Vol 2 Chapter 1286: ? Christmas gift from the janitor

Argus Filch’s breathing became thicker, and he was not polite. His eyes looked at Ellen in front of him for a moment, his voice was a little distorted: "Principal Harris...you mean me ?..."
"Yes, now there is an idea and plan..." Allen leaned comfortably on the principal's chair, "She and I had an idea from this, and I will make a divine power that can match with Rowena. The medicine...If our vision can be successful, it may be able to get you out of the current...people situation."
The muscles of Filch's cheeks were trembling. Hearing the heavy news from Alan, all his unhappiness and embarrassment were thrown behind him at this moment. He worked hard at Hogwarts. I have been serving as an administrator for several years, watching others can perform magic every day, and those stains that I have to work hard to remove, often only need those wizards to gently wave their magic wand... Even now there is Mr. Handy, but This kind of envy and extravagance since he was a sensible young man still allowed him to spend his savings to learn the fast mantra course, that is, for this matter.
"Filch...but this is just a hypothesis, although theoretically the success rate is very high..." Allen looked at the opponent's reaction with some pity, "but after all, there may be some risks without testing."
"I'm not afraid of danger... Harris school..." Filch was unable to speak after barely pulling out some syllables, his lips opened and closed for a few seconds, and tears fell from his eye sockets.
The Hogwarts janitor's heart was filled with thoughts and emotions: being able to perform magic is my lifelong wish. Under the long-term search and constant disappointment and despair, this wish has almost been completely wiped out. After all, he is so old. It's...but now it's suddenly possible...
Filch wanted to speak but was choked in his throat and couldn't say anything. Under his emotions, his body trembled slightly, and his two hands subconsciously used strength, and the joints protruded.
"Meow!" Mrs. Lorice let out a stern scream, it struggling hard under Filch's hand, and its paws caught Filch's hand with blood, but Filch didn't seem to feel any pain at all. Yes, I just choked.
Allen’s slender fingers pointed at Filch. Filch’s hand became weak and involuntarily opened. Mrs. Lorice fell from his leg to the ground, but only then did Fil realize what happened. Qi hurriedly wiped his tears, but he had no intention of pacifying this partner who had been with him for a long time.
The sound of inhalation came from the portraits that were ordered by Alan to talk freely, making Pansy feel that her heart was pounding nonstop: he could turn a dumb cannon into a wizard. The youngest principal is omnipotent.
But when I thought about Pansy, I thought that there was a who was close to him standing behind him. In this case, how could the Dark Lord defeat Harris? Obviously, there is only one dead end. Next time I see my father, I must Speak clearly to him about the stakes, let him take refuge as soon as possible, and resolutely pull him to Harris.
"Principal Harris, I am not afraid of danger. If the days when I can't use magic are ended, I will do everything, even if I need my life in exchange for a temporary..." Filch said urgently, and then seemed to feel that he was too urgent and forced to stop. Live this kind of prayer with sobbing,
"Not so exaggerated, calm down Argus..." Allen was a little uncomfortable with the eager gaze of the tearful old man. "In fact, there should be no danger, but I can't guarantee success."
"No matter how bad it is, where can it go?" Filch was a little calm at this time. He was in tears, "Principal Harris...you are actually willing to spend time caring about dumb guns like me...I..."
"But before finishing this, there is indeed some equipment work that you need to complete by yourself..." Allen said, touching his chin.
Filch said immediately: "I am willing to give everything I have for it... Principal Harris... I still have some savings..."
"No, it's not asking you to give everything or material things...Although the material of this potion is very precious, don't forget that I own the Philosopher's Stone..." Allen sipped a drink and reminded Filch, who was already dizzy. Then explained, "In fact, it is like this. As we said earlier, this potion requires Rowena to inject some of her divine power to take effect... But her and I now have the primary goal to fight against the evil Grim Reaper..." Allen There was a pause, "Of course it’s nothing if it’s just for you, but there are too many dumb cannons, and many people have to be forced to go to the Muggle world to develop...So if every dumb cannon has to return to a wizard to find What Royna wants... is that you can't spend so much of the power against death on this matter... So Argus, what you need to do is the only thing you need to do... to sincerely believe in Ravenclaw, You said that the divine power that needs to be consumed requires you to provide your faith to this lady..."
