MMB Chapter 221 Shatter the darkness with thunder! Just a little bit of wind and frost!
Chapter 221 Shatter the darkness with thunder! Just a little bit of wind and frost!
With a voice full of anger, Filch, dressed in a yellow Taoist robe, wearing a Taoist crown, and holding a peach wood sword, appeared in the sight of the night-wandering young wizards.
The young wizards looked bewildered.
"This is..."
"Filch?!"
They never imagined that Filch's status as a Squib had already been revealed, and everyone said that Filch would definitely be fired soon.
But he still came?
And what was with Filch's strange attire?
Halloween was long over, did he think that wearing a strange outfit would change the fact that he was a Squib?
At this moment, Filch's cold gaze swept over these young wizards and the corridor that they had made a mess of, and the anger in his heart intensified.
If it were the previous him, without any extraordinary power, it might take him two or three days to clean up these ribbons and firework debris.
These young wizards were too unscrupulous.
His face was gloomy.
"Running out at night for a night tour, making such a big commotion, and making the corridor such a mess."
"I'm going to lock you up in the detention room, and hang you up one by one!"
It must be said that Filch's remaining power in the hearts of the young wizards was still there.
When his face was gloomy and angry, and he threatened to lock the young wizards in the detention room, a look of panic could not help but appear on the faces of these night-wandering young wizards.
Some people were already subconsciously trying to escape before Filch could catch them.
But soon someone reacted.
Especially those young wizards from wizarding families, no matter which house they were from, their disdain and discrimination against Squibs had been subtly ingrained in their bones since birth.
Before, they didn't know that Filch was a Squib, and they thought that the Hogwarts caretaker should naturally be a wizard, one of their own kind, plus Filch's long-standing deterrent, so they feared Filch like a tiger.
But now that they all knew that Filch was a Squib, what did they have to be afraid of?
A young wizard stopped and instead showed a provocative look towards Filch.
"You don't have the ability to catch us!"
"We all know now, you are a Squib, you could only scare us before, but you can't do anything to us at all!"
Even more so, young wizards from pure-blood families whispered the thoughts of many people.
"You are a Squib, what qualifications do you have to work at Hogwarts, and what qualifications do you have to manage us wizards?"
"We have magic, you don't, you are no different from Muggles!"
Filch looked at these young wizards, not concealing his disgusted gaze.
He had dealt with young wizards enough, and he had long understood that under the seemingly innocent and lovely appearance of these children, who were respectful to the professors, they still retained the malicious nature of this age.
In these years at Hogwarts, Filch himself had seen countless cases of school bullying.
And this was already a common occurrence at Hogwarts.
The weak and the loners would be bullied here.
If it was too much, and they were sorted into Slytherin, the house that emphasized the survival of the fittest the most, there had even been cases of them being used as targets for spells.
It was just that before, thanks to Filch's caretaker status, the young wizards hated him, but at least they still respected him.
Those malicious intentions did not dare to vent on Filch.
But now, foolish and childish malice was spreading towards Filch.
However, after a moment, Filch's mood was unexpectedly calm.
The term Squib could no longer shake his heart.
He was a Squib, so what?
Rhine told him that Rune Magic was not weaker than magic, and he had also learned the Celestial Master Arts, he was the First Generation Celestial Master!
Immediately, Filch said coldly.
"Insulting the castle caretaker, disobeying management, do you know how many points this will deduct from your house?"
"Even if Headmaster Dumbledore pleads for mercy, I think it is necessary to give you an unforgettable punishment."
At this time, the young wizards drew their wands with superior expressions.
They were not so arrogant as to dare to cast spells on Filch, but there were many ways to deal with a Squib.
"Obstruction Charm!"
A young wizard used the Obstruction Charm that he had learned not long ago, and an invisible barrier appeared in the corridor.
Filch ignored it and walked straight ahead.
Seeing this scene, the young wizards were completely convinced.
Filch really was a Squib, he didn't even have his own wand.
They couldn't wait to see Filch's face bruised and swollen from hitting the barrier.
