To be honest, Mr. Filch's mood is very complicated now.
He was the first, and to this day, the only person to witness Mad-Eye Moody fighting the Black Death.
For a Squib, wizards' fighting is always the thing he most envies and hates the most - especially him, Argus Filch, a Squib whose parents are both wizards.
He once resented his parents and himself, but as he got older, those resentments gradually faded over time.
But the fact that he was a squib would always be the deepest scar in his heart.
Because like all children born in a wizarding family, he was once full of fantasies about all kinds of magic. Unlike other little wizards, his fantasy has been with him for decades.
Looking back on the first twenty years of his life, it seems to be a microcosm of his life today.
Before the age of magic riots came, he was born in a wizard family and was full of hope for the mystery of magic; after the age of magic riots passed, he slowly despaired in anxiety and depression.
That seemed to be the dividing line between his first twenty years, dividing his joy and pain so clearly, just like the day he met Dumbledore at the Hog's Head Bar, which divided his life into two.
He didn't know what Dumbledore was thinking. He only knew that it was Dumbledore's appearance that made him understand his desire for the magical world.
After Apollyon Pringle retired, he took over the keys to the Hogwarts Administrator's Office and lived in Hogwarts Castle with a completely different identity than he had imagined in his childhood.
This stay lasted for thirty years.
He just wanted to be closer to this dreamy castle... He wanted to spend his whole life touching the dream he longed for most as a child.
However, as the days passed and the years passed, and he watched the little wizards enroll and graduate one after another, he was still a squib - this had not changed from the beginning.
Gradually, he spent more and more time wandering around the castle, and became more and more keen on catching students who violated school rules. He even longed to restore the school's old system and punish those students by hanging them on chains from the ceiling.
Because in his opinion, those little bastards who don't understand the rules and don't study hard should be punished! Punish him severely!
yes! He is jealous! He felt jealous from the bottom of his heart!
He is jealous of those little bastards who obviously have talents, but they only know how to play and get into trouble all day long... If you don't want it, why don't you give me your talents? Why
Obviously you can use magic with a little effort; but I have studied for so many years and still have no hope
I just want to pick up my wand and wave it and make a feather float a few inches. Is it that hard
I just want to tap the crucible with the tip of the stick to make the formula take effect. Is it that difficult
I just want to see a little black smoke in the crystal ball. Is it that difficult
I just want to open a magic book... Is it that difficult
But the reality told him that he could only read books like "Modern History of Magic" and "Dream Interpretation Guide" that had nothing to do with magic to satisfy his appetite, that's all.
To this day, Filch is still working hard. Whenever he has free time, he reads non-magical books, secretly takes out his wand and waves it when he returns to the office, and even enrolls in a correspondence course to study in secret - even if it is useless, he is not willing to do it. give up.
Leaning against the door panel of the back door, Filch was still hunched over as usual, watching the battle between Mad-Eye and the Black Death on the lake, in a daze.
They were getting closer, so close... But was he afraid
No, not at all!
If possible, he would rather die in the hands of those evil and feared Death Eaters. That would be at least a thousand times better than dying silently and sadly with a "squib".
This is just because he loves magic from the bottom of his heart, and this will never change in his life.
Hogwarts was the most sacred land in his mind.
"who?"
Filch, who was in a trance while reminiscing, suddenly heard a burst of rapid and messy footsteps coming from the corridor behind the door.
He picked up the lantern placed at his feet, raised his legs and walked inside. His cat, Mrs. Norris, also followed his footsteps and walked beside him.
"Who's there?"
A dry and hoarse voice echoed in the corridor, and the sound of footsteps suddenly stopped.
The owners of those footsteps were naturally Harry and Ron.
Like the wind, they passed by Hermione who was leaning against the wall. After hearing Filch's voice, they immediately stopped and seemed to turn around subconsciously and wanted to run away.
"stand-"
Filch had already seen the faces of Harry and Ron, and instantly recognized these two troublemaking little bastards.
The word "live" rolled on his lips, but he swallowed it back.
Filch glanced back at the door, then ran towards the passage, herding Harry and Ron towards the Great Hall like ducks.
