Filch: "Young Master Malfoy, Just Rest on the Side"

The Malfoy family has always been concerned about the Squib population? Does the Malfoy family's business include a significant number of Squib?

Bullshit! Not even Squib is allowed to appear in the Malfoy Manor.

The Squib in the factory suffered even worse, being treated as cheap labor, even less valuable than Muggle-born, and exploited by the Malfoy family.

But would a mere castle keeper know these things?

"You mean your Malfoy family has been researching ways to solve the problem of Squib being unable to cast spells?"

Filch's voice was hoarse; though he thought it was impossible, he still asked the question.

"Of course, I am the sole heir of the Malfoy family. Would I lie to a mere castle keeper like you?"

Malfoy, with his nostrils flared and an arrogant expression, seemed to say, "I'm a pure-blooded young master, I wouldn't lie."

Ron Weasley, standing nearby, secretly sneered, thinking that Filch would definitely fly into a rage.

result...

"So, have you come up with any results?" Filch asked excitedly, ignoring Malfoy's arrogant attitude.

His heart was pounding uncontrollably, and his breathing was getting heavier. Filch felt like a drowning man who had found his last lifeline.

Malfoy feigned indifference and scoffed, "Nonsense, our family is the richest family in the entire Wizarding World!"

Upon hearing Malfoy's affirmative reply, Filch's heart leaped into his throat.

Although Malfoy was extremely arrogant, he really had no reason to deceive himself.

Malfoy then arrogantly added, "Our Malfoy family's products can now help the Squib group cast some basic spells."

"As long as that Squib isn't an idiot and knows the hand gestures and incantations for those basic spells, then they're no different from normal wizards."

With that, Malfoy pulled out his wand and pointed it at the crack that Filch had been trying to clean for ages, shouting, "Scourgify!"

In an instant, the grime in the crevices was completely cleaned.

"Like this, from now on, any Squib who knows the spell gestures and incantations, and carries a wand made by our Malfoy family, can cast these simple spells!"

Listening to Malfoy's rosy vision of the future, Filch was so excited he almost fainted.

He practiced basic spells diligently for over 20 years, and even secretly kept a second-hand wand, practicing in his bedroom late every night.

What for? Isn't it simply to be able to cast a spell?

Now, the dream that he himself could never achieve in his entire life was so easily realized through Malfoy's words.

Filch swallowed hard, opened his mouth, his face ashen as if he'd eaten shit, and said hoarsely, "Young Master Malfoy, where can I buy the product you mentioned?"

At this moment, Filch showed none of his previous ferocity; instead, he appeared humble, like a middle-aged worker with elderly parents and young children, begging the company not to lay him off during layoffs.

Filch felt a little uncomfortable being so humble towards a student for the first time.

However, it's all worth it to cast a spell and fulfill a lifelong dream.

Malfoy's eyes lit up. He turned to look at Lester, and after seeing Lester nod at him, Malfoy cleared his throat.

"Our Malfoy family only produces high-quality products. However, our family has invested a lot of Galleon in researching Squib Wand, and we will definitely release them to the market in the future."

"Perhaps in ten or twenty years, you'll see our Malfoy family's Squib Wand on the market."

"While I sympathize with the Squib, I still have some doubts about my father's actions, because these wands are simply not something the Squib can afford."

Filch's mood plummeted from cloud nine to rock bottom. Ten years, twenty years—he would probably be long gone.

Even if he were still alive, according to Malfoy, he probably wouldn't be able to afford that ' Squib Wand ' even with his life savings.

Before the dramatic ups and downs, Filch felt like he was on a roller coaster.

Malfoy gave him an opportunity to use magic, but that opportunity vanished in an instant.

Filch felt bitter; he wanted to complain about the injustice of the world.

Why was he born into a wizarding family but not given magic? Why was he given hope only to be strangled to death?

Seeing Filch's alternating crying and laughing, and his increasingly erratic emotions, Lester.

"Cough cough cough," Lester covered his throat, reminding Malfoy to hurry up and deliver his lines.

Don't drive Filch crazy like Fan Jin did after passing the imperial examination.

"Filch, why are you so agitated?" Malfoy said nonchalantly, "If you want to see them, our family has quite a few semi-finished products that are already usable. I can bring them over for you to look at."

"Of course, they definitely won't be put on the market because they're too expensive to build and have very poor practicality."

"What did you say!?" Filch was about to go crazy, grabbing Malfoy's small hand and leaving a red mark on the Draco's wrist.

Just as they were lamenting the unfairness of fate, Malfoy told them that there was a semi-finished product that could be used.

"Let go of me right now!" Malfoy panicked. Filch's appearance was anything but that of a good person, and now this weirdo was holding his hand. Draco definitely couldn't stand it.

Upon hearing Malfoy's reprimand, Filch realized he had lost his temper and immediately released Malfoy.

However, he still asked hopefully, "Young Master Malfoy, do you mean you can bring the ' Squib Wand ' you mentioned?"

Malfoy winced and shook his hand, then sneered, "Of course, I am the sole heir of the Malfoy family!"

Looking at Malfoy, who was wincing and spraining his wrist, and then at the broom in his own hand, Filch hesitated for a long time before finally making a decision that went against his ancestors' wishes.

"Young Master Malfoy, I accidentally hurt you just now. Please rest over there!"