Argus Filch Rowle

Lupin had known for a long time that something was wrong with Ron.

However, he did not expect Ron to be acting this badly.

Ron's words were like saying to a Black person in America, "Hey! Brother, your ancestors were experts at growing watermelons. Why don't you grow watermelons like your ancestors? I'll help you sell them!"

"Land? The America government will waive the fees and provide land in advance for Black people to grow watermelons."

"Labor? You're Black, you can do that. I'll handle the sales."

This is essentially equivalent to saying that Black people are Werewolf, the Ministry of Magic is the America government, and the policy of waiving land fees for Black people is like pre-paying for the Wolfsbane Potion.

Isn't this like getting something for nothing?

Ron will probably outsource this part of the sales to his brother.

The advertisement, needless to say, is Sirius's Daily Prophet.

Thinking about it, Lupin couldn't help but say, "Have you noticed that if we follow your ideas, we can still do the business you envisioned even without you?"

"I was the one who came up with the idea."

"Furthermore, to ensure that this deal does not harm innocent Werewolf."

"I can suggest that my father enact a law that restricts the sale of bodily fluids from patients with leprosy."

"As the drafter, I will join this department as a prosecutor to prevent the involvement of other capital."

"The wandering Werewolf have no choice but to join us. Because they were already signing up to practice Fenrir Greyback anyway, and joining us means they get paid."

"Even if others try to discredit our business, we can publish the true nature of our business through the Daily Prophet."

"In this way, with my dad's help, this industry can thrive healthily and without harming anyone." Ron became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, even clenching his fist and waving it at the end.

"However, in that case, the profits will have to be divided among me, you, Fred, and George, and my father, the Daily Prophet." Ron clicked his tongue regretfully.

"You really are Ron."

"Merlin's beard!"

"That's called a monopoly."

"Could it be that you and Draco Malfoy were switched at birth?" Ginny, Hagrid, Harry, Lupin couldn't help but ask after a long silence.

Why do you say that about me?

"Doesn't this prove that I really am Ravenclaw student?"

"So smart." Ron clenched his left fist and gently tapped his head with it.

"Child, you still haven't paid attention to one thing."

"That is my identity."

"Arthur and I are both members of the Order of the Phoenix, Sirius is my good brother."

"I can do what you're saying myself."

"Perhaps some people will indeed become infected as Werewolf first and then practice Fenrir Greyback."

"I'm willing to spend money on this."

"However, I don't think this can become an industry chain."

"Because, among Werewolf, besides Werewolf transformed from wizards, there are also Werewolf transformed from Muggle."

"They are unable to learn the Fenrir Greyback spell."

"If this forms an industry chain, the fate of those Muggle Werewolf might not be much better than that of the dragons in the dragon farm," Lupin said earnestly.

"Fine." Ron nodded reluctantly.

"Is that Fenrir Greyback very powerful?" Harry suddenly asked.

He knew Lupin was a cautious man.

He never uses hypothetical words like "perhaps".

But now, even Lupin has to admit that some people are willing to contract wolf disease in order to learn the possibility of Fenrir Greyback.

"Do you know the difference between Squib and Muggle?" Lupin didn't answer directly, but suddenly asked.

"They're all people who can't use magic! The only difference is their background. Squib are born of wizards, Muggle are born of Muggle," Ron said casually.

"No, Ron, they are different."

"Although the Squib don't know magic, they are descendants of wizards."

"Like Dementors that Muggle can't see, but Squib can."

"Squib, being descendants of wizards, possess magic."

"Although that's rare."

"Among the Werewolf, there are a number of Werewolf who were converted from Squib."

"Among the Werewolf that the Ministry of Magic summoned recently, apart from the Werewolf converted from Muggle, Squib, and Werewolf converted from wizards, they all learned the Fenrir Greyback!" Lupin's expression was solemn, as if he had thought of something bad.

"But Dumbledore said that the difficulty of Finney's incarnation is equivalent to the Protego, yet even the Squib couldn't learn the simplest Lumos?" Ginny asked, puzzled.

"It's just a matter of difficulty. On the day of the full moon, there's no difference between Squib Werewolf has taken the Wolfsbane Potion and a Wizard Werewolf."

"In learning the Fenrir Greyback spell, the difficulty for Werewolf Squib to learn it is equivalent to the difficulty for a wizard to learn the Protego."

"Furthermore, after learning Fenrir Greyback, the Squib can also learn some simple spells."

Do you know what this means?

"This means that the descendants of wizards will always be wizards."

"Even if Squib is born, it is possible to become a mediocre wizard by contracting wolf disease."

"That's actually the real reason I told Ron not to get involved in this business."

"Behind this lies the terrifying desire of all wizards to have descendants who are also wizards."

"This is unstoppable, not even by the Ministry of Magic," Lupin sighed deeply.

"I was wondering why that old devil Filch has been so happy lately."

"He actually let Mrs. Norris touch Fang."

"Let me think... he seemed to say that he had a surname now, I think it was Rowle?" Hagrid's eyes gleamed with recollection.

"Isn't his last name Filch?"

"Argus Filch." Ron scratched the back of his head, puzzled.

"Rowle? Is that Rowle, one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight?" Harry's eyes lit up.

Damocles Rowle was the Minister for Magic who turned Azkaban into a wizarding prison.

The Rowle have consistently upheld this policy.

When Cedric's ancestor Edridge Diggory was Minister for Magic, he wanted to repeal the Act, but the Rowle cursed him, causing him to die of Dragon Pox.

This shows that the Rowle actually had different feelings towards Azkaban.

So, if Filch is... then could he possibly know something?

"Filch said he should be called Argus Filch Rowle." Hagrid nodded.

"No wonder he has always been so keen on reviving the tradition of corporal punishment of students."

"So he's from Rowle." Ron spat.

"Lupin! Do you think Filch might know some of Azkaban's secrets?"

"Don't you think it's a bit strange that Rowle and his ilk insist on Azkaban as a wizarding prison?" Harry's eyes lit up.

He finally found a clue to Azkaban.

On a really annoying Squib!