Chapter 114 Filch's Secret

There are rows of wooden filing cabinets all around, all leaning against the wall. Harry knew that these file cabinets contained details of the students that Filch had punished. The twin brother's information occupies a huge drawer. On the wall behind Filch's desk, there is also a set of shiny new handcuffs, fetters, and hinges.

As everyone knows, Filch often asks Professor Dumbledore, hoping that the professor will allow him to dump the students with shackles and hang them upside down from the ceiling.

If possible, after he hangs the students upside down on the ceiling, he wants to continue torture the students. Maybe it was bloodletting, maybe something else.

Although Dumbledore hadn't agreed yet, Filch had been meticulously maintaining his instruments of torture, polishing them up. Just waiting for one day to come in handy, the only clean and dazzling thing in the whole room was this set of torture instruments.

Harry didn't know why Dumbledore would allow such a place in the school. He didn't know why Filch, who didn't allow a little dirt outside, would make his office as dirty and messy as a pile of debris. But he knew that he seemed to be out of luck this time.

Filch grabbed a quill from a pen holder on the desk, and dragged his feet to search for parchment in the messy room.

"Damn it." He was angrily. "Frog brains...mouse intestines...creaking slugs...I'm fed up...only dead students are good students... I want them to remember what it's like to make mistakes... forms... I need forms..."

After rummaging through boxes and cabinets, he finally found parchment in the desk, spread the parchment, picked up a long feather pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write.

"Criminal: Harry Potter... Crime:..."

"Only a little mud." Harry was also annoyed. He only trained a little mud, not to mention that he was only passing through the corridor, and Filch was treated as a criminal by this matter.

"You only see a little mud, and of course you only see a little dirty." Filch's voice raised his intonation word by word, his voice increased from everyday speech to yelling.

"But what about me, I need to scrub, use that **** rag, use that **** towel, I'm going to be busy for an hour." Filch's cry was like an amplifier in the airtight room. Like a sound spell, his distorted expression made people nauseous, and a drop of disgusting snot was shaking on the tip of his nose.

"Crime: Desaling the castle... Penalty suggestions..."

Filch sucked in the running nose, squinted his eyes, and looked at Harry ferociously.

Just as Filch was about to write, a loud noise suddenly came from the ceiling of the office, "Kang!" The old oil lamp was shaken.

"Pippy, **** Pippy!" Filch roared loudly, and slammed the quill on the table in anger. "I must catch you this time, I will never let you go!"

Pippi Ghost is a ghost in the academy who focuses on pranks. It always jumps up and down in the air, causing trouble everywhere, constantly creating disasters and misfortunes.

Harry had always disliked Pepy Ghost, but this time he was sincerely grateful to Pepy Ghost, this time it was just in time, and Pepy Ghost turned his attention away from Filch.

Pippi seemed to have broken a big thing this time, hoping that this would make Filch careless about him. It would be best if the two of them could fight together, fight hard, and fight in the dark, so that he could escape quietly in the chaos.

But now, Harry felt that for the time being, he could only wait for Filch to return, and the current chaos was not enough to make Filch forget about him.

Harry sat down on a rickety chair next to the desk. Apart from his half-filled form, there were a few other things on the table. A thick purple envelope with silver lettering on it, Harry glanced at the door carefully, and Filch didn't seem to be coming back.

He picked up the envelope and said, "Quick Mantra Magic Introductory Course". Harry was a little confused, a course he had never heard of.

He opened the envelope, and inside was a sheaf of parchment. The first page of the paper was printed with silver swashes:

Are you still worried about not keeping up with the rhythm of the modern magical world? Are you still looking for excuses for not performing simple magic? Are you still being laughed at for your crappy wand technique?

Then you need it, fast chanting is foolproof, fast chanting is effective, and fast chanting is easy to learn. Brand new courses, dedicated service, gold medal teachers, diamond professors. There have been hundreds of wizard students who have changed their lives and destinies from the fast-chanting courses.

An annoying student’s letter from Top Hill: “I can’t remember those spells, and the potions I made were even made fun of by the whole family. Now, after a semester course of fast chanting, I use spells They knocked it over, and I can now perform all the magic in the house as I want.

Letter from Dietzbury’s troublemaker student: “My wife used to laugh at my crappy magic skills, saying that I was as stupid as a yak. ??But after a month of fast mantra training courses, I succeeded Become a yak! Now she never said I was stupid."

Harry was also attracted by the fascinating advertisement. He tapped his finger and carefully flipped through the other parchment in the envelope. Why did Filch go to this quick mantra training course? Or is he not a normal wizard?

Speaking of which Harry had never seen Filch use a spell. He scrubbed the floor to clean the floor with rags, towels, brooms. Arrange students to scrub and labor, and even forbid them to use magic. Everyone believed that he had a special problem before, but now it seems, or he simply doesn't have the ability to clean with magic?

Harry looked around at Filch's dirty, messy, ruined office, and nodded secretly. It's very possible. He looked down at the content on the parchment again, "Lesson 1: Some advice on using the magic wand", and suddenly there was the sound of stepping steps outside. Filch is back.

He hurriedly tucked the parchment paper back into the envelope and threw it back on the table. As soon as he had done this, the door opened.

Filch looked like he had a big harvest, "That vanishing cabinet is very precious." He couldn't contain his excitement, and said to Mrs. Lorice, "Now we can finally let that pesky Pippy go from The college is gone, dear."

As soon as his gaze fell on Harry, he suddenly thought of something, and turned his gaze to the fast-chanting envelope in shock. Harry also found out that its current position on the table had deviated from its original position by two feet. "This is the end." Harry's face also became ugly.

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