But the next second, the Obstruction Charm seemed to have lost its effect in front of Filch, and Filch walked straight through it, no different from passing through the air.
The young wizard who had just cast the spell was stunned.
"Huh?"
"Where's my Obstruction Charm?"
"Where's my big Obstruction Charm?!"
The other young wizards also showed suspicious expressions.
"Huh?"
"Did I cast the spell wrong?"
"I feel like you waved your wand too fast just now."
"I think the pronunciation of the spell was wrong, right?"
A young wizard said confidently.
"Let me demonstrate it for you."
"Obstruction Charm!"
Then, another Obstruction Charm was cast, and a much stronger invisible barrier appeared than before.
But Filch still ignored it and walked straight through it.
The words that Rhine had said to him appeared in his mind.
"This Celestial Master Taoist robe that I have refined for you, although it is not very high-level, is enough for you to ignore most magical effects."
"At least among the students at Hogwarts, very few can affect you, and perhaps only Aurors can penetrate its defenses and cause you harm."
"In addition to rituals and talismans... your current strength is no longer comparable to Hogwarts students and most adult wizards. If used properly, defeating Aurors is also very easy."
At that time, Filch was still a little incredulous.
Aurors were all elite wizards, each of whom had received excellent grades in most subjects during the assessment.
Even so, they still had to undergo a long period of training before they could officially become Aurors.
He was previously a Squib without any extraordinary power, but now, in the blink of an eye, he could defeat Aurors?
But now, Filch had a real sense of Rhine's words.
These young wizards' spells were indeed useless in front of him!
So, what effect would his abilities have on them?
Suddenly, the figure who stubbornly sought immortality appeared in Filch's mind, and the methods learned from the Celestial Master Arts also appeared in his heart.
Immediately, his pace changed.
Stepping on the Seven Stars, walking the Gang Steps.
The wind rose around him without wind, blowing the large sleeves of his Taoist robe.
An ancient and desolate feeling emanated, as if it were a dance of prayer from ancient ancestors.
The young wizards were stunned when they saw this scene, and then couldn't help but laugh.
"What is Filch doing?"
"Is he dancing?"
"Weird, is he trying to make us laugh so we fall over, and then give us detention? Merlin above, this must be the stupidest way to get caught night-wandering!"
Laughter came from his ears, but Filch remained unmoved, his movements becoming more and more skilled from awkwardness.
At the same time, he felt a stream of air begin to generate in his body, precisely the power that Rhine called magic!
For the first time relying on his own ability to control this power, Filch took a deep breath. Then, with a flip of his hand, a low-level talisman Rhine had given him appeared—the Water Control Talisman.
Immediately, he poured the magical power he had obtained through the Celestial Master's Method into the Water Control Talisman.
Instantly, the writing on the talisman paper flowed, as if it had come to life.
The sound of rushing water erupted from the talisman paper!
The little wizards, who had been laughing, now heard the roaring water, as if they had arrived at the bank of a river.
Their laughter stopped instantly, their expressions filled with surprise and doubt.
Where did the sound of water come from?
The next second, in front of Filch, above the talisman paper floating in the air, a torrent of rushing water suddenly gushed out, surging and sweeping through the entire corridor, instantly washing the little wizards, along with the chaos and garbage they had created, into the water!
Faced with the Water Control Talisman, they didn't even have time to cast spells before being swept away, their heads spinning.
If Filch hadn't stopped activating the talisman in time, some of them might have drowned!
Even so, the little wizards were coughing desperately, choking on the water.
They looked at Filch, their eyes filled with confusion and fear.
Wasn't Filch supposed to be a Squib?
Are you freaking kidding me, calling this a Squib?
Which Squib can cast spells silently without a wand, creating such a commotion in an instant?
The water that appeared out of nowhere just now was definitely an extremely profound magic!
Wait, Filch even knows this kind of magic, why is he still teaching introductory magic courses?
Is he sick?
Is he pretending to be weak to fool us?!
Then, their hearts skipped a beat, and an idea suddenly emerged.
Could it be that Filch is actually setting a trap?
