My name is Snape at Hogwarts

Looking at Filch, whose face had changed a little, the smile on the corner of Snape's mouth grew wider.

"By the way, I should remind you, dedicated Mr. Filch." Snape looked at Filch and said, "If you can still read the text, you should know that the rope is of no use to wizards , Dissolving Curse, Cutting Curse, even Cleaning Curse, can be easily resolved. As long as that wizard is not some idiot."

After hearing what Snape said, Filch's face turned red, and just as he was about to say something, Snape spoke again.

"Ah, I remembered." Snape raised his eyebrows. "Speaking of which, the dedicated Mr. Filch seems to have never used magic when cleaning the castle? Look, what a great Mr. I'm afraid of being destroyed by the castle. Maybe, I should try it too?"

"You talkative boy, you can shut up now!" Filch growled through gritted teeth.

"Oh? Did I say the wrong thing?" Snape looked at Filch, and the smile on the corner of his mouth widened. "Or, you don't know magic, and you became angry from embarrassment?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, what a pity!" Snape gave him a pitying look.

"I told you to shut up!" Filch gasped heavily through his nostrils, and stared at Snape viciously. "I would like to thank you for your reminder. As a reward, your punishment would be replaced by a whip!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, trying to grab Snape.

"Huh? Why aren't you moving?" Snape looked at Filch curiously as if he didn't know anything, but his eyes were full of ridicule, "What a healthy figure? You remind me of Hagrid's teeth." .”

"Do you dare to point your wand at me?" Filch squeezed out a word between his teeth, but he didn't move forward. In front of his eyes, a wand with a faintly glowing tip was pointing at him.

"Perhaps, the rights Mr. Headmaster gave you make you feel that you can get carried away." Snape said with a sneer, and the light on the tip of his wand became brighter and brighter, "However, I need to remind you, Mr. Filch, to keep Your dedication, but before that, I hope you can learn something, for example, how to be in awe!"

"Remember my advice, Mr. Filch." Snape put down his wand, "Although this is a school, there are no dangers for you. Maybe it's just a joke of the students. It will cost you your life, if I were you, learn to respect."

"You're threatening me?" Filch looked at Snape viciously, but there was a hint of complexity in his eyes.

"If you're not a troll, you should understand what I mean." Snape sneered, "Of course, you can also take it as a threat, whatever you want. I think, I also need to remind you, here is the most A good magic school, many potions masters graduated here."

"Squibs don't necessarily mean they can't become wizards. Maybe one of the students here can solve this problem, now or in the future. Your good attitude may not be an investment."

"Think about it for yourself. I don't want to say anything else." Snape waved his hand and continued to walk forward, saying, "Besides, Professor Flitwick asked me for something today. , I’m not a night swimmer, it’s useless if you catch me!”

"Don't expect me to say thank you!" Filch whispered as he passed by Filch.

"I didn't intend to say you're welcome." Snape replied indifferently, leaving straight away regardless of Filch's complex expression behind him.

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"Meow——" just after walking to a corner, another cat appeared.

I hate cats!Snape murmured to himself, looked at the familiar tiger-striped cat, and subconsciously smiled: "Good evening, Professor McGonagall, are you going to the kitchen?"

"No, I just came out to get some air." The tiger-striped cat swelled up like a balloon, twisted, and turned into Professor McGonagall.

"I just came out of Professor Flitwick's office, but I didn't see you." Snape said with a smile, "Would you like to walk together for a while?"

"Yes." Mag nodded with a smile, "Actually, I've been out for a while."

"Okay." Snape shrugged lightly, "I suggest you, you can find something for supper, it doesn't feel so good to go to bed hungry."

"Good suggestion." Mag nodded with a smile.

The two walked and chatted casually.

"I saw the conversation between you and Mr. Filch." McGonagall said with a smile, "Your handling method is a bit beyond my expectation. You don't seem to hate him like everyone else?"

"No, I really hate him." Snape shook his head. "After all, this is a school, and anyone who treats students badly should be hated. I think the professor thinks the same way, right?"

"Well, I admit that you are right." Mag nodded with a chuckle, "However, what you said was for him."

"Mr. Filch is also a member of Hogwarts, isn't he?" Snape nodded, acknowledging McGonagall's statement, "And, speaking of it, he is indeed a bit pitiful."

"Poor?" McGonagall raised his eyebrows, "This is the first time I've heard this evaluation, even Professor Dumbledore didn't say that."

"However, he gave Mr. Filch the kindness that belongs to him." Snape said softly, "Although, this is cruel, but perhaps this is what Mr. Filch wants."

"I would like to hear more about it." Mag said with a smile.

"Squib, this word should be familiar to you." Snape said, saw McGonagall nodded, and continued, "Born in a magical family, expected by the family, and also like magic, in the end , but without any ability to use magic, compared to Muggles, Squibs are more pitiful."

"Obviously, Mr. Filch should be a Squib." Snape continued, "In the wizarding world, a Squib itself is discriminated against. Few wizards are willing to live with a Squib, let alone find a Squib." A job where you can support yourself."

"Mr. Dumbledore giving a Squib a job is a kindness in itself, isn't it?" Snape said softly. I like it here, and the Squibs yearn for it even more, right?"

"I was thinking that all the squibs should be looking forward to the appearance of the owl, but the final result disappointed them. This is the holy place in their hearts."

"Although, it is really uncomfortable for Mr. Filch to see little wizards using magic freely every day." Snape smiled and looked at McGonagall, "However, compared to other squibs, he I am very happy and lucky again.”

"I think what you said should be right." McGonagall thought for a moment, then nodded with a smile, "Professor Dumbledore should be very happy that someone understood his thoughts."

"Perhaps." Snape shrugged. "I'm here, Professor. Thank you for walking with me for so long."

"No, I should be the one thanking you." McGonagall shook her head and said with a smile, "At least, you let me know, and I should also understand Mr. Filch. Of course, the premise is that he can change. "

"That's the last thing!" Snape nodded with a smile.