Filch said through gritted teeth. "Just wait until I show them what's what!"
Mrs. Norris shared the Directional Spell with him, and even though Fred and George knew several secret passages, he could still use the Directional Spell to track their movements.
But as far as Fred and George were concerned, even if Filch had mastered the Directional Spell, it only made their nighttime wanderings more thrilling.
They wished Filch would get his fighting spirit back so he could add more fun to their night excursions. Otherwise, they would never have told Vizet that Filch "wasn't that interesting anymore."
Filch carefully studied the Emotion Collector for a little while longer, then muttered to himself, "Has the scale on this Emotion Collector... gone up a tiny bit again?"
"Right! Vizet..." He wrapped the Emotion Collector back up and tucked it into the lining of his clothes. "Ms. Oakby wrote to me..."
"Oh?" Vizet blinked. "Did she find an occult organization made up of Squibs?"
"Yes!" Filch nodded. "But it wasn't found here in Europe. It was discovered by the North America branch of the Squib Support Association."
The so-called Squib Support Association was a mutual-aid society founded by Idris Oakby, with the goal of helping Squibs living in the Magical World.
Idris Oakby's daughter was a Squib, and he was unwilling to send her to the Muggle World, which was why he