Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

To be honest, Mr. Filch’s mood is very complicated now.

He was the first to witness Mad-Eye Moody fighting the Black Death, and until now, it was only one after another.

For a squib, the battle of the wizard is always his most enviable and equally annoying thing – especially him, Argus Filch, a squib whose parents are wizards.

He used to resent his parents and resent himself, but as he grew older, those resentments faded over time without knowing it.

But he is a squib thing, but it is always the deepest scar in his heart.

Because he is the same as all the children born in the family of the wizard, he has been full of fantasies about the magic of all kinds. Unlike other young wizards, his illusion has been with him for decades.

Recalling the first twenty years of his life, it seems to be the epitome of his life to this day.

Before the age of the magic power riot, he was born in the family of the wizard, looking forward to the mystery of magic; after the age of the magic power riot, he was slowly desperate in anxious and depressed.

It seems to be the dividing line of his first two decades, which divides his joy and pain so clearly, as if he had seen Dumbledore on Hog’s Head, and made his life 1 point two.

He didn’t know what Dumbledore thought. He only knew that it was Dumbledore’s appearance, and he understood his desire for magic World.

After Apogon Pringer retired, he took over the keys of the Hogwarts administrator’s office and lived in Hogwarts Castle in a different childhood.

This residence is a full thirty years.

He just wanted to get closer and closer to this fantastic castle… He wanted to use his life to touch the dream he had most wanted in his childhood.

However, as the days passed, year after year, and watching the young wizards enter the school and graduate, he is still a squib – this has not changed since the beginning.

Gradually, he spent more and more time in the castle, and he was more and more keen to arrest students who violated the school rules, even eager to restore the old system of the school, and punish those students hanging on the iron chain of the ceiling.

Because in his opinion, those little bastards who don’t understand the rules and don’t study well should be punished! Defeated!

Yes! Hey! He felt embarrassed at the bottom of his heart!

He swears that the little bastards obviously have innate talent, but they only know how to play all day, only know the trouble… If you don’t, why not give your innate talent to me? why?

Obviously you can use magic with a little effort; and I have been learning for so many years, but still have no hope?

I just want to pick up wand and wave a few inches of feathers. Is it so difficult?

I just want to use the tip to point a little cauldron, let the recipe take effect, is it so difficult?

I just want to see a little black smoke in the crystal ball. Is it so difficult?

I just want to open a magic book… is it so difficult?

But the reality tells him that he can only look at the books such as “Modern A History of Magic” and “The Dream Oracle” that are not related to magic power, and that’s all.

To this day, Filch is still working hard. He reads books without magic when he is free, sneak out wand wrestling once in the office, and even reports to the correspondence class to study secretly – even if it is useless, he is not willing to give up .

Leaning against the door panel of the back door, Filch still squats as usual, looking at the battle of mad-eye Han and the Black Death on the lake.

They are getting closer and closer, close at hand… can he be afraid?

No, not at all!

If possible, he would rather die in the hands of the evil and fearsome Death Eater, at least thousands of times more powerful than the squib’s regret.

This is only because he loves magic in his heart, which will not change for a lifetime.

Hogwarts is the most sacred piece of land in his mind.

“Who?”

Filch, who was recalling Lieutenant, suddenly heard a rush of footsteps from messy, coming from the aisle in the door.

He picked up the lantern on his feet and lifted his legs and walked in. The cat he raised, Mrs. Norris, followed him in his footsteps.

“Who is there?”

The dry, hoarse voice echoed in the corridor aisle, and the string of steps suddenly stopped.

The Master of the footsteps is naturally Harry and Ron.

They passed by Hermione against the wall like a wind, and immediately after hearing the voice of Filch, they seemed to subconsciously turn around and want to escape.

“station–“

Filch already saw the faces of Harry and Ron, and suddenly recognized the two little bastards who always loved each other.

A word of “staying” rolled over his mouth, but he swallowed back.

Filch glanced back at the door, then he ran to the passage and pulled Harry and Ron toward the auditorium like a duck.

