Hogwarts: From Luna's House to Godhood Through Intense Competition

Coupled with the deeper meaning implied in Vizet's tone, Filch found it somewhat intriguing.

Filch couldn't be sure whether Vizette's claim of "mastering magic" was true or not.

He knew he was a Squib, and if he could truly master magic, he wouldn't be a janitor at Hogwarts, putting up with the students' bad temper.

Signing up for the rapid mantra recitation course now is simply a way of giving it another try and seeing if a miracle will happen.

When he saw the wand that night, he was incredibly excited. He immediately grabbed it and tried to use the Lighting Charm.

However, reality is cruel; as a Squib, he indeed has no magical talent.

But... Snape is a Potions Master, and Vizet goes to Snape's office every week...

Could it be that through Vizet, Snape could obtain some kind of potion that would allow the Squib to cast spells?

Potions are widely used in the magical world. Filch learned from the Daily Prophet that someone had invented a potion called Wolfsbane Potion, which could restore the sanity of werewolves in their transformed state.

Even werewolves, the lowest rung of the magical world, can be freed from their rage and bloodlust with the help of potions; so can Squibs be altered by potions and thus gain the ability to cast spells?

Thinking of this, Filch gritted his teeth, as if filled with some hope, yet also afraid of being disappointed again.

His voice was forced out through clenched teeth, "You... what way... is there to really let me cast a spell?"

“Mr. Filch, please note…” Vizette gently shook her head, correcting Filch’s statement, “I said ‘mastering magic,’ not ‘casting magic.’”

Chapter 106 Agreement Reached

Are you kidding me?

Filch had intended to say that, but he was so eager to cast the spell that he suppressed the urge.

Moreover, although Wizette's tone was somewhat intimidating, his address was very respectful, consistently calling him "Mr. Filch".

Most people at the school addressed him directly by his given name.

After thinking it over, Filch swallowed hard and asked in a slightly urgent tone, "What exactly do you mean?"

Fred looked utterly astonished. "Wow! You can speak normally! That's amazing!"

“Indeed!” George nodded in agreement. “I thought you’d be this mean-spirited ever since you were born…”

Wizette asked, "Mr. Filch, if I remember correctly, your daily work, besides emphasizing the importance of school rules, also involves cleaning the castle, right?"

“You’re wrong!” Fred raised his hand and said, “Vizet, you’re being too polite. How can that be called ‘emphasizing the importance of school rules’?”

“He’s clearly just picking a fight!” George nodded repeatedly in agreement. “Last time, that kid named Crevy almost got caught by him, even though Crevy didn’t do anything!”

“Shut up!” Filch glared at Fred and George, then nodded and said, “That’s right! My job is to find… maintain school rules and clean the castle.”

Fred and George exclaimed, "Ouch!"

“Then perhaps you could try this… Please wait a moment.” Vizet took a slip of paper out of his pocket and began casting a spell on it, “Cleanse!”

The paper strip in his hand kept changing, gradually swelling up and turning a deep color, until it quickly became a magic wand.

Filch had already been fooled by a fake wand once before, so seeing another fake wand being created now inevitably made him instinctively resistant. "Will it end up being just a toy too?" he wondered.

“It will turn back into a note, but the effect will be different.” Vizet shook his head and handed over the fake wand. “Mr. Filch, you can try it.”

"What should I do?" Filch's voice was a little hoarse, and his hand holding the wand trembled.

Regardless, as a Squib, he still desperately wanted to cast spells.

“Mastering magic…” Vizet repeated, “gripping the wand completely in your palm, just like a normal spellcasting… Do you know the hand gesture for the Purification Charm?”

“Of course I know! I also know the spell!” Filch swallowed hard and shouted impatiently, “Clean…hiss! Cleanse!”

Despite biting his tongue, he endured the pain and recited the cleansing incantation clearly.

As he waved his wand, he felt as if a gentle breeze was blowing around him, bringing up a lot of dust and cat hair, which clumped together into a lump of mud.

"Cleansing spell! This magic! This magic! Cleansing spell!" He waved his wand incoherently, casting the spell again and again, "Clean and refreshed! Clean and refreshed!"

Although a gentle breeze was still blowing, there was no further movement.

Even so, Filch continued waving his wand with great enthusiasm until it turned back into a piece of paper, at which point his eyes instantly went blank.

Looking at the note in his hand, he felt as if he had just been dreaming, and now that he had woken up, he was still a Squib who couldn't do any magic.

Vizette was also observing Filch's spellcasting, summarizing its shortcomings and identifying areas for improvement.

It's like the chanting has disappeared, which can be considered a successful optimization.

However, the cleansing spell can still only be used on oneself, which is an area that needs further improvement.

