Chapter 1285 ??I've Been Keeping It a Secret for You

Argus Filch, who wore a brown ancient wizard's robe similar to Hagrid's as the janitor's uniform, appeared at the door, panting and panting. He obviously cherished this staff uniform, and it was ironed to perfection. It's neat, because it's a kind of proof that he can connect with Hogwarts.

And since having Mr. Handy, Filch doesn't need to do many cleaning things by himself, which also allows him to maintain a more decent image than his previous oily image. Only the Mrs. Luo Lisi in his arms was still as skinny as a stick, but the hair was a little more oily than before.

When they entered the room, the little hands in front wriggled their fingers and jumped back to the table, and nestled back to their original positions. It looked like an undead creature like it would be really tired from climbing stairs.

Filch had apparently never been to the principal's office, the furnishings and the portraits on the walls made him look more reserved than he had met Allen elsewhere, and he picked up his cat with both hands and held it to his chest , as if holding a hat to express respect to the owner of the house, he stopped when he was still some distance away from the principal's desk after getting a signal from Allen's eyes.

Filch, who suffers from arthritis, bowed as much as possible while speaking: "Principal Harris, I salute you..." He glanced at the little witch sitting at the desk, then looked up and said flatteringly, "Harris Principal, what can I do for you? Have you changed your mind? This witch did something wrong? Do you need me to take her to the trophy room and punish her for cleaning?"

This made Pansy, who was not at peace in her heart, draw her attention back. She glared at the old Squib angrily, but because of Alan's relationship, she didn't taunt him as usual.

"Argus, I told you that corporal punishment will not appear in the school...the school has a new system... Uh, no, Miss Parkinson did not make a mistake." Allen noticed Pan Xi's eyes and knew that he was almost led astray , he pointed to the empty seat next to Pansy and motioned for Filch to sit down, "Argus, would you like black tea or pumpkin juice? Or a drink that is very popular among Muggles?"

Muggle drink Coke... For a moment Filch felt humiliated, since that annoying Potter revealed that he was a Squib, those annoying students have been asking him if he wants to try various Muggle things, To insinuate that he is a squib, deliberately wanting to see his own jokes.

No, it was only a moment later, Filch realized who was asking this question, he looked up a little ashamed of his sensitivity, just in time to see what was in the glass in front of Alan, and remembered that this Muggle drink was already Headmaster Harris' own indulgence.

So Filch obediently walked over and sat down, the old creases on his face piled up into a chrysanthemum: "Principal Harris, please give me a glass of your favorite too..." He looked at the ice cubes in the other's glass, Thinking of my own toothache was a bit embarrassing, but I still said bluntly, "Although it is not common to have a glass of ice in winter, it will definitely keep people awake."

"Eh? Do you want to add ice cubes too?" Allen stopped pouring the drink in a daze,

Then a few seconds later, the expression became a little cheerful, "Argus, it's good that you can understand this. In addition, the caffeine in it can also keep your central nervous system excited, and can temporarily drive away drowsiness and restore energy. It is very suitable for use. When the brain is overwhelmed, it is better to cooperate with ice cubes."

Filch's smile became a bit far-fetched, and he realized that adding ice cubes is not a standard configuration, but just the other party's personal preference, and he is completely free to add them, but at this time Alan has already added ice cubes, It's not good for him to talk about the reason why his teeth are very sensitive at this time.

On the other side, Alan, who also found out Filch's true feelings, was a little bit dumbfounded, so he had to pretend not to know and pushed the glass with bubbles still tumbling to Filch.

Pansy had heard from the Slytherins who liked to play tricks on the gatekeeper that his teeth were afraid of cold and acid, so she took the initiative to hold up her own pumpkin juice.

The janitor who was revenged by Pansy looked at the dark brown sparkling drink in the cup, and he also raised him up to Allen, and then took a big sip as if to flatter him.

Immediately, abundant bubbles bloomed in the mouth, the tongue buds felt the sweet and sour taste, and there was a slightly pungent feeling behind the ears—then the cold and carbonic acid made his teeth start to throb, and then the icy cold hit him His head twitched uncomfortably as if his nasal cavity was frozen.

Filch, who was trying to maintain a disgusted reaction to his hobby and a look of discomfort in front of Alan, was about to burst into tears.

Allen really couldn't see it, he stared at Pansy and startled her, then held back a smile and said to Filch: "Oh, Argus, it's true that I'm easy to get pissed off by drinking such a big sip in winter... Also, it seems that you have a tooth problem? Why don't you go to Madam Pomfrey? Besides, Miss Granger's parents are also experts in this field, so I think they can solve it for you."

"Don't waste your energy on me, Principal Harris..." Seeing that Aaron found out, Filch was a little moved to control the lop on his jaw so that they no longer trembled from the toothache, and then said with a flattering smile, "By the way Principal Harris, Miss Granger has told me many times to pay attention to the garbage thrown out of the principal's office...Let me help her count how many empty drink bottles you have here every day..." Noticing that Alan's expression seems to be A little nervous, Filch quickly added, "Ah, please don't worry, I've been keeping it secret for you, and the number of reports each time is very small!"

"You've done a good job! That's great, Argus." Allen's relaxed smile looked more enthusiastic, and he cared happily, "By the way, how is your work in the castle recently? Will it be too much? Tired? Are these Mr. Skillful Hands enough? You suffer from arthritis, so you can’t work too hard, this is also a legitimate school expense, just mention it if you need it.”

"Enough, enough! Thank you very much, Headmaster! It feels like too much now...they've already taken me out of the endless cleanup..." Filch's cloudy eyes welled up with tears, He even stood up and bowed lowly to Alan again, "Visiting the castle with my Mrs. Norris every day is more like an exercise... I have never heard of any school janitor who can I am treated like this...it makes me very ashamed..."

"It's also a craft to be able to direct Mr. Skillful Hands to where they should go. This is an irreplaceable job. Argus, don't look at yourself... If you wait for them to come by themselves, I don't think there will be more than a dozen more. Efficiency now." Allen waved at Filch—as an old Squib who spent almost his entire life dealing with the problems left by the wizards of Hogwarts Castle, it is indeed more efficient for him to command Mr. Skillful Hands .

Filch, whose heart was sweeter than a drink, patted his chest in a shrill voice: "Principal, do you have anything to tell Filch? If you have something to do, just bring me a note. I can't do much." , but I will do my best to get it done for you right away!"

"Of course you will, Argus." Allen put his hands on the table, paused, and then asked with a heavier tone, "I called you here today because I actually have something to ask you face to face. A matter of a more personal nature..."

"Oh?" Filch was a little surprised, and his cat writhed uncomfortably in his arms to bring him back to his senses quickly, "Just ask, Principal Harris."

Allen asked in a gentle voice, "Argus, are you still taking those correspondence courses like Quick Incantation Magic Introduction? After all these years, do you think it is useful to you?"

Filch's originally happy face suddenly turned pale, and it fell on Pansy who was beside him. His pale face turned red again. He twisted his two protruding hands together. Allen said this in front of other students. Ask yourself, this moment makes him feel very embarrassed.

However, Filch, who had endured this kind of discrimination many times before, quickly adjusted his mentality. He lowered his head and said mechanically: "Sorry, Principal Harris... But, I didn't find this on my own... Whatever How about it, just give it a try...if this violates the regulations, I will stop it...Principal Harris."

"Don't get me wrong, Argus." Allen continued to lean on his principal's chair, "The reason why I ask you this is because I care about you and your situation..." After Allen finished speaking, Filch raised his head With an inexplicable expression, he smiled gently, "You know that Rowena and I...Ms. imagine..."