Are you kidding me?
Filch had intended to say that, but he was so eager to cast the spell that he suppressed the urge.
Moreover, although Vizette's tone was somewhat intimidating, his address was very respectful, consistently calling him "Mr. Filch."
Most people at the school addressed him directly by his given name.
After thinking it over, Filch swallowed hard and asked in a slightly urgent tone, "What exactly do you mean?"
Fred looked utterly astonished. "Wow! You can speak normally! That's amazing!"
"Indeed!" George nodded in agreement. "I thought you'd be this mean-spirited ever since you were born…"
Vizette asked, "Mr. Filch, if I remember correctly, your daily work, besides emphasizing the importance of school rules, also involves cleaning the castle, right?"
"You're wrong!" Fred raised his hand and said, "Vizette, you're being too polite. How can that be called 'emphasizing the importance of school rules'?"
"He's clearly just picking a fight!" George nodded repeatedly in agreement. "Last time, that kid named Creevey almost got caught by him, even though Creevey didn't do anything!"
"Shut up!" Filch glared at Fred and George, then nodded and said, "That's right! My job is to find… maintain school rules and clean the castle."
Fred and George exclaimed, "Ouch!"
"Then perhaps you could try this… Please wait a moment." Vizette took a slip of paper out of his pocket and began casting a spell on it, "Scourgify!"
The paper strip in his hand kept changing, gradually swelling up and turning a deep color, until it quickly became a magic wand.
Filch had already been fooled by a fake wand once before, so seeing another fake wand being created now inevitably made him instinctively resistant. "Will it end up being just a toy too?" he wondered.
"It will turn back into a note, but the effect will be different." Vizette shook his head and handed over the fake wand. "Mr. Filch, you can try it."
"What should I do?" Filch's voice was a little hoarse, and his hand holding the wand trembled.
Regardless, as a Squib, he still desperately wanted to cast spells.
"Mastering magic…" Vizette repeated, "gripping the wand completely in your palm, just like a normal spellcasting… Do you know the hand gesture for the Scouring Charm?"
"Of course I know! I also know the spell!" Filch swallowed hard and shouted impatiently, "Scourgify…hiss! Scourgify!"
Despite biting his tongue, he endured the pain and recited the Scouring Charm incantation clearly.
As he waved his wand, he felt as if a gentle breeze was blowing around him, bringing up a lot of dust and cat hair, which clumped together into a lump of mud.
"Scouring Charm! This magic! This magic! Scouring Charm!" He waved his wand incoherently, casting the spell again and again, "Scourgify! Scourgify!"
Although a gentle breeze was still blowing, there was no further movement.
Even so, Filch continued waving his wand with great enthusiasm until it turned back into a piece of paper, at which point his eyes instantly went blank.
Looking at the note in his hand, he felt as if he had just been dreaming, and now that he had woken up, he was still a Squib who couldn't do any magic.
Vizette was also observing Filch's spellcasting, summarizing its shortcomings and identifying areas for improvement.
It was as if the incantation had disappeared, which could be considered a successful optimization.
However, the Scouring Charm could still only be used on oneself, which was an area that needed further improvement.
He looked at Filch and said, "Mr. Filch, I still have classes to attend, so I definitely won't have that much time during the day..."
Upon hearing Vizette's voice, Filch, like a drowning man clutching at a straw, impatiently exclaimed, "You can do whatever you want! I still want to cast a spell!"
He held the restored parchment in his hands, his eyes filled with endless longing.
This desire to unleash magic, suppressed for decades, was something others could hardly understand.
"Mr. Filch, please let me finish. Research takes time," Vizette's tone returned to normal. "There are still many areas that are not yet perfect…"
"Imperfect?" Filch opened his mouth, trying to understand Vizette's words.
In his eyes, this fake wand was perfect enough, completely fulfilling his desire to cast spells. It was like an incomparably precious treasure, something he would handle with utmost care, afraid it might melt or break.
Vizette nodded and said, "As a Scouring Charm, its function should not be limited to cleaning itself, but should also be able to clean other places."
"It should be able to play a greater role, such as helping you clean the castle and saving some unnecessary time, which is the effect that the Scouring Charm should have."
"For it to have this function, I need to be able to move freely within the castle... Also, there's..."
"Can it be used to clean the castle?"
Before Vizette could finish speaking, Filch nodded eagerly, "No problem! Absolutely no problem! You're letting these two kids through too, right? No problem! A few more people wouldn't be a problem either!"
The Weasley twins refused in unison, saying, "We don't need to be allowed to pass."
Fred grinned. "Filch, I still prefer your rebellious side. Why don't you try to get back into your old ways? I'm really not used to it!"
"That's right!" George nodded. "You look so unfamiliar to me now! If I don't have a little fight with you, I'll fall asleep during my night stroll!"
Filch pursed his lips and began to consult Vizette, "What do you think..."
...
After some discussion, the two sides reached an agreement.
Vizette would continue to improve the function of the fake wand, while enjoying maximum freedom within Hogwarts Castle.
Not only him, but also the students whose names were written down by Vizette were able to enjoy the same care.
"I will definitely keep my promise!" Filch put away the list and quickly left the corridor.
Looking at Filch's seemingly youthful figure, George suddenly had a whimsical thought, "So, does that mean we can... use dungbombs without any scruples?"
"Yes! We can do whatever we want now!" Fred clapped his hands, looking excited. "We've been wanting to test its effectiveness!"
"The main problem is that it's actually difficult to clean, and if Professor McGonagall finds out, I'll definitely lose points, so I haven't done anything about it!"
George's eyes lit up. "He cast a spell to eliminate the dungbomb. We'll keep improving the dungbomb until it can no longer be eliminated by the Scouring Charm!"
"Great idea! Since the dungbombs can't be removed by the Scouring Charm, let's research something that can eliminate their odor..."
"That's an endless supply of Galleons!" Fred's eyes seemed to gleam with gold. "These prank props must be sold in sets!"
Vizette smiled without saying a word. This fake wand was just the first step; he had many more ideas to put into practice.
To achieve this and gain greater freedom, wandering around Hogwarts Castle was a crucial step…
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