Hearing that it was just offering faith, this made Filch's hanging heart fall. He had just thought about all possible harsh conditions, but he didn't expect it to be that simple. Before, he didn't believe in anything except Alan. He didn’t even bother to care about those little wizards who prayed blindly in the school’s temple to believe in a goddess, but at this time it’s up to him. He is even a little upset that he should go to pray early, maybe the faith provided is enough to get back to this. Kind of medicine.
"Argus, I have to remind you that faith is not an exchange, you have to believe in her spontaneously and sincerely... and if you are religious enough, maybe you can pass you hundreds of times once you go." Allen looked at each other. His mind reminded him that he turned his Coke cup calmly-it is not convenient to speak up with the magic potion. He hoped that Filch could be an example to other dumb guns and provide Luna with stability of faith. Source; and that said, no one will be able to copy their medicine after the publicity goes out, and they will cut off their desire to simulate development.
Filch was agitated when Allen reminded him. He nodded and suddenly rubbed his hands together again. He couldn't sit still. He talked in front of Alan and stopped talking. The sweat came out of his forehead. .
Some unexpected Allen caught his thoughts at this time:
As the gatekeeper of the school, he usually guards Hogwarts even if the students are on vacation or go to Hogsmeade. He has almost never gone out except to buy the cleaning supplies. Now he wants to take time off and go to Lavin. Crow prayed at the Temple, and in Hogwarts for so many years, he had not asked for even one day off, because he had never done this before, and he didn't know how to speak.
"Don't worry, Argus, I can understand your current mood... Prayer to Ravenclaw will not require you too much time as long as you are not a full-time staff, but your situation is special so I will give you irregular During the holidays, you take the time to come back every day and arrange your own itinerary at will...er..." Some smiling Allen said, and suddenly paused. He thought that Filch had difficulty using wizards because he had no wands. We are accustomed to transportation, and it is obviously troublesome to ask other wizards for help every time, so he cleared his throat, "When you were at school, I asked Hagrid to take you there. When you get there, I will explain. As for the temple, when you finish praying that day, they will be responsible for sending you back."
"You think too much for me, Principal Harris, but this way is not a difficult task for me." With all his might to suppress his urge to cry again, Filch stood up and bowed low. "I can't let you bother with this kind of trivial matter... Besides, during the Halloween parade a while ago, everyone else was measuring the floating city with their own feet. As long as I can use magic, I will go this way to the temple. Nothing difficult."
"This journey is still a bit far away~EbookFREE.me~ Besides, it’s freezing outside now. It may not be a big problem for young people to walk this far, but it is not suitable for the elderly. Besides, there are many dumb guns. Not living in the floating city, this is a problem that needs to be solved, not just for you, Argus..." Allen took out a piece of parchment from the desk and swiped it quickly with a quill pen , And then handed the note to Filch, "I will let Anka take you to teleport over now. When you come back, give this note to the people in the Temple of Harris, and they will help you call the floating ship. , Argus... my friend, please forgive me for neglecting your question in the past years. Come to my house this Christmas. There are necromantic knights in the school who guard the things that can’t be lost... This kind of potion is treated I gave you a Christmas present in advance."
Regarding Allen’s continuous thoughtful actions, Filch finally couldn’t control his emotions completely, his nose came out, and the raven-shaped table leg he was holding on to the table was crying, even his parents in this life. Because he felt it was a shame for being a dumb gun, and he didn't treat him so well. He didn't know how to express his feelings that he was overwhelmingly grateful. He wanted to do his best to repay Principal Harris' kindness , But I don’t know where to start.
Pansy opened her mouth slightly and watched with a bit of stunned Alan as he completely engulfed Filch, as if she couldn't wait to take out her heart, which made Pansy's cold hair stand up...but she didn't understand. Why would Allen spend so much effort on a dumb gun that should be of no use to him.