Chapter 512 The next miracle will definitely be yours (for Dada Rabbit of Baixi Temple)

At first, Filch didn't feel anything, which made him very frustrated. He couldn't help but doubt whether Sebastian's spell really worked on him.

Maybe...it really doesn't work.

Becoming a wizard is ultimately just an unattainable luxury.

However, just as this thought came to his mind, he felt a strange numbness rising from his body, gradually spreading to his entire body. From the top of his head to the tips of his toes, from his skin to his bones, it felt like ants were crawling everywhere, itching terribly.

The numbness gradually intensified, soon turned into a tingling pain, and then became more and more severe, as if the ants were frantically biting his entire body, or as if someone was holding a steel needle and piercing his entire body.

"uh-huh--"

Filch couldn't help but groan, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his skin. He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and tried hard to resist the urge to scream.

Hold back!Be sure to hold back!

These pains are nothing. As long as I can endure them, I may become a real wizard!

A strong fighting spirit burst out of Filch's eyes. He shouted in his heart over and over again, constantly cheering himself up.

Time seemed to be stretched out to an incomparable length, as if a whole century had passed.

After an unknown amount of time, the pain began to ease, and at the same time, Filch felt as if his body was becoming lighter, as if the meridians that had been blocked for years were being opened up bit by bit, and every inch of muscle and every bone was filled with unprecedented vitality.

In addition, he vaguely felt a strange but real power surging among his limbs and bones. It was a kind of indescribable substance.

Illusion?

No! This is definitely not an illusion, there is indeed some strange substance flowing!

Filch's breathing became rapid, and there was only one crazy thought in his mind - it was magic!

He forced himself to calm down, not daring to move or even breathe, for fear that the slightest distraction would lead to waste of all his efforts.

Thinking of Sebastian's instructions, he focused all his energy on the flowing magic power, trying to feel the thing he had dreamed of.

Sensing that Filch's condition had stabilized, Sebastian knew that the experiment had been successful, but words were not enough, and he needed some visible evidence.

"Mr. Filch, the treatment is over. I think you have felt the changes in your body. The substances flowing in your body are magic."

"Congratulations, from today on, you have become a wizard."

As he spoke, Sebastian took out an experimental wand from the traceless extension bag and handed it to Filch.

"Come on, while you still remember the feeling of magic flowing, let's strike while the iron is hot and see if we can teach you a simple spell - the levitation spell."

"This is an experimental wand. It may not be a perfect match for you, but it won't repel you too much. It's enough to help you successfully cast this simple spell."

Learn the levitation spell?

Before he could get excited, Filch became nervous.

He had learned this spell countless times through correspondence courses, but he was unable to move the feather even a fraction of a distance.

Can it really be done this time?

He stood up, stretched out his hands, took the wand with trembling hands, and listened attentively to Sebastian's spell class, not daring to miss a word.

"Mr. Filch, don't be nervous. Magic is the power of belief. You must firmly believe that you can succeed."

"Come on, try it yourself, remember the key points, the swing and the shake."

Hearing this, Filch took a deep breath and tried to clear his mind of distracting thoughts until the only thing left in his eyes was the feather on the table. Then he slowly and firmly waved the wand in his hand.

"Wingardim Leviosa!"

Looking at the feather floating in the air as if being dragged by an invisible hand, Filch's mind suddenly went blank.

It worked!

I really became a wizard!

This is what it feels like to unleash a spell!

He looked at Sebastian and the others excitedly, and said incoherently: "Success... I succeeded, I am no longer a Squib!"

As he spoke, he could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart, and tears began to flow uncontrollably, and he burst into sobbing.

"I have been looking forward to receiving the Hogwarts admission letter since I was a child, but I didn't get the owl until I was eleven years old. My family started to pretend that I didn't exist because I was a disgrace to the family."

"Then the war broke out, and I wandered alone in the wizarding world, but no one looked up to me because I was a Squib, a lower-class citizen of the wizarding world."

"Until more than 20 years ago, I was still looking for odd jobs everywhere. I couldn't even afford to buy the Daily Prophet, so I could only pick up discarded ones from the trash cans."

Filch cried so hard that tears welled up in his eyes, as if he wanted to cry out all the grievances he had suffered over the years.

"Until one day, I found a newspaper from the trash can that changed my destiny. It contained a job posting for Hogwarts, and so Filch, the castle manager, was born."

"I'm very glad that Headmaster Dumbledore took me in and allowed me to get a stable job, a job that all Squibs envy."

"I have been working here for more than 20 years. Looking at those young students, my heart is filled with jealousy every day."

Filch trembled, as if revealing his deepest secrets for the first time.

"Yes, I envy them. I envy every student here. But after envy comes anger."

His expression became distorted and his voice became high-pitched: "There are naughty students everywhere. Too many of them don't take their studies seriously and waste the talents God has given them."

"They never know that their talent is something that Squibs like us only dream of having, we dream of wanting... woo woo woo."

"Today, my dream came true. I became a wizard, just like them. I don't have to be jealous of anyone anymore, anyone..."

At this point he covered his face with his hands and burst into tears again.

No one disturbed Filch. Everyone stood quietly, allowing him to vent the emotions that had been suppressed for many years.

Looking at the crying Filch, Malfoy felt a complex emotion in his heart.

He finally understood why this man was so obsessed with catching students who were making trouble in school, even at the cost of being hated for it.

Behind that persistence, there may be an obsession with rules, but more of it is due to the unplaceable jealousy, inferiority, anger and unspeakable disappointment.

Malfoy's heart was also restless at the moment. Of course, it was not only because of Filch. His excitement was more due to the success of the experiment. He was excited that their research team had solved the problem of Squibs that had been plaguing the wizarding world.

Everyone thought that the problem of duds was unsolvable, but today, they broke this iron rule and made the impossible possible!

Thinking of this, Malfoy's eyes became firm and infinite confidence arose in his heart.

Since the problem of duds can be solved, other unsolvable problems may not be truly unsolvable, such as the blood curse that is said to be unsolvable.

Malfoy couldn't help but think of a girl in his mind, a girl with bright eyes, white teeth, and a caring and lovely heart.

Thinking of this girl suffering from the blood curse, his heart ached.

There must be a way to break the blood curse, but this method is hidden quite deeply and I need to continue to study it in depth.

Astoria, you wait!

I will find a way to cure you.

The next miracle will definitely belong to you!

(Thanks to Dadatu from Baixi Temple for the great recognition. I will add another chapter. Thank you!)