He looked at Filch and said, "Mr. Filch, I still have classes to attend, so I definitely won't have that much time during the day..."

Upon hearing Vizette's voice, Filch, like an ant finding a floating leaf, impatiently exclaimed, "You can do whatever you want! I still want to cast a spell!"

He held the restored parchment in his hands, his eyes filled with endless longing.

This desire to unleash magic, suppressed for decades, is something others can hardly understand.

“Mr. Filch, please let me finish. Research takes time,” Vizette’s tone returned to normal. “There are still many areas that are not yet perfect…”

“Imperfect?” Filch opened his mouth, trying to understand Vizet’s words.

In his eyes, this fake wand was perfect enough, completely fulfilling his desire to cast spells. It was like an incomparably precious treasure, something he would handle with utmost care, afraid it might melt or break.

Vizet nodded and said, "As a cleansing spell, its function should not be limited to cleaning itself, but should also be able to clean other places."

"It should be able to play a greater role, such as helping you clean the castle and saving some unnecessary time, which is the effect that the cleansing spell should have."

"For it to have this function, I need to be able to move freely within the castle... Also, there's..."

Can it be used to clean the castle?

Before Wizette could finish speaking, Filch nodded eagerly, "No problem! Absolutely no problem! You're letting these two kids through too, right? No problem! A few more people wouldn't be a problem either!"

The Weasley twins refused in unison, saying, "We don't need to be allowed to pass."

Fred grinned. "Filch, I still prefer your rebellious side. Why don't you try to get back into your old ways? I'm really not used to it!"

“That’s right!” George nodded. “You look so unfamiliar to me now! If I don’t have a little fight with you, I’ll fall asleep during my night stroll!”

Filch pursed his lips and began to consult Wizette, "What do you think..."

……

After some discussion, the two sides reached an agreement.

Vizet will continue to improve the function of the fake wand, while enjoying maximum freedom within Hogwarts Castle.

Not only him, but also the students whose names were written down by Wiese were able to enjoy the same care.

“I will definitely keep my promise!” Filch put away the list and quickly left the corridor.

Looking at Filch's seemingly youthful figure, George suddenly had a whimsical thought, "So, does that mean we can... use dung balls without any scruples?"

"Yes! We can do whatever we want now!" Fred clapped his hands, looking excited. "We've been wanting to test its effectiveness!"

"The main problem is that it's actually difficult to clean, and if Professor McGonagall finds out, I'll definitely lose points, so I haven't done anything about it!"

George's eyes lit up. "He cast a spell to eliminate the dung ball. We'll keep improving the dung ball until it can no longer be eliminated by the cleansing spell!"

"Great idea! Since the dung balls can't be removed by the cleansing spell, let's research something that can eliminate their odor..."

"That's an endless supply of Galleons!" Fred's eyes seemed to gleam with gold. "These prank props must be sold in sets!"

Vizette smiled without saying a word. This fake wand was just the first step; he had many more ideas to put into practice.

To achieve this and gain greater freedom, walking around Hogwarts Castle is a crucial step...

Chapter 107 The Marauder’s Map

After this commotion, the three ended their nighttime stroll.

As they walked up the moving staircase, George asked curiously, "Vizet, how did you come up with that magic spell you just used?"

Fred was equally curious. "Yes! I thought your magical items were made through alchemy, but I didn't expect they were just magic!"

“Perhaps it’s because I’m quite good at Transfiguration magic?” Vizette smiled slightly. “Professor Sprout told me a theory, and I incorporated it into Transfiguration magic.”

"Professor Sprout's theory?" George and Fred exchanged a glance. "She actually had a backup plan!"

“That’s true!” Fred analyzed seriously. “That swamp magic isn’t as simple as it seems.”

“That’s right! After all, he’s a professor at Hogwarts!” George nodded in agreement. “There are hardly any simple ones.”

“Except Lockhart!” they said in unison, their mouths agape in unrestrained laughter.

Wizette remained noncommittal; Professor Lockhart was simply too bizarre, with a strong sense of disconnect.

"Fred, George, are you interested in that theory? I can tell you about it."

Fred's eyes lit up. "That theory? Is that something you can tell us about?"

"Isn't this Professor Sprout's secret weapon?" George asked with great interest.

“It was just a coincidence.” Vizette shook her head. “I wasn’t the only one listening; Luna and Hannah were there too, and we helped take care of the herbs.”

"Then tell us quickly!" The Weasley twins rubbed their hands together, their movements always so perfectly synchronized.

Wizette took out his notebook and started explaining the "Rubik's Cube theory" to them as he went up the stairs, leaving the two of them completely bewildered.