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A Squib is a person who comes from a wizarding family but cannot learn magic.

Argus Filch is one of them, which to a certain extent caused his bad character and attitude of hating little wizards.

He has a bad temper and is annoying, and his favorite hobby is to antagonize the students in Hogwarts.

With my own actions, I have personally proved that poor people must have something to hate. There is some truth in this sentence.

Now, Filch has been exposed to the greatest pain in his heart by the mage, which makes him very embarrassed.

Although everyone knew about it, no one dared to humiliate him like this in front of him, not even Dumbledore.

It's not that people are afraid of him, but out of respect for a poor man.

How could a high-ranking wizard be afraid of a squib?

Therefore, facing the real wizard, Filch could only abandon his dignity, lowered his head and said silently: "Yes, you are right."

The mage didn't care about his increasingly depressed mood, and said to himself: "I'm teaching those children something new recently, I think you should know it."

Filch stood aside like a student who made a mistake, and nodded slightly.

There has been a lot of rumors about arcane magic in Hogwarts recently, how could he not know.

Seeing that he had heard about it, the mage went on to say, "I need you to cooperate with me to do a little experiment about new magic."

"If you succeed, you may be able to master the ability to cast spells, and your life is not in danger."

Filch, who was immersed in grief, didn't react at first, but when he did, his eyes widened for an instant, but his pupils shrank to the smallest.

With a slightly trembling voice, he said, "You...what you said...is it true?"

The mage didn't give him a clear answer, but just said lightly: "How will you know if you don't try?"

"Okay, I promise." The gatekeeper couldn't control his emotions now, and asked very eagerly, "Then when shall we start?"

"Don't worry, Argus." The mage touched the hard Mrs. Norris: "After the students' classes are over tomorrow, you come here to find me."

"Okay, I'll remember." Filch replied repeatedly, and then he was about to leave.

As a result, he stopped after walking a few steps, then stepped back, rubbed his hands, and said a little embarrassedly: "Then...then my cat..."

Lu Wu picked up the changed cat and handed it to him: "It's fine, it won't be long before it wakes up."

When Filch held Mrs. Norris in his arms, feeling its soft body regained, he still couldn't believe that it had been cured.

"This..." He blinked desperately, looking at the cat and then at the mage: "This is simply a miracle!"

Then he hugged the cat and kept bowing: "Thank you, thank you very much for your help."

Lu Wu waved his hand and said casually: "If it's okay, you can leave first, just remember not to be late tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he picked up a book at hand and flipped through it.

"Yes, I remember." Filch, who was moved, walked out backwards while thanking him repeatedly.

After going out, he did not forget to close the office door for him.

Time soon came to the next day, and Lu Wu, who was preparing for the next class, received the notice.

Dean Dumbledore invited him to watch a Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

To be honest, the mage is not interested in this kind of children's play house, so he might as well read a book for a while.

For example, he is currently studying the principles of the three unforgivable curses.

But in the end, he couldn't stand the warm invitation of the White Wizard, so he had to come to the stadium to watch the game with most of the Hogwarts faculty and staff.

Because Quidditch needs to ride a broomstick and compete in mid-air, the auditorium is built very high, like a city wall, surrounding the court for a week, and it is full of densely packed little wizards.

Some distance from the city wall, there will be a high platform tens of meters high. Lu Wu, Dumbledore, and the professors are sitting on one of the high platforms.

This kind of childish movement seems to be able to arouse everyone's emotions. Even the professors who are usually good teachers seem extremely excited.

And Lu Wu also felt very happy.

He found that he didn't come in vain today, and he sensed the fluctuation of the world rune in the huge Quidditch pitch.

However, Lu Wu didn't tell the white wizard beside him the news, because the rune hasn't appeared yet, so you can wait a little longer.

With the referee's order, the game officially began.

In the auditorium, the emotions of the audience became more and more high. They waved the flags of the teams they supported and cheered loudly. The madness seemed to be no less than some major sports in the Muggle world.

The whole game was served by a Slytherin player, and then the two teams tried their best to compete for the Bludger.

All kinds of thrilling and exciting flying movements emerged one after another, which made the audience around them very addicted.

Then, with the subtle cooperation of the Slytherin players in green uniforms, they took the lead in grabbing the Bludgers flying around and throwing them into the goal.

"Congratulations to the Slytherin team for scoring a goal!"

The resonant voice of the little wizard who explained it made the audience's emotions fall into a climax.

But soon, the Gryffindor team, wearing red uniforms, scored a goal not to be outdone, and equalized the score again.

In the next few rounds, the two teams won and lost each other, but overall Slytherin had the upper hand.

But in the noisy audience, the mage who kept calm all the time seemed so out of place, which caused Dumbledore to ask him many times if he was not feeling well.

After getting a negative answer, he turned his attention back to the tense game.

"Another goal for Slytherin! Now they are 90-30 ahead of Gryffindor."

Not far in front of the two, a dark-skinned little wizard dutifully explained the game, and every word he said received enthusiastic responses from the audience.

Among them, even Lucius Malfoy, who has always been proud, couldn't help showing a smile when he saw his son's team take the lead.

But this subtle expression quickly subsided and returned to the seriousness before.

In fact, he didn't come to watch the game today, but to find trouble.

At some point, his son Draco Malfoy inexplicably got the title of a lamb, which made Lucius very angry.

This is a humiliation to the Malfoy family, and even to all pure blood wizards.

He absolutely does not allow his son to have such a weak title.

But what annoyed him the most was that Draco had never told him about it, and if he hadn't been reminded by another Slytherin parent at a party, he might never have known.

So, after learning about the specific situation, Lucius decided to let the newcomer named Ryze learn the lesson he deserved!