Perhaps Filch is an extremely powerful wizard, otherwise, why would Dumbledore let him be the caretaker of the castle?
Disguising himself as a Squib might just be one of his quirks.
Right, isn't it normal for wizards of this level to have some eccentricities?
It's ridiculous that they actually believed it!
At this moment, Filch walked towards them, and the little wizards were no longer as arrogant as before, each of them lowering their heads in panic.
Filch said indifferently.
"Clean up the mess in the corridor. From now on, you will be responsible for cleaning the corridor every day."
"Each of you will clean the trophy room three times. I don't want to see a speck of dust."
"Do you understand?"
The little wizards nodded repeatedly, like quails.
Just then, Filch glanced at the little wizards but didn't see the Weasley twins, who often opposed him.
This surprised him.
With the lawless nature of these two brothers, they actually didn't join in the fun today?
He quickly asked.
"Where are those two annoying Weasley brothers?"
"Where did they go?"
The little wizards looked at each other, and after a moment, someone said uncertainly.
"They seemed to say they were too lazy to get involved in our little trouble."
"They are going to explore the Forbidden Forest tonight."
Filch's expression changed upon hearing this.
The Weasley brothers' obsession with going deep into the Forbidden Forest was well known.
It's just that in the past, with him patrolling at night and Hagrid guarding the Forbidden Forest, the brothers couldn't find a chance to enter.
But tonight, such a mess happened, and Hagrid was attacked before and is still recovering in St. Mungo's Hospital, the guard of the Forbidden Forest can be said to be almost non-existent.
It can be said that these two brothers have found an opportunity!
However, it's one thing for them to be so bold in Hogwarts Castle. After all, with the magical protection left by the four founders here, messing around won't lead to any major problems.
At most, the consequences would be detention and deduction of house points.
But the Forbidden Forest is different. The magical protection there is weaker, and there are deadly dangers.
If these two brothers encounter something, with their magical strength, they won't be able to cope at all.
Filch didn't have time to think too much, so he put away the Water Control Talisman that hadn't been fully activated and took out a Wind Control Talisman.
The next moment, the wind howled, and Filch rode the wind, flying towards the Forbidden Forest!
The little wizards looked at Filch's back as he rode the wind, their eyes filled with shock.
"This…"
"Is this also magic?"
"Why is Filch's magic so cool?"
"Damn, I'm more and more certain that Filch must be a hidden master. Isn't there always this kind of plot in some novels?"
"Wait, could it be that Filch asked us to clean and wipe the trophy room as a test? If we can pass his test, maybe we can be taught this powerful magic."
Thinking of this, the little wizards immediately scrambled to clean up, fearing to leave a speck of dust.
But at this moment, the Weasley brothers were full of fear and despair, running wildly in the dark Forbidden Forest.
They had always been lawless, so they felt that Hogwarts was not dangerous at all, and even the Forbidden Forest was just a paradise for them to explore.
But tonight, the first time they entered the depths of the Forbidden Forest, they realized why the Forbidden Forest was forbidden to enter.
Terrible, too terrible!
Fred couldn't help but turn his head and glance behind him.
In the darkness behind them, countless scarlet lights were flashing.
He couldn't see the whole picture of that thing, but he knew what it was.
A giant spider, bigger than a carriage, with dozens or hundreds of eyes!
This thing had tried to ambush them before. If George hadn't happened to cast a Lumos spell, they might have been torn to pieces by this giant spider!
From before to now, they had been running at full speed for five or six minutes, but the distance hadn't increased at all, but was getting closer and closer.
The Weasley brothers seemed to feel the aura of death approaching them.
Why are there such monsters in the Forbidden Forest?
This is a bit like the legendary Acromantula, but it looks much fiercer than the Acromantula. It has nearly a hundred eyes!
And the next moment, the two people's hasty footsteps suddenly stopped abruptly.
The brothers stared blankly ahead.
On the road where they were leaving the Forbidden Forest, little by little scarlet lights lit up.
Immediately, more Hundred-Eyed Acromantulas appeared from the darkness.
