Chapter 180 Filch:

The Malfoy family has always cared about the Squib group? There are quite a few squibs in the Malfoy family estate?

fart! Not even a Squib can be seen in Malfoy Manor.

The Squibs in the factory are even more miserable, being regarded as cheap labor that is not as good as Muggle wizards, and squeezed by the Malfoy family.

But would a small castle administrator know about these things?

"You said that your Malfoy family has been working on solving the problem that Squibs can't perform magic?"

Filch's voice was hoarse. Although he thought it was impossible, he still asked.

"Of course, I'm the sole heir of the Malfoy family, would I lie to you little castle administrator?"

Malfoy's nostrils were upturned, and his expression was arrogant, as if I was a pure-blooded young master and I would not lie.

Ron on the side laughed secretly, thinking that Filch would be furious.

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"Then have you come up with the results of your research?" Filch was excited and anxious, not caring about Malfoy's arrogant attitude.

His heartbeat couldn't help beating fast, and his breathing gradually became heavier. Filch was like an unlucky drowning man who found the last straw.

Malfoy pretended not to care, and snorted, "Nonsense, our family is the richest family in the entire wizarding world!"

Hearing Malfoy's affirmative answer, Filch's heart almost jumped into his throat.

Although Malfoy was very arrogant, he really didn't need to lie to himself.

Malfoy then said arrogantly: "Our current Malfoy family's products can already help the Squib group realize some basic magic spells."

"As long as that squib is not an idiot and knows the gestures and incantations of those basic spells, then they are no different from normal wizards"

As he said that, Malfoy directly took out his wand, pointed at the gap that Filch had been cleaning up for a long time, and shouted, "Clean it up!"

In an instant, the dirt in the gap was cleaned up.

"It's like this, as long as all Squibs can cast spells and spells in the future, and hold the wand produced by our Malfoy family, then he can cast these simple spells!"

Hearing the bright future that Malfoy said, Filch almost passed out with excitement.

He has practiced basic spells for more than 20 years, and even secretly hid a second-hand wand, practicing secretly in his bedroom every night.

What for? Isn't it just to be able to cast a spell?

Now, the dream that he couldn't realize in his whole life was actually realized so easily in Malfoy's mouth.

Filch swallowed forcefully, opened his mouth, his face was as ugly as eating shit, and he said hoarsely: "Master Malfoy, where can I buy the product you mentioned?"

At this time, Filch had the slightest bit of ferocity before, with a humble face, like a middle-aged worker who begged the company to lay off employees not to lay off his own.

Since it was the first time to be so submissive to a student, Filch was not used to it.

But in order to cast magic and fulfill my lifelong dream, it's all worth it.

Malfoy's eyes lit up, and he looked back at Lester. After seeing Lester nodded to him, Malfoy cleared his throat.

"Our Malfoy family only produces high-quality products. However, our family has invested a lot of gold Galleons in researching special wands for squibs, and they will definitely be put on the market in the future."

"Perhaps ten or twenty years later, you will be able to see our Malfoy family's special wand for squibs in the market."

"Although I also sympathize with those squibs, I still have some doubts about my father's approach, because the price of these wands is not affordable for the squibs."

Filch's mood suddenly fell from the clouds to the bottom of the valley. In ten or twenty years, he might have passed away long ago.

Even if he is still alive, according to Malfoy, his life savings may not be able to afford the 'squib special wand'

Before the big ups and downs, Filch only felt like he had been on a roller coaster.

Malfoy had shown him a chance to do magic, but the chance had passed.

Filch is very bitter, he wants to complain, complain about the injustice of the world.

Why let him be born into a wizard family and not give him magic, why give him hope and then strangle him alive!

Looking at Filch, who was already crying and laughing, and his mood was a little abnormal, Lester became anxious.

"Cough cough cough" Lester covered his throat, reminding Malfoy to speak quickly.

Don't drive Filch crazy like Fan Jinzhongju.

"Filch, why are you so excited?" Malfoy said nonchalantly, "If you want to take a look, there are quite a few semi-finished products in our family that are ready to use, and I can show them to you."

"Of course, they won't be put on the market, because they are too expensive to build, and they are not very practical"

"What are you talking about!?" Filch was about to go crazy, he grabbed Malfoy's little hand directly, and drew a red mark on Brother Yan's wrist.

Originally still lamenting the injustice of fate, Malfoy turned around and told that there was a semi-finished product ready to use.

"Let me go!" Malfoy panicked, Filch's appearance doesn't look like a good person, and now this kind of weirdo is holding his hand, Brother Drag must not be able to bear it.

Hearing Malfoy's scolding, Filch knew that he had lost his composure, and immediately let go of Malfoy.

However, he still asked expectantly: "Master Malfoy, you mean you can bring the 'squib special wand' you mentioned?"

Malfoy shook his hand in pain, and snorted coldly: "Of course, I am the sole heir of our Malfoy family!"

Looking at Malfoy, who was thrashing his wrist in pain, and at the broom in his hand, Filch hesitated for a long time, and finally made a decision that went against his ancestors.

"Master Malfoy, I accidentally hurt you just now, just rest beside me!"