“…well! I will put you in the commemorative cup display room and wipe the trophy for a month!”

Filch’s voice echoed in the hallway, still so hoarse, still hysterical, as if every student who violated the rules of the school was his enemies.

Hermione, standing by the corridor, glanced in the direction of Filch’s departure and then walked gently toward the door.

“bang!”

Suddenly outside, Hermione was shocked, and then she saw an incredible picture.

It was Moody, who had already retreated from the lake to the dock on the underground dock, and the black dead was falling heavily on the ground, splashing a large piece of broken stone.

Hermione quickly retracted her head, and then she was unpredictable.

The situation outside is clear at a glance – there are enemy sneak attacks at the back door, and Moody is blocking the other.

But what is it that is fighting Moody?

After fixing her mind, she once again poked her head and watched the outside situation with trepidation.

Moody seems to be a little hard, he keeps casting spells and trying to repel the other side to keep the distance, but the physical strength of the other side seems to be extra powerful, and the resistance to magic is even more difficult to understand.

With a path of beam and flame impact, Moody’s sophistication made his curse not fail at all, but at most it can only repel the opponent a few steps, and sometimes even let the other party shake a little.

Although the distance between them is still more than 20 feet, if you continue to do so, the first thing you can’t hold is Mad-Eye Moody.

Moody frowned angrily, his magic eye and the other normal eye staring at the Dark Deaths, the wand in his hand was still swaying, and the tip was always aimed at the enemy.

He didn’t know that Dumbledore had actually set up a defensive barrier, and the scope was almost covering the entire castle. In fact, as long as he retreats into the back door corridor, it will be much easier.

Therefore, he has been stiff, even if his magic power operation has been somewhat stagnation, even if his physical strength can not keep up.

But he only knows that he can no longer retreat, he must block the other side here.

“bad!”

Moody’s well-behaved eyes suddenly slammed, and his heart suddenly slammed, because he suddenly felt his feet squat, and then he lost his balance.

“Be careful!”

“peng!”

Hermione’s scream and a muffled sound slammed in tandem, and she saw Moody tilting back, seeing Moody’s wand, seeing the magic power beam rubbing the head of the black-eyed guy. Go out.

Then she saw that Moody was hit by the strange guy on the shoulder, flew straight to her side, and then fell heavily on the wall.

“go back!”

Moody, who stumbled over the outer wall of the door, barely turned back and immediately saw Hermione, who stepped out of step by step. He immediately shouted loudly, and then he coughed up a large blood.

Moody’s left shoulder has been completely distorted, but he can’t feel the pain.

Moody, who has been seriously injured many times, knows very well that in this case, the intense pain will take a while to arrive.

Without hesitation, he immediately lifted the wand firmly in the right hand and released a spell again, trying to win the last time for the female child.

Hermione lose one’s head out of fear The mantle is at the door, she keeps thinking, but her heart is getting more and more chaotic – yes, she always commits this problem in the face of crisis.

“What to do? Is there any way? What should I do?”

She did not consider running away, as if she had not had this vocabulary in her dictionary.

“… Is there anything else that can be used? Marx What would happen if he encountered this situation?” She kept whispering, and Moody’s jealousy seemed to be blocked by her.

Suddenly, she jerked her eyes.

“Marx… Marx! Right!”

Hermione immediately put her hand into her arms and gave Marx her birthday present – the remaining two bottles of potion were taken out together.

Then she quickly lifted one of the potions and made every effort to smash the monster.

“hua la – 嘭 -“

A radiant blue flame splattered like a blast of the sun, and a dazzling and hot rays of light broke out in front of the Black Death.

The flames, which are difficult to see directly, are directly attached to the black gas of the Black Death, which is full of magic power. It burns and turns the Black Death into a bright blue fireman.

Moody squinted his eyes, gritted his teeth and waved wand again, and threw it back a few more steps, but the monster rushed toward it.

“Not useful?”

Both Moody and Hermione held their breath, staring at the monster in a sneak peek, but swaying after a few steps, and the pace slowed down at the same time.