The ferocious giant pincers opened and closed, making a clicking sound, and at the same time, there was a chilling whisper.
"Two little wizards?"
"Delicious, sweet deliciousness, it's been a long time since we've eaten it."
"They came into the Forbidden Forest themselves, so you can't blame others."
The Hundred-Eyed Acromantulas surrounded the brothers, and the encirclement was constantly tightening.
The Weasley brothers' faces were full of despair, and the regret in their hearts was beyond words.
They shouldn't have entered such a deep Forbidden Forest.
Now they have to die here!
They also raised their wands, trying to use the spells they had mastered to drive away the Hundred-Eyed Acromantulas.
Although their grades were good, they were only students after all.
In addition, their hearts were filled with fear at the moment, which greatly reduced the effectiveness of the spells.
The magic released from the top of the wand bombarded the Hundred-Eyed Acromantulas, and didn't even burn off a few of their long hairs. Instead, the scarlet color in the eyes of the Hundred-Eyed Acromantulas became more intense, as if they were more and more aroused by the desire to eat.
"How should we eat them?"
"I want to eat their eyes."
"I want to eat their brains."
"Then I like the soft internal organs…"
The wands in the brothers' hands began to tremble.
"Hey, Fred, I never thought we would die like this."
"Merlin above, is this retribution for us scaring Ron with spiders?"
“I’d rather kill myself than be eaten by these monsters.”
“No, I can't bring myself to do it. How about we help each other?”
Just as the brothers were pondering how to die quickly, the Acromantulas suddenly turned around in unison, their scarlet eyes looking in one direction.
“Huh?”
“What day is it today?”
“Why are there wizards again?”
Then, Filch's figure also came into the view of the Acromantulas and the Weasley brothers.
The Acromantulas showed disappointment.
“An old geezer?”
“Sigh, can't compare to the tender and soft young wizards. Old geezers are all dried up and tough.”
Immediately, they suddenly seemed to notice something.
“Huh?! ”
“That's not right, this old geezer doesn't have the aura of magic on him.”
“He's a, what's that word again?”
“He's a Squib?!”
The Acromantulas were even more disappointed.
“Forget it, forget it. Having something to eat is better than nothing.”
The Weasley brothers also showed disappointment.
Even professors would have difficulty dealing with such monsters, let alone Filch, a Squib.
But as the brothers watched Filch's figure coming towards them, a sense of unspeakable shame welled up in their hearts.
That beginner's magic correspondence course letter was seen by them when they secretly sneaked into Filch's office, and it was also stolen by them.
They originally just wanted to show it to a few close friends, but there were too many people who hated Filch, and this secret couldn't be kept at all once it was leaked.
In the end, even this letter was posted...…
It could be said that they were the instigators of everything Filch encountered.
But now, Filch, this Squib, was venturing deep into the Forbidden Forest to save them.
The Weasley brothers gritted their teeth, gripped their wands again, and shouted at Filch.
“Run!”
“Mr. Filch, run!”
“We’ll hold these monsters back. You go find Headmaster Dumbledore, or go directly to Rhine. Only they can save us!”
“We'll buy you time!”
The tips of the brothers' wands once again burst out with spells, blasting towards the Acromantulas.
Compared to before, due to their steadfast belief in protection, even putting life and death aside, the power of their spells soared by a large margin.
If these were just ordinary giant spiders, perhaps they would have had a chance to injure them.
But now they were facing Acromantulas nurtured by Rhine with Emperor's Fluid.
Even in the primordial world, these could be called demons. How could their spells shake them?
The Acromantulas completely ignored the brothers' attacks, and rustled as they were about to surround Filch as well.
Until the next moment, a taste that smelled incredibly sweet to them drifted over, causing all the Acromantulas to show greedy and bloodthirsty expressions.
The Weasley brothers held up their arms, which had deep cuts and were constantly bleeding, and waved them at the Acromantulas.
“Come on!”
“Don't you want to eat people? Eat us!”
“If you don't come over, even more of our blood will spill into the ground!”
