Chapter 7

At the beginning of the school year, the professors handed over to the little wizard basically theoretical things. Solim was already familiar with them, so he had free rein for spending a lot of his time in the very relaxed environment he was in at the moment.

This morning, what Solim was looking forward to had been delivered by the owl. All day on Friday they only have classes in the morning, and Solim has free time in the afternoon and evening.

After lunch, Solim began to search for someone on campus—Argus Filch.

Filch was the janitor of Hogwarts. He was a very bad-tempered, annoying man, and his hobby was to go against his students. Filch had a cat named Lady Loris, which was almost all of his spiritual sustenance. Like Filch, it spends its days wandering the corridors of the castle, and will quickly rush to the scene of the incident whenever it notices a student making the slightest mess.

Filch is a Squib, meaning that he comes from a wizarding family but does not know magic. This situation also contributed to his terrible personality and hatred towards the young wizards to a certain extent. The ceiling of his office was covered with chains and handcuffs that he had polished so that he could punish students for disciplinary offense if he got his permission, which was his favorite thing to do.

Solim sought out Filch for one reason: he was a Squib.

Seriously, it's hard to find Filch when you're not in trouble. Solim had already wandered around, still not seeing Filch or Lady Loris. After asking seven or eight portraits, Solim finally found Filch, who was cleaning up graffiti on the walls.

Filch is already very old. He can't use magic, only brushes and detergents to deal with dirt, not like a wizard:

"Clean up!".

Filch quickly turned his head to stare at Solim, who he thought was a new trick.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Filch. Solim put away his wand.

"Get out of here, boy!" Filch limped over with a long-handled brush. "Don't try to laugh at me!. "

"I didn't mean to laugh at you, Filch. I just wanted to talk to you. "

"Get out of here before I hang you up!" Filch yelled at Solim viciously.

"Don't you want to use magic like a wizard?" Solim said with a smile, "I'll get straight to the point, my sister is a Squib like you, and I want to help her gain the ability to use magic." And at this point, you can help me, who is also a squib. "

Solim looked at Filch, who was motionless with a brush, and said, "Why don't we have a good talk in your office? I don't have classes this afternoon or evening, and if I want to have fun, I won't be ...... Hehe, what do you say?".

When Filch knew he was a Squib, he felt that the whole world had lost its color, and he was born pure-blooded, but he was a Squib. I can only watch others use magic, feel the disgust of my family, and feel the ridicule of others. Filch didn't think of a way, but no matter how hard he tried, even if he abused himself, he couldn't make his magic awaken. Slowly, Filch gave up and went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to work as a janitor under the family's arrangement. No one ever cared about Filch, no one ever cared about him, and he never had a friend in his more than fifty years of life. But today there was a little wizard who was willing to help him, even if he was just a test for the other party, Filch did not want to give up this opportunity, no matter how slim the chance, Filch was willing to try. He knew that if he were a wizard, his life would be completely different.

"If you let me know you're kidding me......".

Filch's office is a small room with an oil lamp hanging from the ceiling and the smell of grilled fish. Inside, there is a filing cabinet for student infraction records. Looking at this room, you can know what Filch's status is at Hogwarts, there are so many empty classrooms and empty rooms in the school, the environment is much better than this cabin, but the school only gave him such a small room.

"Come on, Filch, time is precious. Solim pulled out the package he had received this morning.

"Before we begin, Mr. Filch," Solim explained to Filch as he unpacked, "you see, there are two types of Squibs. "

Those who come from a wizarding family and are unable to use magic are called Squibs. Squibs and Muggles have the same thing in that they can't use magic, but the difference is that Squibs have magical powers. Thanks to his magical powers, Squibs were able to see magical creatures like Dementors that Muggles couldn't see.

But a squib and a squib are different. Some squibs can't use magic because they are not talented enough, and the poor magic power in their bodies can't produce a magic riot, and some are too talented, and a lot of magic power has accumulated in their bodies, and on the premise of not becoming silent, a riot of a large amount of magic power will cause irreversible damage to the little wizard's body, and the body will subconsciously choose not to vent magic power in this case - that is, magic riots.

The first thing Solim needs to determine is what kind of situation Filch falls into, whether he became a Squib because of too little mana, or if he didn't have a mana riot when he was a child.

"Come, drink this potion, Mr. Filch, it's a magic potion. Solim explained to Filch, "Drink it and tell me how you feel." "

The magic reaction potion will reflect the amount of the subject's magic power, and is generally used to test the magic power contained in the potion material or alchemy material, and the qualified one is used as the material. However, this potion cannot be taken directly by wizards, and Solim has long before he arrives at Hogwarts to find a potions master through his grandfather who is willing to help him turn it into a potion that can be taken by wizards.

Without saying a word, Filch drank the magic reaction potion. In his opinion, unless he is crazy, no one will use poison to harm him, and if something really happens to him, the kid in front of him can't run away.

"How do you feel right now?" Solim pulled out a notebook and a quill from his pocket under his wizard robes. "If you don't feel it now, wait until you feel it. "

For the next two minutes, Solim and Filch stared at each other with wide eyes.

