Sean didn't know them. He guessed they were second-year wizards, but that didn't stop him from destroying the little evil spells they released one by one.
Paired with the breathy Mrs. Norris and the Transfiguration wild boar at his feet who are ready to attack at any time, the little wizard can neither advance nor retreat.
Sean Seeing how flustered they were, knowing that he should be able to leave a deep impression on them, he silently let the door open.
The little wizards were overjoyed, and one male witch tremblingly promised that he would never come again.
Sean nodded.
The scene in the office was shocking, and the stench was enough to spread five meters away.
The walls were smeared with mud and the cabinets had been knocked over somehow.
Mrs. Norris stopped breathing, rubbed Sean's face, and brought him to a wall.
With a faint rumbling sound, a fireplace actually appeared here.
It seems that it was hidden to prevent the little wizards from destroying this indispensable thing.
But anyway, this dispelled Sean's chill.
Sean touched Mrs. Norris's furry head again.
[You have gained the closeness of Fantastic Beasts Kneazle (Mrs. Norris) according to expert standards, and your proficiency is +50]
[Fantastic Beasts Kneazle (Mrs. Norris): Not close (70/90)]
[Apprentice level Fantastic Beasts closeness can unlock the Fantastic Beasts field Apprentice level Title]
Listening to the prompt tone of System Panel, Sean raised his magic wand. Before he could recite the magic spell, a man with a thick plaid scarf on his head suddenly appeared.
Mr. Filch yelled like crazy:
"Damn dirty thing!"
His eyes were frighteningly bulging, and the flesh on his chin trembled.
"There's dirt everywhere, a mess everywhere! Let me tell you, I will definitely report it to the principal!"
At this time, Sean felt that he could not explain clearly, but fortunately, Mr. Filch suddenly fell silent for a while after seeing his face.
Mrs. Norris jumped on his shoulder, and he finally said with a trembling voice:
"Sean·Green?"
"It's me, Mr. Filch."
"Ah, um, I mean, okay, thank you, Green..."
Sean nodded. It seemed that Mrs. Norris was indeed connected with Mr. Filch, otherwise he would definitely be misunderstood.
"Let's go, Green, let's go quickly..."
His anger was still raging, and he chased out with Mrs. Norris.
When he came back, Sean saw his twisted, resentful face.
Sean seemed to have a new understanding of his meanness for a moment.
His job is as the administrator of Hogwarts, responsible for maintaining the cleanliness of this ancient castle.
But think about it, what a crushing task it is to manage the chaos caused by a group of magical, energetic teenagers (such as Peeves's pranks, Weasley brothers's fireworks, and Dungbomb thrown everywhere by students) without magic.
His anger and vitriol are, in part, a by-product of this "difficult job."
But without Hogwarts, which place would be willing to give "Squib" a job?
Sean thought silently, put away his wand and left Mr. Filch's office.
Tu Liu saw Mr. Filch in the office Scourgify stunned in place.
"Sean·Green?"
Sean heard a voice saying behind him. He turned around and it turned out to be Mr. Filch chasing him out.
"Mr. Filch?"
The ground in the castle was always hard and cold. When the biting cold wind penetrated the corridor and cut Filch's throat, he could only see the bright green eyes of the little wizard in front of him.
"It's raining, humid, and windy outside. Dress warmly, Green."
Mr. Filch trembled and finally said this sentence.
"There will be good weather."
He heard Sean say with a smile.
For a Squib who yearns for magic, this cramped life does not end with the reward of suffering, nor does it end with opera-like grandeur, but with death.
Therefore, Sean tried to be as natural as possible and keep his face expressionless. He knew that with magic, he could not laugh too loud, otherwise he would always wake up the pain of others.
Unknowingly, Sean had exceeded the curfew time, but Mr. Filch had no intention of catching him. Even Mrs. Norris just held a small dried fish in his mouth and purred.
"You saw, the office, ah, there's a fireplace..."
Mr. Filch couldn't express his gratitude. From the beginning, he had had enough of those magic guys.
He detested them and disliked them because he had never benefited from magic in the slightest.
Those wizards were either superior or looked down upon him. He would rather make people hate him than look down on him.
But today, he... was looking forward to it.
"Oh, I heard, what other spells did you learn, Green?"
"Finite, sir, can end other people's spells."
"Ah, okay, very good..."
He muttered to himself and returned to the office.
Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and walked out holding a wrinkled scarf.
"I mean, the scarf, if..."
Sean, who was shivering due to the cold night wind, happily took the scarf:
"Thank you, Mr. Filch."
"I mean, of course, you're welcome."
The weather is getting worse and worse, Sean, and naturally it's a little cold.
Hogwarts's school uniform comes with a fleece sweater, but wearing just one sweater is obviously not enough to cope with the biting cold wind.
In other words, Sean's singlet is too thin and too old.
If Sean is thrown in front of Mirror of Erised at this time, he will definitely see a thick and big sweater.
So Sean relies more on the fireplace. Sometimes Hermione wonders if he has left something in the fireplace. Otherwise, why would he be in front of the fireplace all day long?
Staff lounge.
In front of an ugly wardrobe filled with teachers' robes, Professor Flitwick smiled and watched Sean running over from behind two talking Stone Beast:
"It looks like you learned Finite well, Mr. Green."
Professor Flitwick waved the wand without seeing him reciting a spell, and a thick stream of water gushes out from the tip of the wand.
"Finite Incantatem! (Finite!)"
Sean waved the wand and the water flow disappeared. Ever since he quickly solved Seamus's Water-Making Spell in class, the professor had started this semi-dueling investigation.
He has become accustomed to the sudden spells thrown by the professor, and it must be mentioned that this has indeed improved his actual spell skills a lot.
At least the professor could use Sean to figure out what the spell was and how to use Finite to terminate it.
"Very good! Mr. Green. But Disillusionment Charm is very difficult. Are you sure you want to learn it?"
Professor Flitwick said in a high-pitched voice.