"...Okay! I'm going to put you in the commemorative cup showroom and polish the trophy for a month!"
Filch's voice echoed in the corridor, still so hoarse and still so hysterical, as if every student who violated school rules was his enemy.
Standing on the edge of the corridor, Hermione glanced in the direction Filch left, and then walked gently towards the door.
"boom!"
There was a sudden explosion outside, and Hermione was startled, and then she saw an incredible scene.
That was Moody. He had retreated from the lake to the pier of the underground dock, and the Black Death fell heavily to the ground, splashing a large amount of gravel and broken bricks.
Hermione quickly retracted her head, and then gathered her thoughts in shock.
The situation outside is clear - there is an enemy sneak attack at the back door, and Moody is blocking the opponent.
But what is that thing that is at war with Moody
After regaining her composure, she stuck her head out again and fearfully observed the battle outside.
Moody seemed to be struggling. He kept casting spells and trying to repel the opponent to keep the distance, but the opponent's physical strength seemed to be particularly strong, and his resistance to magic was even more incomprehensible.
As beams of light and flames struck away, Moody's sophistication prevented his spell from failing even once, but at most he could only knock the opponent back a few steps, and sometimes he could only stagger the opponent slightly.
Although the distance between them was still more than twenty feet, if it continued like this, Mad-Eye Moody would definitely be the first to be unable to hold on.
Moody frowned irritably, his magic eye and the other normal eye staring at the Black Death disciple. Although the wand in his hand was shaking unsteadily, the tip of the wand was always pointed at the enemy.
He didn't know that Dumbledore had actually erected a defensive barrier, which almost covered the entire castle. In fact, it would be much easier if he retreated into the hallway by the back door.
Therefore, he has been holding on hard, even though his magic power is now a little stagnant, and even his physical strength can't keep up.
But he only knew that he could no longer retreat, and he had to block the opponent here.
"Oops!"
Moody's intact eye suddenly widened, and his heart suddenly shuddered, because he suddenly felt a bump under his foot, and then lost his balance.
"careful!"
"boom!"
Hermione's scream and a muffled crash sounded one after another. She saw Moody fall back, saw Moody's wand tilt, and saw the magic beam grazing the head of the guy covered in black energy. Came out.
Then she saw that Moody was punched on the shoulder by the weird guy, flew straight towards her, and then fell heavily against the wall.
"go back!"
Moody, who was leaning against the wall outside the door, reluctantly turned around and immediately saw Hermione who subconsciously took a step forward. He immediately yelled loudly, but then he coughed out a large mouthful of blood.
Moody's left shoulder was completely twisted, but he felt no pain.
Moody, who had been seriously injured many times, knew very well that in this case, it would take a while for the severe pain to come.
Without hesitation, he immediately raised the wand held firmly in his right hand and cast another spell, trying to buy the girl some last minute time.
Hermione froze at the door in panic. She kept thinking, but her heart became more and more confused - yes, she always made this mistake when facing a crisis.
"What should I do? Is there any way? What should I do?"
She didn't think about running away, as if the word didn't exist in her dictionary.
"... Is there anything else we can use? What would Maka do if she encountered this situation?" She kept muttering in a low voice, and Moody's roar seemed to be blocked by her.
Suddenly, her eyes suddenly lit up.
"Maka...Maka! That's right!"
Hermione immediately reached into her arms and took out the remaining two bottles of potion that Maka had given her as a birthday gift.
Then, she quickly raised one of the potions and threw it at the monster with all her strength.
"Crash-bang-"
A bright blue flame suddenly burst out, like an exploding sun, erupting in dazzling and blazing light in front of the Black Death Apostle.
Those flames that were difficult to see directly attached to the Black Death's black energy full of magic, burning fiercely, turning the Black Death into a bright blue burning man.
Moody's eyes widened, he gritted his teeth and waved his wand again, knocking it back a few steps, but the monster continued to rush towards this direction as if it was unaware of it.
"It's no use?"
Moody and Hermione held their breaths, staring unblinkingly at the monster as it crashed in, but after running a few steps, it staggered and its pace slowed down at the same time.