Felch stayed in his small office, a place where most students were reluctant to go in. The room was very dark, with only an oil lamp hanging from the ceiling, which could provide a little light. The whole room had no windows and was always smelling of fried fish. From this point of view, Felch had already grasped the essence of dark cuisine in the British Empire.

Several large wooden cabinets leaned against the wall, and the gray walls were marked with table marks. They were used to hold the files of students who violated discipline. There was a fur-covered lounge chair covered with cat hair. In a conspicuous place behind the table, there was a heavy shackle hanging. Everyone in the school knew that Felch often begged Dumbledore to allow him to hang the students upside down on the ceiling.

Of course, unless Dumbledore was crazy, he would never agree.

Felch also likes to threaten students to lock them into the dungeon in the basement of Hogwarts. He treasures a pair of nine whips. This tool of whipping is the favorite thing that Muggles Catholic monks like to use from abuse, and some church schools also use it to control students, whip and corporal punishment.

Malfoy glanced at him disgustedly, and he said in a rough voice: "A smell of cat!"

"Clean it up!" He did not use his magic wand, but just lowered his fingers slightly. A powerful force pulled away the air in the room and replaced it with fresh air. Gal and Crab were still following him, but after Malfoy's training for a period of time, they became much more obedient and had a little bit of a terrifying awareness.

"Let's wait for Felch to come here!" Malfoy sneered sarcastically. He pulled out a letter from his arms and said to the two followers: "Goer, good job... If you hadn't discovered this, I wouldn't know the secret of Felch!" He lowered his head and read out the words written on the envelope: "Learn the spell quickly and learn the magician correspondence course."

Malfoy raised the letter in his hand and announced loudly to his followers: "Our janitor, Argus Felch, is actually a despicable, disgusting squib! A squib that is even cheaper than mud bandages!"

"No wonder I've never seen him use magic!" Malfoy laughed.

Gole and Crab also laughed, and Crab begged and said to Malfoy: "A squib... in our family, if a squib is born, it will bring shame to the whole family. My father will definitely deal with 'him'. Even those wizards who follow Dumbledore will expel the squib... But Dumbledore dared to take a squib in school."

"If I told my father that he knew about this... he would definitely drive Felch and Dumbledore out of the school together. He is the school manager of Hogwarts, and has this power!" Malfoy said reflexively, but he quickly woke up from this childlike cruelty and show-off mentality. He subconsciously tightened the black-skinned magic book in his arms and whispered to the two followers: "When Felch comes back later, you go to the door to guard it."

Malfoy remembered the knowledge he learned from that book, how to control his subordinates, how to grasp power, and how to control the great and exquisite magical power. He reflected on his recklessness and naivety just now and became deeper.

When Gal and Crab saw Malfoy becoming silent and deep, they both shrank their heads and hid behind Malfoy. For some reason, they were most afraid of Malfoy who was now.

Malfoy didn't wait long before the door opened, and Felch walked in with a triumphant smile of victory.

"Harry Potter won't get any benefits this time!" Filch said to Mrs. Norris excitedly: "I finally grabbed his tail! Although Pipi Gu did not say it, he was so afraid of Harry Potter now, which only means... it was him who was plaguing that night!" His eyes turned to the house and saw Malfoy and the other two.

Felch jumped up like an old cat, and he shouted, "Malfoy? Now is not the time for you to walk around casually... It seems that I want to teach you a lesson..."

Felch stopped his mouth, his pale face turned brick red, and a sarcastic mouth that was just doing his duty and was open weakly like a dead fish. Felch's body, the vitality driven by meanness and jealousy, seemed to be pulled away from him in an instant, making him feel a little lost.

He staggered to Malfoy and the other two, trying to take away the letter.

But Malfoy put it away like lightning, and he made a color for Gole and Crab. Crab quickly pulled Gole, who was reluctant to leave, and ran to the door to hold his hands.

"Supernatural spell!" Malfoy closed the Felch office and used this spell to them. He didn't believe Gole and Crab. After using this spell, even if they lay on the door and eavesdropped, they couldn't hear anything.

