(HP Fan) The "Squib" of the Black Family's

Chapter 4 Extra: Filch

　　My name is Argus Filch, and I am a squib.

　　The Filch family is a small family and has never produced any big figures. However, it has the same common problem as the ancient wizard families - looking down on Muggles. Of course, it is undeniable that his people are like those ancient and noble people. It can be said that it is the tragedy of little people to keep up with pure-blood families.

　　I am a squib, so my birth is unwelcome, but I don't want to blame my family. Perhaps, others have never acknowledged this family.

　　In fact, the Filch family is also very famous because they are good at training butlers. If you want to become a true noble, you can't do it without a few years of training, but if you want to become an excellent steward, you can't do it without decades of training! Butlers of aristocrats must be able to read faces, figure out the master's wishes, be able to take care of everything at home and outside the home, have temperament, have good conversation, be polite at all times, and most importantly, be loyal. . And Filch always does the best.

　　There were nobles who were orphaned on their deathbed, and Filch did his best to raise his young master; there were masters who were unwilling to make progress, and Filch took full charge of the master's property; there were masters who were heinous, and Filch also devoted himself to helping... Filch , be proud of these.

　　The status of a butler is not high, but his importance is clear to everyone, especially a loyal butler, who is almost an inseparable part of the nobility, even if they cannot leave a great reputation.

　　Real butlers must be at least forty years old, because they have to learn far more than nobles should learn - they must ensure that they can tell the origin of every food the master eats, they must know all the popular elements, and they must have To have enough taste, you must know all the hobbies of your master, you must be able to appear in front of your master at any time, and you must not lose the master's face... My father is an excellent steward

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　　I was once proud of him, and I was loved by my family. My name originated from a hundred-eyed giant under the goddess Hera in Greek mythology - the capable guard. At that time, I carried the hopes of my parents and was in my life. Before the age of eleven.

　　When I was eleven years old, my life fell from heaven to hell, because before that, no one knew that I was a squib.

　　I am the youngest child of my parents. How happy I was once!

　　However, everything changed, and I clearly felt that I was out of tune with this world. My brothers talked about Hogwarts, Diagon Alley, Hogsmeade, and Quidditch... but I was not interested in them. I knew nothing, I had almost no contact with that world, it was so far away to me.

　　My parents' love for me was gone, and their beloved little son was now a disgrace to them.

　　I was rightfully ignored.

　　When I was thirteen years old, I left home and came to the Muggle world, which I once despised.

　　The air there is suffocating, wars and diseases are everywhere, and I know nothing about many things. I am like a ghost wandering in a world that does not belong to me. Haha, in fact, where is my world?

　　I am used to loneliness and the ridicule of others. I hate this world!

　　However, I didn't expect that I would become the janitor of Hogwarts. Even though it was not a good job, it was extremely important to me - when I was about to starve to death.

　　I became the janitor of the terrifying Hogwarts. I was a nightmare to the students, but what did it matter? Perhaps, I got this position because Hogwarts needs such a janitor. I just need to do my job well.

　　"I think you should think twice if you want to violate school rules in the future, right? Oh, yes... If you ask me, I have to say that hard work and hardship are the best teachers..." For Those students who violate school rules, I am a ferocious beast, and I am happy to see their fearful eyes.

　　What did they say about me?

　　"Filch is the caretaker of Hogwarts. He is a very bad-tempered and annoying person. His hobby is to fight against students. He knows the secret passages and secret doors in Hogwarts better than anyone else. Know better.”

　　"Filch is a squib. He comes from a wizarding family but does not know magic. Hanging from the ceiling of his office are chains and handcuffs that he has polished so that he can use them once he gets permission. Punishing students who violate discipline is his favorite thing to do!"

　　Those senior students, how do they warn their junior students?

　　"Never piss off Filch, that's the stupidest thing to do!"

　　My hobbies are punishing students who violate disciplines and scrubbing the handcuffs hanging from the ceiling of the office - that's also for punishment. At least, some people hate me more than no one remembers me. Be good.

　　I lived alone in the darkest corner of Hogwarts, year after year.

　　I thought that in this life, I would not worry about anyone, but I was wrong.

　　One of my brothers is the steward of the Black family. That day, he handed me a child less than one year old.

　　That child had the same experience as me, no, he was even worse than me. At least, I was happy before he was eleven years old, but he was abandoned right after he was born. He was so young and fragile. I held him without daring to use any more strength.

　　He opened his eyes and looked at me. There seemed to be no energy in his eyes. I suddenly felt heartache. Since we are all abandoned, let us depend on each other.

　　When I faced Dumbledore, I was nervous. I had never liked this principal. In front of him, I felt like I was being seen through. But the child in my arms gave me the courage. I really wanted to adopt him. .

　　He ended up staying at Hogwarts.

　　He was surprisingly quiet, as if he knew his fate, and there was an aura of sadness surrounding him.

　　Originally, I thought that having a child would completely disrupt my life, but in fact it didn’t, his sense of existence was too weak!

　　He neither cried nor fussed, and always lay quietly in bed. I almost thought he was sick, but he was actually very healthy.

　　It took more than a year for the situation to improve. At that time, he could sit on the bench for a day. Finally one day, he fell ill and I gave up my job to take care of him. When he recovered, he called me: "Dad." Tears welled up in my eyes.

　　He started to act like a child in front of me, but he still didn't want to contact the outside world. The only thing he liked to do was read books, all kinds of books.

　　I advised him to go and walk around. Hogwarts actually has a lot of interesting things. He went, but he still didn't want to come into contact with other people.

　　When will this child be able to truly laugh? I hope he can find someone who can cry with him and laugh with him.

　　He is my child, even if there is no blood relationship, even if he is so weird, I hope he is happy, as long as he is happy, and my happiness is his happiness.