Under such stimulation, saliva dripped from the mouths of the Acromantulas, and they could no longer hold back, quickly approaching the brothers.
“Eat, eat these two little wizards.”
“Fragrant, too fragrant. Don't waste it, eat even the mud under their feet clean!”
The Weasley brothers trembled all over, their faces pale, but their eyes looked at Filch.
“Run, Mr. Filch, run!”
“Mr. Filch, we're the ones who caused you to come. We're sorry, very sorry. If we can survive, we'll apologize to you properly. Run now!”
Filch looked at the brothers, his expression softening a lot.
These two prankster ghosts did like to cause trouble, but at least they weren't lacking in courage and kindness.
Then, his gaze turned to those Acromantulas, his expression also extremely solemn.
Even though he had temporarily gained some magic power through the Celestial Master's Arts, Filch still felt a strong life-or-death crisis from the Acromantulas.
Perhaps relying on the Celestial Master magic tool refined by Rhine on his body, he could kill one Acromantula in a one-on-one fight.
But there were at least ten here.
With his own strength, this meant certain death!
However, if there were talismans, that would be another matter.
With a flip of his hand, a Heavenly Thunder Talisman that Rhine had given him fell into his hand.
At the same time, a killing move recorded in the Celestial Master's Arts also emerged in his mind.
Filch suddenly leaped up, stepping on the Big Dipper, his Taoist robe fluttering, and poured Celestial Master magic power into the peach wood sword in his hand, piercing the Heavenly Thunder Talisman with the sword.
Boom!
A thunderclap erupted in the Forbidden Forest, causing many Acromantulas to feel fear, their bodies completely stiff.
The Weasley brothers also looked at Filch in disbelief at this moment.
They saw Filch holding up the peach wood sword, the Heavenly Thunder Talisman on the tip of the peach wood sword was burning.
The solemn magic incantation was also recited from Filch's mouth.
“Nine Heavens Profound Brake, transform into Divine Lightning.”
“Brilliant Heavenly Might, guided by the sword.”
“Celestial Master Arts—Divine Sword Controls Lightning True Art!”
Under the effect of the Heavenly Thunder Talisman, lightning fell from the sky, attracted by the tip of the sword, and transformed into lightning leaping on the peach wood sword.
At this moment, blood was also gushing out from Filch's seven orifices, bearing tremendous pressure, and the peach wood sword in his hand seemed as heavy as a small mountain.
But he just gritted his teeth, roared lowly, and swung the sword.
The leaping lightning roared, piercing through the darkness of the Forbidden Forest!
One Acromantula after another screamed under the lightning, a few turned into coke, and the others retreated frantically, not daring to approach half a step!
After the Acromantulas were repelled, Filch knelt on one knee, his face as pale as paper, his whole body tottering.
This strike, which triggered the Heavenly Thunder Talisman, was really too heavy a burden for him, who had only just been taught the Celestial Master Arts.
At this time, the Weasley brothers also reacted and hurried over to help Filch.
Looking at Filch's miserable state of bleeding from all seven orifices at this moment, their eyes were red, and all kinds of pranks and mischief they had targeted at Filch in the past flashed through their minds.
Thousands of words churned in their chests, ashamed, they could only utter a futile sentence.
“Mr. Filch, I'm sorry, really sorry...”
“We were wrong...”
But at this moment, what they heard was not Filch's complaints or reprimands, but Filch's weak but gradually rising laughter.
All along, the gloomy, stern, and unapproachable aura shrouded in Filch was like his camouflage, a necessity for him to survive in the magical world and keep his job at Hogwarts.
But now, along with this all-out strike, it was as if he had poured out all the repression of so many years on this night.
The various past hardships had become bubbles, no need to worry about them.
In Filch's heart, there was only the need to desperately cherish this hard-won opportunity.
Spare no effort to enter the Dao, achieve the Dao, so as not to fail his half-life struggle, and not to fail Rhine's grace of preaching the Dao!
After a long while, Filch struggled to stand up, shook his head at the Weasley brothers, his expression relieved and peaceful.
“It's okay.”
“Just a little bit of wind and frost.”