69novels Chapter 84 Do you want to become a real wizard?
Chapter 84 Do you want to become a real wizard?
In the empty fourth-floor corridor, a sudden gust of wind swept past Filch.
"His-"
Filch cried out in pain, looking down at the back of his hand that was holding the lantern. There, he saw a tiny wound that had inexplicably appeared, with traces of blood seeping out.
"Who is it? Who is it?! I see you! Come out here right now!"
Filch immediately looked around alertly, roaring loudly and bluffing.
Based on his years of experience, he knew that the gust of wind just now was definitely not a natural phenomenon; it must have been some mischievous student playing a prank on him with magic.
He will not allow such students to get away with it!
Filch was yelling and calling out to Mrs. Lorris, hoping his pet cat could help him find the bad students lurking around.
Cats naturally have a stronger sense of smell and sensitivity than humans.
Despite Mrs. Lorris's long-term malnutrition and emaciated appearance, this did not prevent her from helping Filch find people.
Before long, its cat's eyes locked onto the area where Dudley was hiding, and Dudley hadn't gone far at all.
Filch and his pet cat were in perfect sync. As soon as Mrs. Lorris pinpointed the area where the prisoner was located, a sinister smile immediately spread across his lewd old face.
"Ha ha ha! I was right after all!"
Filch's smile froze. He was startled by Dudley's sudden, maniacal laughter, and nearly dropped his lantern. Mrs. Lorris also bristled and her fur stood on end.
Dudley removed the illusion spell from his body and revealed himself to Filch and Lady Lorris.
He held Smetin's cane in one hand, and slightly raised the other, a drop of Filch's blood on his finger.
He had just used his strong physique to run past Filch invisibly, took a drop of blood from the back of Filch's hand with his fingernail, and then focused his attention to have the system analyze the blood.
The system indicates that this drop of blood is [Inert Magic Blood], not an unidentifiable non-magical item.
This was not unexpected by Dudley.
He knew from the beginning that although Squibs couldn't use magic, they were different from Muggles.
Squibs can see magical creatures that Muggles cannot see at all, such as Dementors;
Squibs are also immune to Muggle Expulsion Charms and possess some mystical traits that Muggles do not have.
This proves that the Squib was actually a crippled wizard.
The results of the system's analysis of Filch's blood also proved this point.
The blood of a dud contains magic, but this magic is inert, meaning it cannot be used or released from the body to become magic.
Compared to normal wizards, the magical trait expressed by the Squib gene is incomplete, failing to express the trait of 'being able to release and use magic'.
To solve this problem, we need to give the Squib the ability to guide and use magic.
This task would be incredibly difficult for others, but for Dali now, it's a piece of cake.
When he fused with the cracked Quirrell Wand, he gained a 'slow and unstable wandless spellcasting' ability, which was automatically banned by the system.
This ability is trash to Dudley, but it's a treasure to the Squib.
After all, even a delayed and unstable spellcasting is still spellcasting, and it is many times better than not being able to cast spells at all!
If this ability were transferred to a Squib, it would be like installing a cracked wand on the Squib's magic-side gene, injecting life into a stagnant pool and creating a leak.
From then on, the Squib could use magic intermittently, and if paired with a real wand with high compatibility, it would be almost indistinguishable from a normal wizard.
……
"You...you...you're Dumbledore's newly appointed teaching assistant?!"
Filch recovered from his shock and, quite rudely, raised the lantern close to Dudley's head, asking in a trembling voice.
Seeing that the person who had been teasing him was not an ordinary student, Filch's momentum weakened considerably.
Dudley, with a sour face, pushed Filch's lantern aside with his cane, then gave Filch a devilish smile and uttered a sound like a demon's whisper:
“Mr. Filch, do you want to receive the shocked looks of the Hogwarts students and teachers? Do you want to sit openly in the staff seats of the Great Hall and summon food with your wand?”
Do you want to gain recognition from others and no longer taste the bitterness of loneliness? Do you want to become a wizard who can wield magic…?
"what?!"
Filch was startled when he heard Dudley's words. His old eyes instinctively showed a moment of intense longing, but it didn't last long. His gaze quickly dimmed, and he began to radiate an uncontrollable rage.
He sternly questioned Dali:
“Dursley teaching assistant, are you kidding me? Your prank is clumsy! Don’t forget, you’re a teaching assistant, but also a student! As a student, you’re subject to school rules and to my authority as an administrator! I…”
"Fine, don't believe me then!" Dudley's expression instantly turned cold, and he turned to leave. "Mr. Filch, you just missed the greatest opportunity of your life. Just wait to be a dud until you die!"
Watching Dudley's slowly departing figure, Filch's excited emotions suddenly froze. He couldn't finish his harsh words, and his heart was gripped with anxiety and emptiness, as if some extremely rare opportunity was slipping away from him.
"Wait!"
Filch couldn't suppress his inner panic and tried to call out to Dudley.
However, Dudley did not stop upon hearing Filch's voice; instead, he quickened his pace and left.
"No—stop! Assistant Professor Dursley, please stop!"
Filch was overwhelmed by a huge wave of regret, and his mental defenses collapsed rapidly. He let out a trembling shout, using honorifics, and quickly took off with his still relatively nimble old legs to catch up with Dudley and circle around to stand in front of him.
"Please, please forgive my disrespect! Please give me another chance! Please give me another chance! I'm willing to pay any price to become a wizard!"
Filch, with his hunched back, bowed repeatedly to Dudley, appearing sincere and humble.
He had wanted to be a wizard his whole life, and now that he finally had a glimmer of hope, he couldn't give up.
He had already remembered that the person in front of him was no ordinary little wizard, but the savior's cousin, a recipient of the Order of Merlin First Class Honor Medal who invented a magical spell to combat dark magic.
Such a person wouldn't try to deceive or trick him like those Weasley twins.
"Oh?" Hearing Filch's words, Dudley's face broke into a wicked grin again. "You mean, you're willing to pay any price?"
"That was when..."
Filch's words caught in his throat as he suddenly thought of his Mrs. Norris and Hogwarts Castle, where he had lived most of his life.
“I apologize, Assistant Professor Dursley, please forgive my slip of the tongue. I cannot leave Hogwarts, nor can I lose Mrs. Norris. Apart from that, I am willing to pay any price to become a wizard!”