"Wouldn't it? Even if there is less magic, it should be a bit of a reaction, could it be that this Filch is not a Squib but a Muggle?"

"Wait, I seem to be feeling a little bit like that. Filch's eyes widened suddenly, "My body feels like it's soaked in hot water." "

Solim quickly stepped forward and lifted Filch's sleeve, his skin red and a little hot to the touch.

"Very good, let me know if anything changes. Solim began to write and draw in his notebook.

Filch walked around his cabin excitedly, it was better to feel than not to feel, wasn't it? it seemed to him that this was the beginning of his use of magic. At Solim's request, though, Filch sat honestly on the only chair in his cabin.

"Mr. Selwyn, I feel like the temperature has cooled down. "Filch doesn't have the ferocity he had when he first met Solim.

Glancing at the huge hourglass in the corner, Solim nodded, "Nearly thirty minutes, that's enough to tell the story." Solim stopped and closed his notebook, "Congratulations, Mr. Filch, you're in the best situation. In other words, it's possible for you to get rid of the Squib identity. Ignoring the agitated Filch, Solim continued: "I'll come back to visit you when I've got something ready." "

"Mr. Filch, I suggest you do a good job of exercising your body first. Solim packed his things and prepared to leave. "Even if you can really succeed, your current body can't withstand the riot of magical power. "

Solim was going to contact his grandfather when he returned, and Solim's grandfather had nothing to do for the last six months, and he would stay in the basement of Selwyn Castle unless there was an emergency. And once Solim's grandfather started working and performing his duties, Solim couldn't reach him. So Solim was prepared to ask for help as soon as he could reach his grandfather - after all, it was also for a member of the Selwyn family.

Solim's request to his grandfather was simple: to confirm Sylna's condition, and if it was the worst-case scenario, then find another way for himself. If it's the same as Filch's situation, then let the grandfather find the same Squib as much as possible to see if there are any differences between individuals.

The tome Solim had recently read had been copied from the family collection by his grandfather himself, and it was more of a bound book of notes and research notes than a book. This book contains a variety of research and solutions to curses, transformation damage, spell damage, and incurable diseases. Since the book had no table of contents, Solim could only go through them one by one. And the sparse study of squibs in the book adds to his workload.

Solim is very sensible, and he does not have any sense of superiority over this familiar and unfamiliar world just because he is a "special person". Thanks to his origins, he learned a lot of secrets that ordinary wizards would never know. Also thanks to his origins, the knowledge of magic that ordinary wizards could only dream of and even unheard of opened their doors to him.

Squibs are a social problem – a social problem for pure-blood wizards. Strictly speaking, a wizard family of more than five generations can be considered a pure-blood wizard. Pure-blood wizards have too many advantages over half-blood wizards and Muggle wizards, and earlier magical riots mean more magic power, and a long family history can accumulate a lot of wealth and connections. But there are also many problems that plague pure-blood families, Squib is one of them, and there is the so-called pure-blood curse, of course, this issue is not concerned with Solim at the moment.

Since the problem of squibs has existed since ancient times, it is natural that there will be wizards to study the causes of squibs, the solution to squibs, and how to eliminate the birth of squibs from the root. Solim has never thought of solving his sister's problem on his own, as the so-called predecessors planted trees and later people enjoy the shade, since someone has long studied the problem of squibs, then it is also a way to solve the problem by looking at their research results first, and looking at their research directions and ideas - after all, "research" this matter takes a lot of time and money.

Luckily, in this hodgepodge of various research manuscripts, Solim found what he was looking for. A very detailed manuscript of the Squib research, which includes a plan to restore the Squib's magical powers, but this plan has not been implemented by the researcher.

This was the only thing that worried Solim, the Squibs were usually the result of a lack of mana - a congenital deficiency. In all the manuscripts that Solim was able to find, it was stated that there was no solution. And congenital deficiency is also the most common cause of squibs, and it is rare for someone like Filch to have enough magic but not have a magic riot. Solim had to confirm his sister Sylna's situation before deciding what to do.

Solim didn't know how long it would take for an owl to fly back and forth from Hogwarts to the Isle of Man, but now he knew. He picked one of the strongest owls from the owl tower to deliver the letter, from the time he had just finished lunch less than an hour to the time he was eating dinner. Solim was having dinner in the auditorium when he received a letter from his grandfather - knowing that that also included time to confirm Sylna's condition.

Solim was pleased, and his grandfather replied that Sylna was in the same situation as Filch. But Grandfather wasn't sure if he would be able to find a third Squib of this kind again, and there was something wrong with potions. The Potions Master that my grandfather had been looking for, he went "to work". It is not possible to get in touch for at least half a year. The Potions Masters, who were in the rest phase, had to wait for Solim's grandfather to receive a reply before they could confirm whether they had any tasks in their hands.

Solim knew what his grandfather did and what the wizards his grandfather knew. If the Potions Master he contacted by his grandfather had a job in his hands, then he would have to figure it out for himself.

Well, doesn't Hogwarts have a ready-made Potions Master?