"Felch." Malfoy remembered some of the things he learned in that book, and decided to try it on Felch today. He sat in Felch's chair, crossed his hands on his knees like a big man, and whispered to Felch: "Dumbledore kept the secret very well. No one expected that Hogwarts's janitor, bathed in a part of its glory, would have squinted in this glorious, great school, inconspicuous corner!"

"No...no!" Felch stammered and explained: "This is not mine... it is for a friend... Maybe it looks...but..."

"I can see through people like you at a glance. This is the ability of our Malfoy family. Every Malfoy family member can see through those lowly... lies and mud cannons." Malfoy sneered.

"Look at your eyes, haven't you noticed that you would be jealous and greedy ugly expressions when you look at those noble pure blood, even the lowly mud-bred plants? Argus Felch, I don't know that you are a shame for the pure blood family, but you must have been swept out by your family. Because your family is ruthless or negligent, you will survive such shame."

"The reason why you hate those wizards who have made mistakes is that when you see them, your heart is as jealous and resentful as a poisonous snake. Those young auras, happy laughter... and magic all reflect your ugly heart like a mirror... So you are so jealous and resentful, you enjoy the feeling of torture them, you are born a reverse seed!"

"We all know why the shackles and whips in your house are prepared, and we all know how you look forward to sending the wizard's children to the dungeon... I swear that if I told my father about this, then he, who was very concerned about the growth of the little wizards, would call the school board and let the noble pure-blooded wizards drive you out of here and from this school!"

"I haven't thought so." Felch said fearfully: "Master Malfoy, I never dared to think so. If I were such a person, Dumbledore would have driven me out."

"It doesn't matter how Dumbledore thinks!" Malfoy scolded: "What matters is how my father and I think."

"You should know that legend. If the Dark Lord knew you... a squint dared to kill you in a place where he had studied... It was like Dumbledore's demonstration. They would not attack the students because their children were inside, and they would not attack the mud, because it would make those mud-bred parents crazy. But what about you? Felch, who cares about a squint?"

"Dumbledore will protect me." Felch was incoherent.

"He couldn't take care of himself... and Felch... The squib is original sin, a dirty and lowly thing. It is the shame of the wizard, the shame of the family... I know, Felch. No one wants to be a squib. Look at Neville, he almost became a squib. Thanks to his uncle, who forced Neville to expose Neville's small potential."

"From then on, Neville's future is a world of difference. A squin Neville, no wizard is willing to marry his daughter to him, but a wizard Neville can learn from Hogwarts." Malfoy sarcastically said: "So you are still praying for these deceptive lies." He tore off Felch's letter, and Felch was excited to snatch it back.

"The throat-locking hand!" Malfoy roared. Felch immediately felt an invisible big hand holding his throat. The hand was astonishingly powerful as a giant monster, lifting Felch into the air. He could only helplessly hold the invisible hand, his pale face turned red, and his legs were kicking in the air with weak strength.

"Did you recognize it? Our difference?"

"I am a wizard, a powerful, noble pure-blooded wizard, and you are just a squib... a squib that is worse than mud breeds. You have to be glad you live in this chaotic era. If you are still living in the glorious era of pure-blooded people, you will be drowned at the age of eleven!"

Felch looked at the cold Malfoy in despair, but felt his big hand relaxing on his throat, and he fell down.

"But you are lucky. I am not an ordinary wizard. Even in pure blood, I am even more glorious. I have the power that the wizards of the past never dreamed of. My power can overturn everything. As a squin, you have a new choice to live as a wizard, rather than die like garbage in the future liquidation."

Malfoy smiled and said, "I can give you magic again. Although magic is rooted in noble blood, the Mud Breeders prove that there is no need to have noble blood, and they can also master the mystery of magic slightly. This is the servants who give their power to their servants, so that Muggles may also have magic."

"But unlike pure blood, the magic of the mud breed comes from magical creatures, from domestic elves, and from the bloodlines of those magic animals."

"I learned this secret and mastered the magic of giving magic to Muggles again, and the blood-transforming magic, which can inject those fishy and lowly blood into your blood vessels, allowing you and your descendants to have humble magic. But you must remember that the magic of pure blood is noble, while the magic of the mud breed comes from beasts and is naturally lowly. People nowadays have confused these... I will let them remember again in the future."
Chapter completed!