Chapter 26 Filch Is Defeated and Development Starts From Scratch

Filch has decided that he will no longer patrol tonight. He will take this legendary genius to his cabin and listen to Gretel's tearful confession.

There is no doubt that he has this ability.

He was just a first-year wizard, and he had used this method to scare countless students.

There is no need to mention expulsion, just mention that you will take them to see the dean and deduct their points, and you can scare them into begging for mercy all night long.

A sinister smile overflowed from the bottom of his heart, and even his face like a dead tree became ferocious.

"If you don't want me to report this matter to your dean, you'd better come with me now. If your confession satisfies me, I can forget about today's incident."

"What's going on today? What's going on today?"

Grete had a puzzled expression on his face and looked at Filch with innocent eyes.

"Of course you went out at night against the rules. You even cast a curse on my lovely Loris."

Filch's tone was filled with resentment.

"Oh, the curse will stop immediately."

The petrification curse was lifted on the spot.

When Mrs. Norris saw her master in front of her, she turned around and barked at Gretel.

"Besides, it's just a simple petrification curse. What kind of curse is this?"

The ease in Grete's tone seemed to have touched Filch's taboo, and his hand holding the lamp trembled.

"You will regret it, I promise, Grete, you will regret it."

Grete calculated the time and estimated that the two little ones had already run away and sent out their own signal.

The hidden Fox appeared instantly, and with the dazzling firelight, he wandered over Gretel's head again.

"Then, Mr. Filch, I will go back to the tower to rest. If you want to complain, you are welcome to go to Principal Dumbledore's office. I think he has not rested yet."

It seems that this is not the first time that Fox has been used as a talisman. At least, when it appeared, Filch seemed to have had all his muscles and bones pulled out of his body, and his soaring arrogance disappeared in an instant.

Grete left, taking Fawkes with him as he strutted away from Filch.

He didn't pay any attention to Filch, who was trembling with anger.

His kindness has never been reserved for such people. He gave me kindness and repaid him with kindness.

People like this have malicious intentions deep in their hearts and are always ready to drag others into trouble.

He never showed any sympathy. Squibs were born and it was no one else's fault.

Even if the wizarding world gave him a chance, the wizarding world would actively help all Squibs integrate into Muggles.

It is even said that they can live a comfortable life in the Muggle world without working hard.

Filch refused and chose to go to Hogwarts, a wizarding school that cultivates the future of the wizarding world, and become a gatekeeper.

Filch's fault was that he was too mean. Because he had no talent, he wanted to torture the little wizard to satisfy his own psychological pleasure.

It has been more than a month since school started, and every time I pass by Filch, I can feel the lingering malice in him.

If he hadn't encountered it, Gretel wouldn't have looked for an opportunity to stumble.

But there are no ifs. Now that he has encountered it, he will not just surrender.

Not only to protect the two little ones, but also to avenge myself from Filch's malicious eyes for more than a month.

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Back in the tower, Gretel saw the owl squatting on the fireplace. It was Harry Potter's messenger, the snowy owl Hedwig.

"Grete, you are finally back. Here, the person who delivered the letter to you has not seen you and won't let us touch it at all."

Opening the letter, sure enough, there was a message from Harry, who had rushed all the way back to the Gryffindor common room, asking about his situation.

"McGarrett:

Good news.

I have returned to the lounge. I wonder if Filch has made things difficult for you. Thank you for your help today.

If I don't receive your reply before dawn, I will go to Professor McGonagall for help, admit my mistake to Professor McGonagall, and get you back.

You know, Professor McGonagall is very optimistic about me and hopes that I can help Gryffindor win the Quidditch Cup.

Harry Potter. "

Gretel was helpless, he really didn't know how Harry's mind worked, and he still wanted to exchange him for himself.

He took the initiative to confront Filch just to cover the two of them. If he came to find Professor McGonagall, wouldn't he take the initiative to send him to his door?

Gretel patted his head and decisively pushed away the idea of ​​making friends with Harry.

If she becomes a friend, she will definitely become the nanny of the savior team.

At that time, the savior team will be formed, Gretel & Hermione and his two brainless sons.

Feeling a chill, Gretel quickly wrote a letter that was safe to read and asked Hedwig to take it back to Harry.

——

On Friday morning, Gretel rarely got up late, but fortunately there was no class in the morning.

After replying to Harry's letter last night, Gretel couldn't hold back her excitement and studied the two notes from Dumbledore.

Now he was basically certain that the owner of the other note must be the Dark Lord of the generation locked in Nurmengard by Dumbledore.

Gellert Grindelwald.

Because a large part of the things recorded in the two notes overlap, but some of the concepts mentioned in them are different.

By comparing the two notes, many of Gretel's doubts that he had not understood before were solved.

It should be said that Ravenclaw is really the King's College. After all, there are no classes and no one is there to have fun.

When Gretel got up, there was no one else in the dormitory.

Either in the common room, pestering seniors to ask questions, or going to the library to immerse in the sea of ​​books.

Of course, Gretl is no stranger to this kind of behavior, he is also like this to others.

Or the young eagles are used to pursuing knowledge.

In their free time, they would rather empty their minds to think about problems than do irrelevant entertainment.

Except for Terry, he is basically not a roll call, or he is only a roll call in things he likes.

For example, cultivating herbs, Quidditch, or Defense Against the Dark Arts.

In Terry's words, I am different from Gretl. I am not interested in becoming omnipotent. I just want to learn what I am interested in.

Gretl suspected more than once that the Sorting Hat was distracted when sorting Terry.

After all, according to Terry's personality, he is obviously more suitable for Hufflepuff or Gryffindor.

Just like him, he thought that someone as likable and considerate as him would go to Hufflepuff.

Although his talent is also very good, his most conspicuous trait is obviously friendliness.

Before coming to Hogwarts, he was already thinking about how to lure Cedric, the most outstanding third-year senior in Hufflepuff, into his research room.

Who would have thought that he would be assigned to Ravenclaw and kidnap Percy's future girlfriend Penelope.

Thinking of Penelope, Gret immediately packed up and went straight to the Room of Requirement.

After receiving generous guidance from Professor Voldemort and studying the notes of the first generation of black and white devils.

Gret already had a bold idea in his mind.

Compared with disassembling the formed spells, it is obviously easier to complete one's own ideas by modifying the magic configuration.

After all, each formed spell contains confidentiality measures that the researcher may have intentionally or unintentionally.

Even some spell theories are ambiguous even to the creator. He knows how to use it and how to teach others to use it.

But there is no way to form a systematic theory.

So disassembling spells is really a thankless task.

Building from scratch is different. It's like disassembling and understanding a program written by someone else.

Then you have to modify and adjust it, and then embed it into your own framework, which may not be applicable.

One is to know your needs and create it from scratch.

Obviously, after having enough technical reserves, the second one is definitely simpler.

In the past, it was because I didn't have the ability, so I could only borrow from others.

Now that ability is no longer a problem, I naturally have to develop my own things.

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Small theater

Gretel (arms-akimbo): Squib Filch, do you know what a Hogwarts bully is now? Do you know what a professor's treasure is? Do you know what the future of the wizarding world is?

What level, I am in the same castle with you, take your broken door with me before you leave.

Filch (holding Dumbledore's thigh and accusing): Principal, don't hit people in the face, don't expose people's shortcomings when scolding them, I'm going to sue Gretel.

Dumbledore: What did he do to you?

Filch: He told me I was a Squib.

[ps: Little Gretel is a polite person, this is not the case in reality, please do not bring up the main text of the short play, (づ￣3￣)づ╭～]